<?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-3133105855637799754</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:06:28.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>il⋅lu⋅sion   (noun)</title><subtitle type='html'>1.  something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality.&lt;br&gt;
2.  the state or condition of being deceived; misapprehension.&lt;br&gt;
3.  an instance of being deceived.&lt;br&gt;
4.  Psychology. a perception, as of visual stimuli (optical illusion), that represents what is perceived in a way different from the way it is in reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-3058373454270792074</id><published>2009-10-02T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:55:33.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you knew..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt;This post says it all......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CA2Pi4gYxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CA2Pi4gYxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;NOBODY KNOWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;By: The Tony Rich Project&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I pretended I'm glad you went away&lt;br /&gt;These four walls closin' more every day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crying inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Why didn't I say&lt;br /&gt;The things I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;How could I let my angel get away&lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;But you're nowhere around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;The love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake it's a quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin' at night as if I thought&lt;br /&gt;You'd hear me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my heart is callin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  How blue can I get&lt;br /&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;A million words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now you know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lovin' you still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;The love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Tomorrow mornin' I'm hitting the dusty road&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna unload my heart and hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Said when the nights are lonely... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;br /&gt;The love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="webdings" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: i miss you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-3058373454270792074?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3058373454270792074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=3058373454270792074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3058373454270792074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3058373454270792074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-you-knew.html' title='I wish you knew..'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-6129790342934454013</id><published>2009-06-28T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:19:06.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the few who knew....and request c nad8 (cos she likes dark-sad stuff :p).</title><content type='html'>I found a nice song, sweet betrayal by Hollow, while was surfing the net [kes boring kali ah~]. I liked it because ia acoustic kali. Little did know that I am easily affected by music. Music defines my mood, emo songs makes me emo, energetic songs feels me with energy...catulah kirakan. Enjoy :) and jangan sedih sal mendangar lagu ani...wawawawawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIZd3qiCliA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIZd3qiCliA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hollow - Sweet Betrayal (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was broken&lt;br /&gt;you picked up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;and made me whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was wasted&lt;br /&gt;you gave me life somehow&lt;br /&gt;and took away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the precious moments are all&lt;br /&gt;tarnished by your lies&lt;br /&gt;nothing you could say to me&lt;br /&gt;would ever justify&lt;br /&gt;stranded out at sea so full of&lt;br /&gt;grief and misery&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by the waters of your&lt;br /&gt;heartless treachery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your tears mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;you empty words of blasphemy&lt;br /&gt;and you deserve to pay&lt;br /&gt;and now its over&lt;br /&gt;the love i had for you has died&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outro cho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the precious moments are all&lt;br /&gt;tarnished by your lies&lt;br /&gt;i see the broken pieces of my&lt;br /&gt;life go passing by&lt;br /&gt;stranded out at sea so full of&lt;br /&gt;grief and misery&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by the waters of your&lt;br /&gt;heartless treachery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: tiada kene mengene dgn yg hidup atau pun yg mati.... ('',)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-6129790342934454013?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6129790342934454013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=6129790342934454013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/6129790342934454013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/6129790342934454013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-few-who-knewand-request-c-nad8-cos.html' title='For the few who knew....and request c nad8 (cos she likes dark-sad stuff :p).'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-2788686051921855844</id><published>2009-06-24T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:30:35.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How should I know?</title><content type='html'>hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am recieving different vibes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point me to the right direction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I beg you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-2788686051921855844?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2788686051921855844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=2788686051921855844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2788686051921855844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2788686051921855844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-should-i-know.html' title='How should I know?'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-2294789057010777569</id><published>2009-06-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:33:00.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watching your back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something to share. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-#-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; You were walking by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; That brightens up my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Then, u walk in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; It makes me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; And wonder if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; IT is real, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Just a mere imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Again, I only walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; And only see your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Tried to catch up, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Feels like I’ve been left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Left far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; And cannot reach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; I’m locked out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; And can’t get in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; That makes me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; A lot more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Can’t really think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Can’t really sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Can’t really eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Can’t really do anything...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Maybe, what im feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Is just a feeling of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; ‘’Insecurity’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Always thinking that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; “im not good enough”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; “what am I missing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; I hear a whisper calling your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Probably its my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Calling for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Craves for your attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; I can’t do anything else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Only, wait and hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Hope that you will sense my presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; And wait for that time to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; It may take years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; But, I hope that I can take the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt; Pain of being un-noticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt;-composed by peko-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: how I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-2294789057010777569?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2294789057010777569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=2294789057010777569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2294789057010777569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2294789057010777569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/06/watching-your-back.html' title='watching your back'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1676824295823937127</id><published>2009-05-24T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:30:03.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Air to Air combat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stumbled upon a nice piece of article telling the birth of fighter planes, the technologies incorporated and the brave stories of the fighter  pilots. Enjoy people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(clip taken from BBC website: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A898761"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A898761&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Early Air-to-Air combat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/ShkFb6YJjrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PTBm4aOsR_Y/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/ShkFb6YJjrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PTBm4aOsR_Y/s200/white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339304810309586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first aeroplanes were not built for war. The Wright brothers made their first powered flight late in 1903, but by 1909 the technology had advanced sufficiently for the Frenchman Louis Blériot to fly some 22 miles across the English Channel. This won him the £1000 promised by the London &lt;i&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/i&gt; for doing so. He nearly didn't make it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; History &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A867008"&gt;British Army&lt;/a&gt; had already conquered the air, however. From 1880 they were using balloons to locate and target enemy troops for artillery, as the Prussians had done in the siege of Paris in 1871. This service was delivered by the Balloon Section, Royal Engineers (RE). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; In 1911 the Air Battalion, RE, had two Companies. No 1 had &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A320257"&gt;airships&lt;/a&gt;, balloons and kites, while No 2 had aircraft. The Royal Flying Corps (RFC) was founded in 1912 from these two Companies. Just before the outbreak of war the Royal Naval Air Service (RNAS) took over the airships, leaving the RFC with the aircraft. The RNAS also formed aircraft squadrons in September 1914. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; The Technology &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A430886"&gt;aircraft&lt;/a&gt; of 1914 were not intended as fighters. The job for some, unlike their balloon predecessors, was to 'scout' for the enemy, a job traditionally given in the past to the &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A717581"&gt;cavalry&lt;/a&gt;. Aircraft were not limited by difficulties of terrain, and had a superior vantage point. At this stage they complemented the role of the cavalry. Most British single-seater aeroplanes were called scouts for most of the First World War. Once the target was located, two-seater aircraft maintained the contact, with the passenger or observer passing firing correction instructions back to the artillery, superseding but not replacing the balloon. They were ideal for a campaign of manoeuvre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The problem with most of these aircraft was that they were under-powered and under-developed, which meant that they had problems lifting any sort of weight or payload - including the pilot! Their rate of climb was lamentable, and their loiter time (the length of time an aircraft can stay in an operational area once airborne) limited. The two-seaters in particular were designed for stability, to allow ground observation. The standard RFC aircraft in 1914, the BE 2, was so stable that it could not be manoeuvred quickly at all, and later proved to be the airborne equivalent of a 'sitting duck'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; At the outbreak of the First World War, strengths were as follows:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; France had 132 front-line aircraft and 15 non-rigid airships &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; Germany had 246 aircraft and five &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A912124"&gt;Zeppelin&lt;/a&gt; airships &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; The RFC had 84 aircraft &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; The RNAS had 71 aircraft and seven airships &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The other major forces - Russia and Austria - were poorly equipped at this time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Russians had some 24 aircraft and 12 airships&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; The Austrians had 36 aircraft and one airship &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; In the first few weeks of World War I there was still no desire to fight in the air. Opponents waved chivalrously at each other in passing. Just being airborne was dangerous enough - but it would soon become more so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; The Shooting Starts &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It may have started with a shaking of fists, but soon opposing airmen started to devise ways of limiting the enemy's activities. Due to weight restrictions only pistols, rifles and shotguns were used initially, with little effect, although there were stories about airmen (RJF Barton of the RFC and Felix Brocord of the French Air Service) shooting down German aircraft with pistols. Other offensive projectiles at this time included bricks, flechettes (heavy steel darts), hand grenades, and grappling hooks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Since there was no way of preventing your &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A876855"&gt;machine gun&lt;/a&gt; or any other weapon from shooting your propeller off, tractor aircraft (propeller in front) could fire only to the side and behind. Pusher aircraft (propeller behind) could fire forward, but not to the rear. Early machine guns were too heavy to be carried in the smaller aircraft, so it was left to the large, lumbering, pusher planes to carry the heavy machine guns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;" type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; On 22 August, 1914, Lt Louis A Strange and his observer, Lt L Penn-Gaskell, with an infantry type Lewis gun mounted in a Henri Farman pusher, chased a German reconnaissance aircraft but could not come within range. The order was given for the gun to be removed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; On the same day, German rifle fire brought down an Avro 504 on patrol over Belgium, which made it the first RFC aeroplane to be destroyed by the enemy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; As if in reply, a German two-seater aircraft was forced down on 25 August after a confrontation with three unarmed aircraft of No 2 Squadron RFC. This was the first German casualty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt; On the Eastern Front in August 1914, Staff-Captain Pyotr Nesterov of the Imperial Russian Air Service was the first military pilot in the world to ram a hostile reconnaissance plane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; A Deadlier Game &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; On 5 October, 1914, the first aeroplane in the world to be shot down from another aeroplane was a German two-seater Aviatik, piloted by Feldwebel Wilhelm Schlichting, with Lieutnant Fritz von Zangen as his observer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It was brought down over Rheims, France. Sergeant Joseph Frantz (pilot) and Caporal Louis Quénault (observer) of the French Air Service were returning from a mission in a Voisin Type 3 (pusher), when they spotted and fired on the German aircraft. Quénault's Hotchkiss machine gun fired about 48 rounds (two clips) before the gun jammed. At this point von Zangen, the German observer, fired at them with his rifle. Quénault returned fire with his carbine, hitting the pilot. The plane, out of control, crashed to the earth and was destroyed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; This was witnessed by French troops on the ground, and thus became the first confirmed air-to-air combat victory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; Crew Conditions &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Before continuing, it is as well to describe the crew conditions and equipment. By the end of 1914 most two-seaters carried a &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A882362"&gt;machine gun&lt;/a&gt; for rearward defence. The Allies usually carried a Lewis gun, and the Germans a Parabellum (a lighter redesign of the Maxim). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The normal safety harness was a simple leather lap strap, which the observer had to undo if he was to man the machine gun. There are many tales of aircraft rolling over and the observer being seen to fall to his death from the rear cockpit (or front, in the case of the BE 2). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; There were no parachutes issued to aircrew: they were reserved for the crews of the observation balloons, which began to be used as the front became more static. Many aircrew refused them as they were seen to be 'unmanly', but it was mainly the weight of the early parachutes that prevented their widespread use. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; To shoot at an aircraft would almost certainly result in the death of the crew from gunfire or crashing. The chivalry wasn't exactly dead, but it certainly became difficult to see. By the spring of 1915 the air war had grown more deadly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The scout aircraft were the most vulnerable as, with only one crew member, the pilot not only had to fly the aircraft, he had to fire the weaponry as well. Since this could not be fired forward, it had to be fired around the propeller arc. Difficult? That may be, but there were those who did achieve notable success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; On the 25 July, 1915, Major Lanoe G Hawker of 6 Squadron RFC was flying a Bristol Scout C biplane, armed only with a &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A799392"&gt;bolt-action rifle&lt;/a&gt;. This was a Short Magazine Lee Enfield (SMLE), the standard infantry rifle, mounted beside the cockpit at an angle to fire clear of the propeller arc. He attacked three enemy two-seater scouts in three separate actions during a single sortie. For this action he was awarded the &lt;a class="pos" target="_top" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A665192"&gt;Victoria Cross&lt;/a&gt; (the highest and most prestigious British award for bravery in battle) on 24 August. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;For most conspicuous bravery and very great ability on 25 July 1915. When flying alone he attacked three enemy aeroplanes in succession. The first managed eventually to escape, the second was driven to the ground damaged, and the third, which he attacked at the height of about 10,000 feet, was driven to earth in our lines, the pilot and observer being killed. The personal bravery shown by this officer was of the very highest order, as the enemy's aircraft were armed with machine guns and all carried a passenger as well as a pilot.&lt;br /&gt;- London Gazette&lt;/i&gt;, 24 August, 1915. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; Technology Advances &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The first forward-firing machine gun in a tractor aircraft was fitted to a Moraine Saulnier Scout of the French Air Service, flown by Roland Garros. To avoid the obvious problem with bullets and propeller blades he had steel wedges fitted, which deflected the bullets. This gave him a tremendous advantage over the opposition, who had thought they would be safe if a scout came directly at them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; After shooting down five enemy aircraft, he was forced down due to damage caused by ground fire. The Germans captured him and found the technology on his aircraft. The secret was out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Anthony Fokker, an enterprising Hollander who built aircraft for the German Air service (the Netherlands were neutral), inspected it, but decided he could do better. He used cams, in line with the propeller blades, on the crankshaft of the engine. These operated a linkage with the machine gun's firing mechanism and stopped it firing as the blade passed in front of the barrel. This is termed 'interrupter gear'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; To avoid weight problems, he used a lightweight version of the Maxim MG07, the MG07/15, which had an air-cooled (not water-cooled) barrel. This became the standard German fighter gun of the First World War. He built this into a nimble monoplane, the E1 (E for &lt;i&gt;Eindecker&lt;/i&gt;, monoplane) and offered it to the German Army. It was eagerly adopted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; At first it was used as protection for spotters, but in the hands of pilots such as Ernst Boelcke and Max Immelmann&lt;a class="pos" title="The Immelmann turn, a half loop followed by a half roll, was not Immelmann's tactic. He preferred a steep climb with a flat 'rudder' turn of 180°. Some think it was an Allied manoeuvre to avoid Immelmann!" name="back1" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A898761#footnote1"&gt;&lt;span class="pos" style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who patrolled the skies looking for spotters to shoot down, it was a killer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; So began the 'Fokker Scourge' of the Autumn of 1915, when Allied aircraft dropped from the sky with monotonous regularity. The BE 2, with the defensive armament in the front, firing backwards under the top wing, was, as mentioned earlier, an easy target – 'Fokker Fodder', as it became known. The Fokker E1 can be considered the first fighter aircraft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="poshead" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; The End of the Beginning &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; After using agile pusher aircraft such as the Airco DH2 with forward-firing guns, the Allies used another version of interrupter gear like that used by Fokker, and almost universally used the air-cooled version of the British Army's Vickers machine gun. As engines grew more powerful and aerodynamics more refined, heavier armament could be carried, usually two MGs with more ammunition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Aircraft also became more agile, presenting a more difficult target. So began the 'dog fight' - aircraft turning, rolling, looping and stalling to shake off an attacker, and the attacking aircraft following these manoeuvres to gain a good shooting position. Thus also began the long run of the fighter aircraft and 'Aces' – fighter pilots who shot down others. Most did not survive the war, and many that did laid the foundations for a repeat performance in more modern machines from the Spanish Civil War to the Pacific Ocean (1936 to 1945). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postxt" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;hr size="1" color="#999999" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;a name="footnote1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="pos" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A898761#back1"&gt;&lt;span class="pos" style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="postxt" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The Immelmann turn, a half loop followed by a half roll, was not Immelmann's tactic. He preferred a steep climb with a flat 'rudder' turn of 180°. 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Just keep on checking our website. The registration will commence on the following week, i.e. 25th May 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Any updates will be posted up on the following websites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;LufBru website : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.lufbra.net/society/brunei/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.lufbra.net/society/brunei/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;LSG 09 link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.lufbra.net/society/brunei/lsg09/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.lufbra.net/society/brunei/lsg09/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Slots are limited and teams are enlisted on first come, first serve basis. Winners will be given cash prizes along with trophies/medals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So what are you waiting for? Get your team and yourselves ready and wait for the registration to open =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;If you have any questions, pleas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e e-mail us at &lt;a href="mailto:lufbru@gmail.com"&gt;lufbru@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-7745248964480328634?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7745248964480328634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=7745248964480328634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7745248964480328634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7745248964480328634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/lufbru-summer-games-2009-0-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SuM9wmBTcQA/ShHRJEz6MbI/AAAAAAAAATU/q4j7cY1OC1U/s72-c/LUF+NEW+5+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-2043303106349864606</id><published>2009-05-15T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:32:11.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A clip from Brudirect..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and Hello Readers. There's something that i'd like to share with you lot regarding an Old woman back home.. For those of you in Brunei, I've take a piece from Brudirect itslef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brudirect.com/DailyInfo/News/hyspickoftheday/May09/14/hys01.htm"&gt;http://www.brudirect.com/DailyInfo/News/hyspickoftheday/May09/14/hys01.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Help This Old Woman In Kg Junjungan&lt;br /&gt;By Buah Tampoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daily lives are becoming more hectic. So we sometimes forget about others around us. I am writing out of sadness and pity towards this helpless old woman. She was once married, but she had no children. Her husband passed away, so nobody is there for her. She lives by way of her old pension which is actually not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are occasional relatives coming over to see her. But not so often – she told us. On Monday, we saw her walking alone and then we took her and send her to her house. We called her ‘Nene’. Her house is on the left side of the junction, not far from the main road. When I saw her house, ‘Oh Allah’ I felt so sad, even the chicken coupe is better than this one, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has no wall – and the dining area is also the living room. I was shocked to see such an old woman being abandoned just like that, without no one caring for her. If you guys don’t believe it, you can drive up and see two wooden houses next to a white bungalow, just on the left before a junction to Lumapas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us she needs assistance to fix her sorry house. But the Ketua Kampong told her she is holding a red IC (Permanent Resident) so it is quite impossible. He even told her that it is hard to help her because nobody knows where she came from! Subhanallah is that a good reason for not helping the poor old woman?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it, how can she get a pension if she’s not recognized legally? Then, of course she deserves help, even though whoever in such a state – it is our obligation to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nene told us that once she went to the hospital. When she came back, someone has been to her house and put water into her rice and sugar. How cruel can a human be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please to the relevant authority, do help this poor woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope what I have written will be taken notice of and someone will do whatever is needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-2043303106349864606?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2043303106349864606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=2043303106349864606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2043303106349864606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2043303106349864606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/clip-from-brudirect.html' title='A clip from Brudirect..'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-2414473290909849500</id><published>2009-05-11T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:58:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejarah Ayat Kursi</title><content type='html'>I've received the same email a few times already and thought that I'd share it with y'all.. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEJARAH AYAT KURSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayat ini diturunkan setelah hijrah. Semasa penurunannya ia&lt;br /&gt;telah diiringi oleh beribu-ribu malaikat kerana kehebatan dan&lt;br /&gt;kemuliaannya. Syaitan dan iblis juga menjadi gempar kerana adanya satu&lt;br /&gt;perintang dalam perjuangan mereka. Rasullah s. a. w. dengan segera&lt;br /&gt;memerintahkan Zaid bt sabit menulis serta menyebarkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesiapa yang membaca ayat Kursi dengan khusyuk setiap kali&lt;br /&gt;selepas sembahyang fardhu, setiap pagi dan petang, setiap kali keluar&lt;br /&gt;masuk rumah atau hendak musafir, InsyaAllah akan terpeliharalah dirinya&lt;br /&gt;dari godaan syaitan, kejahatan manusia, binatang buas yang akan&lt;br /&gt;memudaratkan dirinya bahkan keluarga, anak-anak, harta bendanya juga&lt;br /&gt;akan terpelihara dengan izin Allah s. w. t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut keterangan dari kitab"Asraarul Mufidah" sesiapa mengamalkan membacanya setiap hari sebanyak 18 kali maka akan dibukakan dadanya dengan berbagai hikmah, dimurahkan rezekinya, dinaikkan darjatnya dan diberikannya pengaruh sehingga semua orang akan menghormatinya serta terpelihara ia dari segala bencana dengan izin Allah. Syeikh Abu Abbas ada menerangkan, siapa yang membacanya sebanyak 50 kali lalu ditiupkannya pada air hujan kemudian diminumnya, InsyaAllah Allah akan mencerdaskan akal fikirannya serta Fadhilat Ayat Al-Kursi mengikut Hadis-Hadis Rasullullah&lt;br /&gt;s. a. w. bersabda bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sesiapa pulang ke rumahnya serta membaca ayat Kursi, Allah&lt;br /&gt;hilangkan segala kefakiran di depan matanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabda baginda lagi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umatku yang membaca ayat Kursi 12 kali pada pagi Jumaat,&lt;br /&gt;kemudian berwuduk dan sembahyang sunat dua rakaat, Allah memeliharanya&lt;br /&gt;daripada kejahatan syaitan dan kejahatan pembesar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang selalu membaca ayat Kursi dicintai dan dipelihara&lt;br /&gt;Allah sebagaimana DIA memelihara Nabi Muhammad. Mereka yang beramal&lt;br /&gt;dengan bacaan ayat Kursi akan mendapat pertolongan serta perlindungan&lt;br /&gt;Allah daripada gangguan serta hasutan syaitan. Pengamal ayat Kursi juga,&lt;br /&gt;dengan izin Allah, akan terhindar daripada pencerobohan pencuri. Ayat&lt;br /&gt;Kursi menjadi benteng yang kuat menyekat pencuri daripada memasuki&lt;br /&gt;rumah. Mengamalkan bacaan ayat Kursi juga akan memberikan keselamatan&lt;br /&gt;ketika dalam perjalanannya. Ayat Kursi yang dibaca dengan penuh khusyuk,&lt;br /&gt;Insya-Allah, boleh menyebabkan syaitan dan jin terbakar. Jika anda&lt;br /&gt;berpindah ke rumah baru maka pada malam pertama anda menduduki rumah itu eloklah anda membaca ayat Kursi 100 kali, insya-Allah mudah-mudahan anda sekeluarga terhindar daripada gangguan lahir dan batin. Barang siapa&lt;br /&gt;membaca ayat Al-Kursi apabila berbaring di tempat tidurnya, Allah&lt;br /&gt;mewakilkan 2 orang Malaikat memeliharanya hingga subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barang siapa membaca ayat Al-Kursi di akhir setiap sembahyang&lt;br /&gt;Fardhu, ia akan berada dalam lindungan Allah hingga sembahyang yang&lt;br /&gt;lain. Barang siapa membaca ayat Al-Kursi di akhir tiap sembahyang, tidak&lt;br /&gt;menegah akan dia daripada masuk syurga kecuali maut, dan barang siapa&lt;br /&gt;membacanya ketika hendak tidur, Allah memelihara akan dia ke atas&lt;br /&gt;rumahnya, rumah jirannya &amp; ahli rumah2 di sekitarnya. Barang siapa&lt;br /&gt;membaca ayat Al-Kursi diakhir tiap-tiap sembahyang Fardhu, Allah&lt;br /&gt;menganugerahkan dia hati-hati orang yang bersyukur perbuatan2 orang yang&lt;br /&gt;benar, pahala nabi2 juga Allah melimpahkan padanya rahmat. Barang siapa&lt;br /&gt;membaca ayat Al-Kursi sebelum keluar rumahnya, maka Allah mengutuskan&lt;br /&gt;70,000 Malaikat kepadanya, mereka semua memohon keampunan dan mendoakan baginya. Barang siapa membaca ayat Al-Kursi di akhir sembahyang Allah azza wajalla akan mengendalikan pengambilan rohnya dan ia adalah seperti orang yang berperang bersama nabi Allah sehingga mati syahid. Barang siapa yang membaca ayat al-Kursi ketika dalam kesempitan nescaya Allah berkenan memberi pertolongan kepadanya Dari Abdullah bin 'Amr r. a. , Rasullullah s. a. w. bersabda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" SAMPAIKANLAH PESANKU BIARPUN SATU AYAT...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-2414473290909849500?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2414473290909849500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=2414473290909849500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2414473290909849500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2414473290909849500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/sejarah-ayat-kursi.html' title='Sejarah Ayat Kursi'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-5505219858192582861</id><published>2009-05-09T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:26:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day!!</title><content type='html'>For bringing me into this world,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever unconditionally,&lt;br /&gt;for being there for me no matter how silly I've been,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever unconditionally,&lt;br /&gt;for wiping my tears and encouraging me in life,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever unconditionally.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mother's day mummy, I love you... ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by Vivi.. I'm not good with words but it has the same meaning.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-5505219858192582861?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5505219858192582861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=5505219858192582861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/5505219858192582861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/5505219858192582861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day!!'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-5522270805230533454</id><published>2009-05-07T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:59:16.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do??</title><content type='html'>AAAAAaaaarghhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2:53 am in the morning, Friday 8th of May. I have been trying my hardest for the past 53 mins to sleep but to no avail!! weird much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm to blame since I slept early jua. Oh well. Now, what should I do? hahaha So, I have decided!! Menalur..No, Report writing...yeaaaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha shoite.. becerita jua ku tu sorang2.. wawawawawa bah2 I'm off to do my section for our group design project report...which will be 160 pages thick!!! whoaa right.. So, yeah..report it is..while waiting for Naruto and Bleach weekly updates and of course royal mail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*where on earth are you royal mailman*&lt;br /&gt;*mana barang kuuu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace aut!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-5522270805230533454?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5522270805230533454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=5522270805230533454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/5522270805230533454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/5522270805230533454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do??'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-316687603908144178</id><published>2009-05-03T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:55:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastination</title><content type='html'>Procastination is a very very baaaad thing.. lol here I am. Anyways, some random youtube clips that I, pekoh, find it cool/amazing/lawa/rugged/wassap dan yang sewaktu dengannya.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is Love story (Taylor Swift) meets Viva La Vida (Coldplay):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send is titled "Modern Samurai" seriously..SERIOUSLY!! He's a f**k*n' Samurai man!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Check it aut:~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_gcPGI-ZMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_gcPGI-ZMI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People..do you guys think sheeps are cool? Check the following video before answering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1904373&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1904373&amp;fullscreen=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1904373&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"  width="480" height="360"  allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...are they cool or not? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool vid...signs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="216"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x89h4x_signs_creation&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x89h4x_signs_creation&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="216" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x89h4x_signs_creation"&gt;Signs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Xeryoxys"&gt;Xeryoxys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now I guess.. Will update my blog if I have the chance to do so.. Only a month to my project due date!!!! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;br /&gt;pekos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-316687603908144178?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/316687603908144178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=316687603908144178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/316687603908144178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/316687603908144178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/procastination.html' title='Procastination'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-7629106325210492970</id><published>2009-05-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:13:07.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look into my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Assalamualaikum and Hello to all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I stumbled upon this very beautiful song by outlandish. Just wanna share it with ya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNvPYIG2pDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNvPYIG2pDo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outlandish - Look into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't see a damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause you can't relate to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're blinded by our differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My life makes no sense to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the persecuted one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the red, white and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each day you wake in tranquility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No fears to cross your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each day I wake in gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanking God He let me rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You worry about your education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the bills you have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I worry about my vulnerable life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if I'll survive another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your biggest fear is getting a ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you cruise your Cadillac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fear is that the tank that has just left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will turn around and come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know the truth of where your money goes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you let your media deceive your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooohh, let's not cry tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise you one day it's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See I've known terror for quite some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;57 years so cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terror breathes the air I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the checkpoint on my way to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terror is the robbery of my land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the torture of my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The imprisonment of my innocent father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bullet in my baby brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bulldozers and the tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The gases and the guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bombs that fall outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All due to your funds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You blame me for defending myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Against the ways of my enemies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm terrorized in my own land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But am I the Terrorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know the truth of where your money goes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you let your media deceive your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this a truth nobody, nobody, nobody knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooohh, let's not cry tonight, I promise you one day it's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;America, do you realize that the taxes that you pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feed the forces that traumatize my every living day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if I won't be here tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's written in my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May the future bring a brighter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end of our wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooohh, let's not cry tonight, I promise you one day it's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooohh, shine a light for every soul that ain't with us no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers, Ohh my sisters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh let's not cry tonight I promise you one day is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers! Ohh my sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh shine a light for every Soul that ain't with us no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh my brothers! Ohh my sisters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out~&lt;br /&gt;pekos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-7629106325210492970?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7629106325210492970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=7629106325210492970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7629106325210492970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7629106325210492970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-into-my-eyes.html' title='look into my eyes.'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-8965435773236345217</id><published>2009-04-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:58:00.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes, finally I'm blogging after quite sometime. Ive been pretty occupied with two projects, 1 - Final Year Project and 2 - Group Design Project. Anyways..today has been pretty weird compared to my normal days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't know whats wrong with yesterday (thurs). I started the day off waking up at 9am. Facebooked, checked my email, drink coffee and had some puffs. Fyi, that's my typical morning routine. Then I did some GDP stuff for my meeting later that day. I was surprised to find out that I was productive! Jarang lah kirakan. My meeting was okay. Had a few laughs here and there and minor changes on the report for GDP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Later that night, Yas and Hzq came around to check up on me. [i know they miss me esp Hzq] so sweet of you guys.. *dush* Thanks for coming anyway! After they left, I called R up just to catch up on things. As usual we had our small talks, and I started off telling her about the goodthings and the not-so-good stuff that happened that day. Then, our conversation slowly drifts to families and lost-loved ones. Im not gonna talk about the details here. Later that night, the same thing happened. So, I ended up reminiscing about the past, families and those people who we hold dear that passed away, be it recent or long gone. [Al-Fatihah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As to describe my mood up till this moment, while I'm blogging, can be found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edsbS_SCADE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and the song is Hey ya, an acoustic cover performed by Matt Weddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/edsbS_SCADE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/edsbS_SCADE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The song might or might not fit my mood but, this song starts off sad..towards the end it starts to get catchy.. it gives the impression of someone crying his heart out without actually crying. That's just how the song speaks to me. Anyways, its 5am where I am right now and I think I'm gonna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Wherever you guys are, just want to let you know.. we love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peko panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-8965435773236345217?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8965435773236345217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=8965435773236345217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8965435773236345217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8965435773236345217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/raining-tears.html' title='Raining tears.'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-6903276375786568285</id><published>2009-04-10T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:13:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revampication part 2??</title><content type='html'>Right.. the last template was...nice...so to speak. I loved it. But as we all know... shit happens.. hence another blog template.. I pick this template personally with some added modifications..[thanks to kasum, again] To be honest, I'm no good with html stuff.. How hard can it be? antah nyamu.. prolly its not that hard...but considering my brain is filled with theories of flight..I dont have the leisure time to learn html.. (kusut jua ku tuu..all I wanted is a good looking template which is easy to maintain..) So far, okay lah.. Some annoying stuff like the "undefined, undefined and more undefined shits laying around in my blog somewhere..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-6903276375786568285?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6903276375786568285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=6903276375786568285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/6903276375786568285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/6903276375786568285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/04/revampication-part-2.html' title='Revampication part 2??'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1345845937867476301</id><published>2009-02-27T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:01:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I love you - Hinata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/SagnXubn9xI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M2yNQHY4wg4/s1600-h/Because+i+love+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/SagnXubn9xI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M2yNQHY4wg4/s400/Because+i+love+you.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307535449410500370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it it because i love you that im blogging.. you know who you are *wink* esehmennnnnn~ For those of you who do not know who the above beauty is, she's Hyuuga Hinata, a character from the famous anime Naruto [if you still dont know what naruto is, try wiki-ing or googling it]. The latest manga release, from &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Naruto/437/"&gt;Onemanga&lt;/a&gt;, chapter 437 is titled "confession". Thats right people, confession. confession apa lagi nah? huhu from the pic above you'll know straight away what its about. Wanna know more? read the manga lah~ haha I wouldn't want to spoil it for others. well, its a bit late now..lol.. In other words.. Hinata confesses her feelings towards naruto! deep wah yo..deep! lol okay, im exagerating a bit saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my next update,&lt;br /&gt;-pek0 of the hyuuga clan..huhu&lt;br /&gt;(^_^)V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1345845937867476301?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1345845937867476301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1345845937867476301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1345845937867476301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1345845937867476301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-love-you-hinata.html' title='Because I love you - Hinata'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/SagnXubn9xI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M2yNQHY4wg4/s72-c/Because+i+love+you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-2875432464920088466</id><published>2009-02-19T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:46:56.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperthin hymm.... Are you battle ready???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As mentioned in my previous post, I have just become a fan of Anberlin.^_^. In my POV, its similar to The Used, but less screaming ( i think ) lol. There's this song that I particularly like also introduced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Umie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Its titled "Paperthin Hymm" and the music video is shown below. Enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV0jcXtESZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV0jcXtESZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When your only friends are hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;Hands are distant lullabies&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn around I would tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These roads never seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone&lt;br /&gt;Will daybreak ever come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August evenings&lt;br /&gt;Bring solemn warnings&lt;br /&gt;To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what temporal days may bring&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, love, live free and sing&lt;br /&gt;When life is in discord&lt;br /&gt;Praise ye the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;This sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And just to update, MDP 2k9 is TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you READY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you BATTLE READY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEZO BRUM SUPREMACY, ULTIMATUM!!! CRUSH the LufBru's hahahahahahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pek0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-2875432464920088466?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2875432464920088466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=2875432464920088466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2875432464920088466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2875432464920088466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-mentioned-in-my-previous-post-i-have.html' title='Paperthin hymm.... Are you battle ready???'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-8308606081733197060</id><published>2009-02-18T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:52:00.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anberlin in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, I wake up to paperthin hymm by anberlin! I just found out about Anberlin yesterday from a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Umie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, and downloaded 430Mbs worth of Anbelin discography woohooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New Anberlin Fan&lt;br /&gt;pek0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-8308606081733197060?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8308606081733197060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=8308606081733197060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8308606081733197060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8308606081733197060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/anberlin-in-morning.html' title='Anberlin in the morning'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-2319632053847459107</id><published>2009-02-18T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:25:50.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Vampification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right, my blog has been revamped!! thanks to YarzO!! and thanks also for bringing in the mocha tadi! lap u! So, yes, if you lot check the tabs above, there are all linked to its respective elements. cool no? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They are all linked to my flicker account, facebook page, youtube videos and our badminton blog! So, peeps, check it out! videos of Fahmi  Yusri pair vs Afnan and Ayus pair has been added. Nyahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-2319632053847459107?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2319632053847459107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=2319632053847459107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2319632053847459107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/2319632053847459107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/re-vampification.html' title='Re-Vampification'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-8964749503973316345</id><published>2009-02-18T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:18:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I want to share with you all. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why do we read Quran, even if we can't understand a single Arabic word?  This is a beautiful story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day the grandson asked, 'Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,'Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, 'You'll have to move a little faster next time,' and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The old man said, 'I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough,' and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, 'See Grandpa, it's useless!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'So you think it is useless?' The old man said, 'Look at the basket.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'Son,that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed,inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-8964749503973316345?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8964749503973316345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=8964749503973316345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8964749503973316345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8964749503973316345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-i-want-to-share-with-you-all.html' title='Something I want to share with you all. :)'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1847483625045113671</id><published>2009-02-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:39:40.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As the title mentions, second semester of my fourth and final year in Loughborough Uni has officially started yesterday, Monday 10th Feb. As an Aeronautical-engineer-in-the-making... the norm of my scheduled timetable are mostly hectic ever since 1st year. This year, this time its totally different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day starts with me, meeting up with Yas and Famme at Costa's for our morning cup of coffee. I had hot choc though as the coffees at costas aren't as good as Starbuck's (sorry, thats from my POV anyway) So yeah, not a bad start for second semester right?? haha Then, I went to Notts arah awang Famme, ngasak drumahnya. The place I would normally go to inorder to get a new..what do you call it...perspective/fresh air/take a break/membawa diri.. Its either Famme's crib or Beloved Pershore Rd, Birmingham...haha So yeah, Uni starts yesterday and now im bloggig @ 3 am in the morning, at Famme's crib, Nottingham and tommorow, chill saja kali..hahaha I Do Not Have Anymore Classes In 2nd Semester!!! wohahahahaha except for the weekly group meetings which only takes place every thursday 2-5pm slot..huhu not bad ey? Indeed!! what more can i ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itenerary for today, Setarbucking!!! and jalan2 and chill2 and make the most of it..Its 3/37 now and to those people yang alum tidur and stalking me ( you know who you are..) tidur tah.. =P and to Miss pj's.. u too go to sleep!! :p glad to hear news from you all across the world..eseh, cam jauh bunyinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: we're still under the same sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1847483625045113671?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1847483625045113671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1847483625045113671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1847483625045113671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1847483625045113671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/02/second-semester.html' title='Second semester'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-122678261215038677</id><published>2009-01-31T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:44:54.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tell it to my heart~tell me i'm the one~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the song from Taylor Dane - Tell it to my heart. It was the hit back in the '80s!! The clock shows 20 past 9 in the morning. Saturday morning to be exact. What am I doing up at this hour? beats me, I aint got a clue myself. I would normally wake up dalam kul 11 or 12 lah catu. The three muuskeyteers slept over at my place and they conquered my awesome-ly comfortable double-sized bed!!! T_T haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three muuskeyteers mentioned are: (i) Nawget, (ii) Feelah-i-dung and (iii) Decaff.&lt;br /&gt;Two of them are awake now while the other goes back to hibernation. Behapa kah ya lastnight when I was asleep. *looks at decaff*. Right, thats my two cents for this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pekoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s:havent heard anything from you for a while,imu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-122678261215038677?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/122678261215038677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=122678261215038677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/122678261215038677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/122678261215038677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning...'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-3056010887017151230</id><published>2009-01-23T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:15:09.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Wassssssapp! - Birm Style hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams.. I used to love those words, not anymore. As a finalists, I have 3 exams this semester for the modules: Advanced Reliability, Flight dynamics and control and Aerospace Structures. Had Reliability exam on Monday  19th Jan. FDC this coming Monday and Structures on Wed, 28th. Hope all goes well for me! Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-3056010887017151230?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3056010887017151230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=3056010887017151230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3056010887017151230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3056010887017151230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1766819209849051484</id><published>2009-01-17T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:29:01.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati yang important. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tak guna adanya hati kalau tak tahu menilai. Nilailah hati itu dengan teliti kerana segalanya bermula dengan niat yang bertempat di hati.&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/3133105855637799754-1766819209849051484?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1766819209849051484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1766819209849051484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1766819209849051484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1766819209849051484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/hati-yang-important-xd.html' title='Hati yang important. XD'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1565941689503605745</id><published>2009-01-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:36:20.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Aku Tinggalkan Cintaku Kerana Allah&lt;br /&gt;www.iLuvislam.com&lt;br /&gt;oleh : hidayahislamic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam untuk semua. Saya terkejut kerana cerita saya, walaupun tergantung, mendapat sambutan yang saya tidak sangka. Oleh kerana pada hari itu saya tergesa-gesa dalam menulisnya lantaran kelas yang menghambat, maka saya ambil keputusan untuk menulisnya kembali dari mula. Saya harap para pembaca yang sudi melihat tidak bosan dengan cerita saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai teman-teman sekalian, Kisah ini datang dari lubuk hati saya sendiri, apa yang saya rasa dan apa yang saya alami sendiri. Saya tidak bermaksud untuk mengeluh apatah lagi mengingkari apa yang telah Allah s.w.t tetapkan kepada saya dan kita semua orang yang beriman dengan-Nya. Kisah ini saya khabarkan agar apa yang saya lalui tidak berlalu begitu saja tanpa saya kongsi dan tanpa saya rekodkan sebagai panduan bagi diri saya sendiri untuk hari-hari kemudian. Saya sama seperti orang lain, punya keinginan untuk menyayangi dan disayangi. Walau bagaimanapun, tidak mudah bagi saya untuk jatuh hati pada seorang wanita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak mencari seorang wanita untuk dijadikan kekasih, tetapi saya mencari seorang teman pendamping hidup saya hingga ke akhir hayat saya. Seorang yang boleh mengingatkan saya kiranya saya terlupa, dan yang paling penting wanita yang amat saya percayai untuk mendidik anak-anak saya kelak dan generasi yang akan lahir daripada keluarga kami nanti. Untuk itu, sejak di bangku sekolah lagi saya telah letakkan beberapa syarat bagi seorang wanita untuk hadir dalam hidup saya, dan dialah orangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam masa beberapa bulan saya belajar di sebuah pusat pengajian tinggi di Petaling Jaya, banyak perkara yang telah saya pelajari. Yang paling penting buat saya ialah, bagaimana saya mula mengenali wanita-wanita dalam hidup saya kerana saya sejak dari sekolah rendah belum pernah bergaul secara langsung dengan seorang wanita pun dan saya amat peka terhadap larangan pergaulan antara lelaki dan wanita kerana saya bersekolah di sebuah sekolah menengah agama lelaki berasrama penuh. Lantaran itu, saya tidak pernah punya hati untuk memberi cinta atau menerima cinta walaupun peluang itu hadir beberapa kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mula mengenali si dia apabila kami sama-sama terpilih untuk mengendalikan sebuah organisasi penting di tempat kami belajar. Ditakdirkan Allah s.w.t, dia menjadi pembantu saya. Dari situlah perkenalan kami bermula. Dia seperti yang telah saya ceritakan, bertudung labuh dan sentiasa mengambil berat tentang auratnya terutama stokin kaki dan tangannya. Itulah perkara pertama yang membuatkan saya tertarik padanya. Dia amat berhati-hati dalam mengatur butir bicaranya, bersopan-santun dalam mengatur langkahnya, wajah yang sentiasa berseri dengan iman dan senyuman, dan tidak pernah ke mana-mana tanpa berteman. Suaranya amat sukar kedengaran dalam mesyuarat kerana dia hanya bersuara ketika suaranya diperlukan dan tidak sebelum itu. Saya melihat dia sebagai seorang mukminah solehah yang amat menjaga peribadinya dan maruah dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak pernah bercakap-cakap dengannya kecuali dia punya teman di sisi dan atas urusan rasmi tanpa dipanjangkan-panjangkan. Saya seorang yang amat kuat bersembang dan sentiasa punya modal untuk berbual-bual seperti kata teman saya, tetapi dengan dia saya menjadi amat pemalu dan amat menjaga. Bagi saya, itulah wajah sebenar seorang wanita solehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mampu mengingatkan orang lain dengan hanya menjadi dirinya, tanpa perlu berkata-kata walau sepatah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari terakhir saya di sana, saya punya tugas terakhir yang perlu saya selesaikan sebelum saya melepaskan posisi saya dan semua itu melibatkan dia. Sebaik sahaja semua kerja yang terbengkalai itu siap, saya mengambil peluang untuk berbual-bual dengan dia. Saya bertanya perihal keluarga dan apa yang dia rasa bertugas di samping saya untuk waktu yang amat sekejap itu. Alhamdulillah dia memberikan respon yang baik dan dari situlah saya mula mengenali dengan lebih dalam siapa sebenarnya pembantu saya ini. Namun, apa yang memang boleh saya nampak dengan jelas, dia amat pemalu dan dia amat kekok semasa bercakap dengan saya. Selepas itu barulah saya tahu, sayalah lelaki pertama yang pernah berbual-bual dengan dia bukan atas urusan rasmi sebegitu. Di situlah saya mula menyimpan perasaan, tapi tidak pernah saya zahirkan sehinggalah saya berada jauh beribu batu daripadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa saya berada di Jordan, saya menghubunginya kembali dan menyatakan hasrat saya secara halus agar dia tidak terkejut. Alhamdulillah, dia menerima dengan baik dan hubungan kami berjalan lancar selama empat bulan sebelum saya balik bercuti ke Malaysia. Kadang-kadang saya terlalai dalam menjaga hubungan kami dan dialah yang mengingatkan. Dialah yang meminta agar kami mengehadkan mesej-mesej kami agar tidak terlalu kerap. Semua itu menguatkan hubungan kami dan bagi saya dialah teman hidup yang sempurna buat saya. Walau bagaimanapun, sewaktu saya pulang ke Malaysia bulan lepas, ummi dapat menghidu perhubungan kami. Saya tahu ummi tidak berapa suka anak-anaknya bercinta tetapi saya tidak pernah menjangka ummi akan menghalangnya. Tetapi perhitungan saya silap, amat silap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat pertama kali, adik perempuan saya memberitahu ummi sudah tahu perihal saya dan ummi tidak suka. Saya tidak pernah menganggapnya sesuatu yang serius sehinggalah ummi bercakap secara peribadi dengan saya pada satu hari. Saya masih ingat lagi kata-kata ummi yang buat saya tak mampu membalas walau sepatah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't found any entry in Islam that permit what you are doing right now. I haven't heard from anyone that love before marriage is permitted. But I know there's no relationship between male and female except for what is very important and official between them. So, may I know what kind of relationship you are having now and I want to hear it from your mouth that it is legal in what you have been learning until now. Not a single phrase, nor a word. My sweetheart, if you want to build a family, a faithful one, you can never build it on what Allah has stated as wrong and proven false by the way Rasulullah p.b.u.h has taught us. A happy and blessed family come from Allah, and you don't even have anything to defend it as blessed if the first step you make is by stepping into what He has prohibited. You can't have a happy family if Allah doesn't help you so, and you must know in every family that stands until their dying day, they have Allah on their side. You can't expect Him to help you if you did the wrong step from the very beginning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tiada kata untuk membalas kerana semuanya benar. Saya tahu kebenaran itu sudah lama dulu, tetapi saya tak mampu untuk melawan kehendak nafsu saya sendiri. Saya akui, saya tertipu dengan apa yang dipanggil fitrah, dan apa yang dipanggil sebagai keperluan manusia. Cinta tak pernah membawa kita ke mana, andai cinta itu bukan dalam lingkungan yang Allah redha. Tiada cinta yang Allah benarkan kecuali selepas tali perkahwinan mengikatnya. Itulah apa yang telah saya pelajari lama dahulu dan dari semua kitab Fiqh yang saya baca, tiada satu pun yang menghalalkannya. Saya tahu kebenaran ini sudah lama dahulu, tetapi saya tidak kuat untuk menegakkannya. Saya tidak mampu untuk menundukkan kemahuan hati saya. Dan kata-kata ummi memberikan saya kekuatan untuk bangkit kembali dari kesilapan saya selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not me who want you to make a decision like this, but Allah tells you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya percaya, itulah yang terbaik buat saya dan dia. Dengan kekuatan itulah saya terangkan kepadanya, dan alhamdulillah dia faham. Amat faham. Walaupun air matanya seakan air sungai yang tidak berhenti mengalir, tetapi dia tahu itulah yang terbaik buat kami. Dia meminta maaf kepada ummi kerana menjalinkan hubungan yang tidak sah dengan saya, tetapi ummi memberi isyarat, janganlah bimbang. Andai ada jodoh kamu berdua, insya-Allah, Dia akan temukan kamu dalam keadaan yang jauh lebih baik dari sekarang. Hidup saya sekarang lebih tenang kerana tiada apa yang menggusarkan hati saya lagi. Hidup saya lebih suci dan saya boleh bercakap kembali tentang agama saya dengan lebih bebas tanpa dihantui oleh perasaan berdosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi saya, dan dia, inilah saat untuk kami muhasabah kembali diri kami dan kami betulkan kembali segala kesilapan yang telah kami buat. Inilah saat untuk kami kejar kembali cita-cita kami dan sediakan diri untuk menjadi seorang ibu dan ayah yang berakhlak mulia dan berperibadi tinggi. Inilah masanya kami insafi kembali keterlanjuran kami dahulu dan memohon moga-moga Allah sudi maafkan kami. Sesungguhnya Ya Allah, aku insan yang sangat lemah. Aku tidak mampu melawan godaan syaitan yang tidak pernah jemu, juga hambatan nafsu yang tidak pernah lesu. Ampunkanlah aku. Walau bagaimanapun, perpisahan ini hanya untuk sementara. Saya telah berjanji dengan diri saya sendiri, dialah yang akan jadi teman hidup saya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya pencarian saya untuk seorang calon isteri telah berakhir. Insan seperti dia hanya satu dalam seribu. Mana mungkin saya melepaskan apa yang amat berharga yang pernah hadir dalam hidup saya. Insya-Allah, sekiranya Allah s.w.t panjangkan umur, sebaik sahaja saya tamatkan pengajian saya di sini, saya akan kembali ke Malaysia dan melamarnya untuk menjadi permaisuri di hati saya. Insya-Allah, saya akan setia menunggu saat itu, dan saya akan berusaha sedaya-upaya saya untuk mengekalkan kesetiaan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekiranya kita telah bertemu dengan seorang insan yang amat mulia sebagai teman dalam hidup kita, janganlah lepaskannya kerana kita tidak tahu bilakah pula kita akan bertemu dengan insan yang seumpamanya.r1; Siapakah lagi dalam dunia ini yang menjaga adab berjalan antara lelaki dan perempuan sebagaimana yang ditunjukkan oleh Nabi Musa a.s dan puteri Nabi Syuaib a.s beribu-ribu tahun dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mafraq, Jordan.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Saya tidak tahu sama ada anda pernah membacanya atau tidak. Kepada yang telah membacanya saya mohon maaf jika mengulangi kembali article ini. Saya hanya berkongsi article sahaja. kisah benar ini di petik dr www.ukhuwah.com. selamat membaca..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1565941689503605745?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1565941689503605745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1565941689503605745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1565941689503605745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1565941689503605745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1494883060657375479</id><published>2009-01-14T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:25:27.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those That Run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. By the (steeds) that run, with panting (breath),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;Striking sparks of fire (by their hooves),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;And scouring to the raid at dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;And raise the dust in clouds the while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt;Penetrating forthwith as one into the midst (of the foe);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt;Verily! Man (disbeliever) is ungrateful to his Lord;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt;And to that fact he bears witness (by his deeds);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &lt;/b&gt;And verily, he is violent in the love of wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;/b&gt;Knows he not that when the contents of the graves are brought out and poured forth (all mankind is resurrected).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;/b&gt;And that which is in the breasts (of men) shall be made known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. &lt;/b&gt;Verily, that Day (i.e. the Day of Resurrection) their Lord will be Well-Acquainted with them (as to their deeds), (and will reward them for their deeds).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1494883060657375479?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1494883060657375479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1494883060657375479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1494883060657375479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1494883060657375479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-that-run.html' title=''/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1115748787534788761</id><published>2008-12-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:19:56.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot what is the purpose of this blog..my blog..for it has been dormant for quite some time now. No updates, No news, No whatsoever. It even looks like its 'dead' lol. Anyways, here i am now blogging, filling it up with hopefully happy post or some wise post. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is another weird day in a minor chapter of my life. I had a thought, deep thought rather, of "Why can't I be like that?" Have you guys been in the exact same situation before? A friend of mine was playing the guitar. He's new at playing it but he learns quite fast. So, I thought...why cant I be like him?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually have loads of questions which I have no answer to. Do any of you ever wonder what your qualities are? What qualities make you stand out of the rest? Be it being good in sports, good in entertaining or good in education. I'm no good in sports, I can say that I'm rather average nor am I good in entertaining or make jokes. Education wise as at the moment, it's only so-so. Hence the question "Why can't I be like the rest?" "what qualities do I have that others don't?" "what would make the others say 'why can't I be like him'?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just from reading this post, you can deduce that I'm a negative thinker. I always think of "what if's" than "what can" and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier..its just one of those random thoughts stirring up in this head of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pek0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1115748787534788761?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1115748787534788761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1115748787534788761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1115748787534788761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1115748787534788761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-life.html' title='Whats life?'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-182434592282193338</id><published>2008-10-20T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:34:35.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton</title><content type='html'>Free badminton later from 5:30 till 9:00pm at walbeck (i think walbeck...) hahahah okay..atu random...but yeah... 2 more hours~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-182434592282193338?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/182434592282193338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=182434592282193338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/182434592282193338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/182434592282193338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/10/badminton.html' title='Badminton'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-3229243581289343516</id><published>2008-09-09T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:37:56.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaaaaaaat~  I've doooneeeeeeeeee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and hello to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have not update my blog for a verrrrryyyyyy looooooooooooooonggggg timeeee..... Well, to be honest, i dont know why. Kan ku cakap nada time, I've got loads of free time. No resources / nothing to write?? I've got stories to tell, pictures to post and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no use blabbering the nonsense. haha. I'd like to start by Congratulating my older brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Along&lt;/span&gt;, on his graduation on the 3rd of September 2008, attaining a Second Class-Upper in MEng Chemical Engineering (MEng = Masters in Engineering) from one of the top Universities in UK, University College London (UCL). Congrats long!!! Im prod of you. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, What have I been doing lately? Lets start from June, after my exams. On the 20th untill 28th of June 2008, Along, Myself, Yasam, and Baby Pol went to....*wait for it..* NEW YORK!!!!! yes, you read it right. New York, USA baby. I would say that its like a dream come true. I would have never imagined to go to NY in ten years!! well, probably after saving loads of $$$$$$$ from work perhaps. I will have a separate post for NY (Insya-Allah) and pictures will be included =). To cut it short, the trip was fun, exciting all the wayy!!! hehehehehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from New York means back to UK a.k.a back to loughborough. While back in the borough, I had to clear out my room and move to another room as I will be living with Azizul in the new academic-and-insyallah-final year 08-09. After  the move-out, I went to London and went sightseeing again with Yasam and Baby Pol. Despite being 3 years in UK, there are still loads of places that needs to be uncovered and visited. So, jalan2 tah kami ke hulu, ke hilir, kesana, kemari, kesitu and kesini untill bisdia balik ke Brunei. We went to Camden st, Prison Museum, Market (sumwhere near knightsbridge??) and this old hospital (also nearby the market) which used to be a hospital and is now a museum showing the surgical methods from the 70's and 80's. Scary! trust me, you'd feel lucky not to be born during those pre-anesthetic period. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm back in the borough once again. By then, it was already half way through July and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rahman's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ejay's&lt;/span&gt; Graduation falls on 14th of July. Congratulations to both of them for finally getting their Honours Degree in Mechanical Engineering and I'm sure they are now job-hunting. Goodluck to you both! :) A few days later, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Saifullah's&lt;/span&gt; turn and again, I attended his graduation ceremony in Birmingham. Hahaha sanggup, but oh well, he's a great friend anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: during both graduation, I was their "official" photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, once both graduation ended, its back to normal, i.e in the borough. My June exam results are out. Sadly, my average mark wasn't enough for me to proceed to MEng. I need an average of 55% but I only manage to get 50.9%! *sigh* its only 4.1% more nyamu!! The thing is, I kinda expected that to happen. Stuff happened during my third year in Uni and to summarise it all, I wasn't in my best of conditions. To be honest, I predicted even worse. hahaha. I had to fill in the "SAP" (Special Assessment Period) form and I retook 5 modules: Management, Avionics, Composites, Flight Contol System and Mechanical Vibrations. And so, I ended up managing my notes for the rest of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August starts with a blast when Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Saiful Hazmi&lt;/span&gt; went to the British Motorshow on its last exhibition day, 3rd of August 2008. Well, thats the 2nd time that we went there. The 1st time was sometime in July with, Rahman, Along and (whats his name). Rahman and I went to London because Rahman had to "report" to BSU etc and we departed loughborough at 12am-ish and back at around 1am-ish. A one-whole-day journey. Ngalih yaw! hahahaha salah sapa nah mem-book National Express ticket during those times?? hahahahaa The fist time we all went to the motorshow, we only took pictures of the displayed car. Nothing more, nothing less. Then the second time I went there (with sai haz) the first thing yg kami aga was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Drift Experience Club"&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, we went DRIFTING baby!! It costs us £17.50 per person. (£10 for the actual drifting and £7.50 for our in-car drift experience!) It was well worth it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the August was spent rather lazily. No commitments whatsoever untill my SAP resit timetable came out. Barutah kan betungkus lumus start belajar. Hahahahahaa shit. Basically, I started my SAP revisions one solid week before exams.My exams were on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/8----Management&lt;br /&gt;29/8----Composites&lt;br /&gt;1/9------Avionics&lt;br /&gt;4/9------FCS&lt;br /&gt;5/9------Mech Vibrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management was okay-ish. Its the first paper I sat and actually finished it in 27 minutes!! thats my own personal record. :):) Composites was a bit hard :s mudahan saja dapat the required mark. Amin. Puasa Falls on the 1st of September in UK, the very same day as my FCS exams. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect on that day. I thought that I would not make my fast to dusk and that I had to break my fast early. I even considered not to fast for that day. It was that bad, but, Alhamdulillah I made it :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along's graduation as mentioned above was on the 3rd of Sept and my the rest of my family came to London all the way from Brunei on the 31st of August. I did not pick them up. Maklumlah ada exam the next day. I went down to London on the 2nd, stayed there for a night, and then back to loughborough the very next day (3rd sept) after Along's graduation ceremony. I felt bad leaving my family right after his graduation ceremony and after taking some pics, but, what can I do? FCS exam is n the very next day. Begagas tah ke bh, take my stuffs and head to St Pancras Intl to go to Loughborough. Sampat jua saya beli Starbuck's grande white caffe mocha *yumm* for sungkai/iftar dalam train!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was well knackered upon arrival in the borough, nasib jua &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Uncle Pg Sofhrin&lt;/span&gt; mau menulung to pick me up from the train station and send me home. That night was something. My initial plan was to pull an all nighter but, it dint happen  as I ended up sleeping till 6 am. No sahur and No revision done since I got back to loughborough. That was one of my worst ever exam situations. With only 8hr to my FCS exams, I did all I could but, I know for sure that my results wont be as good as I had hoped. Then that night I pulled an all nighter, this time its for real :). My Mech Vibrations exams went okay. Alhamdulillah. As a result, I played badminton with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Azwan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Khalid&lt;/span&gt; from 5-7pm ( just before sungkai yo!!! hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm at my limit now. I will update this post some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----the13thpeko----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-3229243581289343516?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3229243581289343516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=3229243581289343516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3229243581289343516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3229243581289343516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/09/whaaaaaaaat-ive-doooneeeeeeeeee.html' title='Whaaaaaaaat~  I&apos;ve doooneeeeeeeeee~'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-7260693747441840992</id><published>2008-07-10T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:23:33.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates??</title><content type='html'>hello ppl...updates will be up SOON...wawawawaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-7260693747441840992?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7260693747441840992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=7260693747441840992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7260693747441840992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7260693747441840992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='updates??'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1696705908947736822</id><published>2008-05-14T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:18:03.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a drastic change??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey peeps!! wasap berasap people??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways, exams are underway..and I still have courseworks due. They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i) Finite Elements Methods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ii) Flight Control Systems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;iii) Mechanical Vibrations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;iv) Business strategy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;v) Business strategy presentation, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;vi) Aircraft Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life as a third year ( not finalist though ) shucks!!!! I'm only a fortnight away from my bloody exams, which starts on the 2nd of June and 6 fucking courseworks still??? Aero Eng sucks!!! and I'm one of the "lucky" ones doing and suffering from Aeronautical Engineering. Y_Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As the title says...Its time for a drastic change. Truth be told, I've been busy and slacking at the same time. How am I busy and slacking at the same time?? Well, if you do Aero Eng, you'd probably know what I'm talking about. It is fucking tiring..studying the almost impossible..hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The plan is to finish all courseworks by this weekend. If not all, most of it jaditah. Man, these courseworks been dragging my ass and not to mention its delaying my exams revision. Y_Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;peko oh peko... you gotta step up your game man!! I need a miracle :) Anyways I might not be updating my blog for some time now due to exams nor logging on to facebook. I have to go back to the nerdy peko, the one with the huge glasses, and study my ass off. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyways, I'd like to say goodluck to you guys that are having exams and may Allah bless us always. Ya Allah, tolong lah hamba2 Mu yang dalam kesusahan. Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Peko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1696705908947736822?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1696705908947736822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1696705908947736822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1696705908947736822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1696705908947736822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-for-drastic-change.html' title='Time for a drastic change??'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-3764513218236674310</id><published>2008-04-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:57:55.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parallel worlds-elliot minor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  The minds playing up, again,&lt;br /&gt;and someone's there,&lt;br /&gt;The room is getting colder now,&lt;br /&gt;The light swings again, and I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;cos someones there,&lt;br /&gt;Stop messing with my mind, cos now I'm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in your world where you're burning in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You're like a shadow that never hides...&lt;br /&gt; I'm stuck in parallel worlds, something supernatural,&lt;br /&gt;It wont let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Its paranormal, and no one else believes me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, It wont let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go, go, It wont let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm stuck against the wall,&lt;br /&gt;I cant make a move,&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeat stops,&lt;br /&gt; and I'm scared of this time cos i cant make a line,&lt;br /&gt;Say once again it just proves to be difficult,&lt;br /&gt; I'm feeling nervous but its nothing that i cannot do,&lt;br /&gt; I'm stuck in a dimension where its hard to breath, and its still true,&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing my mind, I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me what can i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trapped in your world where you're burning in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You're like a shadow that never hides...&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck in parallel worlds, something supernatural,&lt;br /&gt;It wont let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Its paranormal, and no one else believes me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trapped in your world where you're burning in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You're like a shadow that never hides...&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck in parallel worlds, something supernatural,&lt;br /&gt;It wont let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Its paranormal, and no one else believes me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-3764513218236674310?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3764513218236674310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=3764513218236674310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3764513218236674310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3764513218236674310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/parallel-worlds-elliot-minor.html' title='parallel worlds-elliot minor'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-7848229747027339019</id><published>2008-04-18T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:33:11.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the edge..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;zzzzZZZZZZ...krOOOOOOOOh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beeeep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*bunyi message alert tone..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" pukul brapa ko kan balik? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was Muizz...asking me what time kan balik ke loughborough. It was Monday morning and I am still in the land of my founding parents..apakan...lol yeah, Im still in Birm... Moday's timetable is PACKED... lectures from 9am till 6pm but..im still in BIRMINGHAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I Brum?? On Saturday the 12th, there's a BIB BBQ gathering and the only outsiders are me and Muizz. XD (Brum is a nice place with nice ppl..). Okay, im not gonna talk abt the gathering.. you can read it yourself at their website---&gt; &lt;a href="http://bru-mingham.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bru-mingham.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was i?? oh yeah.. It was Monday the 14th, the day Uni re-opens and my coursework deadline was yesterday, 17th..and we pretty much haven not done anything...and i mean anything... we were screwed big time!! Had a group meeting at 5pm onwards...sampai kul 01:00am in the morning.. hardcore yo!!! 7hrs in the computer lab in our department. On Tuesday, again, i skipped my whole class wah..dint even masuk once..hahaha and workd on our coursework dari kul 10:30 ish till....00:00 am...thats more than 12 hours in the same place..with breaks in between though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, the day before due day, the same thing happend. coursework all the wayy, pagi till malam... Okay, that night was a bit special. The people who were there, in SM113 pc lab was me, Sarv (cwk partner), Andy, Mark, Kalz, Natalya, Liz and Andrea. They were all doing the same coursework which was Aircraft Design. Its literally aircraft design where we design our own aircraft. We were the only ppl left in the building...Aeronautical Engineers wanna be a.k.a those crazy enough to take this course. lol. Me and Mark ordered takeaway pizza from mama jane's ( its halal =) )&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Anthony Fan came as well. He was doing his final year project tho and he has an awesome car. Honda Integra type-R, 2.0ltr vtec engine, two-door, with bucket-type seats man. I was having a smoke break from work with him when i realised he had a sick car. Then, we talked abt it in the pc lab and Andy and Sarv was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla blaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony: wanna give it a try??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: yeah, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sarv: let's do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kes stressed out...ngalih..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunyi engine best yoo... and the aceleration...you can feel the G-force man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind..hahahhahaAll four of us went to M1 heading to Nottingham. As we just passed the roundabout and coming down to M1, Andy blared the car, reaching to 6000rpm still in gear 4... hohohohoho **adrenaline rush** we went up to 140Mph..hahahahahha thats just over 200Kmph..and in a sport-tuned car..hahahahha shiit..I have to say... It felt nice. On the way back, Andy decided to just take it easy, practically cruising. And then, this saloon car decided to overtake us. As we were head to head with the car, Andy revved it up again...hahaha leaving the saloon car wayyy it was one helluva ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was back to work.. me and Sarv bailed out quite early, around 01:00 ish and i stayed at 82 sharply's and continued on the final report due the very next afternoon at 16:00. I dint sleep theoretically. Coffee was my main source of energy. No breakfast or whatsoever. The next morning, I went back to SM113, still wide awake and worked my ars*e on the report. It was 15:45 when we printed the report and found mistake here and there, made quick adjustments.. and it was 15:54 when its all done and handed it in at 15:56!!!! woohoooo...living on the edge..heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After report hand in, me and Mamun went to to get some food to eat. and pretty much thats the only real food I ate for the day as i went to bed around 18:00 and slept for a nice 15hrs...a well-earned sleep.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now folks~&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;pek0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-7848229747027339019?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7848229747027339019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=7848229747027339019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7848229747027339019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/7848229747027339019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-week-back.html' title='Living on the edge..'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-6296766568316882150</id><published>2008-04-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:22:47.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wednesday of the last week of Easter holids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okayy, the title of this post is long. lol. Today, I went to the library, only to find it was full and there were no free computers. Was suppossed to start on my Aircraft Design coursework. start tah!!! hahaha I met Andy there and we chatted for a bit, catching up on things. There wasn't even the slightest idea to blog untill I got a text message from my coursemate asking how the Task 3 is going. Man, I haven't even lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oked at it yet. pek..oh..pekk.. mengapa kau?? Its due next Thursday lagi tuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, got a text from my mate asking about the coursework...and here I am..blogging. lol and here's what my desk looks like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_0I3coHE5I/AAAAAAAAABw/c3ezixUC8VE/s1600-h/09042008491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_0I3coHE5I/AAAAAAAAABw/c3ezixUC8VE/s200/09042008491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187312094470935442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cemana tah kan buat keraja tu..mija panuh ah..hahahahahaha anyways thats all for now folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;peko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-6296766568316882150?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6296766568316882150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=6296766568316882150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/6296766568316882150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/6296766568316882150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday-of-last-week-of-easter-holids.html' title='The Wednesday of the last week of Easter holids.'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_0I3coHE5I/AAAAAAAAABw/c3ezixUC8VE/s72-c/09042008491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-8873960336303632878</id><published>2008-04-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:10:57.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Birmingham....again...i know.. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title says...im back in Birmingham again..till when? who knows.. i still have 10 days of easter left to spend..well to be completly honest, I should spend it on doing my coursework..but alum tah jua tegarak2nyaa... astee~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay, thats all for now..&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-8873960336303632878?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8873960336303632878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=8873960336303632878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8873960336303632878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/8873960336303632878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-in-birminghamagaini-know-lol.html' title='Back in Birmingham....again...i know.. lol'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1007393947996570938</id><published>2008-04-02T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T04:13:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiving??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are so busy thinking about our own bruises, our own scars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We forget how to forgive. But..if we just take the time to peek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;into someone else's world, Even the unforgivable can be forgiven..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1007393947996570938?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1007393947996570938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1007393947996570938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1007393947996570938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1007393947996570938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgiving.html' title='Forgiving??'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-1710589390229430892</id><published>2008-03-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:07:41.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hellooooooo~ Im baaaack..hahahaha what the heck.. Lots of stuff happened since the last post...and most of it are reflections and illusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of what life has to offer..apakan?? [ i dont even know what im talking about here..macam cool bunyinya..keke..] hmm... lets see.. Oh yea!!...RANDOM...thats what this post will be about..huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Randomness...They didnt call me random for no reason..eseh..(that btw is NOT true..hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But, honestly, i like being random It gives more fun in life.. Gedit? No? lol ok.. Have you experienced a situati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on when you planned something, for example a holiday vacation. You researched everything, made reservations, paid deposits ( in some case ) etc etc and.....in the end, you dont end up going? Something important came up, friends backed out, bla bla bla.. I bet we've experienced it all and truth be told, it sucks. Well, thats life, sometimes they dont go as planned. And thats where i come in!! hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs (20th March '08) night was one of the many random moments written in the history of pekoh. Since morning rain was pouring, sun was covered by clouds, basically that day, di bumi Loughborough ini was freakin boring man!! Not to mention that it was soo windy to the point that nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a mood even kan be sports..hahaha i was that bad i tell you. Later that night, I saw on Mallie's pvt msg saying that they ( the brummies a.k.a bibers ) have to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at 688 around 6:00 pm. Rupa2nya they all sambut maulud nabi arah rumah diurang. It was at around 9ish when i saw this and then tarustah ku text wani. Instead of replting my text, she called me instead..hahahahaha and we talked..and the conversation was sumthin like this i guess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani: Bah kemari tah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekoh: hmm bepikir plang niee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekoh: aku banar2 kan kesana nii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wani then gives the phone to saifullah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saifullah: bah Pek, kem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ari tah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pekoh: banar?? bah!!! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekoh: im checking the train timetable now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekoh: OK lah!! im taking the 21:45 train...arrive in Birm New St at 23:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani: bah gt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;au2 saja mun sampai sudah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekoh: oraitt...see yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u guys later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it was 21:08 when the phone call ended *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I rushed and packed my stuff (sedikit ganya lagi tu!! turun2 ayam wah aku ah..huhu) which consist of: My camera, 1 extra shirt and a long sleeved jacket only..So yeah..come on..the idea of going to Birm that night was out of pure randomness and boredom, what do you expect?? lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**Okay...its 3:30 am now and im stuck...not that i dont know what to write..its more of thinking whether i sould write the full story or short?? lol what the heck..im just gonna go for it...chayooo~ wohahahahah**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..where was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I..so yeah, Sampai Birm, Saifullah and Huda was there to pick me up. huhuhuhu and diurang brought me straight to 688 pershore rd. There were a lot of the brummies a.k.a bibers still there. 688 per rd is like a hangout place i was told. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eh They are friendly berabisly..hahahaha..they offerred food to me which i was really thankful!!! man, aku alum makan ah..hahaha sampai birm baru kan makan..lol I remember makan bubur ubi manis ( i think ) and banoffee that wani made and apalagi ah...oh ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a..lasagnea doni buat..kekeke they were all nyaman!!!! buwahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapas makan makanan yg sangat nyaman lagi menyamankan...we cerita2 lah...and comes the quizzes/jokes time. Some are mind boggling berabis!! some are lame to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;max!! but all are fun!!!! That I assure you!!&lt;--- with a serious face hahahahaha...adatia pasal gorilla mati lah...samut matilah..huhuhu man, remembering those jokes...sakit parut jua ketawa..hahahahaha the mind boggling quizz...hahahahha was the worst part for me...my brain was sooooo slow in processing it..hahahah and was too analytical...well, thats me...im a complicated person, not a simple one i think.  All that laughing and bullying ceased at around 04:00am when seorang2 ciao..and tidur..and all thats left was me, tony and c dayang huda. We all sambung ceritalah..about our common childhoods how we acted when we were little..like kana ambat pakai hangar baju, rutan...Hiding ourselves under the bed, in the wardrobe, blakang tabir etc etc..kekekeke man...Honestly, it shoots me back to my childhood years...hahahahaha and we even talked about RTB programmes and how much they have evolved..kudos to RTB!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! :) From sunday matinnee to hercules...to roswell series and now to prison break..hahahahaha  Cerita punya cerita..idung c huda bedarah...hahahaha pms kah? *kes nda paham* and then it snowed!!! :) but it was just 5 mins...and it was 07:30am. Huhuhuu.. at 08:00 me and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ony antar c dayang huda balik to her house..lepak sana skajap and then went back to 688. Made coffee and played GH3 and DDR..hahahaha aku aun ikut2an ah..huhuhu and around 10 ish, tony decided to tidurr...hahahaha and i was left alone...apalagi..ku kerajakan DDR and GH3!!!!!!!! woahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahaah I ROCK THE HOUSE MAN!!!!!!!!!!!! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday and as on every friday...we all had to go for the Friday prayer..huhuhu and this time.. Sembahyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;g Jumaat in the Birmingham Central Mosque (BCM)!!!!!!!!! woahahahaahah a proper Mosque.... "^_^! v After that me and mustaq and some other bibers ke city. I dont know anything so ikut je laa...[ its like what they say.."in Rome, do what the Romans do" and "in Birm, do what the Bibers do!!" ] They were ngurusin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ticket ke London and then makan lunch at urban feast.. then Saifullah came and we go shopping for stuff to buy..cos they all were planning to have a makan2 at 688..teehee...so banyak lah kami beli belah..wohahahahaha ayam, ikan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;avocado..wasabi..asam jawa?? huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(loooong paaaaauseeeeeee.....hahahaha, seriously... the draft was last saved on 23rd March and Today's 2nd April and its around 1:02am.. an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d now I continue my post..hoping that the story of last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is still in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LY6AERXVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZYz64hmfsEU/s1600-h/DSC_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LY6AERXVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZYz64hmfsEU/s200/DSC_0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184444612018789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; night, Huda A made sushi man...and her sushi are awesome..wohah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahaha kanyang makan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sushi... and Azrul made Ovenated-Ayam..[i think] hehehe its a bit blurry now..  erkss... and yeaa... KAYUN buat sambal bebeh!!!!!!!!!! and i mean SAMBAL!!!!!!!!!! aaaah~ drools~ kekekee...     Ni naaaah Azrul's ovenated-chicken..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LSEwERXSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bj1LTyaYAcI/s1600-h/ayam+azrul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LSEwERXSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bj1LTyaYAcI/s320/ayam+azrul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184437100120988962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehehe nyaman ah...sunggung nyaman sehingga menjhilaht jarheeee.... We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LXYwERXUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZVRzhbYZrCM/s1600-h/sambal+kayun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LXYwERXUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZVRzhbYZrCM/s200/sambal+kayun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184442941276511554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LXYgERXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/xIkHGvbnjk8/s1600-h/Nasi+mallie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LXYgERXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/xIkHGvbnjk8/s200/Nasi+mallie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184442936981544242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all ate it with Mallie's rice and Kayun's sambal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic:&lt;br /&gt;Top Left: Huda's sushi&lt;br /&gt;Mid Left: Sambal Kayun&lt;br /&gt;Bott left: Mallie's nasi&lt;br /&gt;Right: Ovenated-chicken of Azrul..  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..those were the highlights of my weekend in Birmingham, at Azrul, Mus, Tony, Mallie and Doni's house. They were great hosts...they still are :) I definitely went back to lboro with a satisfactory smile across my face. That was one helluva weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now~&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-1710589390229430892?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1710589390229430892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=1710589390229430892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1710589390229430892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/1710589390229430892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R_LY6AERXVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZYz64hmfsEU/s72-c/DSC_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-3763993896563506777</id><published>2008-03-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:44:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*burp* Alhamdulillah, just finished eating dinner which was jacket potatoes with tuna-mayo and beans fillings. nyum2. Today was not my day. Skipped 3hrs of lecture in the morning ( Mechanical vibrations and composites structures) and another two in the afternoon..( Flight Control Systems and composites tutorial) and now..im regretting it...a little..lol. I was so tired that even a Mocha with 4 packets of brown sugar didnt help me at all..macam..ngalih jua ku sudah tuu..wahahaha I can say its all because of the hectic-but-fun weekend~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend: I went to Birmingham to watch the annual Yonex All England Open held at the National Indoor Arena (NIA) on Friday the 7th. It was the quarter final matches. At first I didnt have the ticket for it..but, with Shazwani's help, I got it!! Thanks a lot wani!! the match started at 17:30 hrs and finishes at 22:30 hrs. Thats 5 hrs long!! sitting on your butt for 5 straight hours can be tiring..lol. But whats important is that it is all worth it!! Saw the match between Taufik Hidayat (indonesia) and Lee Chung Wei (malaysia). The 1st game, Taufik was on the lead with 20-16 but as his opponet is Lee Chung Wei, the 2nd seed, Taufik H lost 21-23 in the first game. That was one intense match, full of smashes, nearly-impossible crosscourt backhand and many more. The match between Taufik H and Chung Wei L was won by Chung Wei L. They were lots of other interesting matches like Lin Dan's, Nathan and Gail's and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the All England Open, Me, saifullah, shuhir, najib, mustaqim, mallie, hanis a.k.a manis balikk...den hangout arah rumah diurang c Azrul.. makan nasi lamak..[ Nasi, ayam-ber-order and sambal kak yun!!!! ] fuhh..ngam2 lapar wah.. hahaha then, keluar tia DDR and the standing champion saifullah.. Damn.. indaku tau c saipol wah champion DDR di birm!! hahahahaI crashed at Wani's place sal dey all are going to Leics for the Bruleics Games '08 the next morning and im going aswell. Yatah kan bebayalah kirakann..The stupid thing was.. I slept at 6 am in the morning and woke up at 8 am!! Two hours of sleep ganya..huhu we took the 10:24 train to Leicester and arrived in Leics around..11:15 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bruleics Games is another annual event organised by the Bruneian-Leicsterians.. Its a sports event consisting of Football and Netball. Wheee~ sports event..its time to put my new Nikon D70s (DSLR camera) to use.. and it took great pics :):) posted the pics up in my flickr account &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/people/24587523@N08/"&gt;http://flickr.com/people/24587523@N08/&lt;/a&gt; Congratulations to both Lufbru's Football and Netball teams for winning medals!! Football: 3rd place and the Netballers: 1st place!!!!! woohoooo~ sadly, i wasnt there to take pics of the prize giving ceremony as me, afnan and ain were on our way to London to attend the Brunei Night organised by the Imperial College London's students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ticket for the ICUBS Brunei Night was sponsored by my very own brother, Along..(thanks long) hahahaha I practically forced him to buy it for me..lol.. The Brunei Night's theme was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curse Of The Pulut Panggang&lt;/span&gt;" and it was FUN!! I actually enjoyed it very much. Performances included comedy drama which relates to Bruneian lifestyle and astonishing dances. And oh..Afnan's sister, Qeenah, performed. Thats why he went to Brunei Night..kana pajal jua..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/people/24587523@N08/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scroll punya scroll....panjang jua aku tulis ani...erkss jarang wah aku tulis ini panjang...hahahah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..cutting things short.. went back to Loughborough on sunday afternoon and arrived around 3:40..went straight back to my crib..simpan barang..ambil my nadminton gear..and off to 2hrs of badminton!!! baru balik pun tarus main wahh..huhuhuhu the session was pretty hardcore..lol..semangat All England lah katakan.. That's all for now I guess.. something came up..yatah I have to cut it short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-3763993896563506777?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3763993896563506777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=3763993896563506777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3763993896563506777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3763993896563506777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend.html' title='The weekend'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133105855637799754.post-3550580128806998891</id><published>2008-03-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:30:57.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and Hello to all! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is my first ever post and its my first time blogging. The reason?? I've recently bought a Used-but-very-reliable Nikon D70s and have taken thousands (literally 1000++ pics within 4 days!) hahahaha so yeah here I am blogging. I have just created a flickr account too..a few mins ago..lol.. anyway, I know this is pretty short for my first post, but that'll be it for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3133105855637799754-3550580128806998891?l=pekoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3550580128806998891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3133105855637799754&amp;postID=3550580128806998891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3550580128806998891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3133105855637799754/posts/default/3550580128806998891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pekoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-heck.html' title='What the heck??'/><author><name>peko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300894566176957321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nXw412fRVYs/R9SCKlOVLfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sA2bVNVvkgM/S220/DSC_0163.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
