<?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-25658111</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:31:05.744+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='movies and entertainment'/><category term='dejavu'/><category term='JUDGEMENT DAY'/><category term='Scheduled'/><category term='from jurong east to orchard'/><category term='Ramadhan'/><category term='Olympics and Life'/><category term='live the moment'/><category term='Ad Astra.To The Stars.'/><category term='Roots.'/><category term='Que Sera Sera'/><category term='sollu &apos;alan nabi'/><category term='comebackid'/><category term='First Degree'/><category term='Jeng Jeng Jeng'/><category term='prayers and answers'/><category term='On the fence'/><category term='Past and future tenses'/><category term='Of tension and anxiety'/><category term='tips of pens'/><category term='All the world&apos;s a stage'/><category term='dreams and reality'/><category term='musings'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Of ending and new journeys'/><category term='Theology'/><title type='text'>WEINO! :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-1268560943856330330</id><published>2009-04-20T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:05:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAppy 1 year anni;D;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeydJZGnhJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ukW-6VsQf0g/s1600-h/200420092329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805243955479698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeydJZGnhJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ukW-6VsQf0g/s200/200420092329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/Seyc-ITiD9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/8rVKDADaC14/s1600-h/200420092331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805050467684306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/Seyc-ITiD9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/8rVKDADaC14/s200/200420092331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeycyUwl_BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NFHuXGNqCsU/s1600-h/200420092332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804847652371474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeycyUwl_BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NFHuXGNqCsU/s200/200420092332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeycTmd5qoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZiOshW1cI5E/s1600-h/200420092333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804319829863042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeycTmd5qoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZiOshW1cI5E/s200/200420092333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/Seyb7Q4-TDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3PQU5N6JjT8/s1600-h/200420092341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326803901720972338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/Seyb7Q4-TDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3PQU5N6JjT8/s200/200420092341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeybxhmJZzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1IHvtVpgNsE/s1600-h/200420092344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326803734406719282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeybxhmJZzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1IHvtVpgNsE/s200/200420092344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here we go these are anniversary dinner photos taken at east coast komalas. The dinner was SUPERB! as you all know indian food is his no.1 favourite. And the fact that i myself have got indian blood makes it a plus point. He likes everything indian so when they played an indian song i grooved to it.(the usual neck shaking,haha!) The atmosphere is just nice to celebrate our 1 year anni.good food, great music and laughter..love is in the air baby. i would like to thank you for the pleasant surprise. A bear that has got its own name and birth cert and also the rose u gave me. i dont know what to say..thank you so so much my prince charming(wink)hee hee;D;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-1268560943856330330?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1268560943856330330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=1268560943856330330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1268560943856330330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1268560943856330330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-we-go-these-are-anniversary-dinner.html' title='HAppy 1 year anni;D;D'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeydJZGnhJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ukW-6VsQf0g/s72-c/200420092329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-4135975028724130963</id><published>2009-04-16T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:26:27.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from jurong east to orchard'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/Seb9zIAajuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5Cq1ecauRFE/s1600-h/070220092205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325222664176570082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/Seb9zIAajuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5Cq1ecauRFE/s200/070220092205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my pumpkin is now taking 4 students to teach, most of them are from the west side and 1 from the east side-tampines(10 pines he called it). tonight he has 1 student to teach at sembawang right after he finishes his work at 6 plus. On saturdays he has to teach 3 students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 from jurong east(siblings) and the other from 10pines, sometimes on the saturday he has to go back to his division in the morning then teach. And still he will find time for his family and me. i will meet him after work then we travel to jurong east together.next saturday im planning to go swimming at jurong east while he teach, just to kill the time and saving my body parts from getting bitten by the nyamOk.(i gotta say jurong east HDB flats are breeding grounds for the nyamoks, nyyyehhhhh.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anyways im proud of you baby especially that u're helping ur dad. so much stress and u persevere.i shld encourage you. good job sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-4135975028724130963?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4135975028724130963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-6481872155294775912</id><published>2009-04-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:24:48.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dejavu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeXtAzZG-vI/AAAAAAAAACw/BLEH1HuKVz4/s1600-h/150420092328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922732486785778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeXtAzZG-vI/AAAAAAAAACw/BLEH1HuKVz4/s320/150420092328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and this was taken just now 15th of april 2009 at the same place for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922060961840562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeXsZtxFfbI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y6XoRxwrwxo/s320/20042008442.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this was taken on the 20th of april 2008 at cck lot 1- long john silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not much difference except that he looked tired, cian die. ..five more days to go;D and and 8 more mths to go b4 u ORD OHHH, hee hee;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-6481872155294775912?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6481872155294775912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-8727861639528970351</id><published>2009-04-14T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:04:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sizzling HOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeSuVswjGiI/AAAAAAAAACc/j9lCm15wpJk/s1600-h/120420092299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324572347274041890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeSuVswjGiI/AAAAAAAAACc/j9lCm15wpJk/s320/120420092299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;testing 1 2 3.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAlooooooooooo!! siti here. im his girlffriend, personal nurse and his personal assistant HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes yes and that means i will update for him if he's busy or lazy well most of the time lazy.(kekeke..) first im gonna upload his photos in uniform, YUMMY!! and and whatever that needs to be updated hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;our relationship is coming close to a year in less than 1 week. weeeeeee!!!  we're planning to have a picnic at the botanic garden.i will do the cooking ofcourse.=)) he is gonna buy me smth and i have a surprise for him and he hasnt got a clue to what im making.wait for the day to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we went thru shit and we are still standing strong. the wall that is set between us we fought and we won. im so thankful to god.because of him we meet. baby i love you so much and i will never let u go no matter what(insya allah). i have said it a lot of times and i will never get tired of saying it.. now that u know why i refuse to let u take ur 2A/B license.im just afraid to lose you.i hope u understand=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;till then we'll upload the anniversary photos. much love, ur mushi mushi siti=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-8727861639528970351?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SeSuVswjGiI/AAAAAAAAACc/j9lCm15wpJk/s72-c/120420092299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-2101274314241860135</id><published>2009-01-25T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:01:56.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Anak Kecil Main Api&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terbakar Hatinya Yang Sepi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airmata Darah Bercampur Keringat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bumi Dipijak Milik Orang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nenek Moyang Kaya Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tergadai Seluruh Harta Benda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akibat Sengketa Sesamalah Kita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta Lenyap Di Arus Zaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indahnya Bumi Kita Ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warisan Berkurun Lamanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasil Mengalir Ke Tangan Yang Lain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pribumi Merintih Sendiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masa Depan Sungguh Kelam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kan Lenyap Peristiwa Semalam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tertutuplah Hati Terkunci Mati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maruah Peribadi Dah Hilang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kini Kita Cuma Tinggal Kuasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang Akan Menentukan Bangsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersatulah Hati Bersama Berbakti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulih Kembali Harga Diri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita Sudah Tiada Masa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majulah Dengan Gagah Perkasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan Lalai Teruskan Usaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melayu Kan Gagah Di Nusantara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-2101274314241860135?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2101274314241860135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=2101274314241860135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2101274314241860135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2101274314241860135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2009/01/anak-kecil-main-api-terbakar-hatinya.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-9037861154137951536</id><published>2009-01-17T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:59:34.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers and answers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Annur Mosque a few weeks back for friday prayers when my old tutor passed me a paper with a prayer printed on it. It is in english and was found on the corpse of an American soldier who was killed during the American War of Independence in 1782. It might not be a prayer of a Muslim but it is still an invokation to God nevertheless. My tutor said that the prayer suits me very well(hence him giving it to me) and I think it really did. God bless you Uncle Rahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for health, That I might do greater things,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for riches, that I might be happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given poverty, that I might be wise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got nothing that I asked for- but everything I had hoped for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am among all men, most richly blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-9037861154137951536?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/9037861154137951536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=9037861154137951536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/9037861154137951536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/9037861154137951536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-6749636954279706602</id><published>2009-01-01T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:08:08.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past and future tenses'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from meeting my girlfriend, I entered my room and heard distant sounds of explosions, audible enough despite me plugged on my mp3. But &lt;em&gt;heng ah&lt;/em&gt;!, it was just the New Year fireworks in Johore Bahru and fantasically, it can be seen from the staircase landing adjacent to my unit. So now you know how close is my estate to JB. But it's kind of cool ain't it?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while i enjoyed the scenery of the JB fireworks, which was super splendid, I kind of replayed the whole stint of 2008 in my mind. The good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the turning point in my life was my enlistment. I remembered that day vividly, when I surrendered my pink IC for this thing called 11B. And of course being a government's son at the expense of civilian freedom. But it comes with a great lesson which only the wise enough is able to get it. Want to know the lesson? Wait for my ORD post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 also witnessed the break-up, which I wouldn't want to talk much about. But yet it taught me a good lesson- everything you do, plan, consult and visualize before execution. Stay true to that lesson, up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the tide was reversed when I met Mariam. We have our plans and we are working hard so that if we were to be together in future, insyaallah, we'll have a good life. She and her diploma and degree insyaallah, me with my degree. If we are meant to be, what will be, will be. This one is for you Siti Mariam. Love you sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the release of my 'A' level results. It was kind of unexpected, overall it was a pleasant surprise. I can still replay clearly what Mr Lim said upon seeing my results slip, " hmm, not bad ah! can go university!" and I beamed with pride for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true to my teacher's words, I got two places to choose from: NTU or NUS. Alhamdulillah, at least my dream of being in a university materialised. It was quite a rejuvenation of spirits for me, perhaps due to what I have been through before. But that's the story for another day. At least for now, it's in my hands.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that, it is good that i'm adapting well to my NS life, my philosophy is simple: Get in, do your job and get out. Still holding on to it. I have one more year to go before ORD OH!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are some mishaps in the family, both the inner circle and the outer ones. No family is spared from mishaps and stuff. But blood is thicker than water and so, we are still strong as ever. Together forever. I love my family, couldn't have asked for a better one. They keep me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships was and is still good. The friends i made throughout my schooling life is still intact. No fissures or whatsoever. No enemies made. Even if there are, I don't see you as my enemy. Just someone I never knew. Through NS, new friends are made. Sincere ones are great. Similarly with the hypocritical ones. They are just as great.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course never to be overlooked, the one year death anniversary of my beloved grandmother, Hajjah Rahmah Bte Mor. It's been one year since you're gone, but i guess the cliche that time will heal the wounds is just another fallacy. In this case at least. Why? Because for me, it doesn't. Al-Fatihah to Hajjah Rahmah bte Mor. I love you Nenek, wherever you are. But I know that you are safe and secure in Allah's abode. That saved some of my worries for you. Allah's the best caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, on a lighter note, not forgetting the engagement of Abg Iwan, my cousin and Kak Feza. Hope they will last till eternity. They were together for 6 years before their engagement. I hope Mariam and me will be able to last that long. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the uber brief report of what happened in 2008. There's a fair share of good and bad, positive and negative. We laughed, we cried and we reminisced. And successfully maneouvered through 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard 2009 is going to be a rather gloomy year. That doesn't scare me much. Because i have had my 2009 resolution engraved in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know whats my 2009 resolution? Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL MAKE ALL THE SHIT IN 2008 LOOK RIDICULOUS. 2009, JUST HIT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-6749636954279706602?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6749636954279706602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=6749636954279706602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6749636954279706602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6749636954279706602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-7398385904253510679</id><published>2008-12-31T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:05:51.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past and future tenses'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Late night fights, the constant verbal sparring, the momentary reconciliations and then the lapse into the warring states again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, taking a step back and looking from plan view, how much through these fissures we understood each other, how well we managed to imitate our different speech patterns and then comfortably joke about it and how ultimately matters snugly get back into place everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gazed at our smiles and hear our exuberant tone, I told myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WAS DAMN WORTH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SVpTsKpB6YI/AAAAAAAAABw/yOqrEiCPAq0/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285629130908494210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SVpTsKpB6YI/AAAAAAAAABw/yOqrEiCPAq0/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Love You Syg, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-7398385904253510679?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7398385904253510679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=7398385904253510679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7398385904253510679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7398385904253510679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SVpTsKpB6YI/AAAAAAAAABw/yOqrEiCPAq0/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-3132062372800904122</id><published>2008-12-29T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:14:36.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather pleasant day as i spent my time with baby. She already clinched the bond with KKH and i am so proud of her. I know how badly she wanted it and now she's got it. Thank You Allah for answering her prayers. I really hope that everything will go fine, and she will eventually graduate with a diploma in nursing, with a stable and secure job as a nurse. For now, the bond entitles her to a monthly allowance of $850 till she graduates. Now that is awesome. And yes! her first allowance would be $1700. Thats like, kaaa-chingggg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contemplating on getting a formal religious education as up till now, I have none. I have attended religious classes before but they are non-examined courses. I want to at least have a ceritificate in Islamic Studies or something. That would be good. I'm considering Andalus Institute. I decided for it since I have the money and the school is just a 10 minutes walk away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now I was given a comment which compared what I got to what she got. And at that point, I was clueless on how to react to that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the comparison was uncalled for and definitely unnecessary. Why has it become a competition between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-3132062372800904122?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3132062372800904122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=3132062372800904122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3132062372800904122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3132062372800904122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-7352370177698204336</id><published>2008-12-29T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:39:23.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies and entertainment'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long of not updating, I decided to kickstart my blog, after my girlfriend perpetually badgers me to update. So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reason why I'm here is because I can't sleep due to excessive nappings in the day(I am clearing my leave). (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm planning not to sleep because i have to give a wake-up call to my girlfriend at 6 a.m. in the morning, which is impossible if i were to hit the sack now. It's 3.10 a.m. and i'm not a light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my time watching Freedom Writers, courtesy to my sister for recommending it to me. It was one of the best movie I have ever watched. The movie chronicled how an amateur teacher who faced alot of adversaries in her quest to transform the deemed wayward students, who were all 'coincidentally' of african americans, latinas and asian descent, ultimately succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likened it very much to 'The Triumph', where a teacher used creative education pedagogy to teach children who come from chaotic neighbourhoods and broken family backgrounds. Like Freedom Writers, the teacher managed to churn the best out of these hopeful potentials and the most inspiring factor was perhaps that both are true stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have already reserved The Freedom Writers Diary and will be notified when it is ready for collection at the Woodlands Regional Library. The movie was great and i hope the book will be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently finishing People of The Book and it was a good read. However, a good geographical knowledge of the middle east, europe and north africa would be an advantage. With my meagre secondary 4 knowledge of geography, i found myself scrutinizing the world map just to know where the events happened and at which part of the empires it took place. And at other times, I had to visualise and imagine which ultimately resulted in me lost in directions and bearings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just unbelievable that i updated my blog. Perhaps i got the spirit from ma'al Hijrah 1430.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Muslims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Hijrah 1430! May Allah grant us peace and prosperity to us in this coming year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-7352370177698204336?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7352370177698204336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=7352370177698204336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7352370177698204336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7352370177698204336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-1929927402050027834</id><published>2008-11-09T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:10:04.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULE #1 - People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Tag 4 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?- yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a girl younger than you?- why not?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?- yes&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?- spend a bit on my family, girlfriend, friends and acquiantance. and donate the rest to Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?- no.&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?- loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 5 favourite songs:- anything that sounds nice heh.&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?- just shut up and smile:) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?- almost everything made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?- unpleasant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?- an econs teacher and a part time columnist&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?- family, girlfriend and friends.&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life right now?- education&lt;br /&gt;14. how many kids you want?- 2&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?- blue&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?- yes definitely&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?- go through a secret selection criteria.hehe&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?- forgive yes, forget? ermmm...i'll rather make  it a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the someone you like?- I love you Siti Mariam!&lt;br /&gt;20. 4 people I have tagged:-i cant remember sia....hehe..sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-1929927402050027834?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1929927402050027834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=1929927402050027834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1929927402050027834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1929927402050027834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/11/rule-1-people-who-have-been-tagged-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-159815614840986013</id><published>2008-09-15T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:50:04.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramadhan'/><title type='text'>Ahlan Ya Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i came in a bit late but its not very late right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to wish all my muslim brothers and sisters, salam ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this ramadhan be a better than the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of us be constantly blessed by Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O Believers, fasting has been made obligatory upon you as it has been made obligatory upon those who came before you so that you all may atttain piety." Al Baqarah: 183.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-159815614840986013?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/159815614840986013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=159815614840986013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/159815614840986013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/159815614840986013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahlan-ya-ramadhan.html' title='Ahlan Ya Ramadhan'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-5114649054085883977</id><published>2008-08-17T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:11:26.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics and Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really loving the extensive Olympic 2008 coverage by both mediacorp  and the cable network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really pity Jade Seah. She has improved over the days though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today. Now back to the olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Baby, we'll go through this(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-5114649054085883977?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/5114649054085883977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=5114649054085883977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/5114649054085883977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/5114649054085883977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-really-loving-extensive-olympic-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-8705731633734685471</id><published>2008-08-02T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:34:07.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All the world&apos;s a stage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may not be a true traditionalist. But i have a penchant for thoughtful and meaningful words. Especially if it explains the behaviour of man. Be any race you want, but the character of man is the same. Lies, deceit, slander and the drama of life; in shakespeare's words, "All the world's a stage." I found this poem in malay, &lt;em&gt;Tak seindah wajah&lt;/em&gt;, which means "More than it meets the eye." So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kusangka aur di pinggir tebing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiranya tebu di pinggir bibir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kusangka jujur pancaran batin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rupanya palsu penghias zahir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kukira hati jiwa nurani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suci seindah wajah terbayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kukira puji seikhlas budi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kulupa lidah tidak bertulang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di manis gula semut binasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kail berduri bersalut umpan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di manis kata insan terlena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerana budi hamba terkorban&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inikah dia lakunan hidup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di pentas dunia insan berpura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tipu dan daya pencapai maksud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budi dan harta merangkum noda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-8705731633734685471?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8705731633734685471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=8705731633734685471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/8705731633734685471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/8705731633734685471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-may-not-be-true-traditionalist.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-1036632370028441524</id><published>2008-07-29T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:29:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's been quite awhile since i updated my blog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weeks have been quite a happy week for myself. Celebrations and congratulations were in the air. My sister's graduation, the birthday party bbq of my sis and the cousin Lyana and my sister's excellent performance during her Pesta Peti Putih 08' show. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been good, except for the politics at the workplace. Getting kind of dirty in there. Im trying not to involve myself in the game, just wanna get in do my work and get out. Some things are just not worth pursuing. But then again, we have our own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats all the updates for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something comes out of my head, i will update again. Im currently on a brain jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my girlfriend is a naughty girl.YOU!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-1036632370028441524?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1036632370028441524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=1036632370028441524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1036632370028441524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1036632370028441524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-quite-awhile-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-4323523657149867080</id><published>2008-07-14T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:19:05.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received a very polite comment from a kind reader of my blog. He/She commented that Karen Armstrong's view of the hijab totallly opposes with the Quran. So in my post today i will try to the best of my ability, from what i have found out from my references of the Quran, to address the comment. I have to qualify that i am NOT a trained theologist nor am i a religious scholar. I'm here to just give my views, and if any of my views are inconsistent with any of the readers' views, feel free to comment. I don't wish to instigate any argument, but a debate in an intellectual fashion would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let us consider Armstrong's viewpoint of the hijab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should pause to consider the question of the hijab, and the Muslim institution of the veil. It is often seen in the West as a symbol of male oppression, but in the Qur'an it was simply a piece of protocol that applied only to the Prophet's wives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this statement, there is a slight misapprehension toward the wearing of hijab. According to Armstrong, the hijab is 'simply a piece of protocol that applied only to the Prophet's wives.' While that is partly true, its is written in the Quran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty; that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what (must ordinarily) appear thereof; that they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers, their husband's fathers, their sons, their husbands' sons, their brothers or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their women, or the slaves whom their right hands possess, or male servants free of physical needs, or small children who have no sense of the shame of sex; and that they should not strike their feet in order to draw attention to their hidden ornaments. And O ye Believers! turn ye all together towards Allah, that ye may attain Bliss. " An-nur: 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this verse, it is clearly stated that the believing women should guard their modesty by dressing decently by "drawing veils over their bosoms". The term believing women, logically, should also encompass the prophet's wives and his family members. Hence, saying that the veil is only a protocol that applies to the wives of the prophet is, in my opinion, a misconception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the chapter of Al-Ahzab Allah emphasised again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Prophet! Tell thy wives and daughters, and the believing women, that they should cast their outer garments over their persons: that is most convenient, that they should be known (as such) and not molested. And Allah is Oft- Forgiving, Most Merciful." Al-Ahzab:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these verses itself, my opinion is inclined that the wearing of the hijab do not only apply to the prophet's wives, but also to the believing women i.e. muslimah. My take is probably, Armstrong might have her own interpretation of the verses. Allahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding isolation, Armstrong opposes the view of seclusion saying that 'Muslim women are required, like men, to dress modestly, but women were not told to veil themselves from view, nor to seclude themselves from men in a separate part of the house.' There is some truth in this assertion. While she did not specify the relationship of the 'men' to the muslimah, there are certain boundaries that has been set, which allow the muslimah to not seclude herself from certain male counterparts whom she have relation with. This is explained in the verse as quoted above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers, their husband's fathers, their sons, their husbands' sons, their brothers or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their women, or the slaves whom their right hands possess, or male servants free of physical needs, or small children who have no sense of the shame of sex." An-nur:31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, while it is uncontestable that a muslimah should not reveal her aurat to a male whom she do not have relations with i.e. non-muhrims, there are some cases where seclusion in the household from men is unjustifiable. Allahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that from the references above to support my viewpoints managed to address the quotes in my previous post. Suppose, if there are any further interpretations, please by all means post it up as a comment. May we benefit from such intellectual debates and given the gift of true knowledge from Allah, Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-4323523657149867080?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/4323523657149867080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=4323523657149867080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/4323523657149867080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/4323523657149867080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-received-very-polite-comment-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-2053544443669937605</id><published>2008-07-07T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:15:18.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips of pens'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found myself trying to read almost every book that interests me. Bras Basah complex is the ish. It's the heaven of books and its way cheaper than any bookstore I have went to. I have a few books on my reading list already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first that I really want to get my hands on is 'Hikayat Abdullah'. I was ecstatic when i found the book in Bishan library only to know that it's not for loan. All i got is the introduction which discusses the main theme of the book. It discusses almost everything about the Malay society, in a logical and even stingingly criticising the malay culture at that time. What's more embarrasing is the matters addressed by Munshi Abdullah almost a decade and a half ago still bugs the malay society to this day.I'm trying to find the english version since i had trouble comprehending the classic malay prose used by Munshi Abdullah. I wasn't a &lt;em&gt;sastera&lt;/em&gt; student. So that should be forgivable:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second book would be 'People of the book' written by Geraldine Brooks. It is discusses the issue of the three Abrahamaic faiths i.e. Islam, Christianity and Judaism. The term 'ahlil kitab' have always puzzled me and i really hope that this books explains if not all, a part of my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly would be 'Jerusalem: One City, Three Faiths' by Karen Armstrong. Somehow, this city is the central of the three monotheistic faiths. So much similarities yet so much conflicts. I'd really love to know Karen Armstrong's perspective on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm reading 'The Siege of Mecca' by Yaroslav Trofimov. It recounts the historic uprising in the heart of the Islamic civilisation. More than that, it exposed the inefficiencies, worms, warts and all of the dark side of Saud's kingdom. A history book with hints of political discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end off, i got this from my sisters blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" We should pause to consider the question of the hijab, and the Muslim institution of the veil. It is often seen in the West as a symbol of male oppression, but in the Qur'an it was simply a piece of protocol that applied only to the Prophet's wives. Muslim women are required, like men, to dress modestly, but women were not told to veil themselves from view, nor to seclude themselves from men in a separate part of the house. These were later developments and did not become widespread in the Islamic empire until three or four generations after the death of Muhammad. It appears that the custom of veiling and secluding women came into the Muslim world from Persia and Byzantium, where women had long been treated in this way.In fact the veil or curtain was not designed to degrade Muhammad's wives but was a symbol of their superior status. After Muhammad's death, his wives became very powerful people: they were respected authorities on religious matters and were frequently consulted about Muhammad's practice (sunnah) or opinions. Aisha became extremely political and in 656 led a revolution against Ali, the Fourth Caliph. It seems that later other women became jealous of the status of Muhammad's wifes and demanded that they should be allowed to wear the veil too. Islamic culture was strongly egalitarian and it seemed incongruous that the Prophet's wives should be distinguished and honoured in this way. Thus many of the Muslim women who first took the veil saw it as a symbol of power and influence, not as a badge of male oppression. Certainly when the wives of the crusaders saw the respect in which Muslim women were held, they took to wearing the veil in hope of teaching their own menfolk to treat them better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen Armstrong: "Muhammad: A biography of the Prophet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-2053544443669937605?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2053544443669937605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=2053544443669937605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2053544443669937605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2053544443669937605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-myself-trying-to-read-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-5370754721090273257</id><published>2008-06-29T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:23:27.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams and reality'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from work. Caught the replay of Abadi while teasing my sister(she's one of the lead actors).Hehe. Will be heading to Atok's house later, maybe after asar. It's been a while since i met up with the clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister dreamt of me. In that dream she received a call from some hospital saying that i passed away :o. And when she reached the hospital, the doctor told her that i'm not dead, but just in a coma. She said the cause of my coma was that i was involved in an accident or something like i got beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word. Thats scary. But then again, it's just a dream. True or not, Allahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Thats all folks. Anyway, I'm shagged and the weathers rather sultry. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-5370754721090273257?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/5370754721090273257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=5370754721090273257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/5370754721090273257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/5370754721090273257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-came-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-2518357391037661316</id><published>2008-06-25T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:10:26.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Degree'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn shit. I typed out an entry and then its gone. My internet went bonkers and played me out. Now i gotta type another entry. But hell, im not gonna type what i typed just now. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this reminded me of my college days, where we had an oratorical contest. One of the contestants, might have this brooding grudge with internet and the whole IT stuff that everytime he went on stage, he will say, " Ladies and gentlemen, today i'm going to tell you why i hate computers/internet/infotech." Now i understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited that i got the tics for my sisters graduation ceremony. Heh. Im proud of her. She deserve the recognition. She worked hard and earned it. &lt;em&gt;Da pakai topi yg square2 tu la die! heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister:My hero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go and rest. Will be working this weekends. Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks. Hope my internet won't go bonkers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-2518357391037661316?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2518357391037661316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=2518357391037661316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2518357391037661316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2518357391037661316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-8239464344094052790</id><published>2008-06-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:43:38.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roots.'/><title type='text'>Midnight Out</title><content type='html'>Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on friday night i went out to catch a midnight movie with the girlfriend. We watched kungfu Panda. A great movie but I believe it has  a more serious theme beneath. My plan was to go home after the movie but the naughty-naughty girlfriend did not bring her house keys. So i had to overnight with her at mcdonalds. Listening to &lt;em&gt;Misteri Jam 12&lt;/em&gt; at Ria FM and then following up with turkey vs croatia of Euro 2008. Turkey won babyy. Penalty shootout. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mom and  Dad. Promise won't do it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan today was to visit some of the few museums somewhere around Dhoby Ghaut. But then both of the planners i.e. My sister  and me woke up somewhere around 2 to  3 pm. Heh. My sister actually dreamt of her visiting the museum. Hows the cathartic experience of the museum kakak? Ade ghost of christmas past tak?:p Shall just save that outing for another day then.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence today i plan to just slack at home and probably go for a run/cycle later tonight. After im done with my uniform and cleaning my room that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i would feel just at home if i'm in some indo family's house. Because my house has been perpetually filled with indonesian nuances. From the traditional gamelan music to indonesia talent shows(&lt;em&gt;saatnya jadi idola, idola cilik, kontes dangdut indonesia and e.t.c&lt;/em&gt;) and even sinetrons(&lt;em&gt;jelita&lt;/em&gt; and e.t.c.). Even my  mom starts to speak indonesian to me! Heh.  &lt;em&gt;Kite migrate sudah.:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, besok kejelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-8239464344094052790?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8239464344094052790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=8239464344094052790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/8239464344094052790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/8239464344094052790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/midnight-out.html' title='Midnight Out'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-7384072925202497380</id><published>2008-06-18T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:19:43.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live the moment'/><title type='text'>Hearsay</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. My uncle and grandfather both arrived in Singapore safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard the aunts talking of atok's experience in Mecca. It's written on my cousin's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heard the adults talked about Atok’s experience at Mecca and it was heartbreaking. How he spent the free time he had alone by going to the places that he used to go with arwah Nenek when they went for their pilgrimages previously, how he ran after and chased this woman who looked like my late grandmother, only to realise that the woman wasn’t her when he looked at her face and lastly, how on 3 occasions, he woke up when he heard her voice telling him to wake up and not be lazy. He cried in the car on the way home. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he still misses Nenek. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day my grandfather arrived, i was thinking of visiting him the next day. But after the experience i had prior to Nenek's demise, i told myself that there might be no next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i miss my grandma even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khususan Almarhumah Hajjah Rahmah Binte Mor, Al Fatihah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-7384072925202497380?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7384072925202497380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=7384072925202497380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7384072925202497380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7384072925202497380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/hearsay.html' title='Hearsay'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-2882333033914973570</id><published>2008-06-12T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:14:39.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sollu &apos;alan nabi'/><title type='text'>10 on the richter</title><content type='html'>In the name of Allah, Most gracious, Most merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came like a typhoon which pulled my heart strings. Devastation is too small a word. But something reminded me to rejoice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We will test your steadfastness with fear and famine, with loss of property and life and crops. Give good news to those who endure with fortitude, who in adversity say: 'We belong to God, and to him we shall return.' On such men will be God's blessing and mercy; such men are rightly guided." Q:2:155-157.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I belong to God, and to him I shall return.' May i be of those who are rightly guided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then, i still can't sleep. And my mother told me once before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surely, in the remembrance of God all hearts are comforted. Blessed are those who have faith and do good works; blissful is their end." Q:13:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall i go to sleep tonight with these phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laaila Ha Ilallah. There is no God But Allah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else left unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-2882333033914973570?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/2882333033914973570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=2882333033914973570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2882333033914973570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/2882333033914973570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-on-richter.html' title='10 on the richter'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-8257494429983802693</id><published>2008-06-07T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:20:07.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scheduled'/><title type='text'>Just some daily thing I do</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my grands place. A farewell gathering before my grandfather departs for his Umrah tomorrow. Talking about umrah, i miss Mecca and Madinah. The last time i went there was a decade ago. I miss the environment, the poeple, the cultural experience and of course, looking at the Ka'aba and Sheikh Sudais and Shuraim's recitation. Listening it live brings it up to another new level altogether. Anyway i'll just hope that everything go on smoothly and my Grandfather and my uncle(they are going there together) have a safe trip forth and back. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow would be a trip to the airport to send them off, and then the family will have a function to attend. It seems that circumsicion is in trend now. Maybe because its the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tomorrow i'll be meeting baby at night. We'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-8257494429983802693?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/8257494429983802693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=8257494429983802693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/8257494429983802693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/8257494429983802693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-some-daily-thing-i-do.html' title='Just some daily thing I do'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-1587579186613207249</id><published>2008-06-04T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:41:37.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past and future tenses'/><title type='text'>Time Machine</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is already Thursday and i think this week passed by me quickly. Maybe because i am constantly busy at work. Anyways, im glad that weekend is coming. Im shagged. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to revive my economics knowledge and what have i done? I actually grabbed the TODAY newspaper, turned to the business pages with a pencil in my hand and started scribbling little economic analysis as i read the article. Glad to know that i can still recall some of the economic concepts.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was reading about the rising cost of fuel in Malaysia and its effects towards the economy as a whole. Its nice that i can explain why it is expected to cause a slowdown in the Malaysian economy and also worsen inflation. The vibe of dissecting an economic article that i had during college days just surged in me all of a sudden. I seriously miss the thrill of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that i always reminisce of my JC days. Maybe because i miss the carefree, less-responsibility life i had back then. What you do as a student is simple; study, study and study. I have no financial worries and of course i had real friends, friends who cry with you when you're down and not hypocrites. Maybe the stress is another level altogether but well, school was fun. Seriously, i cannot wait to start studying again on my next phase(University), hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i'll be taking my BTT this friday. Hope all's good. My girlfriend have been calling me every once in a while at work. Just brighten up my day of how she cares for me. I feel bad that i don't call her while im at work. I love you sayang. I really do. Can't wait to meet her tomorrow. Miss her much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.Till here folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-1587579186613207249?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/1587579186613207249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=1587579186613207249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1587579186613207249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/1587579186613207249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-machine.html' title='Time Machine'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-3762184658643285876</id><published>2008-06-02T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:39:55.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Que Sera Sera'/><title type='text'>Of Mondays and Ambitions</title><content type='html'>Today is okay. Been feeling abit tired because it's monday. Alot of students came down to division for the CEPP programme, apparently they just want to get their Civil Defence badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having the CEPP, me and Sazali got the time to talk about our future plans. And i mean we really had a serious talk. Sazali is one of the few people i have met so far that actually have their ambition and is doing something to make it real. Well, he already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sazali is a sports writer and he was a sports journalist for TODAY newspaper. And so we talked about education, life plans and ambition. He wants to be a journalist, i want to be a teacher. People like him motivates me to work harder to achieve my ambition. He will even be studying this september for his degree in journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great that there are still people who thinks that teaching is not a dumping ground. I have heard of people saying, &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Worst comes to worst&lt;/strong&gt;, if you can't make it in.....why not just apply for teaching."&lt;/em&gt; First things first, teaching is not an easy job. Ask any teacher and they will say that teaching requires alot of patience. Secondly, teachers are people you should respect, teaching as a career is, to me, a noble one. You are passing down knowledge to another person and hence, is sacrosanct, divine in it's own right. Everybody starts with a teacher. Teaching will never die. Education forever. And it shall not be a dumping ground. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful that now, im a step further to becoming a teacher. My final destination is of course to be a lecturer. I hope the University matriculation process goes well without any hiccups. I finally get to be in my dream school. Alhamdullilah. *much love to my sister. Your my inspiration babe!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assoc Professor Zulqarnain MN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that sound now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: I love Siti Mariam:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops." Henry Brooks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-3762184658643285876?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3762184658643285876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=3762184658643285876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3762184658643285876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3762184658643285876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-mondays-and-ambitions.html' title='Of Mondays and Ambitions'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-3039595257232704077</id><published>2008-06-01T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:51:04.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ad Astra.To The Stars.'/><title type='text'>Spread the Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SEKXKgZ2VkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9Pr4zIGhf8I/s1600-h/2727517100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206890325946553922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SEKXKgZ2VkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9Pr4zIGhf8I/s320/2727517100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have gotten two acceptance offers from both local universities i applied to(NUS and NTU).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was offered Arts and Social Sciences at NUS and Mechanical Engineering at NTU. After much discussion with the family and a few friends, i decided on NUS for three reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Its my first choice i.e. FASS, i want to do economics in university.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) I like the buffet system in FASS which allows us to take a few different subject modules in the first year and declare our major only in the second year. I might have a change of taste:).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) I can't lie on this. NUS FASS just got that vibe in it. One Word: Prestige. Not to say that other university lacks prestige, but it has always been my dream to go to NUS. Like a dream came true. You know?:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to thank all those who congratulated me upon my acceptance into the university. My father, mother, sisters, familia, girlfriend,friends and acquaintances. I could not have done it without you guys. Thanks alot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, this is not only my hardwork. I owe alot to Him who listens when i seek guidance. The prayers before the papers and in the midst of baffled inquiry throughout my course of study. Thank You Allah. To you alone i pray and to you alone i seek help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Haters: don't hate the player, hate the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. and yes. I love you Mariam! I love u alot alot!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all folks. Till next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-3039595257232704077?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3039595257232704077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=3039595257232704077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3039595257232704077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3039595257232704077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/06/spread-joy.html' title='Spread the Joy!'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SEKXKgZ2VkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9Pr4zIGhf8I/s72-c/2727517100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-7287252613375519043</id><published>2008-03-07T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:02:11.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the fence'/><title type='text'>Alhamdullilah!</title><content type='html'>Alhamdullilah, all praise be to Allah, the owner of all things and victory of mine. To him we get these things, and to him it will return. Amma ba'du...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..so my results turned out ok...not spectacular but good enough to give me eligibility for a number of university courses in NUS, NTU and NIE. I'm currently undergoing the choosing process. Seriously I'm not sure of what course to choose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The choices:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Economics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mathematics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malay Studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psychology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engineering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nursing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm....choose within 3 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to all the well-wishers...thanks a million!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank Allah again for giving me this chance. Thank you Allah. I knew you heard my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chao:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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://www.ntu.edu.sg/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-7287252613375519043?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/7287252613375519043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=7287252613375519043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7287252613375519043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/7287252613375519043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/03/alhamdullilah.html' title='Alhamdullilah!'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-5495261050425481003</id><published>2008-03-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:31:52.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of tension and anxiety'/><title type='text'>Final Countdown!</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..it feels so nice to be able to relax at home after working for 3 weeks non-stop. No off nothing..work and work and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would like to wish all my peers taking their As a very good luck. Whatever the results is, doesn't matter. Just keep on walking.Aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now going to iron my clothes, get ready for prayers and then....jeng jeng jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates later. If i don't update that means...u noe lah what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-5495261050425481003?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/5495261050425481003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=5495261050425481003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/5495261050425481003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/5495261050425481003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/03/final-countdown.html' title='Final Countdown!'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-6336807592322457805</id><published>2008-03-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:22:17.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeng Jeng Jeng'/><title type='text'>Mari kita lihat siapa yang kena!</title><content type='html'>I cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody sing me a lullaby please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of my results tomorrow. Seriously, I've worked hard for this and if anything goes wrong then okla, gua accept juga. Heh. I tried hard, and if i fail, ok fine, aku bodoh. Or shit happens, or not suited for JC education or not good enough yet for university or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going through universities websites, advanced diploma courses on newspapers and the net and even faoundation years in certain Australian universities. And damn, Aus universities are gonna screw my cash dry if i enrol. But who said life is always cheap and easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i hate about results day i the suspense. It can be fun but it can break you if you take it too hard. And having to face your friends, teachers, calls from acquaintances. It would be all sweet if the results are nice. But in a case of the otherwise. ehem ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. Im just typing and i dunno whats the focus. heh but one thing for sure, im nervous. I don't wanna say anything now cos anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-6336807592322457805?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6336807592322457805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=6336807592322457805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6336807592322457805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6336807592322457805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/03/mari-kita-lihat-siapa-yang-kena.html' title='Mari kita lihat siapa yang kena!'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-604347323520618644</id><published>2008-03-05T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:49:02.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUDGEMENT DAY'/><title type='text'>RED ALERT!</title><content type='html'>When i blog means there is something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results will be out this friday at 14 30 hrs. seriously, im not hoping much out of this.&lt;br /&gt;i may make it or i won't. Now let me say this, if i make it then I thank Allah and everyone around me for their motivation and criticisms. But if i don't make it, from the bottom of my heart, i apologise for the disappointment i brought to everyone who's concerned. Neither do i expect it to turn out that way.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But whetever it is, im still hoping for the best. But i prepared myself for the worst already. I've got a few other plans in place just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, im damn scared for this friday. Every now and then, when i think about it, my heart beats faster. I get spasms and goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever it is, FRIDAY eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penghulu segala hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-604347323520618644?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/604347323520618644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=604347323520618644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/604347323520618644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/604347323520618644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2008/03/red-alert.html' title='RED ALERT!'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-6896050935124802618</id><published>2007-12-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:39:08.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of ending and new journeys'/><title type='text'>Talking of my greatest regret</title><content type='html'>About a week has passed and now then i have the courage to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i'm the kind of person who, whenever a drastic change takes place, needs to take time and real solid evidence to tell me its for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, when i see that the chair she used to sit is now used by someone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when i no more see the white chair with the black bottom cushion used in &lt;em&gt;zuhur/asar/maghrib/isyak&lt;/em&gt; for her prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when i no more hear the gentle nuances of her voice whenever i give &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; to the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when i heard the cute laugh no more when any member of the family cracks a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when theres no more of me joking with her whenever she gives me extra cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when i see my grandpa alone at the window when we go home every weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when there's one less person in the kitchen at the eve of Iduladha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, when.....i kissed her forehead and cheeks for the last time that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Grandma left for Allah's abode on the morning of monday 10 december 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had known this is to happen, I'd have not went to Ubin to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have visit her even though its just for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my greatest regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The regret of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khususan Almarhumah Hajjah Rahma Binte Mor, Al Fatihah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you and may you be placed among the pious and his most loved servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-6896050935124802618?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6896050935124802618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=6896050935124802618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6896050935124802618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6896050935124802618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2007/12/talking-of-my-greatest-regret.html' title='Talking of my greatest regret'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-3471080473894474469</id><published>2007-11-20T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:59:04.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comebackid'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>ok..i don't know if anybody or anyone is going to read this for that matter. But i'll just write some stuff...heh...i think i am going back into blogging, since im done with my As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well life has been an ass but also great at times. soon im entering a new phase. NS lah sey!!! I got into Civil Defence and as Zahid put it, abg-abg api. Heh. Okla i guess...CD pun CD la..heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got a few poems i came up with, but it is in malay. and some in english. I almost lost touch with the whole writing stuff. heh. been scientised by A levels. Say what? im taking bio, phy and econs..where got inspiration like that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..ok this is a bit random but yeah..im just typing what i want to..my blog what?heh..ok..i dunno if anybody reads this la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect De Chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-3471080473894474469?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/3471080473894474469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=3471080473894474469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3471080473894474469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/3471080473894474469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2007/11/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-6191717778685361567</id><published>2007-02-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:39:47.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>ns sBack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah..its been quite sometime since i actually updated..my blogs dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...the past weeks have been great...i think im doing ok in sch..except for physics..cos i seem to not get the whole idea of it..and of course all-time-not-ok-subject: biology. Bio sucks..memorisation work damn irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:i@fun"&gt;i@fun&lt;/a&gt; carnival was..quite fun...got no stall..so was put into logistics..it was such a mess..disorganised...i know its not easy but at least plan betul2la sikit..rabak seh...khairul, aishah and maya came..and a few other friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was the family chalet..it felt good to be able to catch up with the cousins...we are very closed..watched each other grow up...but all of us are getting old...haha..man..i can't believe i'm 18..its so fast...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration came to a halt nowadays..i don't know why...maybe cos preoccupied with schoolwork..which is stressful...A levels..damn man...but im gonna ace it...and get to uni...confident seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to write..my brain jam....should i study or should i not????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-6191717778685361567?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/6191717778685361567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=6191717778685361567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6191717778685361567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/6191717778685361567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2007/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116972687715915193</id><published>2007-01-25T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:07:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Tahzan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Al-Fatihah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a special tribute in the loving memory of Professor Syed Hussein Al-Attas who have returned to Allah's SWT abode on Thursday, 25/1/07. May Allah bless him for all his contributions to the society and may he be placed among the pious and the Syuhadah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i was browsing thru friendster and i found a blog which posted an excerpt of the book titled 'La Tahzan'(don't be sad) by Dr 'Aidh Al Qarni. Much love to the owner of the blog and mad props to Dr 'Aidh. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are stricken by poverty, others are chained in debt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't have shoes, others have no feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel pain now, others have been aching for years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your son dies, other have lost many.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have sinned, then repent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have committed a mistake, correct it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doors of repentance are ever open!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fountain of forgiveness is every rich!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let all bygones be bygones!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is predestined for you, you shall see it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being sad will not change anything!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadness spoils your life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Destroys your happiness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And turns it into wretchedness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supplication is your shield!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prayer is your beacon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prostration is your means!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how vast is the earth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How nice are the gardens and forests!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How bright are the stars!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All are happy, but you are sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have sweet water to drink!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fresh air to breathe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feet to walk with!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sleep safely in your bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, why be sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After long nights, come the bright sun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life will soon give you a smile!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be ready to get it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Real life is that spent in happiness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So cross out you sad days from your age!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace of mind is the real treasure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrow avails not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr 'Aidh Al Qarni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight...&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul Pujangga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116972687715915193?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116972687715915193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116972687715915193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116972687715915193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116972687715915193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-tahzan.html' title='La Tahzan'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116816170941427460</id><published>2007-01-07T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:28:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my 'Muslim' friend</title><content type='html'>This i wish i don't have to tell but i got to,&lt;br /&gt;it was morn, three men conversing between two,&lt;br /&gt;its the first day since the years passed,&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing moments that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;They asked a question, "man why don't you drink?",&lt;br /&gt;no thinking, i just said that i'm a muslim,&lt;br /&gt;and their next reaction did blew me of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;they were laughing, giggling sif' i spit a comedy line.&lt;br /&gt;It hit my temple, like thoughts coming in gushes,&lt;br /&gt;cos' my hope for a muslim friend crash and burn into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not irate, i don't wish to curse.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna lay down, priorities first.&lt;br /&gt;They laughed, yeah so whats the big ish'?&lt;br /&gt;they are muslims too, damn and thats a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;that moment, my mind was empty,&lt;br /&gt;as shock and disgust overcame me,&lt;br /&gt;i start to query:&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how true this reality?&lt;br /&gt;like the sweet fairy tale or bitter tsunami?&lt;br /&gt;I felt like packing my bag, stash by stash,&lt;br /&gt;as my hope for a muslim friend burns to ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the third verse cos two just ain't sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;This message i bring friends take time to listen,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't wanna follow then walk out silent,&lt;br /&gt;theres no need for you to start your dissing.&lt;br /&gt;Ridicule and act tough, aping and then laugh,&lt;br /&gt;gaping at your stuff, denying in your doubt,&lt;br /&gt;man, i wish the Prophet could live again,&lt;br /&gt;so they could see how he protected our religion.&lt;br /&gt;God, make sahabas live again,&lt;br /&gt;so we can see how they suffered and then prolly we can comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;till that day come i'm in the mosque and on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;hope for a muslim friend to come, a wish that never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul Pujangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"O ye who believe! Intoxicants and gambling, (dedication of) stones, and (divination by) arrows, are an abomination,- of Satan's handwork: eschew such (abomination), that ye may prosper."(5;90)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116816170941427460?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116816170941427460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116816170941427460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116816170941427460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116816170941427460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2007/01/ode-to-my-muslim-friend.html' title='Ode to my &apos;Muslim&apos; friend'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116699929112698737</id><published>2006-12-25T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T06:28:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party's Over</title><content type='html'>If you ever be in a revolution, you might as well win it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassup people...see..its the last week of holidays and damn...i still have alot of homeworks to do...i hate online assignments...i dunno why..call me orthodoxical but i prefer doing homework on paper using a pen/pencil...knawmsayin...it just flow better...and akin to that...i have overdue online assignments...leceh to the max ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason being why my hws undone is because..for the past one month..has been all party...and non academic work....podcast...going out with friends..family...chalets...bbqs...and of course just slacking and reliving the glory of the post 'O's days..snapped back to reality when i happen to look at the calender one fine day..i realised school is in a stones throw away...i tried doing some physics stuffs...and damn..as expected...i forgot most of the stuff..lots of catching up to do..time to get down to business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...something recent...a friend got hospitalized...for appendix...never jump around after eating man...never...get well soon Aidil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home comp is spoiled..using my sister's laptop now...since the comp is spoiled...the distraction is kept to the minimal..my siblings and me started doing what we did when we were young kids...playing carrom...tea party..haha...at 3 in the morning..insane people..but..thats what bonding is about...show some love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...my N73 is such an ass right now..gonna hit the nokia service centre to repair..i just bought dammit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight..inspiration doesn't seem to flow nowadays..mebbe bcoz im busy..but the next rhyme..i'm gonna make sure its dope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..Merry Christmas to those celebrating...aight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta keep on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul Pujangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I wish that you could show some love, instead of hating so much when you see some other people coming up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116699929112698737?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116699929112698737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116699929112698737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116699929112698737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116699929112698737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/12/partys-over.html' title='Party&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116327340868450633</id><published>2006-11-12T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:30:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Allahuakhbar, Allahuakhbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mataku setengah pejam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahuakhbar, Allahuakhbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cahaya di kamar kelam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asyhadu allaa ilaaha illallah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;menyergah mimpi, kesunyian malam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asyhadu anna Muhammadar-Rasuulullah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bangkit jasadku dari tilam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiya 'alash-shalaah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;airwuduk membasahi wajah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiya 'alal-falaah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seruan belum disahut ummah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ash-shalaatu khairun minan-naum,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bangkitlah wahai manusia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ash-shalaatu khairun minan-naum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dari penindasan dan kedangkalan ilmiah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;syukur rezeki dari yang esa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laa ilaaha illallaah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pintu taubat masih terbuka.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renungilah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelahiran diiringi azan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kematian diiringi solat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antara azan dan solat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;betapa singkatnya hidup ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zulqarnain MN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Zul Pujangga-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116327340868450633?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116327340868450633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116327340868450633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116327340868450633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116327340868450633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/11/azan.html' title='Azan'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116327109495284775</id><published>2006-11-12T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:01:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>ok..so now my PW is over...the outcome...is a different story...anyway..my exams are over and Alhamdulillah i passed all my subjects..and got 1st position...thank god..hope for more good news in future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raya-ing with friends is aight...going out this monday with the IJC people...so far have been out with evergreen sec mates...nice people they are..its fun to meet them again..n just make time stop for a while..n reminiscing the past..the times during the whole 4 year stint..n treasuring the friendship that we have..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is the least of my priority...i didn't even calculate how much i got..and use it as if i'm drinking plain water..knawmsayin?..i'm not as spendthrift as i used to be..i'm gonna discipline my money again..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..on the 9th of november, Zul Pujangga turned 17...can't believe it..time flies so fast..that i have no time to grab it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of that bithday wishes and all..i wondered..why celebrate when u r a year closer to death?..one of my friend said its an untimely moment to think of stuff like that..but if i dun reflect on my birthday...then when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i found the answer...it all boils down to moderation...u can celebrate and thank God and people around you for helping you to come thus far..however not too much of it..Yin &amp; Yang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have alot to do in the coming holidays..and most of it are mini projects..i planned to write and make a rhyme with Fudin...he rhyming in english..and i'm rhyming in malay..see how it goes...then podcast recording for national podcast competition..and of course..the homeworks and revision for JC2 curriculum..so much for holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your work will never end until you take your last 'A' level paper."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..till the next time we meet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet/ Zul Pujangga-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Verily, all things have We created in proportion and measure."(54:49)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116327109495284775?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116327109495284775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116327109495284775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116327109495284775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116327109495284775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116161234688382279</id><published>2006-10-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:05:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Aight...&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of Ramadhan..i'm sad..also hapy that Aidilfitri is here...talking about tension of the opposites..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr will be payday and gathering of the Haroon clan..and at nite will be gathering at my maternal aunts place..woohoo..can't wait for that too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..this entry is a short one...yeah..just wanna wish all my muslim friends and everyone to be exact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidlifitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel an inspiration flowing into my mind...if i get to pen it down..i'll post it here by tonite aight..anyway enjoy the night and soak in the rhythm of the takbir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahuakhbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116161234688382279?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116161234688382279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116161234688382279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116161234688382279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116161234688382279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-116023926299846199</id><published>2006-10-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:41:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lailatul Qadar or Lailatul Bazaar?</title><content type='html'>I finished my exams this week and so i had the time to do a litle bit of catching up with the media hype. In the midst of the fasting month i wonder, whats all this month is about? The small boy in me who is still discovering Islam and being naive, turns to media to seek answers. Advertisements and promotions flashed on the goggle box, catchy tunes and jingles create a melody. Switched on the radio and again, promotions of fiesta and festivals for the whole month is widely publicized. A response from an on street interview stuck onto my mind," &lt;em&gt;This nightly event have allowed me to strenghten the inter-relation bonds between me and my family&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;strong&gt; And i thought i got the answers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that before. The month of ramadhan is to strenghten your relationships with your fellow counterparts. And looking at the majority of the events that are publicized, the month of ramadhan is the month of fiesta and party- every weekend, every night with concerts and music, food galores and whatnot. But is that all Ramadhan is worth of? Is that the main reason why muslims are commanded to fast in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me,"O believers, fasting have been made obligatory upon you as it was made obligatory upon those who came before you &lt;strong&gt;so that you all may attain piety&lt;/strong&gt;."(2:183). These were the signs that, probably ramadan is more than month of just mere entertainment. The objective is made clear, "&lt;strong&gt;so that you all may attain piety&lt;/strong&gt;." I turned to hadis for an insight, and Prophet (s.a.w) described fasting as a shield for the votary to vanquish worldly desires.(Al Haleemiy). &lt;strong&gt;Worldly desires&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;That phrase sinked deep into my mind. Surfeiting entertainment, does that count to be worldly desires? I looked back at the previous months, there were no such one whole month of full-swing carnival. And during ramadan there is. Why is it the month when the main objective is to suppress our worldly desires is then full of events fulfilling the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it paradoxical? I wonder why or rather how two things are happening simultaneously. At one place, there are concerts going on, with glittering lights and glam, loud music, dances and food, illuminating the enlightened nights of ramadhan. A few kilometres away, i see people standing in straight lines they called 'saf'. Voices that speaketh nothing but the revelations revealed through Gabriel a few thousand years ago. And soon after they humbled by placing their forehead on the ground with every of their movement, the ruku' and sujud etc accompanied with a five syallable word with one meaning: God is Great. I stood confused and perplexed, which one should i go? So i try checked. I'm a muslim, the people praying are muslims. But then, they in the concerts are also muslims. So which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i reckon, probably, entertainment is fine. As long as we follow Yin and Yang, the law of balance. We are humans and we need them. But when its amount exceeds what we always have(in other months), &lt;strong&gt;something must be wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. Something is indeed out of place. Especially when it is the time for us to cut down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either people is wrong or i am wrong. For satan is not at fault. Maybe i'm just too extreme. But then again i'm just a little boy in search of mere truth in the midst of the axiom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Show us to the right path: the path whom you give privileges and not of those whom you wrathed and had gone astray."(1:6 &amp;7)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThePoet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-116023926299846199?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/116023926299846199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=116023926299846199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116023926299846199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/116023926299846199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/10/lailatul-qadar-or-lailatul-bazaar.html' title='Lailatul Qadar or Lailatul Bazaar?'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115968278173265656</id><published>2006-10-01T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:06:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Aight...so i'm back...its been a long time since isn't?..and people have been bugging me to update so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first...I wanna wish all my muslims brothers and sisters..Selamat berpuasa..and that goes to muslims around the world. And in conjunction with the Ramadhan month, my tutor whose name is Ramadhan gave me a book called the "Reliance of The Believer In Ramadhan" by Mohammed Iqbal Bin Abdullah. Its a good book..with really in depth information about the month of ramadhan and things in parallel to the matter. It costs $15 in the market and i got it for free...Jazakallahu Khairan to Abg Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i would like to take this chance to say this: those of you who are not fasting due to valid or wack reasons...please don't eat and drink in public...show some respect for your own religion..and don't tarnish our image...It ain't nice when you have a non-muslim coming to you and asking," how come that guy is eating in the fasting month? I thought you all cannot eat at this time right?"...Aight..to whom it may concern..go figure..nuff' said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, promos are here and I'm giving my all for it...I really hope that i will be able to pull through this one..so yeah...anyway..nerds are cool..get that?one more things is this PW stuff...its time consuming and irritating...eating up most of my time where i can actually study or do something else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday was my General Paper and mother tongue promos..It was 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigghhtt'...i tried my best and thats  what that matters...after that whole tiring day..a lighter moment with my friends...crashed to Al Amin for iftar...dope deal they have there..$7 per person and we ate as if we paid $15...Al Amin is the ish' man..good food, good friends, good time....ribut gua cakap sama lu!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow is my maths and economics paper..the schools exam committe is a GENIUS...maths and economics on the same day...they gotta be doping when they are making our exam timetable..anyway..its mind over matter...get in..do my thing and get out..tomorrow is my exam..and what am i doing here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..wish me luck for my promos...God help me...in this month of yours..show thy mercy to your lowly servant. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight.till i spit again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O believers, fasting has been made obligatory upon you as it was made obligatory upon those who came before you so that you all may attain piety."(2:183)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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/25658111-115968278173265656?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115968278173265656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115968278173265656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115968278173265656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115968278173265656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Mubarak'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115477112867936611</id><published>2006-08-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:47:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't got no choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I freezed in the frosted memory of the moonlight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the midst of the night,giving glimpses of grilling sights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despair over the mountains that proved too high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and morality of humans that proved too dry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just by your instincts that you refused to try,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but to kneel down hold your hand towards the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality makes you feel like shit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again it echoes hollow, "its decreed!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times things happen beyond our ability,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i guess thats why we call it destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As i soldier on just to complete formality,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay just in disparity and upright in adversity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zulqarnain MN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight..so its been quite a while i updated...life has been too busy...moving so fast and furious...damn..so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole time, i have been participating in alot of activities, one of them is the pesta peti putih..2006...it was held in NAFA on the 25th july, tuesday..it was a total great experience, as thats the first time i tried acting in front of a paying audience...i have never even tried acting before..interesting shit...the experience was enriching..but what i was really proud of is that..the whole thing, the script, the story, rehearsals is done five days before the real show.. as the initial story was wack and was scraped....and we manage to put up a good show...fantastic...and my other two actors acted really well..congrats to them..aight..so thanx too everyone in the pesta peti putih..the crew members...and teater ekamatra...nice working with all of you..and not forgetting my sisters, dad and mom...who showed great support for me..and my school production..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..during the rehearsals, i get to meet Harun and my sis friends..we were performing on the same day with NUS...and i think i spilled some beans...much love to sis..heh..anyway..its cool..NUS showed a dope production and storyline..abstract yet fathomable..interesting..i like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer tests...yeah..it was ok..not good at all..yet not that fucked up..i passed as a whole..but still..i know i am capable of better..so..i'm gonna ace the mid course exam..fo sho..school is getting more tiring..everytime i reached my crib...i feel like just wanna sleep and wake up the next day...but then..there's homework..so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my malay blog won the school weblog competition as the best language baby!!!aight..thats more of ThePoet aight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so till next time..i'm out..and do keep the tags coming...aight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThePoet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-115477112867936611?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115477112867936611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115477112867936611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115477112867936611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115477112867936611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/08/aint-got-no-choice.html' title='Ain&apos;t got no choice'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115476968589240724</id><published>2006-08-05T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:21:26.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThePoet on Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is now common to read a newspaper of which the front page reports on the tension caused by nuclear weapons, weapons of mass destruction and other biological threats while the next page depicts how science is helping in maintaining the environment and a potential multimillion dollar industry in future. Within all this, rise a paradox and a controversy, is science helping or hurting us? Science itself is a subject that focuses on how things work, leading into creations and inventions such as how physics and math brought about technology and engineering. The argument can be substantiated in four main points of contention which are security, socio-cultural, environmental and economy. In all these aspects, the argument will demonstrate on how science is more of a help than a detriment to the human race by weighing out the pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        “Tensions escalate as nuclear talks between Washington and Pyongyang fails.” These are some of the news that is making headlines in the papers, television reports and other modes of mass media worldwide. The insidious effects of science are conspicuous here, of which it brings about political instability and a high tendency of dire repercussions such as war and health hazards. The advancement in scientific research has brought about discovery of nuclear power, which is manipulated into powerful and lethal weapons, weapons of mass destruction, armory and biological weapons such as chemicals, bacteria and viruses. Apparently, the manipulations of these scientific products are causing harm to humans. We have seen how anthrax, a kind of bacteria caused a shockwave of panic across the world, disrupting mail services and putting everybody at risk of being infected. The chemical plant explosion in Chernobyl which claimed many lives and even survivors are not spared from the aftermath. The survivors are still suffering from cancer and genetic mutation. Their offspring are born deformed and most did not survive for more than a few years. Their clouds and atmosphere is still polluted with radioactive particles, which takes an insurmountable time to diffuse and disappear. The recent Iraq war too which killed thousands of innocent civilians is launched due to the search for weapons of mass destruction. The effects brought about due to science here is dangerous. It has the ability of massacre and yet often than not the panacea discovered is too late to save the devastating outcome in the aftermath. Akin to the introduction of science to the world is opening of the Pandora’s Box, which has caused the world to go asunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On the contrary, it is undeniable that science has brought about many benefits that have helped humans. One of them is the advancement in the medical sector. The research in medicine and biomedical sectors has allowed humans to sustain life and cure diseases which might have caused death a hundred years ago. The development in the medical sector also brought about a higher standard of living and allowing people to take pre-emptive measures. For instance, the discovery of calcium pills, iron pills and other similar supplements can spare the adults from the aches and pains due to aging process or at least alleviate them. Even a pregnant mother eats according to the doctor’s recommendation to ensure the health of the baby. Scientific research allowed us to find the source and reasons for diseases. Scientists now know the reason of why flu persists and how to take preemptive measures lest it becomes a pandemic. The H5N1 virus is now being researched by scientists on how to contain the virus. This information has helped people in ensuring their health. The medicine production firms are also reaping the benefits as they can predict the time of which production should be increased, which in turn will save many from being maimed for life by the flu. Hence, to assert that science is detrimental to us is a biased viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Science has also helped in the maintaining of the environment. Through studying genetics, scientists and zoologists are helping in breeding animals which are at the brink of extinction to flourish once again. Other than helping in breeding animals which are endangered, botanists are using genetics to propagate endangered plants and plants which contain medicinal value. This helps to increase the rate of production of medicines extracted from these natural resources. On the notion of increasing production, plantations companies are using tissue culture top ensure a good yield in their harvest. Science is a tool used to help and develop their business; a good example would be the oil palm plantation in Malaysia, which employs the tissue culture, to increase production and a better harvest. The utilization of science in research of the oil palm plantation also starts to show results as the oil palm trees might be a possible resource for medicines. Therefore, science has increased man’s ability in research and development, which might help in bringing the world onto a more prosperous and safe platform as increasing resources for antidotes and our basic necessities are discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       In Singapore, the government has embarked on a project in the life sciences. The research and development have helped Singapore in creating jobs for the citizens. Singapore is currently working with other countries in making advancements to life-sciences. The increase in investments in Singapore due to science and technology has helped in prospering the nation’s economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Science Is a double edged sword, in which one bears benefits to man while the other results in dire repercussions. However, these consequences are brought about by the abuse of science and using it for negative intentions. Therefore, it is not science that hurts but humans himself that manipulate it to cause harm. Looking at the far more benefits that science bears, the argument is much inclined that science is more of a help than a hurt to mankind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThePoet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-115476968589240724?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115476968589240724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115476968589240724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115476968589240724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115476968589240724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/08/thepoet-on-science.html' title='ThePoet on Science'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115305941640371775</id><published>2006-07-16T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:16:56.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of The Cloak</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is it because of your remembrance of the neighbours of Dhi-salam.&lt;br /&gt;That tears mixed with blood are flowing (from your eyes).&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because of the breeze blowing from Kaazimah.&lt;br /&gt;Or it is the lightning struck in the darkness of the night Idam&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to your eyes, (the more) you tell them to stop, the more they continue flowing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the matter with your heart, (the more) you tell it to come to its senses, (the more it is distracted).&lt;br /&gt;Does the lover think that his love can be concealed.&lt;br /&gt;While his eyes are shedding tears and his heart is glowing.&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been for the love, you would not have shed tears at the ruins (of your beloved).&lt;br /&gt;Nor would you become restless at the remembrance of the cypress (tree) the high mountain.&lt;br /&gt;How do you deny love after the testimony.&lt;br /&gt;Borne against you by (such) reliable witnesses as your yours and your illness.&lt;br /&gt;Love has ingrained two lines of fear, and withered your face.&lt;br /&gt;On your cheeks like yellow rose and the reddish tree.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Thoughts of the beloved came to me at night and kept me awake.&lt;br /&gt;And love transforms pleasure into pain.&lt;br /&gt;you who reproach me, regarding my love, excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;From me to you if you do justice, you would not reproach me.&lt;br /&gt;My state (of love) has been expressed to you, (now) my secret is no longer concealed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From those who malign (me), nor is there (something to) check my agony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have sincerely advised me , I did not heed it.&lt;br /&gt;For verily a lover is deaf to those who advise him.&lt;br /&gt;I regarded with suspicion the advice of the elders in reproaching me.&lt;br /&gt;(Wisdom) in the advice of the elders is above suspicion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imam Busairi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..this poem is not mine..it is the qasidah burdah..by imam Busairi..nice poem...got a great story behind..u wanna noe the story?find out urself..hehe..ok anyway..got my results...and it sucks big time i tell u....big time..anywae...this is the first time..so yeah...just take it as a learning curve..hope to score of my mid-course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Al-fatihah to Almarhum Syed Ahmad Semait who passed away in his destination to Kuala Lumpur on 15/7. May Allah bless him, and place him in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i am in this pidato shit, a kind of malay language oratorical contest...ashraf and fatimah is in too..evg makes great speakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this have been lingering in my mind nowadaes...and soon...i will craft it into a poem..people who momentarily forget that others have feelings...i see it thru witness and experience, hears it thru ink and chronicles...so wait for that poem in my next entry..aight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is totally tiring...i'm usually fatigued by the time its friday afternoon...after prayers...i just wanna have some rest...take it slow and steady...catch up on more important things in life...unfortunately in SG, education is one of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here i shall spit...take care and have a good week ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's  Prime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-115305941640371775?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115305941640371775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115305941640371775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115305941640371775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115305941640371775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/07/poem-of-cloak.html' title='Poem of The Cloak'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115169523646833877</id><published>2006-07-01T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T04:00:02.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whether it is a sign onto man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or just part of predestination, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is a message being sent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of mercy and compassion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it meets their eyes and all was light,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their minds drift into wonders.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Names and phrases as they try,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to search and discover the answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even after the ideas and finds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;impromtus that goes unplanned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deny they did of a divine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Authority over lives of man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a long way, it might have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still there's an ocean of secrets concealed within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zulqarnain MN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Word. This ish came to my mind when i was on my bed falling asleep. It was 3 in the morning and i woke up like one lunatic, grabbed a pen and spit it on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are done..summer tests are done..only one thing bugging me until the end of year...the Project Work shit..so much has to be done..one thing after another..one by one they come..conspiracy shit...but well..lifes good so far..on the 21 june went to watch theviva musica..its a band performance by hai sing catholic at victoria theatre...it was aaaaaaaaaaight......but the ones that got the night blazing is the peeps around u..all so cool...hyped up...easy going..chill....i had a good time..although i was with ma ex..but hu cares...she is now my fren..so yea..i made a few new fren too..sabirah, affan, dayan, leh, huda, yasmin..and more...nice people they all..dope night i had...and the best thing is...it was already 11 30 and i was still at east side(i live in the north btw)...haha..coming back at 3 in da morn is nothing new..but running for the last train..daym..that was close..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life is aight so far..somehow im just can't be bothered of the things happening around me...aper nak jadi, jadilah..that kind of attitude.but it gotta go soon...coz if not..repercussions might be devastating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was forced into participating in theatre ekamatra, this Pesta Peti Putih shit...its quite unique actualli..my sister did participated in her pre u days..and so am i..family legacy?prolly...family of talents?hell yeah!!...aight..im supposed to be shabir, a guy who influenced his friend to play 4d, with a self fulfilling perception of 4D as an investment instead of a form of gambling...wanna noe how these people act?look out for pak cik melayu yang pegang kertas warne pink in one group and then minum kopi or better..tiger beer!!!observe...and u have it, a real life demo..world nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrs idah's party...got food..and thats good..but before that gotta go for this syf shit...i dunno why we are supposed to go.but prolly coz of the national stadium is gonna be torn down soon..and its gonna be hot..and IJ's uniform doesn't help in making us cooler...thanx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats it...more updates coming..but i think..who the hell wanna read about my updates?but who cares if anybody cares?&lt;br /&gt;Its my way on the highway...and im on the highway to hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the bass baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-115169523646833877?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115169523646833877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115169523646833877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115169523646833877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115169523646833877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/07/kismet.html' title='Kismet'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115064811024831450</id><published>2006-06-19T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:29:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet of an Apocalypse</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When the first trumpet is blasted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the earth trembles with fright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then mankind chaos and riot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and mothers lost their child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the stars trickles like rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the moon is cleft asunder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mountains break terrain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its the eve of hereafter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When money and material made no more sense,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no more caste, can't distinguish the difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kings and landlords owned no more lands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything is futile, no more repentance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the earth quavers, crash and burn,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, we have reached the point of no return.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zulqarnain MN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-115064811024831450?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115064811024831450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115064811024831450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115064811024831450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115064811024831450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/06/sonnet-of-apocalypse.html' title='Sonnet of an Apocalypse'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-115012815048277993</id><published>2006-06-12T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:10:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How Great The Wonder Of The Heavens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And The Timeless Beauty Of The Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Great-Then How Great The Creator ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And It's Star Like Priceless Jewels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far Beyond The Reach Of Kings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bow Down For The Shepherd Guiding Him Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But How Many Eyes Are Closed To The Wonder Of This Night ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Pearls, Hidden, Deep Beneath A Dark Stream Of Desires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Like Dreams Vanish With The Call To Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And The Dawn Extinguishes Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here Too Are Signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Is The Light .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Great The Beauty Of The Earth And The Creatures Who Dwell On Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Great - Then How Great The Creator ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As It's Mountains Pierce The Clouds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High Above The Lives Of Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeping Rivers For Thousand Of Years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But How Many Hearts Are Closed To The Wonders Of This Sight ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Birds In A Cage, Asleep With Closed Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Like Work Stops With The Call To Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And The Birds Recite,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here Too Are Signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Is The Light, God Is The Light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Great The Works Of Man And The Things He Makes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Great, Then How Great The Creator ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought He Strives To Reach The Heavens &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He Can Barely Survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wars Of The World He Lives In&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet How Many Times He's Tried, Himself To Immortalize ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like His Parents Before Him In the Garden Of Eden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Like The Sun Sets With The Call To Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Surrenders To The Night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here Too Are Signs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Is The Light Everlasting, God is The Light Everlasting, God is The Light Everlasting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raihan and Yusuf Islam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-115012815048277993?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/115012815048277993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=115012815048277993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115012815048277993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/115012815048277993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-is-light.html' title='God Is The Light'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114693882701178119</id><published>2006-05-07T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:07:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Votes 2006- General Elections</title><content type='html'>Waiting quite excitedly for the results of my constituency, i watched as the results of each constituencies were announced. As the event unfolds, one thing became very clear- the PAP has been in power for too long and it is practically unfeasible to deny their expected mass victory and their voice of majority in the parliament. This has been a perplexing question for me. Why does the PAP always win the elections? Why not the SDP or other opposition parties for that matter? That question lingers in my mind, Until yesterday that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i went for an opposition's rally, and the only word i can use to describe the contents putforth is irrelevance. Having read their newsletter way before the rallies started, what that i had been hearing is the highlighting of PAP's flaws. As much as I'm not a PAP's advocate, i still do agree that the PAP has at least displayed their future plannings, policies and schemes in their manifestos. Sadly, i have seen none or rather little of these things being conveyed in the rallies and manifestos in most of the oppositon's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition's rally remains within the axis of pointing out and picking the faults of others, much less in telling what they want to do to change the status quo. They actually did inform the citizens what they want to do. But how do they plan to go about doing it? What programme do they have in mind? Why look for other's flaw when you yourself doesn't have a policy or a programme to change it? Why exaggerate small issues that is already history? When people are voting for a government that can govern country towards a new and higher platform in the future?My friend was quite amused when reading the newsletters. It could probably qualify as a satirical newsletter rather than a political one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i do feel that the nature singaporeans too do have an effect on the outcome of the election results. In my opinion, singaporeans will prefer to stay in the comfort zone. An example would be Potong Pasir, where SDA  emerged victor and Hougang where WP too gained victory in the elections. SDA and WP have been ruling their constituencies for quite some time and the residents there are already comfortable with their own party and so continue to vote for them. The majorities mandate for PAP is clear, very evident and apparently beyond question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results for Aljunied was quite shocking, with only a small margin of 26 000 between the PAP and WP.2006's election has been quite exciting, with all the events that unfolds, and a more understanding of how the politics work. Maybe i will review on contemplating to participate in the politics. The saga, defamation, propaganda and whatnot might be exciting yet tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish to have at least a quarter of the parliament seats comprising of the opposition. I always believe that having a different perspective in a government is beneficial with reasons that are self explanatory. They all have Singapore's interest at heart anyway. However I'm afraid that my wish might be a little bit too much, reviewing at the current election results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114693882701178119?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114693882701178119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114693882701178119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114693882701178119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114693882701178119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/05/singapore-votes-2006-general-elections.html' title='Singapore Votes 2006- General Elections'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502994734734387</id><published>2006-04-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:53:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdog's Rendition</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When the sun starts to shine,&lt;br /&gt;its damn way before nine,&lt;br /&gt;and we know we survived and left yesterday behind,&lt;br /&gt;with eyes heavy we set ourselves to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: school'; self.lm_skeyphrase='school'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: school...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='school'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=school&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: school'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;with lecture sessions-probably the best time to drool.&lt;br /&gt;The buses packed with people that each ear's plugged,&lt;br /&gt;bouncing their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: head'; self.lm_skeyphrase='head'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: head...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='head'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=head&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: head'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; as if listening to Tupac.&lt;br /&gt;Bass booming in midst of misty morning,&lt;br /&gt;life's rendition according to Pug Jelly and Ronin.&lt;br /&gt;And when we reach school its "Good morning Mrs",&lt;br /&gt;naggy P's, marvellous friends and uptight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: teachers'; self.lm_skeyphrase='teachers'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: teachers...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='teachers'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=teachers&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: teachers'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teachers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Spitting the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: mic'; self.lm_skeyphrase='mic'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: mic...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='mic'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=mic&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: mic'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; about theory of relativity,&lt;br /&gt;gets sick in there, its tempts you off your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Each minute works increasing a pile,&lt;br /&gt;and you look ahead- gotta keep walking a million mile.&lt;br /&gt;And we thought we've end this royal rumble,&lt;br /&gt;then the next day damn, its the same cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Zulqarnain MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hate it or love it underdogs on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502994734734387?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502994734734387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502994734734387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502994734734387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502994734734387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/underdogs-rendition_14.html' title='Underdog&apos;s Rendition'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502972983615441</id><published>2006-04-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:48:49.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IJC</title><content type='html'>Aight..no poems have been in my mind so far...no inspiration..nothing..prolly inspirations &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: will'; self.lm_skeyphrase='will'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: will...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='will'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=will&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: will'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;will&lt;/a&gt; start to flow again in a week..hehe..so well..first week of JC...quite tiring i might say..sch starts at 8 and ends at 5...&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: office'; self.lm_skeyphrase='office'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: office...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='office'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=office&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: office'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;office&lt;/a&gt; hours dammit....but the sch is quite ok..everything is new..the Lecture theatres, classroom..u can still smell the scent of those new chairs and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for friends, there is not much problems..because i met alot of ex-evgians in IJ...Ashraf, Afif, kee kwoon etc.....during lectures, the whole row of seats will be occupied with evergreen students..but i do meet other people from other &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: schools'; self.lm_skeyphrase='schools'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: schools...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='schools'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=schools&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: schools'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;schools&lt;/a&gt;..Syazwan, Aman, Hakim just to name some...so yeah...everythings not so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for CCA's i got into New Media Arts..and i went for the audition...n i managed to pull through! I was accepted as one of their DJs..i rarely listen to the radio and i didn't even know how i managed to pass as a DJ..actually..my reason for joining the cca is because..i will get to learn how to manage a studio, digital music..and all those stuff...i'm looking forward to learning all these shit..&lt;br /&gt;i took part in a second cca..Malay cultural club or something...i just want to participate in the debate and maybe pidato(oratorical contests)...too bad IJ doesn't offer EL debates..so...bahas pun bahas lah...debate jugak ape...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i still love to speak in front of a crowd..even thought i still get stage jitters sometimes..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although next week is a holiday...i have to go to school to attend the Bridging course...its to make up for the lessons we missed during our absence in the first 3 months..holy crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..that sums up my first week of school..aight..more rhymes coming up..so..yeah..guess thats it..happy holidays everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502972983615441?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502972983615441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502972983615441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502972983615441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502972983615441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/ijc.html' title='IJC'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502955305717403</id><published>2006-04-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:45:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An invaluable lesson</title><content type='html'>Okay..so i wasn't home for about 2 days? I was involved in my late uncle's funeral. He died of cancer at the age of 44 two days ago(02/03/06). Still young, but well, death knows no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i get the experience of being beside a dying person. Theres nothing much i can do other than lead him in saying the testimony of faith(Dua kalimah syahadah). Its really a good lesson for me. One day, all of us are going to face the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;I also got the chance to witness them cleaning the corpse. And also assisted the Imam to don the corpse in white cloths(kain kafan). At that time, nothing else matters. You can have a 100 pair of suits made of silk, but when you die, all you wear is just a white cloth made of cotton, stripped of from all the luxuries of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet once said: "When anyone of Bani Adam dies, you will bring nothing except for these three things: All of your good actions, useful knowledge that you have acquired and prayers from your filial children. All of the things you possess will be left behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us, for sure must have heard this hadis. But it will just slip of our mind within the next minute. But i guess nothing beats what the eyes have seen. I guess this is the most invaluable lesson ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In peace Mohamed Yunus bin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;May your soul be placed together with the Prophets and all the Syuhada.&lt;br /&gt;Al Fatihah&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I got into Innova JC. There are quite alot of students from EVGS enrolling at Innova.Have to report at 07 30 hrs on Monday. And to my friends who aren't posted to the schools that they opted as their first choice, try to go for the DAE. And if it is still unsuccessful, just remember that there is a silver lining behind every cloud aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502955305717403?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502955305717403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502955305717403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502955305717403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502955305717403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/invaluable-lesson.html' title='An invaluable lesson'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502934726770650</id><published>2006-04-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:42:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>hehe..i thought i am in the deepest dilemma ever..but when i saw Affiq choosing his polytechnic courses..mine's not so bad afterall..yesterday..i went to my alma mater and the guard is all it takes to make me feel like not going to that &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: school'; self.lm_skeyphrase='school'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: school...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='school'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=school&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: school'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ever again..I was wearing capal..a malay sandal..and that melayu guard blatantly say that i am wearing slippers..&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: one...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=one&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boy was wearing sandals and was also given a warning...i read the notice and it wrote"ex students not allowed to enter if wearing SLIPPERS."he is wearing sandals..which part is it that the guard miscomprehended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well..met affiq and khairul..and a small impromptu reunion of the E1s and E2s...Sarah, Rai, Steph, Affiq, Khairul, Baolong, Shixian, Keekwoon and Yusi was there..but well..nice meeting them again..and then i discussed with Affiq on the choices...but i myself doesn't really know what all the courses are all about..and so..we seek help from Ms Loola and Mr Viknesh...nice &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: teachers'; self.lm_skeyphrase='teachers'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: teachers...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='teachers'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=teachers&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: teachers'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..really informative and helpful..so..then affiq made his first choice...Aeronautical engineering...after 3 days of contemplation and not forgetting the stress...but the government ought to give us more time to choose our &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: course'; self.lm_skeyphrase='course'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: course...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='course'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=course&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: course'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...4 days to determine your future is seriously inadequate and insufficient..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me..i have made up my mind..and i'm going for innova..science course...i will be informed of which school i am going by 3rd march...subject combinations? Have some in my mind already...i write it here when its finalised..and dammit..if i get to Innova, A levels next year...thats fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..to everybody..good luck in your future endeavours...aight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502934726770650?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502934726770650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502934726770650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502934726770650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502934726770650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502925898458782</id><published>2006-04-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:40:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Repeats Itself</title><content type='html'>Well..the suspense and tension is now gone..i'm quite happy with my results. QUITE. I do think there are some of the subjects that i underperformed..Lit for example..a frigging C5..how more sickening can it get?But there are some improvements too..if being compared to my prelims..english, add maths and science especially..I was euphoric when i got to know i am eligible for Junior Colleges..something that has never happened since i took my exams in secondary 3..God really blessed me and i am very thankful indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i could qualify into jc..cos' of my performance in my prelims..neither did i expect the L1R5 results i managed to get...as for my friends..well some of them did quite well..the top student was none other than Lim Shi Yu with 8 straight As.....there are quite a handful that managed to qualify for jc..n the standards rose as compared to last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously would like to thank God,parents, family,teachers,friends and foes and people who have helped me directly or indirectly..and everyone who have given their support..thank you very much..God Bless You all..aight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...for some who knows me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Repeats Itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah...Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502925898458782?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502925898458782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502925898458782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502925898458782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502925898458782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History Repeats Itself'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502910329895496</id><published>2006-04-14T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:38:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Allah I trust</title><content type='html'>Ok.Many have asked me to write a normal entry once in a while. I guess this is my first one. After the O levels. I guess I did nothing much except for doing some voluntary work, recalling my keyboard skills and also slacking all the way at home. A few significant events happened though. And guess what, all those events are reflected in my previous poems. And because of all this unexpected events, I couldn't go for speakeasy. Have been missing it for 2 times consecutively. Two times. Mind you, what a blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I hope I won't miss the next one.My adrenalin has been rushing up to it's peak nowadays. Probably because of the O level results coming out. Seriously, I got no idea how I am going to fair. But I got a strong feeling that I will fail my science. I didn't really feel confident when I was doing the biology paper. God bless me and my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to write any political stuff here but well. I got to write this one. Whats up with the people setting up the western embassies into an inferno?I agree that the caricatures of Prophet Muhammad PBUH is wrong. But the way they are handling it is not appropriate. They should at least do it diplomatically or something.Rather than raging in the street, killing innocent people and picking on westerners.Whom for all you know might also be disagreeing to the cartoons. Sometimes people just put their feelings above their mind.And thats not how a Muslim should act. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the press, I guess they should be reminded that free speech comes with a great cost and also great responsibility. Any sane individual will think twice or like Vladimir said, a hundred times when doing anything that is provocative to one of the world's greatest religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next time I will write like this again will be, erm..I don't know actually..just when I feel like it aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess thats it..I just hope I will do fine or if not better for my O levels.Pray for me and for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God I shall trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502910329895496?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502910329895496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502910329895496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502910329895496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502910329895496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-allah-i-trust.html' title='In Allah I trust'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502887216689950</id><published>2006-04-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:34:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijrah</title><content type='html'>In the midst of the Chinese new year, I suddenly came to realize that not only the Chinese are celebrating their new year; but the Muslims too. The Maâ€™al Hijrah which falls on the 31st January this year signifies a start to a brand new year according to the Islamic calendar and also the moment where the Islamic civilization is reckoned 1427 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;But what are the lessons that we can draw from the history of Maâ€™al Hijrah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;At the moment where Prophet Muhammad PBUH started to preach Islam to Mecca, the opposition rise against the teachings of Muhammad PBUH which attacks their way of life and culture which are inhumane and barbaric. After diplomatic ways to hinder the teachings of Muhammad Pbuh fails, methods of violence and isolation set in. Sanctions and embargoes were placed onto all Muslimâ€™s &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: trade'; self.lm_skeyphrase='trade'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: trade...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='trade'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=trade&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: trade'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;trade&lt;/a&gt;. No employer is allowed to employ Muslims. Muslims were persecuted and was forbidden to flee from Mecca. No &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: one...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='one'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=one&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: one'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; is allowed to marry Muslims. As a result of this Muslims were left starving and unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learnt&lt;br /&gt;Allah SWT gave the permission to the Muslims to flee from Mecca. In the fleeing process, the Muslims silently escape from the town of Mecca at night except for Muhammad pbuh and Abu Bakar Ra. An example of a good leader can be seen very well here. Muhammad pbuh as a leader did not escape first. Instead, he ensures that all Muslims are out of Mecca before he escapes, even though he is very well aware that his life is in danger of being murdered by the leaders of Mecca that are against him. Isnâ€™t that what a good leader is about? One who takes care of the welfare of the people under him/her? One that puts the people he/she &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: leads'; self.lm_skeyphrase='leads'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: leads...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='leads'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=leads&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: leads'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;leads&lt;/a&gt; before him/her? One who sacrifice for the well being of the people he/she leads? Great ranks comes with great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point of leaving Mecca, Prophet Muhammad pbuh was filled with sorrow. He wouldnâ€™t want to leave Mecca if he wasnâ€™t being persecuted and isolated by his people. He was very sad at the fact that he had to leave his birthplace. All for the welfare and the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: safety'; self.lm_skeyphrase='safety'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: safety...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='safety'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=safety&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: safety'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://pakarpujangga.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_pakarpujangga_archive.html#"&gt;safety&lt;/a&gt; of his people. We could see the sacrifices that he made are all to safeguard the interests of his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his journey towards Yathrib(modern day Madinah), he was chased after by the people of Mecca who is offered ten camels if they found Muhammad pbuh. He hid in cave hira. That is a moment of trepidation for Abu Bakar RA. However Prophet Muhammad pbuh tells him to be calm and not feel afraid, be strong and have faith in God and he will protect you from harm. Itâ€™s indeed true. By Godâ€™s will, a spider cast a web at the entrance of the cave and birds laid their eggs. When the enemy reached the cave, they search no further as they find it absurd for Prophet Muhammad and Abu Bakar RA to enter the cave without unraveling the spiderâ€™s web and breaking the pigeonâ€™s eggs. A lesson that we can draw here is that we should always have faith in God and always stay calm in the face of adversities. The saying 'panic makes the mind go asunder' is true after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet Muhammad took two years to plan the escapade. Consequently, it works. The Muslims reached Madinah safely. Here we could see the importance of meticulous planning before execution of any ideas. As clichÃ©d as it sounds, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, every event in history serves a purpose. It sure contains a lesson or two that can help us to become a better individual or society. All we need is a moment for self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May blessings abound from Allah SWT this New Year Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502887216689950?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502887216689950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502887216689950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502887216689950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502887216689950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/hijrah.html' title='Hijrah'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502850287891166</id><published>2006-04-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:28:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Perspectives</title><content type='html'>I read an article in a magazine that left a deep effect on me. Here it goes:One day a wealthy man took his son on a trip to the rural villages with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a day and a night at the farm of their poor relatives. When they returned from their trip, the father asked his son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was the trip, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good dad!" replied his son.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how life is like for people who are poor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I did!" said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what did u learn?" asked his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered,"I saw that we have a cat at home, and they have three. We have a pool in the garden; they have a stream behind their house that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they have the whole sky full of glittering stars and the moon. We buy our vegetables from the supermarket, they pluck theirs fresh and free from their own backyards. Our veranda reaches to the front yard; they have a whole horizon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little boy finished, the father was speechless.His son added" Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from NADI magazine, October 2005 issue, volume 02/05 from the segment of 'On perspectives'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting story isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Totally Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502850287891166?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502850287891166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502850287891166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502850287891166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502850287891166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-perspectives.html' title='On Perspectives'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502832547623233</id><published>2006-04-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:25:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Imagine a situation where you were commanded by God to slaughter your only son. Will you abide by Godâ€™s command or defy? That is the situation that Prophet Ibrahim a.s faced. He was commanded by God to slaughter his only child, Prophet Ismail a.s. He abided by the command. So did his son who willingly agreed, for his father to slaughter him as he knows that the command is the word of God. And so came Iblis laknatullah who tried to discourage Ibrahim a.s from executing Godâ€™s command. Everytime iblis tried to discourage him, he throwed stones at Iblis. This happened three times. And soon came the moment of trepidation-Ibrahim a.s is about to slaughter his son. His son requested for the knife to be really sharpened which will cause a quick death and let him die without much pain. As Ibrahim positioned the knife onto Ismail's a.s throat, God commanded for him to stop. God wants to see the level of loyalty his prophet has for him and God commanded Ibrahim to slaughter a sheep instead. Ibrahim a.s passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim a.s. is willing to sacrifice his son in the cause of God.&lt;br /&gt;How much have we sacrificed for our family, friends and community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim a.s has understood Godâ€™s whole plan for him.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we will understand Gods whole plan for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Aidiladha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502832547623233?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502832547623233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502832547623233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502832547623233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502832547623233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114502799283502039</id><published>2006-04-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:19:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?What Life?</title><content type='html'>aight...JC life is stressful..let me give u a taste of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am-5pm School&lt;br /&gt;5pm-7pm Rest&lt;br /&gt;7pm-10 30pm Do homework, revise,tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;1100pm Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and the next day, its the same damn cycle again)...haha..but actualli its not so bad..coz there are cca's and all..noe i'm sayin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watever it is..man..We gotta be blaze..Right Amin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my comps having problem..so i might not be updating very frequently...pardon me for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Out of here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're all blacks; when the lights go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114502799283502039?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114502799283502039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114502799283502039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502799283502039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114502799283502039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifewhat-life.html' title='Life?What Life?'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25658111.post-114493744141665211</id><published>2006-04-13T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:33:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the booth.</title><content type='html'>Aight...So this is my English blog..where i will post everything in english...aight..so keep those tags coming..take care people..rhymes coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect till infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePoet-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25658111-114493744141665211?l=le-poet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/feeds/114493744141665211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25658111&amp;postID=114493744141665211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114493744141665211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25658111/posts/default/114493744141665211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-poet.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-to-booth.html' title='Welcome to the booth.'/><author><name>Zulqarnain MN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16151130996698094145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FLd-l35fO1E/SsBVbg3A4cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uwBP88G_jtw/S220/zul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
