<?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-580118429450904702</id><updated>2011-09-20T00:44:19.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A. Rashid &amp; Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-8606629736710543712</id><published>2010-12-22T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:50:50.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten...</title><content type='html'>There are people out there saying, "Life is wonderful". But to me life is never fair. We never get what we want. We never get the opportunity when the chance is there. And there are times we never received help from others when we used to help them when they seek help from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so? I think about it all the time. Maybe that is how each and individual fate is. We help them but in return what do we get? Nothing. Why? Because now that they are happy, wealthy and so on, they treat us as if we are just an outsider look like a beggar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...why should we look down and be sad about it? Let them be. Besides, we are just there to help. Not to show it off. Sooner or later, they will still seek help from us. And the whole cycle repeat itself. So let them be. Just let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-8606629736710543712?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/8606629736710543712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8606629736710543712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8606629736710543712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-837119584816540546</id><published>2010-08-02T13:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:38:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella Donna</title><content type='html'>Dear All, ni adek :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adek nak bukak stall bazaar pat woodlands causeway point, MRT. On the 8th August 2010 - 5th September 2010, from 10am till 10pm, timing will be extended at the end of the month nak dekat raya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will provide makeover services done by qualified make up artist and you will get 2 printed pictures and false lashies, we do manicure services to those that are interested at a very cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sell tudung of different styles, exclusive brooch, baju kurung for men and women, inai tube, flea market shirts and a few bits of kuih and keropon and many more !!! *kedai dah mcm rojak dah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also sell henna tube attended by bu Ika, Umi and Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stall will be near to the stage, LB4, and it will be attended bu Ika, Ummi and Myself (ct).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for your support !!! :) thnk you very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;br /&gt;*adek-ibrahim*&lt;br /&gt;tumpang page aic :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-837119584816540546?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/837119584816540546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/08/bella-donna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/837119584816540546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/837119584816540546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/08/bella-donna.html' title='Bella Donna'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-8484945607778516767</id><published>2010-07-01T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:26:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Fast Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been quite some time since this blog update...So many things going on and yet we didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Both Dad and Mum got more older(although they look the same to me...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 1st sister planning to have 3rd child and move house to somewhere at Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 2nd sister have graduate from her make up course and won 1st place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Faiz(me) got engaged to his fiancee Aimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Azhar got married to his wife Huda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Both sisters(kak yani and kak yah) now have a handphone to use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ilham got more taller than i can ever imagine(or is he still the same height)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Emma now knows how to speak more clearly, complaint to her grandparent and his&lt;br /&gt;   uncle(me) and memorise most of the words from the movie 'Avatar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Soddiq still with his "Orang Dayak" language but able to draw a bird(badan mcm&lt;br /&gt;   ulat, kepak mcm daun, mata juling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Siddiq learn to speak two words(eg. nanak, nak) but still cry whenever get scold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I'm proud of them all...(",)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-8484945607778516767?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/8484945607778516767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-fast-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8484945607778516767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8484945607778516767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-fast-time-flies.html' title='How Fast Time Flies...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-8126602851270017139</id><published>2010-06-07T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:24:53.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Pertunangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mesej dari bapak kami aka Pak Atip/Abang Rashid/Rashid/Abang/Bapak Odah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalammualaikum...terlebih dahulu ingin saya mengucapkan jutaan terima kasih kepada semua yang hadir majlis pernikahan &amp;amp; persandingan anak kami(Azhar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin saya mengumumkan bahawa anak kami(Faiz) akan bertunang pada 20hb June 2010(Ahad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas permintaan pihak keluarga perempuan, majlis pertunangan akan berlangsung pada jam 3 petang. Bas akan bertolak tepat pada jam 2 petang dari rumah kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesiapa yang ingin ikut kami menaiki bas, harap hadir sebelum jam 2 petang.&lt;br /&gt;Sesiapa yang ingin terus ke alamatnya: BLK 227 Choa Chu Kang Central #02-185 S(680227).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema baju: Biru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/TAy6wHpzkTI/AAAAAAAAANE/yMb-Zh6jcSk/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479960182453932338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/TAy6wHpzkTI/AAAAAAAAANE/yMb-Zh6jcSk/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-8126602851270017139?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/8126602851270017139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/06/hari-pertunangan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8126602851270017139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8126602851270017139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/06/hari-pertunangan.html' title='Hari Pertunangan'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/TAy6wHpzkTI/AAAAAAAAANE/yMb-Zh6jcSk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-3134517607094275894</id><published>2010-05-25T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:28:06.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengumuman...</title><content type='html'>Mesej dari Bapak kami aka Rashid, Pak Atip, Bapak Odah, Abg Atip, Abg:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalammualaikum. Ingin saya umumkan bahawa anak saya(Azhar atau ajan) akan bersanding di atas pelamin pada 30hb May 2010. Kehadiran dan doa restu anda semua amat dihargai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema Pakaian / Baju - Coklat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian Terima Kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-3134517607094275894?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/3134517607094275894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/05/pengumuman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/3134517607094275894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/3134517607094275894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/05/pengumuman.html' title='Pengumuman...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-3489903178517386316</id><published>2010-03-03T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:20:07.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat Rep Wannabe....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever received this kind of msg from your friends, bf, gf, or siblings,&lt;br /&gt;"eh, jgn anyak bunyi bole tk?", or "kaw bbl tkmu step mcm paham ar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are few examples that they would said to us whenever we gave opinions to them. And some would advise them what can be done to make it better. But as some of us already know, they will respond back to us by using harsh/irritating words, as if they knew everything and whatever they say or do is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example if our friends, siblings, bf or gf is piss off over something, what most of us would do is to hear their problems and try to solve it in any way we can.&lt;br /&gt;However for their kind(Mat Rep and Minah), they would replied back to us in simple words such as, "Eh, lek ar beb" or "alah, chill ar. Apa mau kecoh-kecoh."&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how does that actually help solve our problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know some of us just can't be bothered by all this crap. But let s face it, it is irritating isn't it to hear how they speak or msg to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a friend who likes to talk full of B.S. At one time I just can't take it anymore and I told him that I am too tired to hear his fake story and I left him alone out there and meet up with my other friends. Would you believe this if he said this to you, "Smlm aku kecoh siak. 10 budak whack aku. tapi last-last, aku last man standing. Yang diorang semua jatuh."&lt;br /&gt;First he said 10 men beat him up. But in the end he was the only one left standing. And from what i remember, he said all 10 men were bigger size than him. And my unfortunate friend only weigh less than 40kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is his purpose telling me this kind of fake story? That he is stronger than anyone in this world? Grab my attention so I would be amazed by his story? Or simply attention seeker?&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me I have never met him till now after that scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also often saw how a person is into fashion. But what kind of fashion does this look like:&lt;br /&gt;Blond hair, trim eyebrow, mushroom cap, v neck, big round specs w/o degree, tapered pants, white pointed shoes/ sandals, camera bag, nose inhaler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they're in a group, they would walk down the streets as if they actually own that place. As some would of their kind would say, "jalan nak step tu tempat mak bapak dia". And in the bus, some of us can hear some typical malay/techno/remix song on their hp using loudspeaker. Try to woo girl/woman by whistle at them/look at them when pass by but called them after 1km away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of them would ask their friend to get a girl number for them if they find the woman attractive. Seriously, how typical can they be. I can totally understand if they are underaged. But to think some adults would do that, how embarrased it is to see that actually happened till this year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just go on and on and on about this topic. And it will never be an end to it. And its really dissappointed to see such thing happened to them. All because of choosing the wrong friends if you ask me. How else would they be in such a state? As they would say,&lt;br /&gt;"Abeh dah aku bebual mcm gini. Nk buat camne?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-3489903178517386316?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/3489903178517386316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/03/mat-rep-wannabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/3489903178517386316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/3489903178517386316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/03/mat-rep-wannabe.html' title='Mat Rep Wannabe....'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-6969027176313836754</id><published>2010-02-13T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:14:47.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place To Remember...</title><content type='html'>on 7th Feb, Dad and Mum promise yani, yah, ilham and emma that they will bring them to a place where Dad and Mum first had their stall. Yani and Yah were so excited that they got up so early(around 6am plus) and quickly took their shower. And when they're done, they woke the entire house(dad, mum, me and emma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mum got up quite early too. Me on the other hand, still in my fantasy world. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 plus, everyone was up and get ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sim Lim Square to get a hp casing for my dad as someone(that would be me) had lost it. Had our breakfast at McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And around 12plus the kids were already smiling here and there as they already know they going to a history place before they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we reached to the place: BLK 26 Bendemeer Road. Some of you already know the place(you know who you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first went to BLK 26 Bendemeer Road where Dad and Mum use to have their own stall. As we enter the place, Mum start to have teary eyes...hehe. Maklumlah, tempat kenangan. Dad was  busy looking for his buddies(apek jual air tau, apek jual ice kacang, ape jual nasi ayam and etc). And i was busy talking to the kids about the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then reached Dad and Mum stall where it was already taken by some chinese selling chinese food. i was pointing at their stall when the seller saw me and thinking i was about to order their food. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continue to walk around the stall to see if there's any "old timer" still selling food. To our surprises, Mum saw one of the "old timer". She goes up to this chinese lady and goes something like this, "Eh Ayang!"(followed by some chinese words 've yet to figure out). Dad was also happy to see them. As i was carrying emma on my arms, one the chinese man("kawan bapak aku") looked at me and asked if emma is my daughter. I looked at him with surprised. Dad looked back at him and simply said, "Ah dia punya anak". I then looked at my Dad with a BIG question mark on my face. WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just ignored them and just smiled back at them. So we then left their stall. Then i ask my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pak, tu sape?&lt;br /&gt;Bapak: Ntah, manelah aku kenal.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Abeh bapak bebual mesra habis?&lt;br /&gt;Bapak: Bebual jelah. Agaknye org lama, aku pun tak ingat.&lt;br /&gt;Mum then interrupt, "Bapak kau ape dia ingat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yani and yah with their clueless face still figuring out what just happened. But they still look happy. Emma as usual cranky here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing giving yani and yah a tour, Mum then decided that we go to another history place where Dad and Mum bought their first castle. It was located at BLK 32 Bendemeer Road.&lt;br /&gt;Again Mum face turn sad again. Hehehe...getting sensitive as she aged. Dad still able to remember which house. He even remember the unit no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we notice the door was closed and we quickly took a photo of the house with the unit no(gambar blum upload). Dad then begin to tell the story about the house. He showed us where he used to keep all sort of flower pots and the back of the house even though there were no space for others to walk around. Yani and Yah were thrilled to hear every single words from my Dad. As usual, kids with their question non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally after which, its time we had our early dinner. But before we left the place, Dad told Yani and Yah with simple note but with big meaning Me and Mum just hear it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ingat. Jangan lupa tempat ni. Inilah tempat Bapak dan Nenek hidup susah dan senang. Sentiasa ingat ini tempat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless to hear those words. As i will never, ever forget that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we are off to geylang for our early dinner. By the time we reached there, Emma had already fall asleep. Me and Dad took turn carry emma to make sure she dun goes cranky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our seats and i begin to line up to order drinks. As i was looking around, i notice this old lady(around 60-70 i think) quite distracting.&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing a dress which can see her clivage, with a pink bra stinking out, fake wig, some bling-bling on her wrist and neck, and lastly, she's wearing a heel. WTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop staring at her as it was so humiliating and kinda embarrased to the public.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i told myself not to let such thing get my focus away. I simply ignored her and enjoy my dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess thats about it. Right now, i just can't wait to celebrate Chinese New Year and meet my one and only Big Boss Mafia aka Grandma...(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-6969027176313836754?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/6969027176313836754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/02/place-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/6969027176313836754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/6969027176313836754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/02/place-to-remember.html' title='A Place To Remember...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-4731802633978220997</id><published>2010-01-26T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:41:18.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames....</title><content type='html'>Im sure everyone in this world had their own "nama manja" given by our parents, grandparents, siblings, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, neices, friends, colleagues, bff, boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancees, husbands, wives, sons and daughters(did i miss anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of it may sounds cute or style, but some of it may sounds so weird or funny. But still, without these names, not many people will know who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my family. We had many(special) names given by you-know-who(refer to 1st paragraph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father - Bapak, Apak, Pak Atip, Bapak Raudah, Abg Atip, Yayi, Abg Besar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abg, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atip, Rashid, Lashid, Asid, Bapak Botak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother - Kak Minah, Minah, Yah, Nenek, Mak Minah, Cik Minah, Mak Raudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Sister - Raudah, Odah, Yang, Miss Siti, Kakak, Mak Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sister - Munira, Siti, Bibik, Yang, Munari, Mun, Adek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Brother - Faiz, Ais(Ayish), Pais, Maman Ais, Maman, Cicak, Dok, Panjang, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jantan Joget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Brother - Azhar, Azar, Ajan, Pak Bu, Babu, Gemuk, Ah Pui, Bulat, Blood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the names that I can remember which were given to us. Kinda cute and funny I think. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/S15O62KCpbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0Y8VrceNaBM/s1600-h/adorable.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430864973532407218" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/S15O62KCpbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0Y8VrceNaBM/s200/adorable.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-4731802633978220997?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/4731802633978220997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/01/nicknames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/4731802633978220997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/4731802633978220997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2010/01/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames....'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/S15O62KCpbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0Y8VrceNaBM/s72-c/adorable.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-4392437288351520070</id><published>2009-12-31T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:36:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Changes In Our Life</title><content type='html'>I always irritate whenever I "accidentally" saw a man become women(nyah) or women become men(butch) walk pass through me/next to me. I just feel like give one big shoot on the face and make them feel what its like to be man. And you might wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are something we shouldnt talk about. There are people just cant be bothered about to talk/know about it. And there are people who dont want to talk about it(I dun even know why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ButI chose to. Why? Lets face it. Today we saw a nyah/butch walk pass us and we ignore them. What if tomorrow our kids follow their footsteps? Im sure none of us would want that to happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple question come across to our minds when we talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;"Why would they want to change their gender? What causes them to change their gender?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many reasons they will come up with. But if you ask them, they wouldnt want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? Because they are embarrased to talk about it? That we wouldnt understand their situation? Worried that we would make fun of them? Felt for the wrong doing they have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many reason why they change to be as such:-&lt;br /&gt;- likes to hang around with girls since small,&lt;br /&gt;- learn to put on make up like girls,&lt;br /&gt;- learn to put on women clothes(which also include lingerie...eww!!!),&lt;br /&gt;- learn to put on women heel/shoe, slipper,&lt;br /&gt;- get breast enhancement,&lt;br /&gt;- and finally, the most stupidiest thing off all, they would go to a special doctor(i dun know where...ask them) to get their penis change to you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same reason goes to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that...we have also seen guy who are proud of themselves to be called gays....WTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...whats wrong with these people? What is there to be proud of?&lt;br /&gt;A man get to be kissed by another man on the lips. WTH!!! Is it because they watch too many Brokeback Mountain???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...you judge yourself...I may be wrong. But seriously i dun care. Im so dissappointed with the fact that these people changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also wonder what am i going to do about it...Simple. I make them feel what its like to be a man by giving one big blow on their face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-4392437288351520070?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/4392437288351520070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-changes-in-our-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/4392437288351520070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/4392437288351520070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-changes-in-our-life.html' title='Everything Changes In Our Life'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-4660067230761123587</id><published>2009-12-29T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:12:57.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Demand</title><content type='html'>Setelah lama senyap sepi...at last dapat juga update blog ni. Maklumlah, orang bertugas ni asyik seeeeeeebuk aje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum keluarga pak atip terlupa. Tentu semua dah tahu bahawa kuiz-kuiz pak atip dah berakhir selama 2 bulan(agaknye). Oleh itu akan pak atip akan beritahu jawapanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peminat gusti keluarga Pak Atip:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pak Atip ------&gt; The Rock &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznBffCEFLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4nAnzeGq9Ko/s1600-h/pak+atip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576373167363250" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznBffCEFLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4nAnzeGq9Ko/s200/pak+atip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznBuibfbiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WU8l8KiI1bI/s1600-h/The+Rock.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420576631777357346" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznBuibfbiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WU8l8KiI1bI/s200/The+Rock.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak Minah--&gt; Stone Cold Steve Austin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznCGFSF3DI/AAAAAAAAALI/vhVvtRSXNLM/s1600-h/mak+minah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420577036270165042" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznCGFSF3DI/AAAAAAAAALI/vhVvtRSXNLM/s200/mak+minah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznCVNaYcYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lZqXQzMnY1k/s1600-h/Stone+Cold+Steve+Austin.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420577296150458754" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznCVNaYcYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/lZqXQzMnY1k/s200/Stone+Cold+Steve+Austin.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siti Raudah---&gt;Bret "The Hitman" Hart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznCwOJ7nEI/AAAAAAAAALY/sTs8sSWNEk8/s1600-h/kakak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420577760206363714" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznCwOJ7nEI/AAAAAAAAALY/sTs8sSWNEk8/s200/kakak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznDHgOFBUI/AAAAAAAAALg/BnB3MAwI6vY/s1600-h/Bret+The+Hitman+Hart.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420578160192587074" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznDHgOFBUI/AAAAAAAAALg/BnB3MAwI6vY/s200/Bret+The+Hitman+Hart.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siti Munira--&gt; Hollywood Hulk Hogan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznDZenbQ8I/AAAAAAAAALo/nn7H8kRa7Is/s1600-h/adek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420578468999676866" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznDZenbQ8I/AAAAAAAAALo/nn7H8kRa7Is/s200/adek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznD2_s_wuI/AAAAAAAAALw/paJ6XZ-0IC0/s1600-h/Hulk+Hogan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420578976097616610" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznD2_s_wuI/AAAAAAAAALw/paJ6XZ-0IC0/s200/Hulk+Hogan.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faiz/Ais-----&gt;Ultimate Warrior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznEPw6kbLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EFw8pS3QEW4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420579401624743090" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznEPw6kbLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EFw8pS3QEW4/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznEfC6Hw5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Et7j2EHNJEo/s1600-h/Ultimate+Warrior.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420579664152740754" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznEfC6Hw5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Et7j2EHNJEo/s200/Ultimate+Warrior.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azhar/Ajan-&gt; The Undertaker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznE3VqTkJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/99ZJNDEtiyU/s1600-h/ajan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420580081503539346" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznE3VqTkJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/99ZJNDEtiyU/s200/ajan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznFFeGvWaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DeIE-bUk78I/s1600-h/The+Undertaker.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420580324288453026" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznFFeGvWaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DeIE-bUk78I/s200/The+Undertaker.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesemua ahli gusti yang hebat ini telah di juarai sebagai World Wrestling Federation Champion ketika beraksi di gelanggang WWF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi sayang sekali kerana sekarang tiada lagi gusti-gusti yang sehebat seperti mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-4660067230761123587?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/4660067230761123587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-on-demand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/4660067230761123587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/4660067230761123587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-on-demand.html' title='Back On Demand'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SznBffCEFLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4nAnzeGq9Ko/s72-c/pak+atip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-7188409738446796585</id><published>2009-10-05T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:44:34.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF Champion</title><content type='html'>Keluarga Pak Atip kini mengadakan kuiz untuk semua ahli ahli HMS. Kuiz ini terbuka kepada semua bapak-bapak, ibu-ibu, anak-anak, cucu-cucu dan cicit-cicit. Pemenangnya akan dihadiahkan makanan kegemarannya yang dimasak oleh Mak Minah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuiz:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Atip sekeluarga teramat minat skali dengan WWF(World Wrestling Federation) pada tahun 90an. Lebih lebih lagi anak anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah gusti(wrestler) yang di minati oleh keluarga Pak Atip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsltJqCkPBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5XFzJasz7PU/s1600-h/pak+atip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388958441796811794" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsltJqCkPBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5XFzJasz7PU/s320/pak+atip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) Stone Cold Steve Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) The Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) The Undertaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sslw8-1wSkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BsPx61up-Gs/s1600-h/mak+minah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962622088432194" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sslw8-1wSkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BsPx61up-Gs/s200/mak+minah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) Stone Cold Steve Austin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) The Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) The Undertaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sslx28hJEoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ncKQWNwkchg/s1600-h/kakak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963617897517698" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sslx28hJEoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ncKQWNwkchg/s200/kakak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a)Bret "The Hitman" Hart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b)Hulk Hogan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) Shawn Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SslzCoCPX5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cZ5v_KLrkb4/s1600-h/adek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388964918069256082" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SslzCoCPX5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cZ5v_KLrkb4/s200/adek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) Shawn Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) Bret "The Hitman" Hart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) Hulk Hogan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Ssl11wR5vdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HP3wlLovre4/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388967995479014866" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Ssl11wR5vdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HP3wlLovre4/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) Ultimate Warrior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) The Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) Triple H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Ssl1lqwg9WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SJKgl4wxX3I/s1600-h/ajan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388967719118894434" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Ssl1lqwg9WI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SJKgl4wxX3I/s200/ajan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) The Undertaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b) Randy "Macho Man" Savage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c) Triple H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilih jawapan dan gambar(pandai2 cari sendiri) anda dan email kan ke &lt;a href="mailto:beatonthebrat21@hotmail.com"&gt;beatonthebrat21@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At least 3 out of 6 must be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Closing date: 20hb November 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Selamat mencuba!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-7188409738446796585?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/7188409738446796585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/10/wwf-champion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/7188409738446796585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/7188409738446796585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/10/wwf-champion.html' title='WWF Champion'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsltJqCkPBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5XFzJasz7PU/s72-c/pak+atip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-112489876780537267</id><published>2009-09-30T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:47:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya @ Kampong Arang...</title><content type='html'>Hari Raya 2009 @ Kampong Arang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, our house was full of Dad relatives. Here's a recap what happened on that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajan planned out a special menu for our relatives. He made spaggetthi and pizza with bread as the base. Mum assist him on baking the pizza. Dad was busy organising the house with Emma assisting him somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I just take pics...hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abg Mat and family reached first together with our special relatives whom we did not expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387140357902534962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsL3nPvziTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y6i9ttR4ljo/s320/CIMG0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thats right!!! its Kak Mai and Family.....Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then 10mins later, our house was already full with our relatives. Kecooooh beb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsL_7KOeBbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vzJuGJLR5GA/s1600-h/CIMG0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387149496110941618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsL_7KOeBbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vzJuGJLR5GA/s200/CIMG0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMCIqMWKtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/keq0kpaH3Xs/s1600-h/CIMG0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387151927053527762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMCIqMWKtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/keq0kpaH3Xs/s200/CIMG0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMGHdUlA0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5uo5K1lfoEY/s1600-h/CIMG0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387156304465036098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMGHdUlA0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5uo5K1lfoEY/s200/CIMG0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMDrikBCSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N5Q5BfL6ieE/s1600-h/CIMG0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387153625812371746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMDrikBCSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N5Q5BfL6ieE/s200/CIMG0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsME_chW3II/AAAAAAAAAG4/_2nVbIz9w6A/s1600-h/CIMG0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387155067299617922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsME_chW3II/AAAAAAAAAG4/_2nVbIz9w6A/s200/CIMG0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMLOMu_LQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q-BJPI1fxxw/s1600-h/CIMG0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387161917829623042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMLOMu_LQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q-BJPI1fxxw/s320/CIMG0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were busy taking pics when Kak Zeti get Mum and Dad to pose like a sweet couple. Haha...She even help how to pose. Take a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387158444380554306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMIEBIMhEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RwbJ5GpL1pM/s320/CIMG0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cute kaaaaannnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I even got a surprise gift when Ayah congrates me for taking a cute photo of my nieces. I was sooo thrilled about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMNxFIOO1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cBzXgKxNNeM/s1600-h/CIMG0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387164716106660690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMNxFIOO1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cBzXgKxNNeM/s320/CIMG0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is me and my only youngest brother...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387166152978427218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMPEt5JbVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3rjF-RXQkj0/s400/9716_140747815921_527580921_2734569_1931835_s%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Nadhirah(very the makcik..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMSXQzpvjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y3-QC4IS9Js/s1600-h/CIMG0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387169770123148850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsMSXQzpvjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y3-QC4IS9Js/s200/CIMG0907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After everyone had left the house, we were all exhausted but enjoy ourselves and hopefully this joy will last till forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-112489876780537267?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/112489876780537267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-kampong-arang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/112489876780537267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/112489876780537267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-kampong-arang.html' title='Hari Raya @ Kampong Arang...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsL3nPvziTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y6i9ttR4ljo/s72-c/CIMG0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-8577002334730861163</id><published>2009-09-30T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:46:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya with Family(Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Hari Raya outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up quite early on that day(21/09/2009) and got ready(it was around 9 plus). Mum had already phoned Grandma/Lao Ma house yesterday to informed her that we are going to visit her the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then while waiting for the bus to arrive, i manage to take some of Siddiq(Adik Soddiq). Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLDMkN0GDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WDWKpuNZYAg/s1600-h/CIMG0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387082724935997490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLDMkN0GDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WDWKpuNZYAg/s200/CIMG0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387082951188723362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLDZvEqtqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DU8n753JyZU/s200/The+Rock.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLEuPgGvvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HJE8-HykWdo/s1600-h/CIMG0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387084403002752754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLEuPgGvvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HJE8-HykWdo/s200/CIMG0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon reaching Grandma/Lao Ma house, our uncle(who got married to a woman from Perak) was also there as well. And till today none of us know his name...except Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the chinese conversation between Mum and grandma begin. The rest of us were busy eating all sort of titbits Grandma/Lao Ma had prepared for us. Mum then passed Lontong to Grandma/Lao Ma, which she have cook yesterday, and helped her in the kitchen and left us with our uncle. We were looking here and there when Dad suddenly saw a picture frame of Ah Chong family and Aunt Moreen hanging on the wall. So i quickly to photo of them with Ah Chong on his Graduation Day uniform(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387088278326217954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLIP0NODOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yIKAqaOvEgE/s320/CIMG0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after almost 30-45mins, its time for us to leave. We managed to take pics with Grandma/Lao Ma before she starts giving us the red packet, which she had already prepared them. She even gave us different types of titbits and packet drinks. Every year she will does that. Even on Chinese New Year. Look at Sodiq face. How happy he is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387096903761577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLQF4dQxTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nl4vN4ppLsE/s320/CIMG0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then make our way to Abg Mat house. Dad was extremely surprised when Wak/Kak Long told him that Kak Siti had prepared food for us. Busu was there as well. As usual, Dad was busy teasing others and Mum was busy helping Kak Siti in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we all make our way to Abg Atan house locating at Joo Seng Road. As we were walking, we felt wet on our head. Oh no...its drizzling. I took the handkerchief from Mum and place on Siddiq head. Dah macam minah Taiwan. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLTYTRb6JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/g9QtWQiadYI/s1600-h/CIMG0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387100518732261522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLTYTRb6JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/g9QtWQiadYI/s200/CIMG0830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387101388689958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLUK8Hg5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EuWxXutcxfE/s200/CIMG0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were continue walking along the side of the road, Abg Mat spot something verrrrrryyy interesting in the drain. A black coloured snake with a rock on its head. But its already dead. With big red ants covering part of its body. I wanted to pick it up and and place it on the road but I was to scared to do it. So Abg Mat helped me and pick it up. It was about the same length as Abg Mat when he pick it up by its tail. As he lay it down on the side of the road, I quickly took out my digicam and took pics of it. Hahahaha...im such a freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLVKekuqZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yVdrMJHfmaE/s1600-h/CIMG0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387102480271059346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLVKekuqZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yVdrMJHfmaE/s200/CIMG0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387106957865612226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLZPG6dc8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2TqIDS2BzXA/s200/CIMG0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We then left the dead snake on the side of the road and contine walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we reached Abg Atan house. Didnt get to take pics of them but only get to eat all the kuih they had prepared for us. After much eating the food, we then make our way to Udi/Samad house at woodlands. Again, the mum had prepared all the dishes(i cant remember what food we ate). Didn't get to take much pics. Was too tired to move around. Hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387114594308393410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLgLm4TCcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vTM-QiF6ROs/s320/CIMG0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And we're off to Munira house at Senja Road where she prepared food(forget the dishes again). Emma was there with her crankiness(as usual) here and there. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLhIbqryMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lXoMirWmfdo/s1600-h/CIMG0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387115639270525122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLhIbqryMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lXoMirWmfdo/s200/CIMG0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387116558199193650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLh968WgDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4aK3pB_EqnU/s200/CIMG0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLjJEwhnzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SFGzdxh8dNE/s1600-h/CIMG0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387117849324134194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLjJEwhnzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SFGzdxh8dNE/s200/CIMG0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this time, its almost 7 plus(i think) and we're all start to get tired and sleepy. Cant remember much what happened at Munira as I was busy playing with Emma...hahaha. Then, we're off to Busu house at Bukit Batok. We were inform that Cik Aini(from Johor) is coming over to her house. We reached her house and Mum helped in the kitchen(as usual). We waited and waited and waited and waited. And finally they arrived. Turns out that they lost their way searching Busu house. But we still had fun talking to them. Jokes with them, teasing them non stop like they always does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even serve them the dishes that was prepared before they arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked and we laughed everytime we speaks. And so its time for them to leave. But I manage to take some pics of them in front of Busu house.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLvTJT587I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wbg9TnaOtag/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387131216484496306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLvTJT587I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wbg9TnaOtag/s200/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387131773609869810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLvzkw8gfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/y4CQxTIpdog/s200/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was then for us to leave Busu house and make our way back home. Again, it was tiring, but it was worth every single minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-8577002334730861163?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/8577002334730861163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-with-familypart-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8577002334730861163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8577002334730861163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-with-familypart-2.html' title='Hari Raya with Family(Part 2)'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsLDMkN0GDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WDWKpuNZYAg/s72-c/CIMG0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-3416285748039390385</id><published>2009-09-23T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:58:44.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya with Family(Part 1)</title><content type='html'>After almost 2 weeks, Im able to update our blog(work commitment mah..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we had sooooo much fun celebrating hari raya celebration on 1st day and 2nd day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st day:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up early at 6.30 in the morning. Get ready and left home for prayer. As usual, i cried in the mosque due to mix feeling(sad but happy). hahaha...sensitive jugak aku nie eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After finish prayer, went back home and all of us get ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First visit to Herman house and met up with his parent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386785792728686514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsG1I1i237I/AAAAAAAAADg/Em_3u5C4tRQ/s320/CIMG0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After which all of us headed to BIG BOSS aka Bapak/Atok house. We reach there nearly 1pm. As usual, capal, kasut n heels(did i miss anything else?) dah berselerak kat luar when we reached. Maklumlah, keluarga besar lah kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we had so much fun teasing each other, making jokes at each other, me feeding busu lontong with my samping as napkin covering half of her thigh. Aiyoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kak hajar join later so i have to feed my makcik and my kakak sedare. Haiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the funny part is i was feeding them with my hand when the curry on my plate almost spilled on them. Imagine their faces when that happens. Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While all of us were busy talking and laughing, Om came up with an idea to take his photo. But not just any ordinary photo taking. This is what he said(if i remember correctly):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Om: Ah, cepat amik gambar. Anak pertama, cucu pertama. Anak last, cucu last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But not everyone heard him as we were all talking and laughing so loud that he have to raise his voice at us with puteri(her daughter) on his arm. He even got confused how to take the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Om: Oi, cepat. Anak pertama, cucu last. Anak pertama...ah kan aku pun dah confused. Cepatlah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so funny how he get irritates when no one is listening to him. He will shout and then he will laugh about it. So some of us have to correct him. Hahaha...It was so hilarious seeing them guessing who is the first child, who is the last child, who is the first grandchild, who is the last grandchild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Ayah came out of nowhere and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayah: Ah...Anak lelaki pertama. Cepat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Atok just sit there with his maintain looks on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So all us were grabbing chances to take photos of them(anak pertama, anak last and so on and so on...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386784021952626386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsGzhw48ftI/AAAAAAAAADY/pCuLvWIz7lc/s320/CIMG0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite memorable though to think about it. As Ayah will say when taking pics:&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, 30 tahun akan datang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then make our way to Ayah house where he had prepared the food and different types of gas drinks for us. Mum and Dad was still busy teasing others, laugh here and there...kecoh beb! And Ayah helping out takings pics with his, "Ah, gambar 30 tahun akan datang."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emma as usual with her "crankiness", cried here and there(budak kan...cepat rimas).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After almost 1 hour(or maybe it was lesser than that), we headed to Wak Ram house. By the time we reach there, most of us were already exhausted. Till Kakak slept and letting herman to take care of their sons by himself. Hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our last stop was Ajan fiancee house. Get to meet up the fiancee parent and relatives. By this time, we were all almost half asleep. But we try not to show it to others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally its time for us to head back home sweet home. And by the time we reached home, its already 11 plus. Man...what a journey. But it was worth it. All the excitement, all the joy, all the happiness. We won't forget that day...=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386778580518780274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsGulB-BPXI/AAAAAAAAADI/2rmkcVvIIs8/s320/CIMG0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-3416285748039390385?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/3416285748039390385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-with-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/3416285748039390385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/3416285748039390385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-with-family.html' title='Hari Raya with Family(Part 1)'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SsG1I1i237I/AAAAAAAAADg/Em_3u5C4tRQ/s72-c/CIMG0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-2933723497327957285</id><published>2009-09-19T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:30:23.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hari Raya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee...Im so excited right now that i cant stop smiling since morning and thinking how wonderful it is that tomorrow is a BIG DAY for me and my family. How time flies so fast but still manage to clear all the plans my family had made before Ramadhan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dad was able to reorganise house(emma also helped out in some way), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mum bake all the kuih muih, bought her "barang dapur" for hari raya meal...hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Faiz(me) bought the baju raya for the family and pay zakat fitrah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Azhar bought the extra food for kuih muih(singkong, peanuts, and cakes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much we had did during Ramadhan. Emma have grown so big even she now knows what colour to whenever she wants to get dressed(perangai mcm kakak-kakak dia jugak).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i guess thats about it. Cant think much cause im too excited about Hari Raya Celebration. Woohoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031153381879762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SrReUEAwL9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ouTmLyIdFkk/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-2933723497327957285?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/2933723497327957285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/2933723497327957285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/2933723497327957285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SrReUEAwL9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ouTmLyIdFkk/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-2275201342060102218</id><published>2009-09-15T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:26:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Bulan Dipagar Bintang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sq8VmmlqREI/AAAAAAAAACg/oOBgx1vENEY/s1600-h/adorable.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381543832668750914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sq8VmmlqREI/AAAAAAAAACg/oOBgx1vENEY/s320/adorable.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malam bulan dipagar bintang...Makin indah jika dipandang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagai gadis bagi senyuman...Pada pujaan idaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wahai kasih ingin dimanja...Dengan cumbuan mesra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Untuk bekipur lara...Penawar dinda asmara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malam bulan dipagar bintang...Tambah seri cuaca malam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Murni sungguh ciptaan Tuhan...Bulan bintang lagu alam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andai kata bintang menyepi...Bulan tidak berseri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malam menjadi sunyi...Tidak bersunyi lagi&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/580118429450904702-2275201342060102218?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/2275201342060102218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/malam-bulan-dipagar-bintang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/2275201342060102218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/2275201342060102218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/malam-bulan-dipagar-bintang.html' title='Malam Bulan Dipagar Bintang'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sq8VmmlqREI/AAAAAAAAACg/oOBgx1vENEY/s72-c/adorable.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-8646190825836655615</id><published>2009-09-11T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:20:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sq3uVgs7QjI/AAAAAAAAACI/lcK5iomnvr8/s1600-h/yani+and+yah.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semalam aku pulang dari keje dan berasa punye lah penaaaaaattt...sehinggakan aku jalan pun dah mcm orang mabuk. Mane ke tidak, delivery sampai pkl 10pm. First time i did delivery till that time. Anyway...mata aku dah berat sampai depan pintu. Dan bila aku bukak pintu, yani dari bilik lari ke arah aku and said, "maman ais, kakak ani ade teka teki untuk maman ais." Yah dari blakang senyum aje. Aku tiba2 lost skejap and stared at her for almost 2mins. And yani stared back at me and smiled at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku pun layankan jelah...turns out the question was very tricky and interesting. Aku pun duduk and yani diri depan aku with her book and start asking guestion. Yah dari blakang masih senyumkan and start laughing tiap kali aku jawab.&lt;br /&gt;If I could remember correctly, there are 7 question. This is what yani wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Banyak banyak binatang, binatang apakah yang ade banyak mata?&lt;br /&gt;4) Banyak banyak kenderaan, kenderaan apakah bila enjinnya hidup, ianya tidak boleh undur ke belakang?&lt;br /&gt;2) Apakah yang boleh naik tapi tak boleh turun terdapat pada manusia dan haiwan?&lt;br /&gt;3) Bunga apakah bila panas ianya mengembang, bila hujan ianya kuncup?&lt;br /&gt;6) Mana satu yang masin? Air laut? Atau taik hidung?&lt;br /&gt;5) Kita main bola. Mengapa kita kejar bola?&lt;br /&gt;7) Berapa lamakah gajah simpan anaknya di dalam perutnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua soalan aku tak dapat jawab. Yani tengok aku and said, "Tak tau tanye bapak"(my dad is her granddad). Aku jenguk ke bilik and spot bapak aku dah berdengkur pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah aku jawab teka teki dia, aku tanye dia brape banyak soalan yang aku jawab betul. Dengan tiada perasaan dia jawab, "Ntah. Bapak yang cakap. Kakak yani tulis aje." Yah dari blakang ketawakan aku. Yani pun tunjuk buku yang dia tulis. Semuanya tak ade jawapan. Patutlah tiap kali aku jawab, muka dia asyik senyum je all the way. Dia pun tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba tiba aku berasa agak pelik. Aku dah tak ngantok lagi. Mungkin disebabkan layanan anak sedare aku yang mentel mentel ni...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah habis bergurau dengan yani dah yah, aku pun suruh diorang tido. Belum sempat adjust bantal, yani tanye padaku, "Maman ais, kenapa kakak ani ngan kakak yah skolah tak sampai hari saturday? Kenapa maman ais ngan papa(her dad) keje sampai saturday?" Aku pun tanya diriku sendiri. Budak nowadays cepat tangkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381219496390220994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sq3unvy-3MI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GeGNtIUQZL8/s200/yani+and+yah.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i guess that's about it. Still looking forward for Hari Raya Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-8646190825836655615?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/8646190825836655615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/semalam-aku-pulang-dari-keje-dan-berasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8646190825836655615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/8646190825836655615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/semalam-aku-pulang-dari-keje-dan-berasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/Sq3unvy-3MI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GeGNtIUQZL8/s72-c/yani+and+yah.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-9096653157292469521</id><published>2009-09-10T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:20:06.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siapa Yang Bersalah...</title><content type='html'>Ada yang tidak boleh ditegur...Rasa dirinya berkata yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang tidak boleh diketawakan...Rasa dirinya diperbodohkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kala manusia seperti begini merasa dirinya dah cukup ilmu bila disebut tentang seni. Tak kiralah seni tari, seni drama, seni musik dan seterusnya. Sudah dianggap semuanya diketahui bila bertanya. Walhal ada lagi yang belum tercapai dalam dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi bila ditanya tentang perkara yang susah untuk dijawab, maka mulalah terasa malu, terasa serba salah. Ada pula tidak pedulikan dengan persoalannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terasa agak pelik bila melihat akan dengan sikap tingkah lakunya bila memberitahu ilmu yang sudah dipelajari dalam dirinya suka berkongsi dengan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terasa pelik juga mendengar kata-katanya bagaikan tin kosong dengan menunjuk tingkah laku dengan tidak endah dan seperti remaja berkata: "Tak kuasa ar" bila disuruh untuk berkongsi dengan orang yang ingin belajar secara practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah sebabnya? Rasa malas? Rasa jemu? Rasa hanya untuk orang yang mempunyai ilmu sahaja? Sekiranya begitu, ilmu apakah yang sebenar telah dipelajari selama ini? Sehinggakan tidak boleh terima teguran dari sesiapapun. Rasa dirinya sendiri yang betul dalam apa jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginilah akitbatnya sekiranya teguran tidak boleh diterima. Berbagai perasaan dan perangai akan ditunjuk dalam dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu mudah lupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379772928754034642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqjK-balp9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqomWX8w7CA/s320/cat.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-9096653157292469521?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/9096653157292469521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/siapa-yang-bersalah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/9096653157292469521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/9096653157292469521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/siapa-yang-bersalah.html' title='Siapa Yang Bersalah...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqjK-balp9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dqomWX8w7CA/s72-c/cat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-5957562144716818833</id><published>2009-09-10T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:14:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...Hari Raya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I ask my friends and colleagues on how do they celebrate Hari Raya with their family. And out of 10 people i asked, 8 of them gave replies with the simple words such as, "Oh, aku duduk rumah je, or aku tak celebrate hari raya ar, sama je every year."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like there is nothing interesting, exciting or important to celebrate Hari Raya. But its interesting, exciting AND important to hang out with their friends, gf, bf, etc on a NORMAL day. And its kinda upset me to see our own culture simply don't care about Hari Raya. But they choose to celebrate National Day, New Year, Christmas and Valentines Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However to me...every year, Hari Raya is important to me. I get to open my eyes and see my parents are with me, I get to go to mosque for Solat Idilfitri, I get to meet my grandfather, my chinese grandmother, my uncles, my aunties and my cousins. I mean, lets face it. How many of us often hang out with our family, uncles, aunties and relatives more than our friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, who am I to tell them which is right and which is wrong. Let them be. They don't know how important that day is. They don't know how happy their parent is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379702443135171106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqiK3oBfeiI/AAAAAAAAABI/w_GzYThmnAo/s320/me.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-5957562144716818833?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/5957562144716818833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmhari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/5957562144716818833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/5957562144716818833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmhari-raya.html' title='Hmm...Hari Raya...'/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqiK3oBfeiI/AAAAAAAAABI/w_GzYThmnAo/s72-c/me.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580118429450904702.post-385293033865926759</id><published>2009-06-16T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:00:42.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally after many days, many weeks, many months and many years...i manage to create my own blog. Well...its a family blog actually. Haha...anyway, nothing much to say. So i will update and keep in touch the soonest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580118429450904702-385293033865926759?l=beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/feeds/385293033865926759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-after-many-days-many-weeks-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/385293033865926759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580118429450904702/posts/default/385293033865926759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatonthebrat21.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-after-many-days-many-weeks-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Faiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07876079946808353783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rZTI1qph7Y/SqmuifU4u5I/AAAAAAAAABo/6dYyGFHuMhU/S220/muka+buruk.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
