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May the Lord bless and guide Malaysia and its multi-racial citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysia that could be — Kalimullah Hassan August 21, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUG 21 — It is a great honor for me to be here today and I want to start by congratulating you and your families on your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did not attend university — for a variety of reasons, chief being that we were not rich and that I was not smart enough to be given a scholarship — I have, every moment in my life, acknowledged the value of a college or university education. There’s always that tinge of regret in me when I hear my friends speak of the fun they had in campus, the pranks they played, the girlfriends they met, the midnight oil they burnt during exams and the pride with which they took to the stage to receive their scrolls and enter the new phase in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it is your turn to feel the pride of receiving your scrolls after having worked so hard. Today is a great day for you. You are young; you are raring to go; you want to make your name; you have dreams; you have hopes; you have your whole life ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us here on stage are in our twilight years. We have lived our lives as best as we could and made our mistakes along the way. Some learn from their mistakes; some don’t. It is those who learn from their mistakes who make it in life. For those of us in this twilight stage of life, time is a luxury we don’t have. But you, graduating students of UTAR today, you are on the fringes of a new beginning with all the time ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that remains is for you to set your goals; work hard; believe in yourself; persevere; and God willing, one day, in the future, you will be able to say — I am proud of what I have achieved and I am proud of what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating students, respected audience, and friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you prepare to go out into the world, I would like you to share one thought with you. In my life, the one thing I have always been proud of is my belief that this is a great country which could be greater; and that I am proud to be a Malaysian — first and last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the theme of my message to you is that only you can decide how you are going to live and that it is you who will decide what your Malaysia, your future generations, and your world will be long after we are gone. At a time when Malaysia is seeing daily debates on race and religion, you have a heavy burden to bear; you, the young generation, will decide which direction Malaysia takes and I hope today, I can share a little of what our generation went through so you can learn from our mistakes and build on the right things we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we learn from our own mistakes, we should also learn from history. Unfortunately, human beings are prone to forgetting history. Allow me to talk about one personality who has shaped many lives and changed the course of at least his country, the United States of America. I want to talk about the American civil rights leader Dr Martin Luther King Jr, a great man, who like us, had a dream. I want to talk about him because his thoughts have bearing on us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr King died for his dreams but the whole world can continue to learn from him; especially us, a country that is multi-racial, multi-cultural and multi-religious; a country our founding fathers had hoped would symbolize the dream that they had; that was no different a dream from the dream Martin Luther King Jr had. I quote Dr King in one of his most famous speeches, where he spoke about his American dream. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I look forward confidently to the day when all who work for a living will be one with no thought to their separateness as Negroes, Jews, Italians or any other distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This will be the day when we bring into full realization the American dream -- a dream yet unfulfilled;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A dream of equality of opportunity, of privilege and property widely distributed; a dream of a land where men will not take necessities from the many to give luxuries to the few;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A dream of a land where men will not argue that the colour of a man’s skin determines the content of his character;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A dream of a nation where all our gifts and resources are held not for ourselves alone, but as instruments of service for the rest of humanity;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The dream of a country where every man will respect the dignity and worth of the human personality.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, more than 40 years after that speech, a black man is the President of the United States of America; a black man, it is proudly said, lives in the White House. Today, to a large extent, Martin Luther King’s dreams have come true in his country. Remember, even in the 1960s, after Malaysia had become independent, after the United States had been independent for almost 200 years, blacks and colored people were not allowed to eat at restaurants which were reserved only for white people; they could not drink from the same tap as the white man; they could not ride on the same bus as the white man; and in many parts of rural America, the Ku Klux Klan regularly lynched and killed blacks for sport. Therefore, America took major strides in civil liberties in the last four decades that countries throughout the world can learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say this, today, I stand here and ask you — have the dreams of our founding fathers been fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that it took the United States more than 200 years before the true American dream could be realized. They say we are a young nation, only 53 years old, and we should be proud of what we have achieved. Yes, we have achieved a lot. Yes, we never had the kind of discrimination and civil rights abuse as the United States had for more than 100 years. But that doesn’t mean we too should wait 200 years to realize the dream our founding fathers or we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if our founding fathers were looking over us right now, they would be proud to see the physical achievements of our country; but their hearts would break to see the path we have taken in addressing each other as fellow Malaysians. If they looked at the news; at what right-wing charlatans and extremist groups are doing and saying; at the daily racial baiting and taunting, they would weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no, we cannot wait for 200 years like the United States of America to expect change because today, the world moves at too fast a pace and we are already lagging. If we don’t change, then we will forever be known as the “the Malaysia that could have been.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once sleeping giants like China and India can transform themselves from two extreme ends of ideology — one the world’s largest communist country, the other, the world’s largest democracy — to seize the opportunities, and from slumbering giants, catapult themselves into the forefront of the world economy; countries once deemed backward like Indonesia and Vietnam are charging ahead; all around us we see that those who dare to take the brave step forward, move forward. So, no, we cannot afford to wait 200 years to realize our dreams of the “Malaysia that should be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating Students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go out into the world today, your Malaysia is different from the Malaysia I grew up in. My Malaysia was the Promised Land; it was a Malaysia where our differences mattered so much less than our similarities and our shared dreams; it was a Malaysia where we ate at each other’s homes, where we played games together, where we grew up together and where we have remained friends even in the winter years of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Malaysia is a different Malaysia. It is a Malaysia which, unfortunately, is today again struggling to find an identity, more than half a century after independence. It is a Malaysia where every day we find our differences accentuated. It is a Malaysia where it seems the spirit of family, of togetherness, of oneness is a spirit which only the twilight generation reminisces about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Malaysia was a Malaysia where we dreamed of venturing out, seeking opportunities and building our homes and prospering our country. Today, my Malaysia is a small part of a global village where opportunities abound in the world around us. In your new world, you are an international citizen, shackled only by the limits you set yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2007 and 2008, almost half a million Malaysians left this country to work abroad. That, respected audience, is almost 2 per cent of our population — and probably accounts for more than five per cent of working professional and skilled Malaysians — a disturbingly large number for a developing country like ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study by the Institute of Gerontology, University of Kuala Lumpur, showed that we are an aging country. The number of older non-working persons in Malaysia doubled from 1980 to the year 2000 from 700,000 people to almost 1.4 million; in 2020, it will be 3.4 million people. Against this backdrop, half a million skilled Malaysians of working age leaving the country is&lt;br /&gt;unsettling. Will we end up being a country of old people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see the phenomena in many small towns and villages in rural Malaysia where the young have left for opportunities in the cities and abroad and their kampongs and home towns become dwellings of old folk. They build a new life and return perhaps for the annual festive holiday or balik kampong, and don’t look back again. Magnify that at the level of our country — if our young and skilled continue to leave for opportunities abroad, is it possible that we, too, could one day become a country for old men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be reasons why Malaysians want to leave such a wonderful country. Could it just be diminishing opportunities here and better opportunities elsewhere? Unhappiness? Politics? Marriage? Discrimination? Or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be an easy decision to leave your country because we are, I am sure, all familiar with the saying: Hujan batu di negeri sendiri lebih baik daripada hujan emas di negeri orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times that I have been abroad on work or leisure for extended periods and I remember how lonely it feels after just a few weeks. That feeling of emptiness is real. And there have been times when I have been to certain countries ravaged by poverty or infighting and war; then, the only thing I want to do is literally kiss the ground the moment I land at KLIA. Why then are people leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people from other countries wanted to come to Malaysia because it was seen as a land of opportunity and a land of promise; a land of honey and sunshine; a land where dreams could come true. That, ladies and gentlemen, was my Malaysia, the Malaysia I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still a great country, and we owe that to our founding fathers but it is a different Malaysia today; a sad Malaysia. In that respect, how could anyone fault you if you say our generation is to be blamed for giving you the Malaysia you inherit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please do not mistake what I am saying. I believe that Malaysia has very good people and God’s given treasures; we can still be a great country - but only if we work towards making it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me now talk about my Malaysia. I wonder how many of you are fans of Lat, the cartoonist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my generation grew up on Lat’s cartoons. He is an extraordinary human being who epitomizes the true Malaysian spirit which, I believe, our forefathers envisaged. In Lat’s cartoons we would always see the portrayal of Malaysian life where all Malaysians worked together, played together and lived together in harmony. But there was one cartoon by Lat two years ago which showed all his multi-racial characters huddled under an umbrella made out of the Malaysian flag; they were taking shelter from politicians, right-wing activists and chauvinists who spewed racial invective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was a sad cartoon. It was a tragedy of the new Malaysia that we live in today. Two years after that cartoon, not much has changed. In fact, if anything, it has become worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true that it was not all glorious sunshine and camaraderie in our country since 1957; and yes, it’s true that we did live through the madness of May 13, 1969. But save for that stint of insanity in our history, we have largely had good years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember the good things we had, the good friends we had and my story is not different from the story of most of us who grew up before and immediately after Independence. The childhood I had in my hometown Kroh (Pengkalan Hulu now) on the border with Thailand, and later in Penang, was similar to that of Lat in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, most of our childhood friends still keep in touch and though we do not meet regularly, we are still friends. You see that in Lat’s cartoons over the last three decades as he rolls out his own life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did we take that wrong turn in nationhood that we ended seeking refuge under the flag? When did racial baiting and taunting become an almost everyday affair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear and Respected Audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think anyone of us can say when we started taking the wrong fork in the road to come to where we are today. Perhaps, the undue obsession with politics over the last decade, perhaps greater awareness of a generation unscarred by the hardships of a post-independence era, perhaps greater and more open access to information, and perhaps more awareness of civil rights and liberties has contributed to accentuating differences. The question is - can we do anything about it? I believe we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in everything, character is normally shaped in our formative years — at home, in our neighborhoods and in schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book Character-Building Thought Power the question is asked whether we have the power to determine at all times what types of habits shall take form in our lives. In other words, is habit-forming, character-building, amatter of mere chance, or do we have it within our own control? The answer is yes, we have, entirely and absolutely. Look at the case of the United States and Martin Luther King Junior. Would anyone in America have thought in 1960 that one day, a black man would be President of that great country and those minorities — blacks, Indians, Hispanics, Chinese and Jews — would occupy senior positions in Government? If there were any, it would have been the most optimistic of `human beings who would have envisioned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book states that there is a simple, natural, and thoroughly scientific method to build character - a method whereby old, undesirable, earth-binding habits can be broken, and new, desirable, heaven-lifting habits can be acquired — a method whereby life can be changed, in part or in its totality, provided one has sufficiently will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to it is thought. Everything you do, every conscious act, is preceded by a thought. Your dominating thoughts determine your dominating actions. Repeated actions crystallize into habit; and the aggregate of your habits is your character. In simpler language, practice makes perfect. If you practice negative acts, for example lying, stealing, cheating, it becomes natural to lie, cheat and steal. But if in your mind, you believe that lying, cheating and stealing are bad, are wrong, and you tend to do the opposite as much as you can, you will become a truthful, honest, do-good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a simple psychological law that any type of thought, if entertained for a sufficient length of time, will, by and by, reach the motor tracks of the brain, and finally burst forth into action. Murder can be and many times is committed in this way, the same as all undesirable things are done. On the other hand, the greatest powers are grown, the most God-like characteristics are engendered, and the most heroic acts are performed in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing clearly to understand is this: That the thought is always parent to the act. In other words, you are what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here let us refer to that law of the mind which says that whenever one does a certain thing in a certain way it is easier to do the same thing in thesame way the next time, and still easier the next, and the next, and the next, until in time it comes to pass that no effort is required, or no effort worth speaking of; but on the contrary, to do the opposite would require the effort. It’s like playing tennis or badminton or football. If you learn to smash correctly, to lob properly, and do it again and again,you will never lose that skill. But if you don’t set your mind to it, and don’t practice, you will never get it right and always leave it to chance, or to a fluke shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus a simple effort to control one’s thoughts, even if at first failure is the result, and even if for a time failure seems to be about the only result, will in time, sooner or later, bring one to the point of easy, full, and complete control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the individual to the society; every earnest effort adds an increment of power that will eventually accomplish society’s objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, allow me to go back to that path we took in our road to nationhood that has led us to where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we subscribe to the belief that thought leads to character building, then how we live with each other in a multi-racial, multi-religious society begins with us, at home, with our children, in the neighborhood we live and in the schools our children go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I grew up at a time when most parents strived to send their children to English medium schools. Although I come from a small rural town my late parents sent my two elder brothers to an English medium school in Baling, Kedah, more than 10 miles away. Today, that distance does not seem very much. But think back 1960 in communist infested jungles around Kroh, narrow winding roads, irregular bus service, not enough trained teachers and you will see what sacrifices our parents made to ensure we received a good and balanced education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character of schools was then different. The students were from all races and denominations; and let’s face it; children are the most innocent and least prejudiced beings in the world. They grow up accepting each other, no matter what their color, no matter what their religion. Those formative years formed our thoughts and our character and thankfully, most of us carried that on into our adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our elders, too, were not as prejudiced, living with each other in mixed neighborhoods, accepting each other’s differences, each other’s cultures and each other’s different beliefs. Sure, it was not all hunky dory but they were, although poorer, a happier society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite that, May 13 happened and it shattered the myth of one happy country and we tried to rebuild ourselves. We had campaigns in earnest such as the “muhibbah” campaign in schools; we had the Rukun Negara; we had Rukun Tetangga; our leaders strived to salvage our shattered dreams and we did recover, largely because it was a societal effort. But there was terrible cost to pay and many people migrated during that period, most, never to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, again, we seem to be taking the wrong path again – churches being burned, mosques and temples desecrated; right wing groups touting race over nationality, threatening those who don’t think like them, discriminating and differentiating…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as a parent of four grown-up and growing children, I want to state that despite trying to put all our prejudices aside, my wife and I found that there were occasions when we were shocked at the things that our children picked up in school. They would utter things in innocence which displayed prejudices we did not impart upon them. It was after a lot of soul searching that we concluded that in our schools today, children were separated because Chinese parents preferred to send their children to Chinese schools, where they felt the education system was better, and, generally, Malay and Indian kids went to national-type schools. That has resulted in unintended consequences where bumiputras are the vast majority in national type schools and the Chinese, the majority in Chinese-type schools. In each environment, those outnumbered felt more comfortable within their own race group, their own silos, and some, across the spectrum, displayed the prejudices that their own parents had. There is something seriously lacking in our education system today; but unfortunately, change has not come despite all the negative fallouts where from young, our children are deprived of growing up in a true Malaysian environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my wife and I knew that we could not change the system, we asked what could we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that it was not easy. We exposed the children to our friends, so much so that many of our old friends and their children, of different racial and religious backgrounds, are also today their friends. We encouraged them to learn about other cultures and other religions as much as we encouraged them to learn about their own religion. We have visited temples and churches in places we have gone to and we did not discourage them from sleeping over at the houses of their friends and vice-versa, no matter what religion, culture or race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we felt we were fighting a losing battle because growing up in the impersonal city is so different from the kampong or small towns where camaraderie is easier, where prejudices are less. But today, that the kids are adults or near adulthood, we are grateful that we persevered because they have grown up shedding prejudices and accepting people as people, rather than as Eurasians, Chinese, Malays or Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also helped that there are many inter-racial marriages within our immediate and extended families and weddings and family get-togethers bring together our Chinese, Kadazan, Indian, Pathan, Iban and Malay relatives. But it has certainly not been a smooth ride because societal pressures have often threatened to derail our own dream of a one Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids were overseas — the two elder ones are back after graduating — my wife and I used to take them and their friends out for dinner. We enjoyed taking them out as well as listening to them talk, and marveled at their innocence, at their inability to grasp why people should look at each other and evaluate each other by race, religion or colour. They are idealistic but I wish that more of us shared this idealism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the children and their friends, I often felt a great sadness because I knew that one day soon enough, they would finish their education, come home to Malaysia, and if things did not change, they, too, would eventually get a little influenced, become a little prejudiced and lose a little of their innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would find it a little disconcerting to be referred to by their race because overseas, they just find comfort in hanging out together; because in their mind, they are just Malaysians in a foreign land. They are not black. They are not white, yellow or brown. They are just Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have become too cynical but I often wonder what people would say if I were to ask them “what race are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my nephew, Johan, for example. My brother’s wife is Chinese. Johan looks every bit a Chinese. What race is he? My wife is of Malay, Gujarati and Sinhalese descent. What race are our children? You will be amazed to know that because of this inability to determine what race we are, my children are deemed to come from different races, as stated on their MyKad. My eldest is listed as a Pakistani; my second and youngest as Malays; and my third child as Indian. I refused to argue with the National Registration Department because as far as I am concerned, my kids are all Malaysians —&lt;br /&gt;first, second, third or last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you other examples. My friend Mervin is a Malayalee who grew up in Kuala Lumpur and Kuantan. He married a Kadazan from Tamparuli in Sabah. They are Catholics and they now live in Hong Kong, hoping to come back in a few years when he retires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter, Natasha, married Reza, a Shia Muslim, originally from Iran, born in Pakistan and who moved to London. Both are working in Singapore now. What race is Natasha and what race would their children be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could talk about Ayub, my Indian Muslim buddy, and Alya Chew, his Chinese wife, or about my friend Tan Sri Bashir Ahmad and his Australian wife; about my cousin Shakeel and his Canadian wife; or his brothers Atique and the late Shamin and their Chinese wives; or my long-time friend Maniam @ Wong Joon San s/o Alagan, a Bahai from Muar, who married his Chinese sweetheart Jenny Tan, and who are staying in Hong Kong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What race are they? What colour are they? Who is the Malaysian? THEY ALL ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Malaysia, Bangsa Malaysia, Middle Malaysia – all these are slogans, designed, I believe, with ostensibly noble intentions. But as long as these slogans and intentions remain on billboards lining the highway from KLIA to Shah Alam; as long as they appear only in advertisements on television and in the newspapers; as long as they remain merely on our lips, we will not achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who among us does not want these dreams achieved? But if we want these dreams to come true, one Malaysia must be in our hearts, not only on our lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating Students, respected audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama said people have a choice — they can either remain as bystanders and go on with their lives and let others talk about the world they want build or they can work towards building that world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been inspired by many of Obama’s speeches. He said, of people who want change, that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout your life, you will face many challenges in seeking change; and there will be many periods when you will be at the crossroads, wondering whether it is worth your while; whether you should not just narrow your interests and get on with your own life than trying to be a crusader for the larger good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I hope you’ll remember, during those times of doubt and frustration, that there is nothing naïve about your impulse to change the world. Because all it takes is one act of service - one blow against injustice - to send forth what Robert Kennedy called that ‘tiny ripple of hope’.  That’s what changes the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never give up. Never allow disappointment to stop you in your tracks. You have to pick yourself up and go on. And if you do that, you will do well by yourself and by your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating students of UTAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generation is fading into the twilight of our sunset years. It is now up to your generation, to transcend this challenge. And you will be doing so in a world that is as different from ours as night is from day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The globalised, interdependent, interconnected era we live in today means that when you leave this hall and set forth on your journey of life, you will do so not as Malays, Chinese, Indians, Punjabis, Ibans or Kadazans. Perhaps not even as Malaysians. You will undertake the journey as GLOBAL citizens, competing and collaborating across communities and across borders. The IT revolution has placed in your hands the tools and the opportunities to fashion this world in line with your own ideals and hopes.&lt;br /&gt;The future is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, having imparted those words of “wisdom”, allow me to relate an old Indian tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said: “My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside&lt;br /&gt;us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee replied: “The one you feed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave this evening, and go on to a new life and new future, just ask yourself one question – which wolf will you feed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my speech, let me come back to Martin Luther King’s dream. Something else that Dr King said perhaps bears context to our Malaysia today. He spoke about the lack of the spirit of human generosity in today’s world and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When we look at modern man, we have to face the fact that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast with a scientific and technological abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve learned to fly the air as birds, we’ve learned to swim the seas as fish, yet we haven’t learned to walk the Earth as brothers and sisters.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go out today and make the Malaysia that should be. It is in your hands how you want to shape our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Datuk Seri Kalimullah Hassan is a veteran journalist who delivered this speech at the UTAR Convocation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3616259787123667762?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3616259787123667762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3616259787123667762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3616259787123667762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3616259787123667762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2010/10/malaysia-that-could-be-kalimullah.html' title='The Malaysia that could be — Kalimullah Hassan August 21, 2010'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7178677362635229587</id><published>2010-09-14T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:11:27.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the Prime Minister of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dear Prime Minister Najib Tun Razak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I write to you as a deeply concerned and saddened citizen of Malaysia .  For most of the 45 years of my life, I have been proud to be Malaysian.  Recently, I have become heartbroken to be Malaysian.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am profoundly grateful to write this with the support of both my local communities in Sabah, Malaysian Borneo and California , U.S.A. , and a larger world community.  That said, I take full ownership of and sole responsibility for the views articulated in this letter; I express them from my stand as a mother, an earth citizen and a leader.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I founded and lead a public charity and non profit organization both in Malaysia and in the U.S. , to bridge between worlds and build partnerships for ecological conservation.  I have been at the front lines of the founding and mobilization of Green SURF (Sabah Unite to RePower the Future), the civil society movement opposing the construction of the 300 megawatt coal-fired power plant in Lahad Datu, Sabah, on the edge of the Coral Triangle, one of three of the world's most bio-diverse ecosystems.  You know.  You signed the 6-nation declaration between Malaysia , Indonesia , Philippines , Papua New Guinea , East Timor and Solomon Islands to collectively protect this 1.6 billion acres of ocean.  You also know of course of your pledge at Copenhagen to reduce carbon emission intensity by up to 40% by 2020.  You likely also know that the plant will displace fishing communities who have been there for a long time - irreparably contaminating their livelihoods forever.  And if you listened, you would also know that they do not want the "development" that your government is imposing on them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the priorities of Green SURF was to study clean energy alternatives to the coal-plant, and propose them to the government.  We collectively invested tremendous time and resources to identify and commission the expertise of Professor Daniel Kammen at Renewable and Appropriate Energy Laboratory of University of California , Berkeley to conduct the Clean Energy Options for Sabah report.  We had no notion of the outcome of the study, and results showed that Sabah is in an exceptional position to shift towards clean energy due to the availability of natural resources.  We are in fact in an opportune position to lead the nation and the region in clean energy - the kind of leadership the world so urgently needs now.  I wonder if you know that Sabah is the last coal power-free frontier of Borneo .  FYI, the 5 core NGOs in Green SURF are amongst the largest, oldest and most recognized conservation groups in Sabah and Malaysia - collectively responsible for most of the conservation work in the nation, with partnerships that span the world. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have tried every avenue available to communicate to you the results of our findings and to engage in discussion about the future of energy for Sabah .  After months of unsuccessful attempts to meet with you, I can only conclude that you do not want to meet with us.  This confuses and disturbs me.  Your words in public are about listening to the rakyat (people) and hearing their views.  A sizeable portion of the rakyat of Sabah has been doing everything within their power to be heard by you.  To no avail.  We have given you the benefit of the doubt that word is not getting to you, and yet we have met with those around you who promised they would convey our message to you.  Many months, memos, reports, letters, faxes, emails and phone calls later, and we have not received a single response from you or any member of your administration.  We also did our best at state level government, and have huge support from within the government but ultimately the message is that this is untouchable because "ini Najib mau" (Najib wants this).  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sir, my most consistent experience of your administration is stone walls, arrogance and insincerity.  I am shocked by the behavior of the leadership of my nation.  I find it patronizing, archaic, oppressive, blatantly and self-righteously elitist and top-down.  I do not experience your administration as democratic, transparent, open, accountable or responsible.  There is a deep incongruence between what you are projecting externally and what we have experienced internally.  I can only surmise that you intentionally run your administration in this manner.  Otherwise, it would mean that your leadership is incompetent and ineffective.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am angry, and I am not willing to accept systemic disempowerment of our people.  I am writing this open letter as a last resort.  Sabahans are speaking up because we are deeply troubled and scared about the fate of our ecological and cultural legacy, and what we will be able to hand down to our future generations.  Please show true leadership and listen.  You and your administration have much to do to regain a modicum of respect amongst many Sabahans.  If 1Malaysia is more than a PR campaign and is truly intended "to provide a free and open forum to discuss the things that matter deeply to us as a Nation", please walk your talk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely, for the children,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Clare Ong Gaik Suan&lt;br /&gt;IC# 650423 12 5708&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;c.c. United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-moon&lt;br /&gt;United Nations General Assembly&lt;br /&gt;Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights&lt;br /&gt;Human Rights Watch&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty International&lt;br /&gt;The Parliament of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Suhakam - Human Rights Commission of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Professor Daniel Kammen, Renewable and Appropriate Energy Laboratory, University of California , Berkeley , U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;FaceBook, Twitter, blogs and websites&lt;br /&gt;Local, national and international mainstream and alternative media&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Universal Declaration of Human Rights&lt;br /&gt;(passed by United Nations General Assembly, 1948)&lt;br /&gt;Article 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * (1) Everyone has the right to take part in the government of his country, directly or through freely chosen representatives.&lt;br /&gt;    * (2) Everyone has the right of equal access to public service in his country.&lt;br /&gt;    * (3) The 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href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2010/06/insight-sabah-environment-university-in_03.html' title='Insight Sabah - Environment - A university in a rainforest'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1719405131459863842</id><published>2009-10-13T15:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:42:04.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokok Durian Ajaib!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Kita mungkin biasa nampak buah durian di atas pokok, tapi pernah kah anda melihat durian berbuah dibawah pokok?....heheh... kalau tidak percayah... lihatlah sendiri....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzFN9nQtI/AAAAAAAAAzg/DtglOwnZF_M/s1600-h/Durian+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391990818609775314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzFN9nQtI/AAAAAAAAAzg/DtglOwnZF_M/s400/Durian+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzE-5YleI/AAAAAAAAAzY/FmxgSuEsbf8/s1600-h/Durian+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391990814565504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzE-5YleI/AAAAAAAAAzY/FmxgSuEsbf8/s400/Durian+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzEc7Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/z0NlQ4fkTIg/s1600-h/Durian+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391990805446100930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzEc7Jh8I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/z0NlQ4fkTIg/s400/Durian+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzD0ruezI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xqPgeqvNMlg/s1600-h/Durian+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391990794643995442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzD0ruezI/AAAAAAAAAzI/xqPgeqvNMlg/s400/Durian+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQyTjdMHgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2qKF-pTb0gw/s1600-h/Durian+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989965385899522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQyTjdMHgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2qKF-pTb0gw/s400/Durian+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQyTd6lQxI/AAAAAAAAAy4/KIQOqcuy6A4/s1600-h/Durian+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989963898569490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQyTd6lQxI/AAAAAAAAAy4/KIQOqcuy6A4/s400/Durian+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQySZQBNDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/o71zx3nacxo/s1600-h/Durian+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989945466434610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQySZQBNDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/o71zx3nacxo/s400/Durian+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQySHyrK2I/AAAAAAAAAyg/jVO0x7nlh-o/s1600-h/Durian+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989940779952994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQySHyrK2I/AAAAAAAAAyg/jVO0x7nlh-o/s400/Durian+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQx4em1mQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VZFdjptNj_s/s1600-h/Durian+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989500227721474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQx4em1mQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VZFdjptNj_s/s400/Durian+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQx3wDjqlI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lhoCqNFQvYs/s1600-h/Durian+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989487731714642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQx3wDjqlI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lhoCqNFQvYs/s400/Durian+10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQxnk-irPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8A82yvxLW8w/s1600-h/Durian+11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989209879981298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQxnk-irPI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8A82yvxLW8w/s400/Durian+11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQxnE1qKWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Ls0ueulVYuc/s1600-h/Durian+12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391989201252788578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQxnE1qKWI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Ls0ueulVYuc/s400/Durian+12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam tidak boleh dipercayai kan...tapi Percayalah..... sebenarnya durian ini dikenali sebagai Durian Kura-Kura atau nama saintifiknya Durio Testudinarium. Durian ini tumbuh secara liar di hutan borneo dan setakat ini tidak dipastikan sama ada durian ini ada ditanam secara komersial or persendirian. Menurut sumber rasanya tidaklah semanis seperti durian biasa tetapi baunya lebih kuat (menyengat) daripada durian biasa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;"&gt;sumber: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tradewindsfruit.com/kura_kura.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.tradewindsfruit.com/kura_kura.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1719405131459863842?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1719405131459863842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1719405131459863842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1719405131459863842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1719405131459863842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/10/pokok-durian-ajaib.html' title='Pokok Durian Ajaib!!!!!!'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/StQzFN9nQtI/AAAAAAAAAzg/DtglOwnZF_M/s72-c/Durian+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3603339706780185858</id><published>2009-09-25T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:58:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Padah Marah</title><content type='html'>Bila kita balik kerja  8 jam  ke 12 jam tentu letih sampai rumah ingat&lt;br /&gt;nak rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi anak pulak buat hal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah.....marah mcm mana sekalipun, jgnlah bertindak keterlaluan..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepasang suami isteri - seperti pasangan lain di kota-kota besar -&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan anak-anak diasuh pembantu rumah semasa keluar bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;Anak tunggal pasangan ini, perempuan berusia tiga setengah tahun..&lt;br /&gt;Bersendirian di rumah dia kerap dibiarkan pembantunya yang sibuk&lt;br /&gt;bekerja bermain diluar, tetapi pintu pagar tetap dikunci. Bermainlah dia&lt;br /&gt;sama ada berbuai-buai di atas buaian yang dibeli bapanya, ataupun memetik&lt;br /&gt;bunga raya, bunga kertas dan lain-lain di laman rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari dia terjumpa sebatang paku karat. Dia pun melakar simen&lt;br /&gt;tempat letak kereta ayahnya tetapi kerana diperbuat daripada&lt;br /&gt;marmar,lakaran tidak kelihatan. Dicubanya pada kereta baru ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ya... kerana kereta itu bewarna gelap, lakarannya jelas.Apa lagi kanak-kanak ini pun&lt;br /&gt;melakarlah melahirkan kreativitinya. Hari itu bapa dan ibunya bermotosikal ke&lt;br /&gt;tempat kerja kerana laluannya sesak sempena perayaan Thaipusam.&lt;br /&gt;Penuh sebelah kanan dia beredar ke sebelah kiri kereta. Dilakarnya&lt;br /&gt;gambar ibu dan ayahnya, gambarnya sendiri, lukisan ayam, kucing dan&lt;br /&gt;sebagainya mengikut imaginasinya. Kejadian itu langsung tak disedari si pembantu rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang petang itu, terkejut badaklah pasangan itu melihat kereta&lt;br /&gt;yang baru setahun dibeli dengan bayaran ansuran, berbatik-batik. Si&lt;br /&gt;bapa yang belum pun masuk ke rumah terus menjerit, "Siapa punya kerja ni?" Pembantu&lt;br /&gt;rumah yang tersentak dengan jeritan itu berlari keluar. Dia juga beristighfar. Mukanya merah padam ketakutan tambah-tambah melihat wajah bengis tuannya. Sekali lagi diajukan ertanyaan keras kepadanya, dia terus mengatakan "Tak tahu... !" "Duduk di rumah sepanjang hari tak tahu, apa kau buat?" herdik si isteri lagi. Si anak yang mendengar suara ayahnya, tiba-tiba berlari keluar dari bilik. Dengan penuh manja dia berkata "Ita buat ayahhh.... cantik kan !"&lt;br /&gt;katanya menerkam ayahnya ingin bermanja seperti selalu. Si ayah yang hilang sabar merentap ranting kecil pokok bunga raya di depannya, terus dipukul bertalu-talu tapak tangan anaknya. Si anak yang tak mengerti apa-apa terlolong-lolong kesakitan sekaligus ketakutan. Puas memukul tapak tangan, si ayah memukul pula belakang tangan anaknya. Si ibu cuma mendiamkan&lt;br /&gt;diri, mungkin setuju dan berasa puas dengan hukuman yang dikenakan. Pembantu rumah melopong, tak tahu nak buat apa-apa. Si bapa cukup rakus memukul-mukul tangan kanan dan kemudian tangan kiri anaknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas si bapa masuk ke rumah dituruti si ibu, pembantu rumah menggendong anak kecil itu, membawanya ke bilik. Dilihatnya tapak tangan dan belakang tangan si anak kecil calar balar.&lt;br /&gt;Pembantu rumah memandikan anak kecil itu. Sambil menyiram air sambil dia menangis. Anak kecil itu pula terjerit-jerit menahan kepedihan sebaik calar-balar itu terkena air. Si pembantu rumah kemudian menidurkan anak kecil itu. Si bapa sengaja membiarkan anak itu tidur bersama pembantu rumah. Keesokkan harinya, kedua-dua belah tangan si anak bengkak.. Pembantu rumah mengadu. "Sapukan minyak gamat tu!" balas tuannya, bapa si anak. Pulang dari kerja, dia tidak melayan anak kecil itu yang menghabiskan masa di bilik pembantu. Si bapa konon mahu mengajar anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga hari berlalu, si ayah langsung tidak menjenguk anaknya sementara si ibu juga begitu tetapi setiap hari bertanya kepada pembantu rumah. "Ita demam... " jawap pembantunya ringkas.&lt;br /&gt;"Bagi minum panadol tu," balas si ibu.. Sebelum si ibu masuk bilik tidur dia menjenguk bilik pembantunya. Apabila dilihat anaknya Ita dalam pelukan pembantu rumah, dia menutup semula pintu. Masuk hari keempat, pembantu rumah memberitahu tuannya bahawa suhu&lt;br /&gt;badan Ita terlalu panas. "Petang nanti kita bawa ke klinik. Pukul 5.00 siap" kata majikannya&lt;br /&gt;itu. Sampai waktunya si anak yang longlai dibawa ke klinik. Doktor mengarahnya ia dirujuk ke hospital kerana keadaannya serius. Setelah seminggu di wad pediatrik doktor memanggil bapa dan ibu kanak-kanak itu. "Tiada pilihan..." katanya yang mencadangkan agar kedua-dua tangan&lt;br /&gt;kanak-kanak itu dipotong kerana gangren yang terjadi sudah terlalu teruk. "Ia sudah bernanah, demi nyawanya tangan perlu dipotong dari siku ke bawah" kata doktor. Si bapa dan ibu bagaikan terkena halilintar mendengar kata-kata itu.&lt;br /&gt;Terasa diri tunggang terbalik, tapi apalah dapat dikatakan. Si ibu meraung merangkul si anak. Dengan berat hati dan lelehan air mata isterinya, si bapa terketar-ketar menandatangani surat kebenaran pembedahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dari bilik pembedahan, selepas ubat bius yang dikenakan habis, si anak menangis kesakitan. Dia juga terpinga-pinga melihat kedua-dua tangannya berbalut putih. Direnung muka ayah dan ibunya. Kemudian ke wajah pembantu rumah. Dia mengerutkan dahi melihat mereka semua menangis.. Dalam seksaan menahan sakit, si anak yang keletah bersuara dalam&lt;br /&gt;linangan air mata.. "Abah.. Mama... Ita tak buat lagi. Ita tak mau ayah pukul. Ita tak mau jahat. Ita sayang abah.. sayang mama." katanya berulang kali membuatkan si ibu gagal menahan rasa.&lt;br /&gt;"Ita juga sayang Kak Narti.." katanya memandang wajah pembantu rumah, sekaligus membuatkan gadis dari Surabaya itu meraung seperti histeria. "Abah.. bagilah balik tangan Ita. Buat apa ambil... Ita janji tak buat lagi! Ita nak makan macam mana? Nak main macam mana? Ita janji tak conteng kereta lagi," katanya bertalu-talu. Bagaikan gugur jantung si ibu  mendengar kata-kata anaknya. Meraung dia sekuat hati namun takdir yang sudah terjadi, tiada&lt;br /&gt;manusia dapat menahannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan sedih........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dah dapat pengajaran... kan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila balik nanti tengok la anak-anak anda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mana yang lebih berharga.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have A Wonderfulday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3603339706780185858?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3603339706780185858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3603339706780185858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3603339706780185858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3603339706780185858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/09/padah-marah.html' title='Padah Marah'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8008988513303294656</id><published>2009-06-19T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:11:42.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>My Bro Special Day's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw23Z1enI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Sp_CPWgUxbI/s1600-h/Put+Blog+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw23Z1enI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Sp_CPWgUxbI/s400/Put+Blog+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348852332831799922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulation to both of you.... May you marrige last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw2bOcyGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3fceQC3ab2c/s1600-h/Put+Blog+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw2bOcyGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/3fceQC3ab2c/s400/Put+Blog+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348852325267851362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this photo..on the way to bride's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw2AstSKI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Y2mT2mfjtcw/s1600-h/Put+Blog+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw2AstSKI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Y2mT2mfjtcw/s400/Put+Blog+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348852318147004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keluarga lelaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw11lCorI/AAAAAAAAAxg/s9jKT_lcXTA/s1600-h/Put+Blog+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw11lCorI/AAAAAAAAAxg/s9jKT_lcXTA/s400/Put+Blog+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348852315162059442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keluarga perempuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8008988513303294656?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8008988513303294656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8008988513303294656&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8008988513303294656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8008988513303294656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bro-special-days.html' title='My Bro Special Day&apos;s...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sjrw23Z1enI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Sp_CPWgUxbI/s72-c/Put+Blog+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-23651545150754370</id><published>2009-05-19T09:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:04:10.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>Memoir..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/ShIS1nQ_JQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/XlL0z761WBY/s1600-h/DSC_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/ShIS1nQ_JQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/XlL0z761WBY/s400/DSC_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337349220670055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just want to share the photo that i taken as a souvenior to our Ministry of Energy, Green Technology and Water (KTTHA) during His visit to my Department on 23rd April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/ShIVxaML7SI/AAAAAAAAAxI/-6qkEBfvbbw/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/ShIVxaML7SI/AAAAAAAAAxI/-6qkEBfvbbw/s400/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337352446975667490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Left; My Ketua Pengarah Tn.Hj Mohd Akhir Md. Jiwa, KSU Dato' Dr. Halim Man, Menteri KTTHA YB Datuk Peter Chin Fah Kui, Tim. Menteri KTTHA YB. Noriah Kasnon dan yg kicik n separuh ja tu... 'Datin' Siti Barlianton Ahmand Baghdad (jiran sblh di ofice..ekekek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-23651545150754370?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/23651545150754370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=23651545150754370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/23651545150754370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/23651545150754370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/05/memoir.html' title='Memoir..'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/ShIS1nQ_JQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/XlL0z761WBY/s72-c/DSC_0721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8272197216502593679</id><published>2009-05-09T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:11:32.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'SIN'</title><content type='html'>What is the essence of sin? How does the Bible define it? &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/bible?language=english&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;passage=1John+3:4"&gt;First John 3:4&lt;/a&gt; (NIV) states: "Everyone who sins breaks the law; in fact, sin is lawlessness." The New Living Translation reads "Sin opposes the law," while the traditional KJV rendering defines sin as "transgression of the law." But it is not just any law that humanity has broken-it is God's law. Humans have rebelled against their Maker, pretending that they themselves are the measure of all things rather than in humble trust submitting to the wisdom and love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God punish Adam and Eve for what seemed to be an insignificant matter? It may have seemed unimportant, but there was a crucial principle involved. "There was nothing poisonous in the fruit itself, and the sin was not merely in yielding to appetite. It was distrust of God's goodness, disbelief of His word, and rejection of His authority, that made our first parents transgressors, and that brought into the world a knowledge of evil. It was this that opened the door to every species of falsehood and error."—Ellen G. White, Education, p. 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has done for us all that infinite love could. In return He asks of us love and obedience. In a time in which the world is plagued by rampant lawlessness and a relativistic philosophy—which claims that good and evil depend simply on cultural circumstances and communal and personal preferences—there must and will be a people who will staunchly defend God's standard of holiness, the Ten Commandments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8272197216502593679?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8272197216502593679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8272197216502593679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8272197216502593679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8272197216502593679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/05/sin.html' title='&apos;SIN&apos;'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3993711648594471505</id><published>2009-05-05T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:11:20.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lates Fashion On Stage... Who Wanna Try?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeT5KJyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qJW7Acpegr4/s1600-h/fire+5"&gt;Recently happened in Singapore Fire Fashion Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeT5KJyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qJW7Acpegr4/s1600-h/fire+5"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeT5KJyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/qJW7Acpegr4/s400/fire+5" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263579054384930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeTbbHEI/AAAAAAAAAww/i--rcXtOiZM/s1600-h/fire+4"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeTbbHEI/AAAAAAAAAww/i--rcXtOiZM/s400/fire+4" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263578929667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeF6OCgI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Oq34kz96_wg/s1600-h/fire+3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABeF6OCgI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Oq34kz96_wg/s400/fire+3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263575300737538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABd0D7JmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/63oLDg2dZ3M/s1600-h/fire+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABd0D7JmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/63oLDg2dZ3M/s400/fire+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263570509604450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABd_GT_JI/AAAAAAAAAwY/o-czl9FCYQc/s1600-h/Fire1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SgABd_GT_JI/AAAAAAAAAwY/o-czl9FCYQc/s400/Fire1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332263573472410770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kalau la jumpa orang macam ni sedang jalan2 apa la korg buat?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3993711648594471505?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3993711648594471505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3993711648594471505&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3993711648594471505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3993711648594471505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/05/lates-fasion-on-stage-who-wanna-try.html' title='Lates Fashion On Stage... 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Dan kita mengambil tindakan-tindakan berdasarkan kehendak semua kumpulan etnik dalam negara kita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;- Ini bukan bererti kita mengenepikan dasar afirmatif, dasar untuk menolong kaum bumiputera asalkan dasar itu dilaksanakan dengan cara yang adil dan memberi pertimbangan kepada golongan bumiputera yang layak mendapat sesuatu pertimbangan daripada kerajaan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;- Biar kita keluar daripada cara bertindak dalam tembok etnik yang kita amalkan sejak sekian lama. Itu juga pada saya maksud konsep Satu Malaysia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;SAYA telah mempengerusikan mesyuarat Kabinet yang pertama pagi ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Antara perkara yang saya telah tekankan pada mesyuarat pagi ini, supaya barisan Jemaah Menteri yang baru dapat memenuhi harapan rakyat yang begitu tinggi, di mana Jemaah Menteri perlu menepati apa yang diharapkan rakyat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Saya menggariskan empat perkara. Integriti, kebolehan, kesetiaan dan kesungguhan. Kabinet perlu berteraskan kepada Kabinet yang dekat di hati rakyat, mesra rakyat, sanggup turun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;padang&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; menyingsing lengan dan melakukan perkara yang boleh mengukuhkan lagi kepercayaan dan keyakinan rakyat terhadap kerajaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Saya telah nyatakan dalam persekitaran politik hari ini, rakyat semakin kritikal. Oleh itu, kita tak boleh anggap ini sebagai perkara biasa tetapi mesti mempamerkan barisan kepimpinan yang sanggup melakukan perubahan dan pembaharuan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Sehubungan ini, saya telah menyatakan betapa pentingnya Jemaah Menteri untuk berurusan dengan semua lapisan masyarakat. Kita tak boleh anggap kerajaan tahu segalanya. Kita perlu membuka pintu kepada dialog dan perbincangan dengan pelbagai kumpulan supaya keputusan yang dibuat kerajaan nanti merupakan keputusan yang benar-benar bersandarkan kepada kehendak rakyat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Saya juga ingatkan ahli Kabinet supaya tidak dianggap sebagai kerajaan yang memihak kepada mana-mana kumpulan istimewa khusus (special interest group) atau mana-mana badan korporat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Walaupun amat penting untuk melaksanakan dasar-dasar yang mesra kepada sektor swasta tetapi kesudahannya kita mesti ambil apa-apa keputusan bersandarkan kepentingan rakyat pada keseluruhan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Saya juga telah menyebut tentang pencapaian yang diharapkan oleh rakyat bahawasanya rakyat tidak mahu mendengar sesuatu yang kita janjikan atau sesuatu diumumkan. Rakyat mengharapkan pelaksanaan secepat mungkin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Oleh itu, pendekatan KPI akan dilaksanakan di mana pihak Khazanah telah ditetapkan sebagai badan untuk membantu kerajaan menggubal KPI dalam tempoh sebulan. Saya telah berjumpa Ketua Eksekutifnya, Tan Sri Azman Mokhtar untuk menempatkan bilangan tenaga yang mencukupi untuk melaksanakan penggubalan KPI ini dalam tempoh tersebut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Di samping itu, KPI ini juga akan melibatkan pembahagian tugas kepada timbalan menteri secara tersusun. Setiap timbalan menteri akan diberi bidang tugas supaya timbalan-timbalan menteri dapat menyumbang kepada tindakan dan pelaksanaan yang dilakukan kerajaan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Semua menteri akan dinilai prestasi masing-masing dalam tempoh enam bulan. Saya telah tetapkan pada bulan November nanti kita akan lakukan proses penilaian atas prestasi dan pencapaian setiap menteri dan kementerian.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Ada juga pandangan bahawa sesetengah keputusan itu merupakan keputusan yang merentasi beberapa kementerian yang tak boleh dikhususkan kepada satu kementerian sahaja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Kita akan ambil kira perkara ini. Yakni kalau kita menentukan KPI, ia akan mengambil kira mana yang boleh kita khususkan kepada sebuah kementerian dan mana yang perlu kita ambil kira peranan yang dimainkan kementerian lain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Dengan adanya sistem KPI ini, saya percaya prestasi kerajaan, pencapaian kerajaan, insya-Allah akan bertambah baik dan berkesan lagi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Saya juga mengingatkan, bahawa rakyat hari ini mengharapkan pendekatan yang berbeza. Dan kita tidak perlu kepada pendekatan yang terlalu mementingkan luaran (ritual) ataupun kedudukan kita sebagai anggota pentadbiran. Tetapi kita mesti sensitif dengan pandangan rakyat dalam apa juga yang kita lakukan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Saya bagi contoh, kalau kita hendak promosi pelancongan misalnya Pulau Langkawi. Apabila kita buat papan iklan, tak payahlah kita letakkan gambar Perdana Menteri dan menteri berkenaan sebagai sebahagian daripada kandungan papan iklan tersebut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Dan kalau ada hari-hari tertentu kita buat sepanduk, banting dan sebagainya, tak payahlah gambar menteri atau Perdana Menteri ditonjolkan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Kita nak tunjukkan yang kita tak penting kepada perkara seperti ini. Yang penting ialah untuk menunjukkan bahawa kita sebuah kerajaan mesra rakyat dan pentingkan kepentingan rakyat lebih daripada kedudukan dan jawatan yang ada pada kita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;SOALAN: Mengenai penyusunan agensi ada dijelaskan (dalam mesyuarat Kabinet)?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;Saya sudah buat keputusan dan JPM akan keluarkan kenyataan. Tidak ada masalah apabila sesuatu kementerian dibubarkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Misalnya Kementerian Pembangunan Usahawan dan Koperasi (MeCD). Ini kerana agensinya tetap tidak dibubarkan. Ia ditempatkan di bawah kementerian lain yang akan melaksanakan tugas seperti biasa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Seperti Majlis Amanah Rakyat (Mara), kita kembalikan agensi itu kepada Kementerian Kemajuan Luar Bandar dan Wilayah. Pada masa dulu, agensi itu di kementerian tersebut juga. Ketika zaman Tun Ghafar Baba, Mara di bawah kementerian berkenaan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Dan, Menteri Luar Bandar sekarang adalah seorang Naib Presiden UMNO (Datuk Seri Mohd. Shafie Apdal). Takkan dia tak boleh kita harap, untuk laksanakan program Mara umpamanya. Jadi, saya tak nampak polemik tentang pemansuhan kementerian ini sebagai sesuatu yang patut dijadikan isu. Ini sebenarnya usaha kita untuk mewujudkan kerajaan yang lebih kecil dan efisien.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Ada disentuh mengenai Majlis Penasihat Ekonomi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Ya, saya ada bayangkan. Tapi perincian termasuk mengenai pengerusinya akan saya umumkan kemudian. Saya terangkan kenapa Majlis Penasihat Ekonomi ini diwujudkan. Saya akan pilih hari lain untuk terangkan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Apa tindakan selanjutnya jika ada menteri yang berada di bawah tahap memuaskan apabila penilaian dilakukan November ini?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Saya percaya menteri-menteri sedar bahawa masa depan kerajaan bergantung kepada pencapaian mereka berdasarkan KPI. Mereka tahu bahawa mereka mesti ambil serius apa yang patut dilakukan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Jadi, saya berkeyakinan mereka mampu melaksanakan tanggungjawab yang telah diberi. Penilaian itu bukanlah satu kaedah bersifat pemantauan semata-mata tetapi satu cara untuk membantu menteri-menteri berkenaan jika mereka hadapi hambatan yang kerana keputusan dibuat oleh kementerian yang lain umpamanya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Jadi kita boleh gunakan masa penilaian itu untuk menyelesaikan kekangan dari segi pelaksanaan dan pencapaian kementerian mereka. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Pihak mana akan melakukan penilaian berkenaan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Penilaian itu akan dibuat oleh sebuah unit di bawah JPM yang akan menilainya bersama-sama ICU. Mereka akan lihat pencapaiannya. Dan, apabila saya bincang dengan menteri berkenaan, menteri berkenaan akan bentang juga apa yang mereka telah buat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Sama-samalah kita bincang nanti dan kita tengok apa yang mereka lakukan dalam tempoh enam bulan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="SV"&gt;Dahulu kerajaan juga ada sistem report card, tapi nampaknya ia tak berkesan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;KPI ini kita ada sistem. Kalau kita buat satu-satu keputusan, ia mesti didokong oleh sistem yang diwujudkan. Jadi kita sudah wujudkan sistem. Ini bukan saja keputusan tapi disokong dengan sistem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Sistem itu ialah, pertamanya Khazanah mainkan peranan. Saya sudah wujudkan tuntutan menteri berkenaan di bawah JPM dan ICU akan main peranan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Jadi kita ambil pendekatan bersistematik. Kalau kita hendak buat sesuatu ia mesti berasaskan sistematik. Jika tidak, ia akan dilihat retorik. Ia mesti didokong dengan sistem yang bersesuaian. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Ini bukan seperti biasa tetapi sesuatu yang berbeza sebab saya sudah janjikan pembaharuan. Saya komited kepada rakyat untuk bawa pembaharuan dan saya serius untuk bawa perubahan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Boleh komen mengenai rasa kecewa masyarakat India mengenai bilangan dalam Kabinet?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Yang paling penting ialah apa yang kerajaan akan buat untuk komuniti India. Kita akan buat apa yang termampu untuk komuniti India, ini bukan satu isu besar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Boleh gambarkan suasana mesyuarat Kabinet yang pertama dipengerusikan Datuk Seri hari ini?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Saya rasa elok tanya pada menteri lain tentang apa yang mereka rasa (ketawa kecil). Pada saya ia berjalan baik. Maknanya saya kata, saya punya kesimpulan berilah yang terbaik, sumbanglah yang terbaik untuk negara. Itu mesej utama saya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: justify; line-height: 15.6pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;" lang="FI"&gt;Selain itu, saya kata penting untuk mereka mendapatkan kepuasan kerja. Kita pun nak bina semangat kerjasama di kalangan barisan Kabinet. Satu keluarga yang boleh sokong antara satu sama lain. Yang penting kita boleh laksanakan dengan jaya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1266304545705064214?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1266304545705064214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1266304545705064214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1266304545705064214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1266304545705064214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/04/najib-perjelas-gagasan-satu-malaysia.html' title='Najib perjelas gagasan Satu Malaysia'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7344415887624756478</id><published>2009-04-21T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:12:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How expensive is our "SHIT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Se1LXcAGajI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AUXIL6_jJkw/s1600-h/Loji+Pantai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326996800274852402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Se1LXcAGajI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AUXIL6_jJkw/s400/Loji+Pantai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was assingned to take picture of Pantai Sewerage Treatment Plant (STP) becouse the picture that taken before is not achived the quality needed to print 16"x18" size. This picture will be given as a souvenir to our new appointed Ministry. We choose this picture as it's show our nature of works, to built sewerage treatment plant for public confort and health. For some of you who didn't know what is STP, it's a plant that treated the water discharged from you house (mainly at town) including water from the toilet, bath room and kitchen. This sewerage must be treated before discharged into the river or sea so that it contain no harmfull to environment and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is one of the few new latest technology build in our country and we are among the leader in this industry in SEA after Singapore. And how much is the cost?... before you can make a guess let me tell you that people who recieved this accomadation only pay rm8 for a month and you know that it's the cheepest in the world? Maybe it's not suprise you becouse you didn't know the cost of the whole process, right? But i bet you'll be suprise once you know. This plant is connected with a sewer tunel with the size that can fit 4 or 6 rapid bus and it undernet KL City. So most of KL folks 'dirt' (shit) are flowing in this tunnel to the STP. So how much is the cost? If I tell you it is about half a billon RM, can you believe it? well believe it.. and we had another plant like this in Penang that cost almost RM1B. We are not talking about the operational cost that reach hundreds thousand per month. What amaze me the most is... there are so many people who refused to pay the rm8 per month tarif and even worst they requested for more reduction.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, remember every time you seat and relieve you self at the toilet bowl, you 'dirt' will undergo a very expensive journey just to make sure you have a healthly environment. And please..PAY YOU BILL... to make sure this process will continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7344415887624756478?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7344415887624756478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7344415887624756478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7344415887624756478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7344415887624756478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-expensive-is-our-shit.html' title='How expensive is our &quot;SHIT&quot;'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Se1LXcAGajI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AUXIL6_jJkw/s72-c/Loji+Pantai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3552192984136727596</id><published>2009-04-17T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:24:16.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mei 29    : Sabah here i'm home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei 30    : Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei 31     : - At friend house for inquiry on her wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;                        - doing some siteseeing and landscape photography&lt;br /&gt;                        - Fishing (klu sempat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 1        : Working my 1st task as wedding photographer (my kazen wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 2        : Outdoor after wedding portraiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 3        : Photo editing... afternoon p main snooker at goshen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 4        : Working my 2nd task as wedding photographer (my Bro wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 5        : Photo editing and doing some request family photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 6        : Church and Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 7        : - Going to Tamu&lt;br /&gt;                   - (maybe my 3rd task on wedding photographer at friend weeding)&lt;br /&gt;                       - Fishing with Marudu Caster.. (harap2 dpt..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 8       : Rest and prepare for KL return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun 9      : Depart to my second home... uwahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3552192984136727596?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3552192984136727596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3552192984136727596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3552192984136727596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3552192984136727596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-schedule.html' title='My Schedule'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7181121207526480682</id><published>2009-03-30T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:24:52.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Love to Someone Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying. "Just take care of my eyes dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;"  &gt; This is how human brain changes when the status changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;"  &gt;there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is A Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;"  &gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:green;"  &gt;one maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;Live it&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;EMBRACE IT&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And while you are at it give love to someone today&lt;br /&gt;Love someone with what you do and the words you say&lt;br /&gt;Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden&lt;br /&gt;So give it away "Give Love to someone today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7181121207526480682?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7181121207526480682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7181121207526480682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7181121207526480682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7181121207526480682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/03/give-love-to-someone-today.html' title='Give Love to Someone Today'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8419834463161106636</id><published>2009-03-24T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:50:18.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail Kepada Menteri2 dari Sabah &amp; Sarawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Kehadapan YB Datuk ; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya adalah mewakili penjawat-penjawat awam yang berasal  dari Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak dan bertugas di Semananjung &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Saya amat mengharapkan  pertolongan dari YB Datuk agar dapat melihat masalah yang dihadapi oleh  penjawat-penjawat awam dari Sabah dan &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sarawak&lt;/st1:place&gt;  yang berkhidmat di bumi Semenanjung ini. Kami Cuma ingin meminta penjelasan  daripada pihak kerjaan mengapa kami penjawat awam yang berasal dari Sabah dan  Sarawak dan berkhidmat di Semenanjung tidak mendapat Elaun Perumahan Wilayah  (EPW) yang sama seperti penjawat awam yang berasal dari semenanjung dan  berkhidmat di Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak? Mengapa EPW kami jauh lebih rendah (sehingga  lebih rm500 perbezaan mengikut tempat) sedangkan kos sara hidup di Semenanjung  terutamanya di Bandar-bandar besar seperti &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kuala  Lumpur&lt;/st1:City&gt;, Penang dan Johor Bahru jauh lebih tinggi berbanding kos sara  hidup di Sabah &amp;amp; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sarawak&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Mengapa tidak  diseleraskan elaun ini agar kami penjawat awam dari Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak tidak  terasa seperti penjawat awam KELAS DUA di Negara sendiri? Adakah penjawat awam  dari semananjung lebih baik atau berkualiti dari Penjawat Awam dari Sabah &amp;amp;  Sarawak sehinggakan mereka diberi EPW yang tinggi? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Kami juga ingin bertanyakan kenapa kami tidak layak  mendapat elaun COLA sedangkan tujuan elaun tersebut adalah untuk meringankan  beban bagi penjawat-penjawat awam yang bertugas di bandar-bandar besar yang kos  sara hidup semakin hari semakin tinggi. Alasan yang mengatakan sebab kami telah  mendapat EPW adalah sangat tidak logik. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Oleh itu amatlah diharapkan agar pihak YB Datuk yang  dapat memberi perhatian terhadap perkara ini agar nasib kami penjawat-penjawat  awam dari Sabah dan Sarawak yang berkhidmat di Semanjung &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dapat  pembelaan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="SV"&gt;Sekian dan terima Kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: email yg sya telah kirim awal tahun 2008. dan mcm biasalah no respond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8419834463161106636?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8419834463161106636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8419834463161106636&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8419834463161106636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8419834463161106636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-mail-kepada-menteri2-dari-sabah.html' title='E-mail Kepada Menteri2 dari Sabah &amp; Sarawak'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8384813736528719664</id><published>2009-03-18T08:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:56:17.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengapa Yahudi Bijak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hari ini saya berfikir-fikir apa yg harus sya post di blog ini. Actually terlalu banyak yg ingin sya kongsikan bersama-sama dari topik kesihatan sehingga lah politik. Tapi susah klu mengharap online di office ja selalu ada gangguan sehinggakan idea tu terbantut. So kali ini sya cuma kongsikan suatu email yg sya terima hari ini dan sya rasa bagus juga untuk kita baca dan pertimbangkan dalam kehidupan kita. Enjoy it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Setelah berada 3 tahun di Israel kerana menjalani housemanship dibeberapa hospital disana, ada beberapa perkara yang menarik dapat saya perhatikan untuk dijadikan tesis ini, iaitu "Mengapa Yahudi Bijak?". Memang tidak dapat dinafikan ramai cendikiawan berbangsa Yahudi, dari segala bidang, Engineering, musik, saintis dan yang paling hebat ialah bidang perniagaan, dimana ia memang paling tersohor. Hampir 70% perniagaan di dunia dikuasai oleh kaum Yahudi, dari kosmetik, pakaian, pemakanan, senjata, perhotelan, perfileman diHollywood dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika tahun kedua, akhir bulan December 1980 dan sedang saya menghitung hari untuk pulang ke California saya terfikir apakah sebab nya kaum Yahudi begitu pintar? Kenapa tuhan memberi kelebihan kepada mereka? Apakah ini suatu kebetulan? Atau olah manusia sendiri? Adakah bijak boleh dijana? Seperti kilang pengeluaran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka saya pon tergerak membuat tesis untuk Phd saya, disamping kebaikan untuk umat sejagat dan dapat hidup secara harmoni. Untuk pengetahuan anda tesis yang saya lakukan ini mengambil masa hampir lapan tahun, ini kerana untuk mengumpulkan data-data yang setepat mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara data-data yang saya kumpulkan ialah pemakanan, adat resam, ugama, persiapan awal untuk melahirkan zuriat dan sebagainya dan data data tadi saya cuba bandingkan dengan bangsa dan kaum kaum lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita mulakan dengan persiapan awal melahirkan zuriat. Di Israel, setelah mengetahui yang sang ibu sedang mengandung, pertama kali saya perhatikan ialah, sang ibu akan sering menyanyi dan bermain piano dan si ibu dan bapa akan membeli buku metamatik dan menyelesaikan masalah metamatik bersama suami, saya sungguh hairan kerana teman saya yang mengandung sering membawa buku metamatik dan bertanya kepada saya beberapa soalan yang beliau tak dapat menyelesaikanya, oleh kerana saya memang minat tentang metamatik, tentu saja dengan senang saya bantu beliau. Saya bertanya kepada beliau, adakah ini untuk anak kamu? Beliau menjawab, "ia, ini untuk anak saya yang masih didalam kandungan, saya sedang melatih otak beliau, semuga ia menjadi genius apabila dewasa kelak" Perkara ini membuat saya tertarik untuk mengikut perkembangan beliau seterusnya. Berbalik kepada metamatik tadi, tanpa merasa jenoh beliau membuat latihan metamatik sehingga beliau melahirkan anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperkara lagi yang saya perhatikan ialah pemakanan beliau, sejak awal mengandung beliau gemar sekali memakan kacang badam dan korma bersama susu, dan untuk tengah hari makan utama beliau ialah roti dan ikan tanpa kepala bersama salad yang digaul dengan badam dan berbagai jenis kekacang, menurut beliau daging ikan sungguh baik untuk perkembangan otak dan kepala ikan mengandungi kimia yang tidak baik yang dapat merosakkan pengembangan dan penumbuhan otak anak didalam kandungan. menurut beliau ini adalah adat orang orang yahudi ketika mengandung dan ianya menjadi semacam kewajipan untuk ibu ibu yang sedang mengandung mengambil pil minyak ikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika saya diundang untuk makan malam bersama orang orang Yahudi, perkara pertama yang saya perhatikan ialah menu mereka. Setiap undangan yg sama perhatikan ialah mereka gemar sekali memakan ikan (hanya isi atau fillet) dan biasanya daging tidak akan ada bersama dimeja jika ada ikan, menurut mereka, campuran daging dan ikan tak elok dimakan bersama. Salad dan&lt;br /&gt;kacang adalah suatu kemestian, terutama badam. Seperkara yang pelik ialah mereka akan memakan buah buahan dahulu sebelum memakan hidangan utama. Jangan terperanjat jika anda diundang kerumah Yahudi anda akan dihidangkan buah buahan dahulu. Menurut mereka, dengan memakan hidangan kabohidrat (nasi atau roti) dahulu kemudian buah buahan, ini akan menyebabkan kita merasa ngantuk dan lemah dan payah untuk memahami pelajaran disekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Israel, merokok adalah taboo, apabila anda diundang makan dirumah Yahudi, jangan sekali kali merokok, dan tanpa malu mereka akan menyuruh anda keluar dari rumah mereka dam merokok diluar rumah mereka. Menurut saintis di Universiti Israel, siasatan menunjukkan nikotin dapat merosakkan sel utama pada otak manusia dan akan melekat pada genes, ini bermakna keturunan perokok bakal membawa generasi yg cacat otak ( bodoh atau lembab). Suatu penemuan yg dahsyat ditemui oleh saintis yg mendalami bidang genes dan DNA. Para perokok harap ambil perhatian. (Ironi nya, pemilik pengeluar rokok terbesar adalah ?? tekalah sendiri..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhatian saya selanjutnya ialah melawati tadika mereka, Pemakanan anak anak tadi cukup dikawal, makanan awal ialah buah buahan bersama kacang badam, diikuti dengan menelan pil minyak ikan (code oil lever) Didalam pengamatan saya, kanak Yahudi sungguh bijak dan rata rata mereka memahami 3 bahasa iaitu Hebrew, Arab dan Inggeris dan sedari awal lagi mereka telah dilatih bermain piano dan violin, ini adalah suatu kewajipan. Menurut mereka bermain musik dan memahami nota notanya dapat meningkatkan lagi IQ kanak kanak dan sudah tentu bakal menjadikan budak itu bijak. Ini menurut saintis Yahudi, gegaran musik dapat stimulate (semacam senaman untuk otak) maka itu terdapat ramai sekali genius musik terdiri dari kaum Yahudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya ke darjah 1 hingga 6, anak anak Yahudi akan diajar metamatik berkonsepkan perniagaan dan pelajaran sains amatlah diberi keutamaan. Di dalam perhatian peribadi saya, perbandingan dengan anak anak di California, ianya jauh berbeza tentang IQ dan boleh saya katakan 6 tahun kebelakang!!!. Segala pelajaran akan dengan mudah di tangkap oleh anak Yahudi. Selain dari pelajaran tadi sukan juga menjadi kewajipan bagi mereka dan sukan yg diberi keutamaan ialah memanah, menembak dan berlari, menurut teman saya ini, memanah dan menembak dapat melatih otak mem fokus sesuatu perkara disamping mempermudahkan persiapan untuk perhidmatan negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya pemerhatian saya menuju ke sekolah tinggi (menengah) disini murid murid ditekan dengan pelajaran mata sains dan mereka digalakkan mencipta produk, segala projek mereka walaupon kadangkala kelihatannya lucu dan mengarut, tetap diteliti dengan serius apatah lagi ianya berupa senjata, perubatan dan engineering, idea itu akan dibawa ke institute tinggi di Politeknik dan Universiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi yg di beri keutamaan ialah fakulti perniagaan. Saya sungguh terperanjat melihat mereka begitu agresif dan seriusnya mereka tentang perniagaan. Diakhir tahun diuniversiti, para penuntut dibidang niaga dikehendaki melakukan projek dan memperaktik kanya dan anda hanya akan lulus jika kumpulan anda(10 pelajar setiap kumpulan) dapat keuntungan sebanyak $US1juta! Anda terperanjat? Itulah kenyataan, dengan rangkaian seluruh dunia dan ditaja sepenuhnya oleh syarikat milik Yahudi, maka tidak hairanlah mereka dapat menguasai ½ perniagaan didunia! Siapakah yg mencipta design Levis yg terkini? Ianya dicipta di Universiti Israel oleh fakulti bisnes dan fesyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah anda melihat cara orang Yahudi melakukan ibadah mereka? Salah satu caranya ialah dengan menggoyangkan kepala mereka, menurut mereka ini dapat mengaktifkan otak mereka dan menambahkan oksijan dikepala, banyak ugama lain di Timur Tengah, seperti Islam juga ada menyuruh umatnya menunduk atau menggoyangkan kepala, ini guna dapat mensimulasikan otak kita supaya bertambah aktif. Lihat orang orang Jepun, mereka sering menunduk nundukkan kepala dan ianya sebagai adat. Ramai orang orang Jepun yg pandai? Adakah ianya sebagai kebetulan? Kegemaran mereka ialah sushi (ikan mentah). Adakah ini kebetulan? Fikirkanlah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berpusat di New York, Dewan perniagaan Yahudi bersedia membantu mereka yg berminat untuk melakukan bisnes (sudah tentu untuk Yahudi sahaja) jika mereka ada idea yg bernas, jawatan kuasa akan memberi pinjaman tanpa faedah dan pentadbir dari jawatan kuasa tadi akan bekerjasama dengan anda untuk memastikan yg perniagaan mereka menurut landasan yg betul. Maka itu lahirlah Starbuck, Dell comptr, Cocacola, DKNY, Oracle, Perfileman di Hollywood, Levis, Dunkin Donut dan ada beratus kedai ternama dibawah naungan dewan perniagaan Yahudi di New York. Graduan Yahudi dari fakulti perubatan New York akan disarankan untuk mendaftar dipersatuan ini dan digalakkan memulakan klinik mereka sendiri dengan bantuan wang tanpa faedah, barulah saya tahu mengapa hospital di New York dan California sentiasa kekurangan doktor pakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulanya, pada teori saya, melahirkan anak dan keturunan yg bijak boleh dilaksanakan dan tentunya bukan semalaman, ianya memerlukan masa, beberapa jenerasi mungkin? Persiapan awal adalah ketika sang ibu mengandung, galakkanlah siibu melakukan latihan metamatik yg mudah tetapi konsisten disamping mendengar musik klasik. Seterusnya ubahlah cara pemakanan, makanlah makanan yg elok dan berhasiat yg baik untuk otak, menghayati musik sejak kecil adalah baik sekali untuk penumbuhan otak kanak kanak, dengan bermain piano dan violin sudah tentu dapat melatih anak anak mencerdaskan otak mereka demikian juga sukan yg memerlukan konsetrasi yg tinggi, seperti memanah, bola keranjang, dart dan menembak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merokok menjanjikan jenerasi yg moron (goblok) dan sudah tentu genes bodoh akan mengikut ke jenerasi siperokok. Lawatan saya ke Singapore pada tahun 2005 amat memeranjatkan sekali, disini perokok seperti dianak tirikan dan begitu susah sekali untuk perokok dan anda tahu berapa harga sekotak rokok? US$ 7 !!! ini bersamaan perbelanjaan sehari untuk makan anda!! Saya puji sekali sikap pemerintah Singapore dan menkjubkan sekali!!! dan seperti Israel ianya begitu taboo dan cara pentadbiran dan segi pembelajaran mereka hampir serupa dengan Israel, maka itu saya lihat banyak institusi pelajaran mereka bertaraf dunia walaupon hakikat nya negeri Singapore hanyalah sebuah pulau sebesar Manhattan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda mungkin muskil, benarkah merokok dapat melahirkan jenerasi goblok, saya telah menemui beberapa bukti menyokong teori ini. Lihat saja Indonesia, jika anda ke Jakarta, dimana saja anda berada, dari restoran, teater, kebun bunga hingga kemusium hidung anda akan segera terbau asak rokok! Dan harga rokok? Cuma US$ .70cts !!! dan hasilnya? Dengan&lt;br /&gt;penduduknya berjumlah jutaan orang berapa banyak kah universiti terdapat disana? Hasil apakah yg dapat dibanggakan? Teknologi? Jauh sekali. Adakah mereka dapat berbahasa selain dari bahasa mereka sendiri? Mengapa mereka begitu sukar sekali menguasai bahasa Inggeris? Ditangga berapakah kedudukan mereka di pertandingan metamatik sedunia? Adakah ini bukan&lt;br /&gt;akibat merokok? Anda fikirlah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tesis saya ini, saya tidak akan menimbulkan soal ugama atau bangsa, adakah Yahudi itu zalim sehingga diusir dari semenjak zaman Paraoh hingga ke Hitler, bagi saya itu isu politik dan survival, yg ingin saya ketengahkan ialah, mampu kah kita dapat melahirkan jenerasi yg bijak&lt;br /&gt;seperti Yahudi? Jawabanya ialah mungkin dan tidak mustahil dan ianya memerlukan perubahan, dari segi pemakanan dan cara mendididik anak dan saya kira hanya memerlukan 3 jenerasi sahaja. Ini dapat saya lihat sendiri tentang cucu saya, ini setelah saya mengajar anak saya melalui program yg telah saya nyatakan diatas tadi, pada umur 9 tahun (cucu saya) dia dapat menulis esay sepanjang 5 mukasurat penuh. Esay nya hanyalah mengenai Mengapa saya gemarkan tomato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat sejahtera dan semuga kita dapat melahirkan manusia yg bijak dan bersifat mulia untuk kebaikan manusia sejagat tanpa mengenal batasan bangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Stephen Carr Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8384813736528719664?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8384813736528719664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8384813736528719664&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8384813736528719664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8384813736528719664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/03/mengapa-yahudi-bijak.html' title='Mengapa Yahudi Bijak?'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2844179415730671982</id><published>2009-03-04T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:03:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Oriental Beauty Pagent 2009 (Sabah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just want to share some glimps of Miss Oriental at D'Junction, KK last week and to show how beautiful our people are. Sadly I can't go coz....well stuck with works and too far la. So just follow the event from friends at Sabahan Photographer on Facebook. And the photo that i posted here is taken by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=1008463865&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;Nasier Lee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x-_V2umI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tNH2fNRmUsk/s1600-h/Miss+Oriental+Beauty+Pagent+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x-_V2umI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tNH2fNRmUsk/s400/Miss+Oriental+Beauty+Pagent+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165600196967010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left: Lyora Kok, Kay Marylyn Madonna, Jaywalker Jane, Madona Nandu, Pearl Dianne, Kim Stan, Crystel Eve, Kimmy Majalap, Eva Chong Fui Fui, unknow(sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x_SWhP2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/eu_-hBEUTYQ/s1600-h/Pearl+Dianne,+Kim+Stan,+Crystel+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x_SWhP2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/eu_-hBEUTYQ/s400/Pearl+Dianne,+Kim+Stan,+Crystel+Eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165605300027234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Left: 1st runner up: Pearl Dianne, Winner: Kim Stan and 2nd runner up: Crystel Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3yALKWNSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/i0XyLalN79w/s1600-h/Kim+Stan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3yALKWNSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/i0XyLalN79w/s400/Kim+Stan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165620549793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim Stan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x_tE2kYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/scoS1JLy7j4/s1600-h/Pearl+Dianne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x_tE2kYI/AAAAAAAAAvg/scoS1JLy7j4/s400/Pearl+Dianne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165612473684354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pearl Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x_yqtEGI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ts5Lo0by-2U/s1600-h/Crystel+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x_yqtEGI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Ts5Lo0by-2U/s400/Crystel+Eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309165613974622306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystel Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3ye6csNqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/cBBho1Rpl-A/s1600-h/Kimmy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3ye6csNqI/AAAAAAAAAwA/cBBho1Rpl-A/s400/Kimmy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166148639274658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimmy Majalap, Last year winner of Miss Oriental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3ye8HmgMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/_uFk8QsjL3o/s1600-h/Kimmy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3ye8HmgMI/AAAAAAAAAv4/_uFk8QsjL3o/s400/Kimmy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166149087690946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also win the Female Icon last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3yfDB5N6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/TwdlQPKU2tk/s1600-h/Crystel+Eve,+Padwick+Cazsew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3yfDB5N6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/TwdlQPKU2tk/s400/Crystel+Eve,+Padwick+Cazsew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309166150942799778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystel Eve also bag the Miss Photogenic. Next to her (Padwick Cazsie) is one of the judge who made her name as a model abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2844179415730671982?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2844179415730671982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2844179415730671982&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2844179415730671982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2844179415730671982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-oriental-beauty-pagent-2009-sabah.html' title='Miss Oriental Beauty Pagent 2009 (Sabah)'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Sa3x-_V2umI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/tNH2fNRmUsk/s72-c/Miss+Oriental+Beauty+Pagent+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-137362345580048203</id><published>2009-03-04T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:32:08.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Dengue Fever Remedy (Ubat Demam Denggi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; got this information thru email, so i also not sure how true it is. But one for sure I like the young papaya leaves. It's one of our (dusun) traditional food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dengue Fever Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share this interesting discovery from a classmate's son who has just recovered from dengue fever. Apparently, his son was in the critical stage at the ICU when his blood platelet count dropped to 15 after 15 liters of blood transfusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father was so worried that he sought another friend's advice and his son was saved. He confessed to me that he give his son raw juice of papaya leaves. From a pallet count of 45 after 20 liters of blood transfusion, after drinking the raw papaya leaf juice, his pallet count jumped instantly to 135. Even the doctors and nurses were surprised. After the second day he was discharged. He asked me to pass this good news around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly it is raw papaya leaves, 2 pieces just cleaned, pounded and squeezed with filter cloth. You will only get one tablespoon per leaf. So two tablespoons per serving once a day. Do not boil or cook or rinse with hot water, it will lose its strength. Only the leafy part and no stem or sap.. It is very bitter and you have to swallow it like 'Wong Low Kat'. But it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Papaya Leaves Juice - Cure for Dengue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine had dengue last year. It was a very serious situation for her as her platelet count had dropped to 28,000 after 3 days in hospital and water started to fill up her lungs. She had difficulty in breathing. She was only 32-year old. Doctor said there's no cure for dengue. We just had to wait for her body immune system to build up resistance against dengue and fight its own battle. She already had 2 blood transfusions and all of us were praying very hard as her platelet continued to drop since the first day she was admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately her mother-in-law heard that papaya juice would help to reduce the fever and got some papaya leaves, pounded them and squeeze the juice out for her. The next day, her platelet count started to increase, her fever subsided. We continued to feed her with papaya juice and she recovered after 3 days!!! Amazing but it's true. I found that it's also good when one is having sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spread the news about this as lately there are many dengue cases. It's great if such natural cure could help to ease the sufferings of dengue patients. Furthermore it's so easily available. Blend them and squeeze the juice! It's simple and miraculously effective!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Please pass this around to as many contacts as possible cos it may save someones lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-137362345580048203?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/137362345580048203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=137362345580048203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/137362345580048203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/137362345580048203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/03/dengue-fever-remedy-ubat-demam-denggi.html' title='Dengue Fever Remedy (Ubat Demam Denggi)'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5756634478002420275</id><published>2009-03-02T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:00:14.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odoi Oduu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya baru selesai menonton filem pendek '&lt;a href="http://kirana.astro.com.my/index.php?component=custom_pages&amp;amp;load=bargraph&amp;amp;act=displayvideos&amp;amp;video_id=7"&gt;Odoi Odu'&lt;/a&gt; yg memenangi 4 anugerah utama sempena Astro Kirana Short Filem Award. Sya tergerak untuk menonton filem pendek ini setelah menonton malam anugerah tersebut. Ingin mengetahui apa yg cuba disampaikan oleh filem ini sehingga boleh memenagi ketegori Filem Terbaik, Pengarah Terbaik, Cerita Terbaik dan Lakonan terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah buat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farizie Bin Morinding&lt;/span&gt;, seorang lagi anak Sabah yang berjaya mengangkat martabat Negeri Sabah dalam bidang seni di peringkat kebangsaan. Kejayaan ini sekali gus dapat membuka mata ramai orang terutama yang selama ini menganggap orang2 Sabah sebagai golongan kelas ke-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita yang disampaikan cukup ringkas tetapi padat dan sangat sinonom dengan kehidupan org2 tua di Sabah. Walaupun hanya sebilangan kecil yg kehidupannya seperti yg digambarkan dalam filem ini, namun memang ada. Saya teringat nenek sya sebelah bapa sya, yang hidup kesorangan selama beberapa tahun selepas kematian datuk sya. Walaupun tidak lah seteruk 'Odu' dalam filem ini kerana masi ada anak2 dan cucu-cicitnya (termasuk lah saya) datang melawat dan tidak dianggap 'mulau' (gila) namun kebanyakan masanya dihabiskan seorg diri. Apa yg saya sangat kagum ialah 'survival' untuk meneruskan hidup tanpa mengharap pertolongan org lain sgt la tinggi (seperti dlm filem ini). Bayangkan pada usia yg sgt tua (bongkok 7 &amp;amp; bertongkat) namun masi lagi pergi 'mindahu' (kerja di kebun), menyediakan makan sendiri, menjualkan hasil tanaman dan oleh itu masih ada pendapatan sendiri. Berkali juga diberi nasihat agar tidak perlu lagi bekerja kerana anak2 boleh menjaga beliau, namun dia mengatakan 'au ako no menusah dikoyu ong korikot tadau kapatai ku'  (saya tidak mahu menyusahkan kamu bila tiba hari kematian ku). Dan memang betul kerana dia suda menyediakan wang yg lebih dari mencukupi untuk hari 'pemergiaannya'. Malah didapati terdapat beribu lagi wang yg dia simpan di bawah tilam tempat dia tidur. Sungguh menakjubkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya berfikir kalau nenek tua seperti ini masih sanggup berjuang sendirian tidak mahu mengalah dan ingin terus menikmati kehidupan tanpa mengeluh dan memberi banyak alasan untuk tidak berusaha, kenapa tidak kita orang muda, yang pernah ke sekolah, yang pandai membaca, menulis dan terdedah dengan banyak teknologi moden namun masih mengeluh dan menyalahkan pihak lain kerana kekurangan dan kesusahan yang kita alami??.. Bukan kah kita perlu bertanggungjawb terhadap kehidupan sendiri dan dengan itu perlu melakukan apa yg terdaya dan terfikir untuk mendapatkan kehidupan yg diinginkan? Saya percaya apa juga yg kita miliki hasil dari kudrat dan titik peluh kita akan memberi kepuasan yg sangat2 walaupun tidak hebat, mewah atau menawan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Amat bangga melihat anak dusun berpakaian tradisi naik ke pentas dan menerima Anugerah Utama dan ditontoni di seluruh Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     : Klik pada 'Odoi Odu' untuk menonton sendiri filem tersebut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5756634478002420275?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5756634478002420275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5756634478002420275&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5756634478002420275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5756634478002420275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/03/odoi-oduu.html' title='Odoi Oduu'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-554934866084928794</id><published>2009-02-26T09:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:14:27.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Untuk Relax Minda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="blocked::http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Xwob/~3/546725801/2009_02_01_archive.html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Xwob/~3/546725801/2009_02_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Catatan Harian Isteri dan Suami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 24 Feb 2009 07:10 PM CST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumitnya seorang isteri, dan simplenya seorang suami...jadinya kena selalu berfikiran positif...barulah tercipta rumahku shurgaku! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BUKU HARIAN ISTERI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Malam Minggu - Dia berkelakuan aneh. Sebelumnya kami berjanji bertemu di Cafe. Aku shopping seharian dengan kawan-kawan, sehingga mungkin dia kesal karena aku agak lewat sampai di Cafe, tapi dia tak bercakap. Dia tak bercakap langsung, jadi aku ajak dia pergi ke tempat yang agak sunyi supaya kami dapat berbincang, dia setuju tapi tetap diam membisu. Aku tanya apa yang salah - dia jawab, "Tak ada". Aku tanyakan apakah kesalahan ku yang membuatnya kesal. Dia kata hal ini tak ada kaitannya dengan ku dan minta aku tak usah sibuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam perjalanan pulang, ku katakan aku mencintainya, dia cuma tersenyum tipis dan tetap membisu. Aku tak dapat menjelaskan perangainya petang itu. Aku tak habis-habis berfikir kenapa dia tak menjawab, "Aku cinta kamu juga". Sesampainya dirumah, aku merasa kehilangan dia, dan seolah-olah dia tak menghendaki ku lagi. Dia hanya duduk dan nonton depan TV; dia terlihat jauh dan menghilang..... Akhirnya aku putuskan untuk tidur. Lebih kurang 10 minit kemudian, dia masuk ke kamar. Aku tak tahan lagi, ku putuskan untuk menghadapinya dan menanyakan soal sebenarnya, tapi dia langsung tertidur. Aku mulai menangis sampai tertidur. Aku tak tahu apa yang harus ku lakukan. Hidupku terasa bergoncang.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;BUKU HARIAN SUAMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini REAL MADRID kalah. SIALLLLL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;----sumbangan: liza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-554934866084928794?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/554934866084928794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=554934866084928794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/554934866084928794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/554934866084928794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/02/cerita-untuk-relax-minda.html' title='Cerita Untuk Relax Minda...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4619701929523715266</id><published>2009-02-25T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:27:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Perkara Perjanjian Sabah Menyertai Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agreement was written for the main purpose of safeguarding the interests, rights, and the autonomy of the people of Sabah upon entering the federation of Malaysia. It was originally envisaged that Sabah be one of the four entities in the federation, the others being Malaya, Singapore, and Sarawak. However as times passed, Sabah and Sarawak has ended up being merely one of the 13 states in the federation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The position today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There has been numerous calls for the agreement to be reviewed to take into account social, economic, and political changes over time.[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 1: Religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While there was no objection to Islam being the national religion of Malaysia there should be no State religion in North Borneo, and the provisions relating to Islam in the present Constitution of Malaya should not apply to North Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 2: Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Malay should be the national language of the Federation&lt;br /&gt;b. English should continue to be used for a period of 10 years after Malaysia Day&lt;br /&gt;c. English should be an official language of North Borneo for all purposes, State or Federal, without limitation of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 3: Constitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whilst accepting that the present Constitution of the Federation of Malaya should form the basis of the Constitution of Malaysia, the Constitution of Malaysia should be a completely new document drafted and agreed in the light of a free association of states and should not be a series of amendments to a Constitution drafted and agreed by different states in totally different circumstances. A new Constitution for North Borneo (Sabah) was of course essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 4: Head of Federation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Head of State in North Borneo should not be eligible for election as Head of the Federation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 5: Name of Federation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Malaysia” but not “Melayu Raya”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 6: Immigration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Control over immigration into any part of Malaysia from outside should rest with the Central Government but entry into North Borneo should also require the approval of the State Government. The Federal Government should not be able to veto the entry of persons into North Borneo for State Government purposes except on strictly security grounds. North Borneo should have unfettered control over the movements of persons other than those in Federal Government employ from other parts of Malaysia into North Borneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 7: Right of Secession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There should be no right to secede from the Federation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 8: Borneanisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Borneanisation of the public service should proceed as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 9: British Officers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every effort should be made to encourage British Officers to remain in the public service until their places can be taken by suitably qualified people from North Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 10: Citizenship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recommendation in paragraph 148(k) of the Report of the Cobbold Commission should govern the citizenship rights in the Federation of North Borneo subject to the following amendments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) sub-paragraph (i) should not contain the proviso as to five years residence&lt;br /&gt;b) in order to tie up with our law, sub-paragraph (ii)(a) should read “7 out of 10 years” instead of “8 out of 10 years”&lt;br /&gt;c) sub-paragraph (iii) should not contain any restriction tied to the citizenship of parents – a person born in North Borneo after Malaysia must be federal citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 11: Tariffs and Finance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Borneo should retain control of its own finance, development and tariff, and should have the right to work up its own taxation and to raise loans on its own credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 12: Special position of indigenous races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In principle, the indigenous races of North Borneo should enjoy special rights analogous to those enjoyed by Malays in Malaya, but the present Malays’ formula in this regard is not necessarily applicable in North Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 13: State Government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a) the Prime Minister should be elected by unofficial members of Legislative Council&lt;br /&gt;b) There should be a proper Ministerial system in North Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 14: Transitional period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be seven years and during such period legislative power must be left with the State of North Borneo by the Constitution and not be merely delegated to the State Government by the Federal Government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 15: Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The existing educational system of North Borneo should be maintained and for this reason it should be under state control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 16: Constitutional safeguards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No amendment modification or withdrawal of any special safeguard granted to North Borneo should be made by the Central Government without the positive concurrence of the Government of the State of North Borneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of amending the Constitution of the State of North Borneo should belong exclusively to the people in the state. (Note: The United Party, The Democratic Party and the Pasok Momogun Party considered that a three-fourth majority would be required in order to effect any amendment to the Federal and State Constitutions whereas the UNKO and USNO considered a two-thirds majority would be sufficient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 17: Representation in Federal Parliament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This should take account not only of the population of North Borneo but also of its seize and potentialities and in any case should not be less than that of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 18: Name of Head of State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yang di-Pertua Negara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 19: Name of State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Point 20: Land, Forests, Local Government, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The provisions in the Constitution of the Federation in respect of the powers of the National Land Council should not apply in North Borneo. Likewise, the National Council for Local Government should not apply in North Borneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/20-point_agreement_(Sabah"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/20-point_agreement_(Sabah&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4619701929523715266?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4619701929523715266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4619701929523715266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4619701929523715266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4619701929523715266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/02/20-perkara-perjanjian-sabah-menyertai.html' title='20 Perkara Perjanjian Sabah Menyertai Malaysia'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-738203743180930885</id><published>2009-02-25T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:11:56.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sejarah Perlu Diperbetulkan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Saya sgt tertarik dengan entry yang ditulis oleh Larry Ralon dari Daily Express yang bertajuk "Sejarah Perlu Diperbetulkan". Di sini saya sertakan sedikit tulisan beliau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"...Anggota Parlimen Sepangar, Datuk Eric Majimbun berkata,agak menyedihkan apabila melihat remaja lelaki di Sabah keluar televisyen mengucapkan Hari Merdeka yang ke-51 kepada Malaysia sedangkan ia merupakan ulang tahun kemerdekaan ke-51 untuk Malaya. Sabah (Borneo Utara) hanya mencapai kemerdekaannya 45tahun lalu dan bersama-sama Sarawak, Singapura dan Malaya (Persekutuan 11 buah negeri di Semenanjung) kemudian membentuk Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Satu lagi fakta sejarah yang juga perlu diperbetulkan ialah Sabah, Sarawak dan Singapura bukannya menyertai Malaya untuk membentuk Malaysia tetapi kita bersama-sama membentuk Malaysia. Kita bukannya salah sebuah negeri di bawah Malaysia tetapi kita adalah satu pertiga dari Malaysia”, katanya. Beliau berkata, Sabah, Sarawak dan Malaya sepatutnya rakan kongsi yang membentuk Malaysia dan “Kita bukannya menyertai Malaya untuk membentuk Malaysia. Jadi Sabah tidak sepatutnya negeri dalam Malaya atau salah sebuah daripada 11 negeri dalam Malaya.”.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ini merupakan sesuatu yang baru bagi saya kerana pertama kali saya mendengar tentang perkara ini. Selanjutnya sya membaca komen2 dari artikel ini dan sya sangat tertarik dengan komen dari Tompios. Mari kita baca bersama-sama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"...Tompios Says: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September 3rd, 2008 at 3:04 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah bagusnya jika cerita kedai kopi ini kita awali dengan tiga pertanyaan asas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bila sebenarnya negeri sabah ini merdeka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Bagaimana sabah boleh tergabung di dalam Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Adakah Sabah ini sepatutnya disebut Negeri atau Negara? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga soalan asas ini WAJIB DIJAWAB dan DIKETAHUI umum khususnya rakyat negeri sabah. Tanpa wujudnya niat untuk menimbulkan rasa sentimen kepada mana-mana pihak, kita perlu objektif dan berani mengakui tentang hakikat sejarah negeri sabah kerana kitalah yang sepatutnya menceritakan perkara sebenar sabah ini kepada rakyat Malaysia dan juga masyarakat luar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah menjadi satu pembohongan besar bagi para pemimpin negara ini khususnya, apabila tidak menjelaskan tentang fakta sejarah yang sebenarnya. Selama ini kita difahamkan melalui buku-buku pelajaran sejarah di sekolah tetapi sungguh disesalkan, mengapa tidak ditemukan tajuk tajuk sejarah yang berkaitan dengan Perkara 20, Hak dan keistemewaan kaum pribumi sabah dan perkara-perkara yang melibatkan Hak Sabah dalam Penggabungan Malaysia. Mengapa rakyat sabah dibutakan daripada pengetahuan sejarah negeri yang sebenarnya? Adakah sejarah itu merupakan satu ancaman kepada ahli-ahli politik Negara ataukah memang di dalam sistem pemerintahan BN khususnya, terdapat unsur penjajahan minda yang bakal merosak pemikiran rakyat khususnya di sabah dan Sarawak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebagai rakyat sabah, dan rakyat Malaysia, saya berpendapat bahawa sangat tidak wajar bagi kerajaan melakukan penyembunyian fakta ini. Bagaimana hendak menanamkan rasa nasionalis bangsa jika fakta tidak disampaikan secara telus? Bagaimana hendak melahirkan insan Malaysia yang patriotik jika sejarah negeri sendiri pun tidak faham hal sebenar? Untuk itu, mari kita kongsi bersama apa sebenarnya hakikat sejarah negeri sabah. Sebelum itu sekali lagi saya tegaskan bahawa ini adalah perkongsian ilmu tentang fakta negeri sabah dan tidak ada niat untuk sengaja menimbulkan sentimen kepada mana-mana pihak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Bila sebenarnya negeri sabah ini merdeka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabah mencapai kemerdekaan pada 31 Ogos 1963. Sekali lagi saya sebut, pada 31 Ogos 1963. Ketika menyambut hari bersejarah ini, antara pemimpin-pemimpin negara yang turut hadir menjadi saksi kemerdekaan sabah ialah ialah Tunku Abdul Rahman, Lee Kuan Yew, Donald Stephen, Mustafa Harun, Stephen Kalong Ningkan, pemimpin-pemimpin British dan lain-lain lagi. Bagi mengumumkan kemerdekaan sabah, maka Gubernur Borneo Utara (Sabah) ketika itu iaitu Sir William Goode, menyatakan secara rasmi “ …..Hari ini adalah hari bersejarah untuk negeri sabah, ia menandakan bermulanya pemerintahan sendiri dan kemerdekaan serta berakhirnya perjanjian” (Sabah Times, Jesselton, 31 Ogos 1963.Dalam ucapan mulia gubernur tersebut, dapatlah ditarik tiga inti utama iaitu:i). Bermulanya pemerintahan sendiri;ii). Kemerdekaan;iii). Berakhirnya perjanjian, iaitu perjanjian dengan pihak British.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bagaimana sabah boleh tergabung di dalam Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas sabah merdeka di bawah British pada 31 Ogos 1963, maka Tunku Abdul Rahman membawa misi ke Borneo untuk mengajak Sabah dan Sarawak turut bergabung dengan Malaya, selain Singapura untuk membentuk Kerajaan Persekutuan. Tawaran Tunku Abdul Rahman ini diterima oleh pemimpin-pemimpin Borneo Utara (Sabah) ketika itu DENGAN SYARAT bahawa harus ada 20 ISI PERJANJIAN antara Tunku Abdul Rahman selaku Perdana Menteri ketika itu, dengan para pemimpin sabah yang mewakili seluruh etnik di sabah. Perjanjian itu pun di materai bersama dengan nama PERJANJIAN 20 PERKARA, yakni terdapat 20 Perkara Utama yang sangat mendasar serta sebab utama mengapa sabah menyetujui tawaran Tunku Abdul Rahman ketika itu. Setelah ditandatangani perseujuan bersama, maka Sabah, secara sah bergabung dengan Malaya pada 16 September 1963. Tepatnya, penggabungan tersebut adalah ‘Bergabung Dengan Syarat’. Keseluruhan isi kandung 20 perkara tersebut adalah merujuk kepada Hak dan keistemewaan bagi rakyat dan negeri sabah sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Adakah Sabah ini sepatutnya disebut Negeri atau Negara?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlu anda ketahui bahawa, di dalam kandungan 20 Perkara, Sabah menurut Perkara 4 (1) dan Perkara 5(1) (a-b), menyatakan bahawa Sabah adalah Negara. Perkara 18 pula iatu tentang nama ketua negeri, disebut bahawa Nama Ketua Negeri ialah Yang Dipertuan Negara, bukannya Yang Dipertua Negeri. Oleh sebab itu, sejak sabah merdeka pada 31 Ogos 1963 sampai 16 September 1963, Sabah adalah sebuah NEGARA. Sabah, Sarawak, Singapura dan Malaya akhirnya Berjaya bergabung bersama lalu membentuk Kerajaan yang disebut MALAYSIA namun singapura tidak kekal dan bertindak keluar daripada Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah fakta sejarah sabah. Kenapa para sejarawan negara kita tidak menyatakan perkara ini secara jujur dalam tulisan-tulisan mereka? Kenapa perlu disembunyikan? Kalau pihak Putra Jaya tidak dapat menerima hal ini, kenapa rakyat sabah tidak diajak berbincang secara diplomasi untuk memperbaiki atau mencari kesepakatan bersama. Kenapa bila rakyat sabah bercakap pasal Perkara 20 ini dianggap terlalu sensitif? Bahkan di zaman rejim Mahathir dulu, siapa cakap pasal Perkara 20 langsung disumbat dalam ISA. Waktu menandatangani Perjanjian ini dulu tidak dianggap sensitif, tapi kenapa sekarang rakyat sabah minta dikaji semula hak-hak tersebut, lalu dianggap sensitif, malah lebih parah lagi bila rakyat sabah dibutakan daripada fakta sejarah negeri sabah sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai rakyat sabah, dan juga rakyat Malaysia, tidak salah rasanya jika saya menyeru kepada semua pihak, baik para pemimpin negeri dan juga pemimpin pusat, tolong jangan hipokrit dalam menyatakan kebenaran. Jangan juga menipu tentang hal sebenar. Ayuh!! Katakan saja sejujurnya…biar rakyat tahu tentang sejarah yang betul. Kami rakyat sabah siap menerima segala bentuk perbincangan asalkan kami tidak dibohongi seperti ini. Mungkinkah ini yang disebut sebagai……penjajahan minda!!!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jangan sesekali menyimpan barang busuk, sekali waktu akan tercium juga”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Saya juga sangat tertarik dengan komen saudara Eugen berkaitan dengan Bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa kebangsaan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eugene Says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://sabahanblog.com/blog/2008/09/02/sejarah-perlu-diperbetul/#comment-241"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January 11th, 2009 at 5:38 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we are a member of malaysia, NOT a slave state of malaysia. Federal government never look the day 16 septermber seriously because they are trying to dissolve us to be part of them…&lt;br /&gt;I’m passing a very clear and straight forward message here, should the federal government continue neglecting us, we will retrieve from the federal one day, NO POLITICAL GIMMICK can stop us if we determine to do so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the treaty between fed. and state gov. (20 points) Malay is the national language and English remain to be the Official language of sabah, so any decision made by the federal government to enhance the usage of malay and surpress english should not be implemented in SABAH.. Both languages are equally important. National language doesn’t mean that it’s status is higher. Look at singapore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Federal government is trying to reestablished sabah identity, so that they can simply manipulate the later generation of sabah easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE CORRECT ME IF ANY INFO. PROVIDED HAPPENED TO BE FABRICATION BY MISTAKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;So, apa komen kawan2 tentang perkara ini...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lanjutan bacaan boleh di dapati pada link di bawah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sabahanblog.com/blog/2008/09/02/sejarah-perlu-diperbetul/#comments"&gt;http://sabahanblog.com/blog/2008/09/02/sejarah-perlu-diperbetul/#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-738203743180930885?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/738203743180930885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=738203743180930885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/738203743180930885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/738203743180930885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/02/sejarah-perlu-diperbetulkan.html' title='&quot;Sejarah Perlu Diperbetulkan&quot;'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1164317053662150716</id><published>2009-02-25T09:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:51:41.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Proton MPV???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This morning i reached at my office table and as usually turn on my computer and open my email. And i got this email from a friend of mine and it's a picture of our new MPV Proton... but i don't know how true it is... well take a look and enjoy it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306545874160141298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SaSjW3WhQ_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/Tw4vVrcL_SY/s400/6ProtonMPV.jpg.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306545877129632194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SaSjXCagGcI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Zh7k1tnsLGA/s400/ProtonMPVnoscoop.jpg.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306545877162476082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SaSjXCiVQjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/R-35ELzS2uM/s400/ProtonMPV-1.jpg_595.jpg.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306545880201703666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SaSjXN28MPI/AAAAAAAAAvA/JTnN3kdLDu8/s400/ProtonMPV-2.jpg_595.jpg.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is true and the price below RM80K..than i think your guys should consider this....&lt;br /&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/3353870404639992173-1164317053662150716?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1164317053662150716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1164317053662150716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1164317053662150716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1164317053662150716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-proton-mpv.html' title='New Proton MPV???'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SaSjW3WhQ_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/Tw4vVrcL_SY/s72-c/6ProtonMPV.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7451800150530950387</id><published>2009-02-18T08:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:14:09.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KALAU 'SAYA' WAKLI RAKYAT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Firstly, thanks kepada kawan2 yg menyinggah di blog sya dan yg ada memberi komen pada artikel sya sblm ni. Mmg sgt memberi galakan dan motivasi untuk sya memaksa diri sya untuk meluahkan apa yg sya fikirkan saat2 berjauhan dgn negeri kesayangan. Apa pun pengalaman berjauhan dgn negeri sendiri banyak memberi pengalaman, pengetahuan dan pengajaran kepada sya untuk melihat tempat kelahiran sendiri khususnya dan negeri amnya dari sudut yang lebih luas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sebelum saya meneruskan kepada isi artikel ini, suka juga sya menceritakan sedikit tentang diri saya kerana mungkin kebanyakan dari kawan2 yg menyinggah di blog sya ni belum mengenali sya. Sya dilahirkan di Kg. Masolog, Kota Marudu pada tahun bulan 7, 1977 dan merupakan anak keempat daripada lapan org adik beradik. Mendapat pendidikan awal di Sk. Masolog kemudian di SMK Tandek sehingga SRP (last batch). Kemudian pindah ke SMK Menggatal (sekarang dikenali SMK Bandaraya) untuk memasuki kelas aliran Sains kerana pada masa itu SMK Tandek belum ada kelas aliran sains dan SMK Kota Marudu tidak mau menerima pelajar dari SMK Tandek kerana saya difahamkan ada sedikit salah faham diantara pengetua kedua2 sekolah pada masa itu. Sya study di SMK Menggatal sehingga awal tingkatan 6 Atas kerana mendapat tawaran untuk menyambung pelajaran di ITM (UiTM), Shah Alam dalam bidang Kimia. Namun sya tidak dapat menamatkan pengajian sya pada masa itu (final semester) atas sebab peribadi. Kemudian bekerja lebih kurang 2 tahun dan baru belajar balik dalam bidang yg sya mmg minati iaitu bidang kejuruteraan. Menjalankan Latihan Industri di JPS, Kota Marudu selama 3 bulan dan sekarang sedang bekerja dengan sebuah jabatan persekutuan di KL. Telah berkahwin dan mempunyai tiga org staring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Artikel ini bukan untuk mengangkat diri atau menunjuk-nunjuk, apa lagi untuk memburuk-burukkan atau menjatuhkan sesiapa pun. Artikel ini cuma luahan perasaan, pandangan dan pengalaman dari seorang yang jauh tetapi hatinya sentiasa rindu dan peduli akan tempat dia dilahirkan.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kalau 'Saya' Wakil Rakyat......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pertama-tama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; harus &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bersyukur&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kepada Tuhan dan berterima kasih kepada rakyat kerana rakyat telah memberi kepercayaan mereka untuk 'saya' dlm merekabentuk dan memimpin masa depan mereka. Sentiasa memperingati diri yang saya ini bukan &lt;strong&gt;YB (Yang Berhormat)&lt;/strong&gt; kerana yang harus dihormati adalah rakyat itu sendiri, tetapi &lt;strong&gt;YB (Yang Berani)&lt;/strong&gt; dalam memperjuangkan keperluan dan kehendak rakyat. Harus sentiasa rendah diri dan mengutamakan rakyat lebih dari keperluan diri sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kedua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; membentuk Satu Pasukan Khas utk membantu dalam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pentadbiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pasukan ini adalah terdiri daripada individu yang mempunyai pelbagai latarbelakang pendidikan, pekerjan dan pengalaman tanpa mengira kaum dan agama tetapi yang benar2 ingin melihat pembangunan dan kemajuan masyarakat. Pasukan ini berperanan mendapatkan maklumat tepat tentang keperluan sosial dan ekonomi rakyat. Seterusnya menterjemahkannya kepada satu perancangan pembangunan menyeluruh yang dapat memenuhi keperluan sosio-ekonomi rakyat. Kemudian perancangan ini akan diumumkan kepada rakyat dan rakyat sendiri yang akan menjadi 'auditor' kepada setiap perancangan tersebut terutama dari segi penggunaan kewangan. Ini juga bagi mengelakkan berlakunya 'kecairan' wang peruntukan secara haram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ketiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; membuat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lawatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ke setiap kampung atau mukim sekurang-kurangnya setahun sekali. Bertujuan mendekati, melihat dan mendengar sendiri keperluan dan rintihan masyarakat. Juga melihat sejauh mana perlaksanaan perancangan2 yang telah dirancang (on spot audit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keempat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mengenal pasti sektor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ekonomi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yang boleh dibangunkan dan dikomersialkan untuk memajukan lagi kawasan dan ini akan membuka lebih banyak peluang perkerjaan seterusnya dapat mengekalkan orang2 mudah untuk terus kekal di tempat sendiri. Bukan itu sahaja 'saya' juga akan membuka klinik2 usahawan untuk memberi pendedahan kepada masyarakat ttg perkara2 yg perlu dilakukan atau diketahui untuk menjadi usahawan yang berjaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kelima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mempastikan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kemudahan2 awam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yang kritikal seperti jalan raya, sekolah, klinik, elektrik, air, dan telefon di perkasakan dengan memantau setiap jabatan dan agensi yang bertanggungjawab melaksanakan tanggungjawab dengan baik dan betul. Membuka satu Pusat Aduan dan Maklumat Awam untuk rakyat membuat aduan jika berlakunya ketidakpuasan hati terhadap perkhidmatan yang dilaksanakan oleh jabatan2 dan agensi2 kerajaan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keenam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; menyediakan kemudahan asas untuk ber&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sosial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seperti Taman Permainan Kanak2, Kompleks Sukan dan Taman Riadah bagi memenuhi keperluan manusia yang memang suka bersosial. Mewujudkan satu kawasan rumah2 kebudayaan mengikut suku kaum yang ada di kawasan 'saya' agar budaya ini akan terus terpelihara dan tidak hilang ditelah zaman. Kemudian mengadakan pertandingan2 dan peraduan2 yang boleh membawa kepada permaufakatan dan keharmonian dari segenap lapisan masyarakat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ketujuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sentiasa menjaga &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kebajikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rakyat dengan mempastikan setiap rakyat terutama yang susah mendapat keadilan yang sebaik-baiknya. Bukan semata-mata memberi bantuan kewangan kepada mereka tetapi yang lebih penting memberi tunjuk ajar dan bimbingan untuk membolehkan mereka berdikari di masa depan seterusnya tidak lagi bergantung kepada bantuan orang lain dan kerajaan. Membuat satu &lt;em&gt;Education&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Foundation For Excellant Student. &lt;/em&gt;Satu tabung pendidikan untuk pelajar2 yg cemerlang tetapi kurang kemampuan dari segi kewangan. Tanpa mengira kaum, agama dan latar belakang semuanya layak untuk di beri bantuan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kelapan&lt;/span&gt; dan terakhir&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memperingatkan diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; agar melaksanakan perkara satu sampai tujuh di atas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'Saya' tahu tidak mudah untuk melaksankan semua perkara ini namun jika kita ('saya' dan rakyat) sama-sama berganding bahu, berkerjasama dan dengan izin Tuhan tiada perkara yang tidak boleh dilakukan........TERIMA KASIH.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7451800150530950387?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7451800150530950387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7451800150530950387&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7451800150530950387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7451800150530950387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/02/kalau-saya-wakli-rakyat.html' title='KALAU &apos;SAYA&apos; WAKLI RAKYAT...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8144360464251015722</id><published>2009-02-12T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:28:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KALAU ANDA WAKIL RAKYAT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Kita sering merungut, membebel dan marah tentang peranan yang dimainkan oleh wakil rakyat (YB) kita tidak mencapai tahap kepimpinan yang diharapkan. Dan sering kali kedengaran yang YB (dulu hingga sekarang) ini hanya memberi  perhatian kepada periuk nasi kroni2 mereka sahaja tanpa melihat dan membela nasib rakyat yang memilih mereka. Sejauh mana kebenaran perkara ini tidak ditentukan tetapi yang pasitnya ia memang berlaku. Ok la lupakan mereka sebentar, cuba alihkan pemikiran kita kepada diri sendiri. Jika kita (anda) diberi peluang oleh rakyat untuk menjadi wakil mereka di DUN atau Parlimen, apa yang akan kita lakukan?... Apakah perubahan2 yg mungkin akan anda lakukan untuk memenuhi tuntutan rakyat?... ekonomi, sosial, politik.....&lt;/span&gt; Cuba kongsikan harapan dan impian anda agar sesiapa yang membaca blog ini akan dapat memahami kehendak dan keperluan kita sebagai rakyat biasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Kalau Saya adalah YB" merupakan tajuk artikel yang saya rancang untuk terbitkan akan datang... so tunggu kie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8144360464251015722?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8144360464251015722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8144360464251015722&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8144360464251015722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8144360464251015722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2009/02/kalau-anda-wakil-rakyat.html' title='KALAU ANDA WAKIL RAKYAT....'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2646066869412454500</id><published>2008-12-26T08:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:24:11.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chirstmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Christmas is the season of the heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a time for counting blessing great and small,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas is the season of the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And Jesus is the heart of it all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.imeem.com%2Fpeople%2FyAoUY_%2Fmusic%2F_LpmzyRJ%2Fthe_up_singing_ambassadors_christmas_is_the_season_of_the%2F&amp;amp;h=ac1ba12899a861bec5d058f5bd5769d8" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/yAoUY_/music/_LpmzyRJ/the_up_singing_ambassadors_christmas_is_the_season_of_the/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;....this christmas carol is still linger in my ear till now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This year i celebrated my Christmas in KL. My family is at Sabah and i cannot go back becouse i already used all my annual leave this year. But anyway i don't feel weard or lonely coz I used to be apart with my family and this is not the first time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And this year i joined the Miracle Choir of PJ English SDA Church and i have so much fun with them. First we sing at Legend Hotel, KL three times (i miss the 1st one coz, i'm not feeling well but manage to join the 2nd and 3rd), at Eve House (rumah orang2 yg mentaly unwell), at Salvation Army Home (rumah orang2 tua) and somes of friends houses. We also had Christmas Played for the Orphanage Childrean at Church. This has been my new experianced expecially singging at the Eve House, Salvation Army Home and for the Orphanage Childrean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Christmas eve i had the oppurtunity to witness the Christmas concert by UNAI Chorale (Universitas Advent Indonesia) at PJ English Church and it's was 'WOW' so marvelous and so wonderfull. They sings like pro even they're not. To have witness such amazing perfomance make my heart full of joys and happeniest. And that's the best christmas present i ever had so far. So a very special thanks you the UNAI Chorale for the amazing works. Keep it up and wishing you all the best with God blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But on Christmas day i was alone at home but not lonely coz i had plenty of works to do. I started cleaning my house from morning till evening and it's still not finished. I can only continue cleaning after Sabbath this week so friends my house is not ready yet... wait my invitation on New Year 2009... apa yg ada??... tunggu dan lihat...hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2646066869412454500?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2646066869412454500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2646066869412454500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2646066869412454500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2646066869412454500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-chirstmas-season.html' title='My Chirstmas Season'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1223543967308852363</id><published>2008-12-16T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:52:31.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Jonathan &amp; Melissa Otto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SUclsB4cbkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HzKr2IAAUkc/s1600-h/At+PJ+SDA+Church+with+Jonathan+%26+Melissa+Otto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280230526464847426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SUclsB4cbkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HzKr2IAAUkc/s400/At+PJ+SDA+Church+with+Jonathan+%26+Melissa+Otto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1223543967308852363?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1223543967308852363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1223543967308852363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1223543967308852363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1223543967308852363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-jonathan-melissa-otto.html' title='With Jonathan &amp; Melissa Otto'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SUclsB4cbkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HzKr2IAAUkc/s72-c/At+PJ+SDA+Church+with+Jonathan+%26+Melissa+Otto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-986949982657667591</id><published>2008-12-15T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:22:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa and Jonathan Otto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was attainded vesper at PJ Eng SDA Church last friday and was so blessed with special song and talk from Melissa and Jonathan Otto from Australia. They are on their tour to Malaysia, Vietnam dan Singapore. The massage that they brought to the world is LOVE and it's so wonderfull to hear from someone that come from other continent. Especially the songs. They had made musical concert after AY program at 3pm to 5pm. What amazed me the most is their talent in music, not only they good in playing and singing but also most of the songs that they sang that day is their own songs. Melody and Lyric is all origanal by them. It's not only uniqe but very good and so good to my ears. And the lyric is so meaningfull that really come from their heart. I manage to get 3cds of their songs and 1 dvd that show their journey experiance... (and got their picture together and signature on thier cds.... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So...here you guys who want to know and hear their songs..just click on this link... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=jono+otto&amp;amp;search_type"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=jono+otto&amp;amp;search_type&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you also can get to know them at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/melissaotto"&gt;www.myspace.com/melissaotto&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you interested to get thir cds or dvd.. you may contact them or me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will posted our picture after my friend email me the photo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-986949982657667591?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/986949982657667591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=986949982657667591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/986949982657667591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/986949982657667591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/12/melissa-and-jonathan-otto.html' title='Melissa and Jonathan Otto'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4803720974689030946</id><published>2008-12-03T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:08:44.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKZIAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUAT JELIMIK, WAYDAH, MALIANA DAN KELUARGA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;AS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;BLOG INI MERAKAMKAN SEDALAM-DALAM TAKZIAH KEATAS PEMERGIAN AYAHANDA KALIAN YANG TERCINTA. KUATKAN SEMANGAT DAN KUATKAN IMAN. PERPISAHAN INI HANYALAH SEMENTARA KERANA KALIAN SEMUA PASTI AKAN BERTEMU SEMULA DI SUATU KEHIDUPAN YANG TUHAN TELAH DIJANJIKAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4803720974689030946?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4803720974689030946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4803720974689030946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4803720974689030946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4803720974689030946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/12/takziah.html' title='TAKZIAH'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-250506301274833253</id><published>2008-12-02T13:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:51:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275071901473264994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTR8iP1VWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/YwfYbLfd5Eg/s400/Me+Only.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today i was asked by my bos to attainded the (as written above....mls taip balik..) as a cameraman. But sadly i forgot to recharge the camera battery and also forgot to bring the charger as well...(good lesson thou..). So.. i cannot shot randomly (as many as i can) and using flash is out of plan.. but at least i had captured some of the event and fullfill my task... so enjoy it and maybe some of the people you may know... glad to meet them face to face....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275093180121822018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlTHY_M0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/SXhyADmJ6E0/s400/Depan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the event begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092302868196690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkgDXbLVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TnhxqQbDhxQ/s400/Dr.Bredly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dr. Bredly - The consultant team leader&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092306325040178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkgQPmbDI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xj4IXdgB3l0/s400/Japan+Ambasador.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Japan Ambassador&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092300835275442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkf7yvQrI/AAAAAAAAAsI/UOXNnlF7EzA/s400/emcee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Norasikin, RTM News Presenter as Emcee of the event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275093170951675490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlSlOp3mI/AAAAAAAAAtg/15yAfl54cNA/s400/Nurul+Izzah+Anuar+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Who dosen't know her?.. YB Nurul Izzah Anwar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlTPrSkrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/34v2waNlvjk/s1600-h/cutting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275093182346072754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlTPrSkrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/34v2waNlvjk/s400/cutting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YB Dato' Joseph Salang cutting the ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlSqb6o8I/AAAAAAAAAto/u8eR5bzMwjQ/s1600-h/Nurul+Izzah+Anuar+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275093172349477826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlSqb6o8I/AAAAAAAAAto/u8eR5bzMwjQ/s400/Nurul+Izzah+Anuar+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Smile to give away... she so friendly ohh (patutlah menang) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... wonder our YB is as friendly as her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlSQwtkpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uxPKJFgqJ6k/s1600-h/with+Izzah2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275093165457379986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTlSQwtkpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/uxPKJFgqJ6k/s400/with+Izzah2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is become center of attraction. Many people is queing up to take picture with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mau ga bgambar ma dia tp.. malu ba.. take her pic pun ok la kan..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTk--tOrZI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NOEhB6H2BRI/s1600-h/VVIP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092834193419666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTk--tOrZI/AAAAAAAAAtA/NOEhB6H2BRI/s400/VVIP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The VVIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTk-drSZiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/h4zteFv-UCs/s1600-h/Press1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092825326904866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTk-drSZiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/h4zteFv-UCs/s400/Press1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During News Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkg9jeyhI/AAAAAAAAAso/AE1JfodRMGo/s1600-h/Press.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092318488021522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkg9jeyhI/AAAAAAAAAso/AE1JfodRMGo/s400/Press.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was later show on TV1 news and Bernama TV at Ch 502&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092820979439138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTk-NexViI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vlIrlHNgvNA/s400/Perasmian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;YB Dato' memasukkan ikan sebagai simbol akan qualiti air kumbahan yg telah dirawat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkgrhjHZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UeGdbfVnaMk/s1600-h/my+bos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275092313648078226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTkgrhjHZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UeGdbfVnaMk/s400/my+bos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahaha... the one that looking at the camera is my bos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;/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/3353870404639992173-250506301274833253?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/250506301274833253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=250506301274833253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/250506301274833253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/250506301274833253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-note.html' title='Yesterday Note'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/STTR8iP1VWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/YwfYbLfd5Eg/s72-c/Me+Only.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-950098735805539618</id><published>2008-12-01T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:26:40.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Talent</title><content type='html'>Last night as i watching Oprah, i was stunn with this 15 year old girl from Philliphne who not only amaze me but also the world.. her name was Charice Pepengco. Not only she was invited to become a guest at Oprah show but also invited by Celine Dion to her next concert... what an amazing talent she has... just take a look.... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s27JCLSmkuo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s27JCLSmkuo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-950098735805539618?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/950098735805539618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=950098735805539618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/950098735805539618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/950098735805539618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-talent.html' title='Amazing Talent'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4573255610293006796</id><published>2008-10-24T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:30:32.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those "Instant" Successes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Many times an unknown person does something spectacular and suddenly becomes a hero, a public figure, an overnight succes, the object of much envy. Let's explore this "overnight success" syndrome, which almost always occurs over time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago Gary Spiess from White Lake, Minnesota, did an incredible thing. He sailed his ten-foot boat across the Atlantic Ocean in just fifty-four days. Most of us can only imagine what he endured to complete his fifty-four-day ordeal, but suddently, the whole world knew who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What is the real story" Did he just have a good idea, implement it, and "luck" into celebrity status? Gary worked, planned, sacrificed, and studied for three years, to build his boat. He committed not only his money but also 100 percent of his spare time for three solid years. He had to chart his course and plan every detail, including maximum use of his space and the proper food, clothing, and water to carry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once the trip began, so did the danger. The most dangerous and difficult part was fighting the violent seas of the Atlantic Ocean. The seas often combined with a driving, bitterly cold rain, which chilled him to the bone. By the time he reached England, he was so brutally battered by the cruel sea that his entire body was black and blue. Yes, he had his day in the sun, but it's safe to say that he sacrificed and worked in order to receive his rewards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Most of us are not interested in doing anything of that nature, but it's safe to say that if we're going to accomplish anything of significance, and particularly if we're going to maintan that significance, long hours of planning and even more hours of hard work are required. It's also safe to say it's worth it becouse the effort is temporary, but the satisfaction and rewards can be long-lasting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man loaned his best friend five thousand dollars for plastic surgery. Unfortunately, he will never recover it becouse now he can't recognize him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Zig Ziglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4573255610293006796?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4573255610293006796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4573255610293006796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4573255610293006796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4573255610293006796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/10/those-instant-successes.html' title='Those &quot;Instant&quot; Successes'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3092140267461620023</id><published>2008-10-24T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:48:04.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think you're addicted to game? Read below..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's hard to believe but believe it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SQF5FJHWMeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4tjkIVY1UW8/s1600-h/Warcraft+addicter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260618968998490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SQF5FJHWMeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4tjkIVY1UW8/s400/Warcraft+addicter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3092140267461620023?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3092140267461620023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3092140267461620023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3092140267461620023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3092140267461620023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-think-youre-addicted-to-game.html' title='Do you think you&apos;re addicted to game? Read below..'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SQF5FJHWMeI/AAAAAAAAAiM/4tjkIVY1UW8/s72-c/Warcraft+addicter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8706317923540576658</id><published>2008-10-20T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:29:25.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She by Elvis Costello</title><content type='html'>She&lt;br /&gt;May be the face I can't Forget,&lt;br /&gt;A trace of pleasure or regret,&lt;br /&gt;May be may treasure or the price I have to pay,&lt;br /&gt;She may be the song that summer sings,&lt;br /&gt;May be the chill that autum brings,&lt;br /&gt;May be a hundred different things,&lt;br /&gt;Within the measure of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the beauty or the beast,&lt;br /&gt;May be the famine of the feast,&lt;br /&gt;May turn each day in a heaven or ea hell,&lt;br /&gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;A smile reflected in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;She may not be what she may seem&lt;br /&gt;Inside her shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;Who always seem so happy in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Whoes eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;br /&gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;She may be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;br /&gt;May come to me from shadows in the past.&lt;br /&gt;That I'll remember till the day i dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;May be the reason I survive&lt;br /&gt;The why and where fore I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years&lt;br /&gt;Me I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;br /&gt;And Make them all my souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, she, she&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8706317923540576658?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8706317923540576658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8706317923540576658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8706317923540576658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8706317923540576658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-by-elvis-costello.html' title='She by Elvis Costello'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6817064640228757906</id><published>2008-10-09T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:18:32.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan Garap @ Kelah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO2ba5YE1oI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0N5yKTNrKek/s1600-h/Garap+%40+Kelah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255027226591942274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO2ba5YE1oI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0N5yKTNrKek/s400/Garap+%40+Kelah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mention on my previous post that I went back to my father birth place and this is the reason. It's the time for fish harvesting at Kg. Sunsui, about 25km form Kota Marudu town. I never join the 'magalis' (a way of catching fish using fish nets where the net are moved slowly to trap the fish) at the Tagal or Bobon (restricted river area for catching fish) and had always been a very interesting yearly activity. But sadly our catch for that day is - well what should I said - a disapointment. But for me it is an intresting experiance to 'hunt' the 'Garap &amp;amp; Peransa'. And here are some of the moment that i catch that day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255062523424912226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO27hcU1s2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/E9lMGmTMAfQ/s400/IMGP1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255062531480984802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO27h6VjnOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PrUr5zN90uo/s400/IMGP1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255062535641867202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO27iJ1lo8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/-57HjXJ0VLE/s400/IMGP1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255063424239708370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO28V4H0qNI/AAAAAAAAAf8/80hYkfMWGg8/s400/IMGP1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255063428094848482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO28WGe9beI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YTos9H0v1X0/s400/IMGP1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-6817064640228757906?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6817064640228757906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6817064640228757906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6817064640228757906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6817064640228757906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/10/ikan-garap-kelah.html' title='Ikan Garap @ Kelah'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SO2ba5YE1oI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0N5yKTNrKek/s72-c/Garap+%40+Kelah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7200117470718549086</id><published>2008-10-08T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:31:43.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if I drive this car next year.... how it's feel..! uhuuu.... So proud to have Malaysian Car like this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi6mVwQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/m75Fz3CvK2w/s1600-h/Satria_Neo_S2000_1_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254698610382455042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi6mVwQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/m75Fz3CvK2w/s400/Satria_Neo_S2000_1_Large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi4V7NxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Uen9qVj43A8/s1600-h/Satria_Neo_S2000_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254698609776736018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi4V7NxI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Uen9qVj43A8/s400/Satria_Neo_S2000_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi1NpNeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/crnWJlYtUGA/s1600-h/Satria_Neo_Symphony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254698608936695266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi1NpNeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/crnWJlYtUGA/s400/Satria_Neo_Symphony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3353870404639992173-7200117470718549086?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7200117470718549086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7200117470718549086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7200117470718549086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7200117470718549086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dream-of.html' title='I dream of ....'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOxwi6mVwQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/m75Fz3CvK2w/s72-c/Satria_Neo_S2000_1_Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4836599517812241808</id><published>2008-10-06T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:23:01.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kerapu" &amp; Sweet and Sour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOmfYmeWrFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u_oJXpOUIVQ/s1600-h/IMGP1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253905685297933394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOmfYmeWrFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u_oJXpOUIVQ/s400/IMGP1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a fish... with 2.8kg weight and still alive, do you believe it only cost rm30?.... Maybe it's not so cheap in Sabah but compare to KL i bet you can't get it with that price. Ok.. actualy i want to share with you what i did to this poor fish...hehehe.. Well my first plan when i bought this fish is to ask my big brother to steam it coz he is the best man when comes to steamed food. But sadly i won't be around that night till next day (balik kg Bapa di Sunsui) and my big brother is also not around (he went to kk). So I have to freezed the fish till I return from my outing. Scince it's not fresh anymore i decided to change the menu and the best option is 'Sweet and Sour'. This is the first time I cook Sweet and Sour using fish meat as i usually using Chicken meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients for the Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Souse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoon of plum souse,&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoon of chili souse,&lt;br /&gt;1 tabblespoon of chicken stock,&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon of red chili paste,&lt;br /&gt;3 tommatos (slice quartly),&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons lime juice ,&lt;br /&gt;1 cucumber (slice to needed size),&lt;br /&gt;1 onion (slice quartly),&lt;br /&gt;3 shallots (bawang kecil) choped,&lt;br /&gt;2 table spoon of oil,&lt;br /&gt;100ml water,&lt;br /&gt;salt,&lt;br /&gt;suggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients for the frieds fish meat;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800g of slice fish meat,&lt;br /&gt;4 white eggs,&lt;br /&gt;fries flour (tepung kfc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fried Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First deep fried the fish meat (slice to needed size). To fried it you must pour the white eggs into the fish meat and slowly mixed it using hand. Than put the fish meat slice by slice (one by one) into the fries flour till it fully covered by the flower. Than you can start fried. After finished fried the fish meat than you can prepared the souse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Souse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heated the oil to fried the choped shallots. Than put in the plum &amp;amp; chili souce, chicken stock, slice onion and blended red chili. Mix it for 2 to 4 minutes. Than pour in the water and put in the slice tommatos and cucumber. Than put about half tablespoon of salt (secukup rasa), one tablespoon of suggar and 2 tablespoon of lime juice. Mix it slowly and let it cook for 10 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can pour the Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Souse to the fried fish and mix it slowly. Than the last action will be... apa lagi makan la...arghhh..sadap..(hahaha..puji diri sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. forgot to tell what happen to the fish head..well my brother (pic) is the man for curry's foods so he masak kari kepala ikan (Fish Head Curry) la... another menu that I cook is Tom Yam Soup .... arghh tell you we all smiling &lt;em&gt;kekenyangan &lt;/em&gt;that nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4836599517812241808?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4836599517812241808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4836599517812241808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4836599517812241808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4836599517812241808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/10/kerapu-sweet-and-sour.html' title='&quot;Kerapu&quot; &amp; Sweet and Sour...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SOmfYmeWrFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u_oJXpOUIVQ/s72-c/IMGP1505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3725489364924674303</id><published>2008-09-11T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:11:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hobbies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SMhuxI2ljhI/AAAAAAAAAds/zOQJYJ6-91I/s1600-h/IMGP1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244563556542025234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SMhuxI2ljhI/AAAAAAAAAds/zOQJYJ6-91I/s400/IMGP1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 1st hand made Chocolate Moist Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SMhuxa0In5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/U0g5kQ0ivpI/s1600-h/IMGP1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244563561363578770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SMhuxa0In5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/U0g5kQ0ivpI/s400/IMGP1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 2nd Hand Made Cheese Strawberry Chocolate Cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3725489364924674303?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3725489364924674303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3725489364924674303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3725489364924674303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3725489364924674303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-hobbies.html' title='My New Hobbies..'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SMhuxI2ljhI/AAAAAAAAAds/zOQJYJ6-91I/s72-c/IMGP1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3971666901056216070</id><published>2008-08-26T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:14:59.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SLOfACxtvxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/H_2gtBdb41Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238705614656225042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SLOfACxtvxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/H_2gtBdb41Q/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'If I hold your hand and something happens to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chances are that I may let your hand go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you hold my hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know for sure that no matter what happens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you will never let my hand go.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3971666901056216070?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3971666901056216070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3971666901056216070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3971666901056216070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3971666901056216070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/08/hold-my-hand.html' title='Hold My Hand'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SLOfACxtvxI/AAAAAAAAAdc/H_2gtBdb41Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3186467797953213214</id><published>2008-08-20T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:08:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liga EPL Tandek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kehadiran English Premier League tahun ini tidak begitu dirasakan kerana kemeriahan temasyah sukan Olimpik yang begitu hebat sekali. Sehinggakan saya sendiri lupa untuk memperbaharui team saya di KL Champion League dan hanya mendapat 24 mata bagi game week 1. Walaubagaimanapun untuk geng2 di kampung Liga EPL Tandek (formerly known as Liga Masolog) tetap akan diadakan walaupun mata hanya dikira pada gameweek 2. Oleh yang demikian marilah kita ramai memeriahakn EPL sesi 2008/2009 dengan join Liga EPL Tandek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Untuk mendaftar anda perlu masuk &lt;a href="http://fantasy.premierleague.com/"&gt;http://fantasy.premierleague.com&lt;/a&gt; dan membuat team anda (jika first time) atau memperbaharui team anda (yang sudah ada team dari musim lalu). Untuk join Liga EPL Tandek hanya perlu klik pada MANAGUE LEAGUE (di sebelah kanan screen) dan masukkan kod: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1325896-220538&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pada bahagian join a private league dan klik Join League.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok..kawan2 selamat berjaya dengan team masing2... 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Be humble, thingking of others as better than yourselves. Don't look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others too."&lt;br /&gt;Phil 2:3-4 (New Living Translationi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8619198879460547130?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8619198879460547130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8619198879460547130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8619198879460547130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8619198879460547130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-of-day.html' title='Words of The Day...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1517470712051503420</id><published>2008-07-31T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:06:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment on "16 September: Antara Sejarah Sabah Dan 'Pembentukan' Kerajaan PR" from Mickey's Corner Blog's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Kita (Sabahan) sebenarnya tidak pernah dihargai sebelum ini. Seperti rakyat kelas kedua di negara sendiri. Mungkin orang semenanjung tidak sedar tapi itu la layanan mereka pada kita pada hari pertama kita menjejak kaki di bumi melayu ini. Orang melayu sentiasa menganggap diri mereka lebih tinggi martabat dan kedudukan mereka. Apa yang mereka tidak tahu sebahagian kemajuan yang mereka rasai ketika ini adalah hasil bumi borneo. Sehingga la pada ketika ini apabila berlaku ketidak seimbangan kekuatan dalam parti UMNO atau lebih tepat lagi BN barulah mereka merasakan kehadiran Sabah dalam Malaysia. Oleh itu tututan yang diminta oleh rakyat Sabah sebenarnya tidak la seberapa berbanding dengan layanan kelas kedua yang diberikan selama lebih 40 tahan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1517470712051503420?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1517470712051503420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1517470712051503420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1517470712051503420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1517470712051503420'/><link 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hear you high pich voicess..&lt;br /&gt;When i didn't hear you uncontrolable laughed&lt;br /&gt;When i didn't know whether you ate you breakfirst or not..&lt;br /&gt;When i didn't know whether you miss me or not..&lt;br /&gt;When i didn't know whether you still love me or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never been the same again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-6843248757916614732?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6843248757916614732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6843248757916614732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also lost:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Driving License&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Authority Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 Credit Cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Giro Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May Bank Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bank Rakyat Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Office Access Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jusco Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Popular Book Store Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bonuslink Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fotokem Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Herbalife Distributor Card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Calender 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Businness Cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cashs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Arghh... hope I won't lost it.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8212775062381468229?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8212775062381468229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8212775062381468229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8212775062381468229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8212775062381468229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-i-lost-my-wallet.html' title='If I lost my wallet...?'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6807751780797687908</id><published>2008-07-14T08:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:48:28.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song and Lyric Shared by WhyWhy..</title><content type='html'>LAY IT DOWN - JACI VELASQUEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;I've been lookin' till my eyes are tired of lookin'&lt;br /&gt;Listenin' till my ears are numb from listenin'&lt;br /&gt;Prayin' till my knees are sore from kneelin' on the bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know that my heart is achin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of tears and my will is breakin'&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can carry the burden of it anymore&lt;br /&gt;All of my hopes and my dreams and my best laid plans,&lt;br /&gt;Are slowly slippin' through my folded hands&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn to trust You now&lt;br /&gt;What eles can I do&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am depends on You&lt;br /&gt;And if the sun don't come back up&lt;br /&gt;I know Your love will be enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it be, I'm gonna let it go,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse:&lt;br /&gt;I've been walkin' through this world like I'm barely livin'&lt;br /&gt;Buried in the doubt of this hole I've been diggin'&lt;br /&gt;But You're pullin' me out&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally breathin' in the open air&lt;br /&gt;This room may be dark but I'm finally seein'&lt;br /&gt;There's a new ray of hope, and now I'm believin'&lt;br /&gt;That the past is past, and the future's beginning to look brighter now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cause all of my hopes and my dreams and my best laid plans&lt;br /&gt;Are safe and secure when I place them in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn to trust You now&lt;br /&gt;Oh what more can I do,&lt;br /&gt;Cause everthing I am depends on You&lt;br /&gt;And if the sun don't come back up&lt;br /&gt;You know Your love will be enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let it be, I'm gonna let it go,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it down&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lay it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhyWhy&lt;div 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WhyWhy..'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3045350703709024075</id><published>2008-07-09T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:26.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klang Valley Health Expo, Sunway Piramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkyDpON_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ISg29EB7Utg/s1600-h/Health+Expo+53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220908679163688946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkyDpON_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ISg29EB7Utg/s400/Health+Expo+53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The organizer and the voluntiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkygglqvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/v9GgaU6bdcI/s1600-h/Health+Expo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220908686912105202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkygglqvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/v9GgaU6bdcI/s400/Health+Expo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my second time joining such program&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRky4QPKJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jm1wYuluglA/s1600-h/Health+Expo+37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220908693285972114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRky4QPKJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jm1wYuluglA/s400/Health+Expo+37.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Opening&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkzK3uwQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xvfBJRTdKE0/s1600-h/Health+Expo+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220908698283458818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkzK3uwQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xvfBJRTdKE0/s400/Health+Expo+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pathfinders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkzc8vnQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EGCoDB9BWoE/s1600-h/Health+Expo+50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220908703136324866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SHRkzc8vnQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/EGCoDB9BWoE/s400/Health+Expo+50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crowd enjoying the charobix presentation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3045350703709024075?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3045350703709024075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3045350703709024075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3045350703709024075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3644341238380371989</id><published>2008-06-27T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:23:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Gift</title><content type='html'>There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can seeeverything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will youmarry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend isblind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to hersaying. "Just take care of my eyes dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how human brain changes when the status changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is A Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before you complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;Live it&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;EMBRACE IT&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you are at it give love to someone today&lt;br /&gt;Love someone with what you do and the words you say&lt;br /&gt;Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden&lt;br /&gt;So give it away "Give Love to someone today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3644341238380371989?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3644341238380371989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3644341238380371989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3644341238380371989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3644341238380371989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-gift.html' title='Life Is A Gift'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6480007615255516217</id><published>2008-06-27T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:59:04.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Powerfull 10 letters</title><content type='html'>1. The most selfish “ONE” letter word …. “I”   Avoid it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The most satisfying “TWO” letter word… “WE”   used it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most poisonous “THREE” letter word…”EGO”  kill it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most used “FOUR” letter word… “LOVE”   value it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most pleasing “FIVE” letter word… “SMILE”.. Keep it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The fastest spreading “SIX” letter word… “RUMOUR” Ignore it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The hardest working “SEVEN” letter word… “SUCCESS”  achieve it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The most enviable “EIGHT” letter word… “JEALOUSY”   Distance it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most powerful “NINE” letter word…”KNOWLEDGE” Acquire it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most essential “TEN” letter word …”CONFIDENCE” Trust it…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-6480007615255516217?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6480007615255516217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6480007615255516217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6480007615255516217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6480007615255516217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-powerfull-10-letters.html' title='The Most Powerfull 10 letters'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3822767338218078972</id><published>2008-06-27T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:53:28.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How SUCCESS man SUCCESSED!</title><content type='html'>S = Select dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U= Used your dream to set a goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C= Create a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C= Consider resources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E= Enhance skills and abilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S= Spend time wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S= Start! Get organized and go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pooh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3822767338218078972?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3822767338218078972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3822767338218078972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3822767338218078972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3822767338218078972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-success-man-successed.html' title='How SUCCESS man SUCCESSED!'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8144361810002118442</id><published>2008-06-19T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:48:21.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehhh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18th Jun 2008, 2.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office mate sms me to come over to office right after my course finished coz my boss want to see me…arghh… thought I can back early and rested peacefully after 4 days and 3 nights of tight schedule. But… it’s ok la…at least I know that my boss missing me…hehehe.. and more of that I can online…Yehhh.….. What a relive….!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8144361810002118442?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8144361810002118442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8144361810002118442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8144361810002118442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8144361810002118442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/yehhh.html' title='Yehhh..'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5128703432501857206</id><published>2008-06-19T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:47:32.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduiii…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13hb Jun 2008, 6.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh…… pc di rumah tidak dpt online lagi…. I thought it will be end of this month…..  like Jonna told me!!… but adess…tak kan hari ni…?? (inhale….haaaaaa…..) Suddently I don’t know what to do… usually during this time I’m checking my email, Friendster, Adventist Online, posting blog and searching for a new songs…  ehhh not to forget chating at Yahoo Massanger…. But now…arghhh… my life is pause for moments… what should I do…? The Sabbath is coming but my heart full of frustrated just because cannot online…arghhh parah ni…. Am I addicted with internet?... arghhh… tia pa la… this Monday can online at office juga….but…adess baru saya ingat yang saya ada kursus di Hotel Resident, Uniten for 4 days start this Sunday till Wednesday…. Aduiii…lamanya…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5128703432501857206?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5128703432501857206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5128703432501857206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5128703432501857206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5128703432501857206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/aduiii.html' title='Aduiii…'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7941601168714455946</id><published>2008-06-12T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:26.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SFADrOaaMnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YxLKMoe21SQ/s1600-h/DSC04481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210668810005787250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SFADrOaaMnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YxLKMoe21SQ/s400/DSC04481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all I would like to say my gratitude to my first cousin Emily for sharing this picture to me and now I can share to all of you. Actually at first I'm not sure whether the boy inside the picture was me (too cute to be me ba...hahaha..adess perasan oh kan....) but.. since my cousin convinced me that it was us (the cute little girl) than I just have to believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During that time to being framed on picture (kena ambil gambar ba) is a great feeling and exicted but it's also one of the nervous moment in my life. Just look at the picture, I just don't know what &lt;em&gt;'gaya' &lt;/em&gt;should I pose (org kg gia) and compare to my cousin (KK girl kunun..) who's so relax and &lt;em&gt;'begaya' &lt;/em&gt;I'm more look like wanted to ran away. Anyway this picture really brought my memory back during my child hood. Sadly I don't remember much of the good times....All that came to my memory is the hardship living as a farmer sons. With no tv, radio and electricity life is so simple. At the age of 5 i have to follow my parents to '&lt;em&gt;botung'&lt;/em&gt; not really to help them working but becouse no body at home to take care of me... than at the age of 6 or 7 helping my parents at work is a must if not...adess...pa lagi kana &lt;em&gt;'pasut la'&lt;/em&gt;... still remember my parents used to be very stirct...(&lt;em&gt;asik kana pasut ja...sampi lari dari rumah....hahahha..adess lucu pula bila di ingat2 skrg...&lt;/em&gt;). During my childhood I used to help my parents in planting paddy until it's harvest time. Beside that we have &lt;em&gt;'kebun koko, kelapa, kopi&lt;/em&gt;, ect as a side job. I do had much involve in taking care of our 4 buffolos (or more), pigs (&lt;em&gt;adess... cute betul tu wogs punya baby ohh....&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;em&gt;'ayam daging &amp;amp; telur' &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;kicil-kicilan ja...&lt;/em&gt;) and a small shop (&lt;em&gt;kadai kg...ja&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would say our life is not that poor during that time. It's maybe hard living but not poor. All thanks to our hard working &lt;em&gt;'Bapa and Mama'&lt;/em&gt;. Because of your hard ship and never give up hope, we all you sons and doughters have this wonderfull life ahead. So.. Thank You so much for every sweats, tears dan bloods that drops just for the shake of giving us a comfortable life. We just cannot redo what ever &lt;em&gt;'bapa and mama'&lt;/em&gt; do for us...so...the only thing that we can do is to pray for you health, happiness and prosperous life ahead....THANK YOU....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s... baru ingat...yg paling siok masa kicik2 ialah mandi sungai, main polis pencuri dan panjat pokok jambu di sekolah....selain ada musim2 main getah gelang, buah getah, &lt;em&gt;'tubau', tapak dll... &lt;/em&gt;(mengeleng-geleng ja kepala ni bila ingat....hahahhaahha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7941601168714455946?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7941601168714455946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7941601168714455946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7941601168714455946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7941601168714455946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-that-me.html' title='Is That Me?'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SFADrOaaMnI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YxLKMoe21SQ/s72-c/DSC04481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2442149402997240706</id><published>2008-06-10T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:33:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours by Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well you done done me and you bet i felt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried to get you but you're so hot that i melted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i fell right through the cracks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm trying to get back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before the cool done run out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be giving it my bestest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothin's going to stop me but devine intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't hesitate no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more it cannot wait, i'm yours&lt;br /&gt;well open up your mind and see like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah la peaceful melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its your godforsaken right to be loved love loved love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't hesitate no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no need to complicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our time is short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is our fate, i'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and bendin over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my breath fogged up the glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i drew a new face and laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess what i'm sayin is there ain't no better reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its what we aim to doo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur name is our virtue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't hesitate no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no more it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no need to complicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our time is short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it cannot wait, i'm yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2442149402997240706?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2442149402997240706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2442149402997240706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2442149402997240706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2442149402997240706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-yours-by-jason-mraz.html' title='I&apos;m Yours by Jason Mraz'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5459923923936700881</id><published>2008-06-09T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:04:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Zodiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Protector &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(June 21 - July 22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody, emotional. May be shy. Very loving and caring. Pretty/handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent partners for life. Protective. Inventive and imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of person. Needs love from others. Easily hurt, but sympathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5459923923936700881?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5459923923936700881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5459923923936700881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5459923923936700881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5459923923936700881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-zodiac.html' title='My Zodiac'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6878596568221518044</id><published>2008-06-06T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:53:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan Hendak Ku....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya dalam perjalanan balik dari pejabat semasa menerima sms dari kawan yang berbunyi &lt;em&gt;"Bah mari isi minyak kc penuh sblum tgah mlm..mau naik sudah pg rm2.70 per liter.."  &lt;/em&gt;Saya pada mulanya menyangka kawan ini hanya berjenaka sb baru dua hari lepas dalam news paper mengatakan yang harga petrol akan naik bulan Ogos dan ini yg saya katakan kepada kawan saya... Namun setelah kawan itu mengatakan sudah diumumkan di TV dan meminta saya untuk melihat sendiri di &lt;em&gt;nstonline&lt;/em&gt; maka saya tahu yg ini bukan lagi guraun.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kenaikan minyak petrol memang sudah dijangkan memandangkan harga minyak mentah dunia telah mencapai harga yg sukar dipercayai namun begitu kenaikan sebanyak rm0.78 sen untuk petrol dan rm1.00 tuk diesel benar2 mengejutkan dan lebih tepat lagi amat sukar dipercayai. Lebih2 lagi setelah kerajaan BN baru menang dalam pilihraya baru2 ini. Saya tidak pasti jika begini kah caranya kerajaan BN berterima kasih kepada rakyat yang selama ini setia dan taat menyokong dan berdiri dibelakang BN. Terus terangan saya katakan inilah pilihanraya pertama yang mana saya berkesempatan untuk turun mengundi (DUN N5-Tandek, Sabah) kerana 2 pilihanraya sebelum ini saya masih belajar di semenanjung (dan sehingga sekarang bekerja). Dan dengan penuh kepercayan dan bangga saya memberikan sokongan saya kepada kerajaan kerana percaya hanya kerajaan BN yang mampu membawa pembangunan dan kemajuan di tempat saya dan ternyata tidak sia2 kerana BN menang di kawasan saya walaupun diletakkan muka baru untuk kerusi DUN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Namun begitu kemenangan BN itu DIPANDANG RINGAN oleh sesetengah pihak dan yang sangat memalukan dari orang2 BN sendiri sehingga sanggup menyuarahkan agar PM meletak jawatan. Tetapi pujian diberikan kepada PM kerana beliau berani dan sanggup berhadapan dengan semua tentangan dan dugaan yang datang mengulung bagaikan badai. Namun begitu.. semua keyakinan dan kepercayaan saya terhadap kepimpinan PM mula goyah setelah pengumuman kenaikan harga petrol kemarin..... kenaikan sehinggan rm2.70 adalah benar2 &lt;em&gt;INSANE&lt;/em&gt;. Kerana di saat ini rakyat masih berperang dengan kenaikan harga makan dan barangan lain. Apa yang saya tidak faham kenapa kenaikan ini begitu mendadak dan begitu tinggi. Tidak kah kerajaan sedar ini hanya menunjukkan KELEMAHAN kerajaan ketika ini. Dimanakah para penganalisis yang mengangap diri mereka bijaksana dan arif dalam membuat kajian untuk menetukan hala tuju ekonomi negara...? Dan dimanakan individu2 yg telah diberikan kepercayaan oleh rakyat dalam membuat keputusan penting untuk kepentingan rakyat?  Dimanakah janji mereka untuk membawa rakyat menjauhi kemiskinan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya teringat bagaimanakah nanti ibubapa saya dan orang2 kampung yang lain menghadapi gelombang kenaikan harga minyak ini. Kos untuk membajak sawah dan menuai padi tentu akan meningkat berlipat kali ganda... pendapatan yang selama ini hanya cukup2 untuk menampung kehidupan keluarga dan anak2 yang seramai 4 orang yang masih bersekolah di Univ dan Kolej sudah tentu tidak lagi mencukupi lagi. Yang herannya harga jualan padi masih pada kadar yang sama sedangkan harga beras telah naik hampir 100%. Dimanakah keadilannya? Pernahkah para pemimpin sekarang merasa peritnya membanting tulang 4 kerat di bawah panas terik matahari hanya untuk mendapatkan beberapa ringgit?... TENTU TIDAK... sebab itu mereka tidak teragak-agak dalam membuat keputusan sedemikian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya percaya dan rakyat percaya kenaikan ini tidak dapat dielakkan. Tetapi yang membuatkan kami rakyat tidak percaya....KESANGGUPAN kerajaan menaikkan harga pada kadar yang terlalu tinggi dan pada masa yang sangat singkat. Tidak boleh kah kerajaan berbelas kasihan dengan menaikkan harga pada kadar yang boleh dikira logik dan pada masa yang logik?... ini tidak....seperti dipaksa berhenti makan sedangkan baru sesuap nasi masuk ke mulut... dimanakah letaknya kewarasan dan belas kasihan?.... Rakyat telah mengangkat anda sehingga anda mendapat kehidupan yang senang seperti sekarang dan bukan anda sahaja tapi anak cucu anda juga mendapat tempias kesenangan ini..... Adakah anda boleh hidup bahagia dan senang tetapi rakyat yang menyokong dan mengangkat anda terkorban dan teraniayah???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUKAN HENDAK KU mengeruhkan lagi suasana yang keruh...tetapi cuba la lihat dan duduk sebaris dengan kami yang dibawah......... Dan anda pasti memahami....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-6878596568221518044?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6878596568221518044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6878596568221518044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6878596568221518044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6878596568221518044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/bukan-hendak-ku.html' title='Bukan Hendak Ku....'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3913437567207092788</id><published>2008-06-06T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:38:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 signs of falling in love</title><content type='html'>13. When your on the phone with them late at night and they&lt;br /&gt;hang up... but you miss them already when it was just&lt;br /&gt;two minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You read their texts over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You walk really slow when you're with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You feel shy whenever you're with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and&lt;br /&gt;faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. You smile when you hear their voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. When you look at them, you can't see the other people&lt;br /&gt;around you... all you see is him/her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. You start listening to slow songs, while thinking of&lt;br /&gt;them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. They become ALL you think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. You get high just from their scent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when&lt;br /&gt;you think about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. You would do anything for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. While reading this, there was one person on your mind&lt;br /&gt;the whole time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now make a wish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3913437567207092788?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3913437567207092788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3913437567207092788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3913437567207092788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3913437567207092788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/13-signs-of-falling-in-love.html' title='13 signs of falling in love'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1186276688256197920</id><published>2008-06-06T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:29:11.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bopsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was daying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled wiht sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she sill wanted her son's dreams to come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She took her son's hand and asked, "Bopsy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be when you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish about what you would do with your life?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true." later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fireman Bob said. "Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! And, if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform made for him, with a real fire halt - not a toy one - with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Bopsy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Bopsy got to sit up on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Bopsy got to go out on all three calls, He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedics' van and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Bopsy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One nite all of his vital signs begin to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the Hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Bopsy had spent as a fireman, so she called the fire chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Bopsy as he made his transition. The chief replied. "We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room? Thanks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About five minuts later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, extended its ladder up to Bopsy's third floor open window and 14 firemen and two fire-women climbed upo the ladder into Bopsy's room. With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With his daying breath, Bopsy looked up at the fire chief and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Chief, am I really a fireman now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Bopsy, you are, " the chief said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With those words, Bopsy smiled and closed his eyes for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jack Canfield and Mark V. Hanse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1186276688256197920?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1186276688256197920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1186276688256197920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1186276688256197920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1186276688256197920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/bopsy.html' title='Bopsy'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-8266360100583408251</id><published>2008-06-06T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:46:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 3:16&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner, the people were in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't trying to sell many papers. He walked up to a policeman and said, "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I sleep in a box up around the corner there and down the alley and it's awful cold in there for tonight. Sure would be nice to have a warm place to stay."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The policeman looked down at the little boy and said, "You go down the street to that big white house and you knock on the door. When they come out the door you just say John 3:16, and they will let you in." So he did. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door, and a lady answered. He looked up and said, "John 3:16." The lady said, "Come on in, Son." She took him in and she sat him down in a split bottom rocker in front of a great big old fireplace, and she went off. The boy sat there for a while and thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it, but it sure makes a cold boy warm.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later she came back and asked him "Are you hungry? " He said, "Well, just a little. I haven't eaten in a couple of days, and I guess I could stand a little bit of food," The lady took him in the kitchen and sat him down to a table full of wonderful food. He ate and ate until he couldn't eat any more. Then he thought to himself: John 3:16...Boy, I sure don't understand it but it sure makes a hungry boy full.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She took him upstairs to a bathroom to a huge bathtub filled with warm water, and he sat there and soaked for a while. As he soaked, he thought to himself: John 3:16... I sure don't understand it, but it sure makes a dirty boy clean. You know, I've not had a bath, a real bath, in my whole life. The only bath I ever had was when I stood in front of that big old fire hydrant as they flushed it out. The lady came in and got him. She took him to a room, tucked him into a big old feather bed, pulled the covers up around his neck, kissed him goodnight and turned out the lights. As he lay in the darkness and looked out the window at the snow coming down on that cold night, he thought to himself: John 3:16...I don't understand it but it sure makes a tired boy rested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next morning the lady came back up and took him down again to that same big table full of food. After he ate, she took him back to that same big old split bottom rocker in front of the fireplace and picked up a big old Bible. She sat down in front of him and looked into his young face. "Do you understand John 3:16? " she asked gently. He replied, "No, Ma'am, I don't. The first time I ever heard it was last night when the policeman told me to use it," She opened the Bible to John 3:16 and began to explain to him about Jesus . Right there, in front of that big old fireplace, he gave his heart and life to Jesus. He sat there and thought: John 3:16 -- don't understand it, but it sure makes a lost boy feel safe.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, I have to confess I don't understand it either, how God was willing to send His Son to die for me, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing. I don't understand the agony of the Father and every angel in heaven as they watched Jesus suffer and die. I don't understand the intense love for ME that kept Jesus on the cross till the end. I don't understand it, but it sure does make life worth living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John 3:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-8266360100583408251?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/8266360100583408251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=8266360100583408251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8266360100583408251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/8266360100583408251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-so-beautiful.html' title='This is so beautiful!'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-527713142256006173</id><published>2008-06-06T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:35:14.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This will give you the chills...! .....GOOD chills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God ... If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, "Turn down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.  Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will". He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here." He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What is it?" The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?" The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is so true. Sometimes it's the simplest things that God asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He's asking, to be able to hear. His voice more clear than ever. Please listen, and obey! It will bless you(and the world). Phil 4:13&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-527713142256006173?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/527713142256006173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=527713142256006173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/527713142256006173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/527713142256006173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-will-give-you-chills-good-chills.html' title='This will give you the chills...! .....GOOD chills.'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3656576415179088990</id><published>2008-06-02T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SABAH UNDUK NGADAU 2008 WINNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SENHpMTqR3I/AAAAAAAAATk/y0mTbtXfxRw/s1600-h/insidepix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207084367174322034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SENHpMTqR3I/AAAAAAAAATk/y0mTbtXfxRw/s400/insidepix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SENHpsTqR4I/AAAAAAAAATs/xv-55l6zaPg/s1600-h/winner2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207084375764256642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SENHpsTqR4I/AAAAAAAAATs/xv-55l6zaPg/s400/winner2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The winner of Unduk Ngadau 2008 goes to Miss Leoni Lawrence Gontuni of Penampang...1st Runner Up: Miss Florence Masibin of Kinabatangan.....2nd Runner Up: Miss Emily Majil of Tambunan.....CONGRATULAIONS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3656576415179088990?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3656576415179088990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3656576415179088990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3656576415179088990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3656576415179088990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sabah-unduk-ngadau-2008-winner.html' title='SABAH UNDUK NGADAU 2008 WINNER'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SENHpMTqR3I/AAAAAAAAATk/y0mTbtXfxRw/s72-c/insidepix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4840741707432680778</id><published>2008-05-23T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:28.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unduk Ngadau 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWieSLiHhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/G0EMm9Odbj8/s1600-h/EmilyMajil-Tbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243585656462866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWieSLiHhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/G0EMm9Odbj8/s400/EmilyMajil-Tbn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Tambunan - Ms Emily Majil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWifCLiHiI/AAAAAAAAATE/wVxsOFykHKo/s1600-h/MellonieTakom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243598541364770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWifCLiHiI/AAAAAAAAATE/wVxsOFykHKo/s400/MellonieTakom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Keningau - Ms Mellonie Takom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWifSLiHjI/AAAAAAAAATM/wSPDeAq5BkA/s1600-h/ScholasticaJohn-LD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243602836332082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWifSLiHjI/AAAAAAAAATM/wSPDeAq5BkA/s400/ScholasticaJohn-LD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Lahad Datu - Ms Scholastica John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWigCLiHkI/AAAAAAAAATU/HFnbb6syHO0/s1600-h/StephanieRChai-Sook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243615721233986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWigCLiHkI/AAAAAAAAATU/HFnbb6syHO0/s400/StephanieRChai-Sook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Sook - Ms Stephanie R.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWigCLiHlI/AAAAAAAAATc/areLEyvlE9g/s1600-h/CecilyWilfred-Inanam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203243615721234002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWigCLiHlI/AAAAAAAAATc/areLEyvlE9g/s400/CecilyWilfred-Inanam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Inanam - Ms Cecily William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgZCLiHcI/AAAAAAAAASU/CLELEDdFPkk/s1600-h/Carmelliny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203241296438894018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgZCLiHcI/AAAAAAAAASU/CLELEDdFPkk/s400/Carmelliny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakli Keningau - Ms. Carmelliny&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgcCLiHdI/AAAAAAAAASc/PtjMehgAc94/s1600-h/JizerestaJimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203241347978501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgcCLiHdI/AAAAAAAAASc/PtjMehgAc94/s400/JizerestaJimmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil DBKK - Ms Jizeresta Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgciLiHeI/AAAAAAAAASk/FET3czbty-o/s1600-h/LeonieLawrence-ppg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203241356568436194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgciLiHeI/AAAAAAAAASk/FET3czbty-o/s400/LeonieLawrence-ppg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Penampang - Ms. Leonie Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgdSLiHfI/AAAAAAAAASs/-eYfTdTKD9Y/s1600-h/LauraFredricaGary-PPr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203241369453338098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgdSLiHfI/AAAAAAAAASs/-eYfTdTKD9Y/s400/LauraFredricaGary-PPr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakli Papar - Ms Laura Fredrica Gary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgdiLiHgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lX9sQmCprEI/s1600-h/FeliciaYapin-BFT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203241373748305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWgdiLiHgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lX9sQmCprEI/s400/FeliciaYapin-BFT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wakil Beaufort - Ms Felicia Yapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4840741707432680778?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4840741707432680778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4840741707432680778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4840741707432680778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4840741707432680778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/05/unduk-ngadau-2008.html' title='Unduk Ngadau 2008'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SDWieSLiHhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/G0EMm9Odbj8/s72-c/EmilyMajil-Tbn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3197866496861871058</id><published>2008-05-18T03:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:24:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 18th May 2008, 3.26am</title><content type='html'>Still blinking my eyes stareing to my Benq 17'' LCD Monitor hoping to find something intresting. Browes and klik, browes and klik... but still can't found what i'm scearhing for. After almost an hour finally I found it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKUKURO KOH KOPUSA - Francis Landong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okukuro koh kopusan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ososogit ko no daah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kada tongob ku ma dogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ososonong oku ie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuong osongulunan ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loyou pingiwaan kito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Koruhango ko do modop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momolingos langad ku ika..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oipi ku ika &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Koopusan....sinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mulong pia do poimposik oku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sundung sompi sodu opurimanan id doros ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Koopusan oku kukuro koh noh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totuong id tolohing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Osogit opurimanan ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Osogit tongus dongotuong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mimang posorow dika......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Direct from the song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3197866496861871058?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3197866496861871058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3197866496861871058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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Ngadau 2008: Klang Valley - Christine Bilan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCvUDUQ4sjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YTmSmWkAQo4/s1600-h/IMGP0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200483348173599282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCvUDUQ4sjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YTmSmWkAQo4/s400/IMGP0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCvUDkQ4skI/AAAAAAAAASE/aOJu-BuiDW0/s1600-h/IMGP0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200483352468566594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCvUDkQ4skI/AAAAAAAAASE/aOJu-BuiDW0/s400/IMGP0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCvUD0Q4slI/AAAAAAAAASM/px48tHdDBRY/s1600-h/IMGP0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200483356763533906" 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type='text'>Ngunduk Ngadau 2007: Klang Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCt9V0Q4sgI/AAAAAAAAARk/KdGC6HnG6E0/s1600-h/IMGP0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200388008489562626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCt9V0Q4sgI/AAAAAAAAARk/KdGC6HnG6E0/s400/IMGP0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCt9WUQ4shI/AAAAAAAAARs/x7NMbqo-mUw/s1600-h/IMGP0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200388017079497234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCt9WUQ4shI/AAAAAAAAARs/x7NMbqo-mUw/s400/IMGP0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SCt9WkQ4siI/AAAAAAAAAR0/rA3gzrIC_II/s1600-h/IMGP0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5206665992572506465</id><published>2008-05-11T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:18:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Will Find A Way by Heather Headley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a perfect world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One we've never known &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would never need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To face the world alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They can have their world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll create our own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not be brave or strong or smart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, somewhere in my secret heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know Love will find a way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere I go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm home If you are there beside me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like dark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turning into day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, we'll come through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I've found you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will find a way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I realize Love is never wrong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, so, it never dies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a perfect world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shining in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, if only they could feel it, too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The happiness I feel with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'd know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere we go, we're home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we are there together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turning into day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, we'll come through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I've found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love will find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5206665992572506465?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3395120359416756885</id><published>2008-05-11T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:29:25.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mother's....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pain &amp;amp; Suppering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sad &amp;amp; Tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tired &amp;amp; Sleepless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurts &amp;amp; felt down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more you couldn't bear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each droped of tear, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each droped of sweat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each droped of blood....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What more you haven't shade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How should we repay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please tell us mother!, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell us so that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can put smile on your face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you are about to leave us forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than we know that you can rest in peace without any regret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3395120359416756885?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3395120359416756885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7203346493560385852</id><published>2008-05-06T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:25:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May This song Heal you Soul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry On My Shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the hero never comes to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need someone you're feeling blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're away from love and you're alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you call your friends and nobody's home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can run away but you can't hide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I show you there's a destiny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best things in life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you wanna cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry on my shoulder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need someone who cares for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're feeling sad your heart gets colder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a place in heaven where we'll go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If heaven is a million years away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh just call me and I make your day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the days are getting hard for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will always stay here by your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never hide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Repeat chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What real love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What real love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What real love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7203346493560385852?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7203346493560385852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7203346493560385852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7203346493560385852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7203346493560385852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-this-song-heal-you-soul.html' title='May This song Heal you Soul...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7859566293972861515</id><published>2008-05-05T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:28:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy This Song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lagu: Ku Merindu&lt;br /&gt;Artis: Ella &amp;amp; Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku merindu,&lt;br /&gt;Merindu cinta yang tulus dari hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu ku impikan hidup bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan selalu menanti balasan cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku berjanji,&lt;br /&gt;Berjanji mencintaimu sepenuh jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak akan mendustakan cinta kekasihku&lt;br /&gt;Agar kau dapat menerima cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku selalu, merindu cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu ada di jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kau pun cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi malu tuk berkata&lt;br /&gt;Usah kau ragui cintaku&lt;br /&gt;Ku tetap merindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kau pun cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi malu tuk berkata&lt;br /&gt;Ku tunggu jawapan cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tetap merindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di saat ini hatiku rindu belaian cinta darimu&lt;br /&gt;Ku harap kau merestui cinta dariku&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu setia menunggu dirimu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7859566293972861515?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7859566293972861515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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turned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into your own all cause you won't.....Listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am alone at a crossroads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not at home, in my own home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I tried and tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say whats on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh,Now I'm done believing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm more than what, you made of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I followed the voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you gave to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now I gotta find, my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You should have listened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is someone here inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone I'd thought had died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm screaming out, for my dreams to be heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will not be pushed aside or worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All cause you won'tListen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'll be moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't....If you won't....&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the song here in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A melody I've start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I will complete&lt;br /&gt;Oh,Now I'm done believing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm more than what, you made of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I followed the voice, you think you gave to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now I gotta find, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my own..my ownn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-819663816967826289?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/819663816967826289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=819663816967826289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/819663816967826289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/819663816967826289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-song-specially-to-sumandak-purple.html' title='This Song Specially to Sumandak Purple...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5630169269854726093</id><published>2008-04-30T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:42:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone....</title><content type='html'>For this few days... scince from Penang, suddently this song pop up in my head... I just can't stop it from coming to my ear and soul.... so i decided to posted it here...maybe there's somenone there like me who will touched by this song ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When Your Gone by Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They lie on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were made for each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out here forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know we were Yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me...Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And make it ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5630169269854726093?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5630169269854726093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5630169269854726093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5630169269854726093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5630169269854726093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone....'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1773185582556704677</id><published>2008-04-23T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:22:29.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu Treatment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebelum ni sya ada post about RINDU kan... so now i want to share one tip how to overcome it...hehehehehe... Actually it is very easy and everyone can make it... but whether you wanna do it or not... The rindu treatment is... RUNNING....hahahhah surpirse ka.. well that exactly what i'd experienced this few days... actully i miss someone badly, so bad that i can't do anything other than thinking of her.... even i'd already talk to her thru phone but perasaan rindu didn't cool down...malah tambah lg... so i decided to do something about it by doing some physical exercise... so the easiest and cheeper physical exercise is RUNNING or in the other word ..jogging.. But make sure you wear the right attier and the place where you plan to run is safe. Than ...apa lagi after do some stretching ..lari la... start with slowly and when perasaan rindu tu masih kuat tambahkan kelajuan larian dan semakin kuat perasaan rindu tu datang ...semakin laju la anda lari... until you feel tired.. slowdown a little bit... don't stop just walk...than continue jogging but this time biarlah pada kelajuan yang sederhana (ikut kemampuan diri) tetapi tetap. Sambil mengingati orang yg dirindu anda teruskan larian anda.... you'll be suprise by it result. Bukan sahaja perasaan rindu anda tu redah ke tahap yang boleh dikawal (normal) tetapi anda akan lebih terkejut dengan jarak(lebih jauh) dan masa(lebih lama) anda berlari. In my case... i ran for almost 1 hour without stoped (normally 20 minutes ran pun penat suda sya). Lagi best bila hujan turun (not heavy one) coz...it will become more dramatical.... but pastikan smpi rumah mandi trus... nanti sakit. Bukan sahaja anda akan merasa sehat tetpi perasaan dan fikiran juga menjadi tenang......Ok tu ja....selamat mencuba.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1773185582556704677?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1773185582556704677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1773185582556704677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1773185582556704677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1773185582556704677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/rindu-treatment.html' title='Rindu Treatment....'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6969650601559122568</id><published>2008-04-23T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back: My First Surgical Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447001752057154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HCY55NUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1_4W4XeDJTI/s400/14092007024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Not all pain is a bad thing.... it's part of learning... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HC455NVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tFtimK5XCX0/s1600-h/14092007025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447010341991762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HC455NVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tFtimK5XCX0/s400/14092007025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's up to us to turn it (pain) into something memorable...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447590162576850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9Hko55NdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/X7SlplF_OSM/s400/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Beware of someone smile..... sometime it's not true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HC455NWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_YgY0U1fKOo/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447010341991778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HC455NWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_YgY0U1fKOo/s400/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life's like that...sometimes we happy, but there's one time that will hurt.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447585867609522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HkY55NbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tcI7eUr8tEw/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tiada yang lebih baik dan mengembirakan apabila kita mempunyai kawan yang sanggup berkongsi suka dan duka bersama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447590162576834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9Hko55NcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/l-7bxHEb1co/s400/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rest and pouse, walk don't run, slowdown our life than we can enjoy our life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HDY55NXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ss3T5zLLmdw/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447018931926386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HDY55NXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ss3T5zLLmdw/s400/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life without friends is like life without meaning.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447572982707602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9Hjo55NZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BEtgZjm7apM/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Laugh is the best medicine.... trust me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HDo55NYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5PmcO-x1ICU/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447023226893698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HDo55NYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5PmcO-x1ICU/s400/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time will pass faster when we have company... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192447581572642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HkI55NaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/F_29pKRGuuk/s400/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Even when we're in pain.... it's not the reason for us not to be happy...&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/3353870404639992173-6969650601559122568?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6969650601559122568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6969650601559122568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6969650601559122568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6969650601559122568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/flash-back-my-first-surgical-experience.html' title='Flash Back: My First Surgical Experience'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA9HCY55NUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/1_4W4XeDJTI/s72-c/14092007024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5218887926992807040</id><published>2008-04-23T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:30.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasukan Bola Tampar JPP 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA62Ko55NTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/viUFnRNwfwo/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287714299950386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA62Ko55NTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/viUFnRNwfwo/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mewakili jabatan dalam pertandingan tertutup bola tampar KTAK pada April 2008 bertempat di KTAK, Putrajaya. Penulis merupakan yang paling muda dalam pasukan. First time main dalam satu pasukan tetapi masih dapat tempat ke-2. Dalam pasukan ini ada 4 orang berjawatan Pengarah, seorang Penolong Pengarah Kanan, dua org Engineer, seorang juruteknik kanan dan dua orang driver... Merupakan team paling banyak pemain veteran.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5218887926992807040?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5218887926992807040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5218887926992807040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5218887926992807040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5218887926992807040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/pasukan-bola-tampar-jpp-2008.html' title='Pasukan Bola Tampar JPP 2008'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SA62Ko55NTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/viUFnRNwfwo/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4378289221259796455</id><published>2008-04-22T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:40:01.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu?</title><content type='html'>Apakah perasaan rindu itu?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg kita ingat selalu?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg kita terbayang-bayang selalu?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membuatkan kita hilang tumpuan?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membuatkan kita berdebar-debar?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg menghayalkan?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membuat kita tidak sabar?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membuatkan kita teruja?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membuatkan kita sentiasa senyum?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membuatkan kita menjadi tidak tentu arah?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg menyeksakan?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia suatu yg membahagiakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah anda rindu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4378289221259796455?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4378289221259796455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4378289221259796455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4378289221259796455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4378289221259796455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/rindu.html' title='Rindu?'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2331209418662969911</id><published>2008-04-21T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karnival Futsal Borneo 5'S Momogun 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SAvza4h7mmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/maXarmEDWzw/s1600-h/IMGP0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191510638651480674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SAvza4h7mmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/maXarmEDWzw/s400/IMGP0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiri Belakang: Ikung, Jory (tumpang team), Jerry &amp;amp; U'ku&lt;br /&gt;Kiri Depan: Jaka, Kolong, Daven, Roger, Tan Sri Bernard Dompok, Dam &amp;amp; Black &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah kepada team Amanz (Si Aman-Aman) kerana telah menjadi naib johan sempena Karnival Futsal Borneo 5'S anjuran Persatuan Momogun Malaysia (MSM) yang diadakan di Kelab Sukan Hi To De Futsal, Subang jaya. Hadiah berupa medal dan wang tuani RM200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun hanya mendapat tempat kedua dalam kumpulan namun hasil kerja keras dan komitmen dari setiap pemain telah membuahkan hasil walaupun terpaksa tunduk pada sepakan penalti di final. Pada awal minit pertama perlawanan akhir penyerang utama si Jaka telah mendapat kekejangan otot dan terpaksa dikeluarkan dan digantikan dengan si Kolong . Namun begitu corak permainan tidak berubah dan akhirnya dapat menyamakan kedudukan di akhir2 masa perlawanan dengan jarigan 2-2. Sepakan penalti menyaksikan team Amanz tewas 2-1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2331209418662969911?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2331209418662969911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2331209418662969911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2331209418662969911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2331209418662969911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/karnival-futsal-borneo-5s-momogun-2008.html' title='Karnival Futsal Borneo 5&apos;S Momogun 2008'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SAvza4h7mmI/AAAAAAAAAPc/maXarmEDWzw/s72-c/IMGP0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-537710599920546478</id><published>2008-04-16T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:31.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation To Connie Suzan Alsson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SAWbAacfhiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RdFdClhnQYc/s1600-h/DSC01804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189724577015498274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SAWbAacfhiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RdFdClhnQYc/s400/DSC01804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tahniah kepada saudari Connie Suzan (@ pinsan)  kerana baru sahaja melangsungkan Konvokesyennya di Politeknik KK hari ini dalam bidang Sijil Pengurusan Perniagaan. Blog ini mengucapkan selamat maju jaya dalam apa juga bidang yang akan diceburi selepas ini. TAHNIAH !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-537710599920546478?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/537710599920546478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=537710599920546478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/537710599920546478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/537710599920546478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/congratulation-to-connie-susan-alson.html' title='Congratulation To Connie Suzan Alsson'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SAWbAacfhiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/RdFdClhnQYc/s72-c/DSC01804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5015489837240970789</id><published>2008-04-10T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:02:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freecodesource.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.freecodesource.com/myspace-graphics/images/poems^quotes/prod_659_17872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5015489837240970789?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5015489837240970789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5015489837240970789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5015489837240970789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5015489837240970789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/comments.html' title=''/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-625800381326529743</id><published>2008-04-09T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:10:31.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petikan dari Berita Harian, 9 hb April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datuk tawar khidmat perlindungan disiasat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuala Lumpur: Seorang pegawai kanan penguat kuasa undang2 bergelar 'Datuk' disiasat atas dakwaan menawarkan 'perkhidmatan perlindungan' kepada sebuah syarikat hartanah yang didakwa merampas 787 hektar ladang kelapa sawit milik pekebun kecil di Kunak, Sabah.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petikan di atas adalah sebahagian kecil daripada pembongkaran sindekit pengambil-alihan tanah2 di Sabah. Dalam petikan tersebut juga menyatakan beberapa pegawai kanan Jabatan Tanah dan Ukur Sabah mungkin terbabit dalam skandal itu. Mungkinkah pengambil-alihan tanah2 orang kampung dan tanah2 (kelas dua) di kawasan2 lain seperti di Pitas, Kota Marudu, Paitan dan banyak lagi bahagian lain di sabah juga menggunakan kaedah yang sama?... Menurut sumber yg boleh dipercayai sebuah syarikat besar (diketahui umum di Sabah) telah pun memiliki tanah yg beribu hektar luasnya. Apa yang menghairankan tanah2 ini kebanyakannya telah di pohon oleh orang kampung terlebih dahulu malah sudah ada tanaman yang diusahakan seperti getah dan buah-buahan di 'rampas' tanpa pengetahuan mereka. Sebaik mereka datang ke tanah tersebut telah ada pancang dan batu tanda tanah tersebut telah di ambil alih. Selain daripada itu hutan2 kelas dua yg sepatutnya ditanam semula dengan pokok balak telah di 'ambil' oleh syarikat besar ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara yang paling menyedihkan apabila orang kampung telah di 'tipu' sehingga menjadi 'hamba di tanah sendiri'. Apa yang saya maksudkan disini adalah apabila tanah yang memang milik mereka dijual kepada sebuah syarikat sawit dan akhirnya bekerja dengan syarikat tersebut. Jika kaedah seperti FELDA digunakan, maka tidaklah menjadi soal kerana tanah hanya dipinjam/disewa dalam masa 30-50 tahun bergantung kepada perjanjian. Dan selepas itu tanah tersebut dipulangkan semula kepada pemilik asal. Seperti yang kita ketahui kebanyakan daripada peserta FELDA telah menjadi jutawan tanpa kehilangan tanah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu ikrar atau manifesto BN sebelum pilihan raya lepas adalah untuk menyelesaikan kes ini dan sebagai penduduk Sabah adalah sangat2 diharapkan agar masalah ini dapat diselesaikan dalam masa terdekat. Jika perkara ini tidak juga dapat di selesaikan maka besar kemungkinan kepercayaan rakyat terutamanya di Sabah pada BN akan hilang seterusnya memberi peluang kepada parti dan wakil rakyat yang benar2 mengangkat suara rakyat tanpa memikirkan kepentingan diri sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-625800381326529743?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/625800381326529743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=625800381326529743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/625800381326529743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/625800381326529743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/petikan-dari-berita-harian-9-hb-april.html' title='Petikan dari Berita Harian, 9 hb April 2008'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2238630039534228095</id><published>2008-04-08T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:37:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadiah buat Neo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tanpa disedari tarikh sudah menunjukkan 8hb April 2008, seperti tahun2 sebelumnya hati ini sentiasa terkedu dengan peredaran waktu yg terlalu pantas. Walaupun baru 4 bulan di tahun 2008 namun sudah banyak perkara yg mengejutkan berlaku. Kejutan yang paling besar ialah keputusan pilihan raya negara yg ke-12. Bukan sahaja BN gagal menawan Kelantan tetap 4 pula negeri dan 1 wilayah persekutuan telah jatuh ke tangan pembangkang. Kejutan lebih besar apabila menteri paling lama Datuk S. Vellu kalah di gelangang sendiri. Itu pasal pilihan raya.... di kg pula...banjir yg bukan sahaja besar tapi juga berlaku sebanyak 4 kali dalam masa 3 bulan.... Namun kejutan yg paling besar adalah...bila mrs sya di bedah tuk mengeluarkan appendix dia yg dijangkiti kuman. Dan 2 minggu selepas pembedahan tsb dia di sahkan mengandung walaupun sebelum pembedahan dijalankan ujian kehamilan telah dijalankan tetapi negetif. Dan kesannya, risiko keguguran adalah tinggi. Sekarang kandungan sudah masuk 4 bulan dan Dr menyatakan risiko keguguran masih tinggi.  Aduh... mcm mana ni... bagaimana tuk sya menjaga mrs sedangkan sya begitu jauh di perantauan. Di tambah masalah kewangan yg belum stabil merumitkan lagi keadaan. Namun begitu skrg bukan masanya tuk mengeluh.... Dengan doa yang sering ku kirim buat mereka, pasti Tuhan sentiasa melindungi dan menjaga mereka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3hb Arpil lalu adalah hari jadi c neo yg ke-3 dan sekali lagi sya tidak dapat bersama2 dengan dia tuk meraihkan hari yg paling dia nanti-nantikan. Malah belum ada hadiah untuk  sya berikan padanya. Masa tu sya benar2 merasa sunyi dan sekli lagi airmata menitis menemani diri. Esok nya 4hb April sya mendapat kabar yg benar2 mengembirakan, sya telah lulus semua peperiksaan dan akan ditawarkan ke jawatan tetap. Puji Tuhan yang merencanakan semua ini, kerana memberikan kabar gembira di saat sya begitu rindu akan mereka dan dengan itu kabar gembira ini saya hadiakan tuk Neo semoga Neo akan sentiasa sehat dan dilindungi Dia Sumber Kasih Yang Agung..... Happy Birthday Neo.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2238630039534228095?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2238630039534228095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2238630039534228095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2238630039534228095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2238630039534228095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hadiah-buat-neo.html' title='Hadiah buat Neo...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5747984452222748714</id><published>2008-04-07T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:31.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_mFm3xMu4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/1cpMI-5DqS0/s1600-h/Tarap1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186323348745665410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_mFm3xMu4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/1cpMI-5DqS0/s400/Tarap1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha... I force this 'sumandak' (women that not marry yet) to hold the 'Tarap' (a local fruit) so she can be my model... but becouse she can't hold the fruit a bit longger (the fruit is a bit heavy for some girl) I can only took a few shot. And this the best i guess... ok about this fruit...amazingly it can only be found at borneo especially in Sabah. And it's quite famous among local people not only becouse it tasty (eat raw - taste so sweet) but also it's very delicious if you make cookies from it.  Young 'tarap' can be cooked as food for lunch or dinner.  Even the leaf of this fruit is usefull as a rice 'bowl' (longtime ago when plastice bowl or plate or tupperware has not being introduce, local will used this leaf to wrap rice especially when they are big party like wedding to be held). But sadly no body try to comercialise it or do some research on it.  Even the price of the 'tarap' is increasing year by year the quality of the 'tarap' is still the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3353870404639992173-5747984452222748714?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5747984452222748714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5747984452222748714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5747984452222748714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5747984452222748714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/tarap.html' title='Tarap'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_mFm3xMu4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/1cpMI-5DqS0/s72-c/Tarap1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7382325917860406166</id><published>2008-04-07T09:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:31.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_l77HxMu3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1FpjDI-bL8g/s1600-h/Neo%26House.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186312701521738610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_l77HxMu3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1FpjDI-bL8g/s400/Neo%26House.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personally i really love this picture and I think it's one of my best 'moment picture'... I didn't noticed it while i took this picture until i upload it at my computer and saw it. It's just like 'wow' and my heart pumping hard. Maybe it becouse i miss that boy badly and the expression that he shown really compliment his personality. His body posture and the position he is standing really cought the perfect moment. The only thing that i regret is the quality of the picture that not good enough. That becouse my skill isn't polished yet. Just look at the sky, it's so bright ('burn out' in photography term). That becouse I allow too much light enter my lens. So to do that I need to lower a little bit of my lens. Another way to solve this probleum is to used filter such as polarize filter that can filter the excess of light and make our picture colour more bold. By the way...this picture is taken just unfront of my uncle Jaimau house (as can see at the pic) and the house next to it is the boy grand father house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7382325917860406166?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7382325917860406166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7382325917860406166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7382325917860406166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7382325917860406166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonder-it.html' title='Wonder it...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_l77HxMu3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/1FpjDI-bL8g/s72-c/Neo%26House.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4607574415584847539</id><published>2008-04-03T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:21:16.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.I.S.S</title><content type='html'>When I started my sales career, one of the first things I was taught was to “Keep It Simple, Salesman.” Communicate in such a way that your message is unmistakably clear. If the message is not clear, the prospect ends up con fused, and a confused person seldom takes action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This advice can be followed in any field of endeavor. For example, in marathon running today we use sports psychologists, computerized training regimens, and state-of-the-art running shoes.  Perhaps all of that is necessary if you want to win the big race. I’m not denying that these things help, but Toshihiko Seko didn’t need them to win the Boston Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tremendously impressed when Seko won the Boston Marathon in 1981. His training program was simplicity itself, and Seko explained it with twelve words: “I run ten kilometers in the morning and twenty in the evening.” At this point you probably think. There’s a catch! But this plan enable him to outrun the world’s greatest, fastest, most gifted runners. When Seko was told that his plan seemed to simple compared to that of other marathoners, he replied, “The plan is simple, but I do it every single day, 365 days a year. “simple? Yes. Easy? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my conviction that most people fail to reach their goals not because their plans are too simple or too complicated. Most people don’t reach their goals because they’re not committed and willing to follow their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our goals do not require detailed plans, but all of them require that we must follow the plan we have. Seko’s plan was effective because he followed if every day. You can’t get more simple than that! Follow Toshihiko Seko’s example; make certain your plan to reach your goal is simple, than follow it carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4607574415584847539?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4607574415584847539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4607574415584847539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4607574415584847539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4607574415584847539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiss.html' title='K.I.S.S'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-4220910397852523391</id><published>2008-03-31T07:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back Banjir 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap1XxMuuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2lbHkvxLaMQ/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183689167993617122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap1XxMuuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2lbHkvxLaMQ/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jln masuk ke "kawalayan"(perumahan berpusat di kg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap13xMuvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/57-NUblNros/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183689176583551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap13xMuvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/57-NUblNros/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Padang sekolah yg menjadi 'lautan milo'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap13xMuwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Gxwborz-5fo/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183689176583551746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap13xMuwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Gxwborz-5fo/s400/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; satu2 nya tempt yg tinggi di kg... kiri kanan jln ni adalah sk masolog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap2HxMuxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BR9ZsOeQZ_s/s1600-h/Jalan+masuk+ruma+mentua+riga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183689180878519058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap2HxMuxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BR9ZsOeQZ_s/s400/Jalan+masuk+ruma+mentua+riga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jln masuk ke blok Tagas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap2HxMuyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oLimQI481rQ/s1600-h/Dpan+rumah+onwai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183689180878519074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap2HxMuyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oLimQI481rQ/s400/Dpan+rumah+onwai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jln depan rumah uncle Jaimau... kiri kanan jalan ni adalah sawah padi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183693106478627666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_AtanxMu1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/arDuxPCsMYM/s400/Ruma+lamou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rumah di lamou....kawasan paling rendah di kg masolog...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183693106478627634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_AtanxMuzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LKhH2kJAw5M/s400/Klinik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Klinik desa yg hampir tenggelam.... Bidan terpaksa berpindah buat sementara ke kawasan yg selamat....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183693106478627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_AtanxMu0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/UBiCEfXDLS4/s400/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gereja SDA Masolog...yg tenggelam.... acara kebaktian terpaksa di adakan di rumah masing2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-4220910397852523391?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/4220910397852523391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=4220910397852523391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4220910397852523391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/4220910397852523391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/03/flash-back-banjir-2008.html' title='Flash Back Banjir 2008'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R_Ap1XxMuuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2lbHkvxLaMQ/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-3043193642403926330</id><published>2008-03-21T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:33.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piala Borneo 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R-MPjnxMubI/AAAAAAAAALk/_2jYVpdqLVw/s1600-h/The+Team.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180001101051378098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R-MPjnxMubI/AAAAAAAAALk/_2jYVpdqLVw/s400/The+Team.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pasukan Gorogom terdiri daripada (dari kiri berdiri) K'do, Riga, Black, Alexius, Kolong, Ikung dan Jory. (dari kiri duduk) Otiw, K'ku, Josly, Daven, Jolly dan Jebly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R-MCfHxMuZI/AAAAAAAAALU/Bs9VCZzN7mU/s1600-h/IMGP0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180001088166476194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R-MPi3xMuaI/AAAAAAAAALc/ppKe08Mv88E/s400/The+Champion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Juara Piala Broneo tahun 2008 dengan hadiah Piala Pusingan, Piala Johan, Medal, Hamper dan Wang tunai RM500... BLOG NI MENGUCAPKAN TAHNIAH... tahun depan kita pertahankan kejuaraan kita kiowo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-3043193642403926330?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/3043193642403926330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=3043193642403926330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3043193642403926330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/3043193642403926330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/03/piala-borneo-2008.html' title='Piala Borneo 2008'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R-MPjnxMubI/AAAAAAAAALk/_2jYVpdqLVw/s72-c/The+Team.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2817010611673719685</id><published>2008-01-07T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:33.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukun Family Day 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R4GA5iJAgoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XITnl0qkWM8/s1600-h/IMGP0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R4GA6CJAgpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/B4WrKoZynjs/s1600-h/IMGP0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152541183183979154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R4GA6CJAgpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/B4WrKoZynjs/s400/IMGP0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ini la keluarga kita. Dari kiri yang sulung sis Ros, Bro Fanch, Bro Put, Bro Riga, Sis Dym, Bro Kuku, Sis Ungau and Bro K'do...Bersama Bapa Mama yang sangat dikasihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R4GA6iJAgqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wN3mBJdkwDo/s1600-h/IMGP0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152541191773913762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R4GA6iJAgqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wN3mBJdkwDo/s400/IMGP0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ini lah generasi kedua keluarga Ukun.. Belakang; Baby dan Boboy, Tengah; Kitol, Neo dan Ady, Bawah; Dx, Paling Bawah; Gulach dan Gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2817010611673719685?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2817010611673719685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2817010611673719685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2817010611673719685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2817010611673719685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2008/01/ini-la-keluarga-kita.html' title='Ukun Family Day 2007'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/R4GA6CJAgpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/B4WrKoZynjs/s72-c/IMGP0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6929437655692374848</id><published>2007-11-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:03:48.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsons - Luluh</title><content type='html'>Saat terindah saat bersamamu,&lt;br /&gt;Begitu lelapnya aku pun terbuai,&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya aku telah berharap,&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan memiliki dirimu selamanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segenap hatiku luluh dan tak,&lt;br /&gt;Mengiringi dukaku dan kehilangan dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh ku tak mampu tuk mereda, &lt;br /&gt;Kepedihan hatiku untuk merelakan kepergianmu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku yakini cinta takkan berakhir,&lt;br /&gt;Namun takdir menuliskan kita harus berakhir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segenap hatiku luluh dan tak,&lt;br /&gt;Mengiringi dukaku dan kehilangan dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh ku tak mampu tuk mereda, &lt;br /&gt;Kepedihan hatiku untuk merelakan kepergianmu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sanggup ku merelakan mu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segenap hatiku luluh dan tak,&lt;br /&gt;Mengiringi dukaku dan kehilangan dirimu,&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh ku tak mampu tuk mereda, &lt;br /&gt;Kepedihan hatiku untuk merelakan kepergianmu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-6929437655692374848?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6929437655692374848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6929437655692374848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6929437655692374848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6929437655692374848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/11/samsons-luluh.html' title='Samsons - Luluh'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-2735403710604346943</id><published>2007-11-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:59:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Terasa Rindu</title><content type='html'>Dafi Akademi Fantasia 5  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa agaknya khabarmu di sana?&lt;br /&gt;Di sini ku sedang dibelenggu rindu&lt;br /&gt;Beginikah rasa seksa perpisahan&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh anehnya hidup berasingan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati terasa bagai tertinggal di situ&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun tubuh dah jauh beribu batu&lt;br /&gt;Sesaat seperti tahun lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Semasa kau tiada&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang terdaya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila terasa rindu ku sebut namamu&lt;br /&gt;Dengan harapan kau akan muncul dalam tidur&lt;br /&gt;Bila terasa rindu ku bayang wajahmu dalam angan&lt;br /&gt;Dan barulah ku terasa bagai disembuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jauh sekali hidup di sini berbeza&lt;br /&gt;Beribu kali lagi ku selesa di sana&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar menantikan detik kepulangan&lt;br /&gt;Namun hingga itu&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang termampu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila terasa rindu ku sebut namamu&lt;br /&gt;Dengan harapan kau akan muncul dalam tidur&lt;br /&gt;Bila terasa rindu ku bayang wajahmu dalam angan&lt;br /&gt;Dan barulah ku terasa bagai disembuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlintas di fikiran untuk meminggirkan saja&lt;br /&gt;Semua pencarian di sini&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ini sebahagian dari pengorbanan&lt;br /&gt;Bekalan andainya hari sukar mencabar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-2735403710604346943?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/2735403710604346943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=2735403710604346943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2735403710604346943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/2735403710604346943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/11/bila-terasa-rindu.html' title='Bila Terasa Rindu'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6094334529848608214</id><published>2007-10-04T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:34.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bapa Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RwUDZje7_bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cYcZk9TXOEc/s1600-h/BapaMama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117500289133051314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RwUDZje7_bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cYcZk9TXOEc/s400/BapaMama.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beginilah keadaan bapa dan mama yg sudah dimakan usia masa. Bapa yang berusia 62thn dan mama 58th (rasa2nya) masih kelihatan kuat dan bertenaga. Pada usia sebegini kebiasaannya org sudah memilih untuk bersara dan berehat, tetapi bagi mereka, selagi anak2 masih ada yg bersekolah selagi tu tanggungjawap untuk membelanjakan mereka terletak di bahu mereka. Mama misalnya walaupun tidak sehat (tekanan darah tidak menentu) tidak juga dia dapat menahan atau menghindar diri dari lumpur dan panahan terik mentari... "tidak senang rasanya melihat rumput yg melambai-lambai di antara padi2 mula berbunga..." ulas mama. Bapa pula selain ke bendang dia berusaha juga mendapatkan projek kecil2an untuk menambah pendapatan keluarga. Saya sebenarnya sangat kagum denganya kerana saya rasa inilah cita-citanya dari dulu lagi iaitu memiliki lesen kontrakor sendiri dan melaksanakan projek yang diberi dengan sebaik-baiknya. Dan sesuatu yang sangat kami sebagai anak2 kagumi tentang bapa ialah sifatnya yang sentiasa tenang dan sgt sabar dalam apa jua keadaan. Saya sendiri sudah banyak kali menyakiti (tidak termasuk zaman kanak2 ah....masa tu klu buat silap kompom berbilar betis) malah memberi malu pada bapa dan mama...tetapi tidak pernah sekali pun mereka mengeluarkan kata2 sumpahan atau herdikan....malah dengan penuh kesabaran mencari penyelasaian. Dan saat ini hati berbisik....apakah yg boleh ku lakukan tuk membahagaikan mereka kerana untuk membalas hatibudi mereka sudah tentu tiada apa yang dapat sya lakukan...jadi apa yg harus sya lakukan?..... Pertanyaan ini juga untuk kakak, abang2 dan adik2 sekalian... Apa yang kita boleh lakukan untuk membahagiakan mereka selagi berpeluang? Selagi masih boleh kita bersua muka dan berbalas bicara dengan mereka? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RwUDPTe7_aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/z38RSl3hlnI/s1600-h/Bapa.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3353870404639992173-6094334529848608214?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6094334529848608214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6094334529848608214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6094334529848608214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6094334529848608214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/10/bapa-mama.html' title='Bapa Mama'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RwUDZje7_bI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cYcZk9TXOEc/s72-c/BapaMama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-6551589198358748780</id><published>2007-09-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:52:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambar masa di HUKM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Ru28ZKPkXoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4wA2Qdlls_M/s1600-h/14092007027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110948292567785090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Ru28ZKPkXoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4wA2Qdlls_M/s320/14092007027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lebih kurang jam 10 am, 14hb Sept 2007, Jumaat, saya dibawa ke Bilik Pembedahan untuk menjalani Laparoscopic Appendicectomy akibat acute appendicitis (jangkitan kuman pada apendix). Saya hanya sedar kira2 jam 2.50pm dan kemudiannya dibawa balik ke wad 1 di mana sya ditempatkan sejak kemarin.  Gambar ini diambil selepas sya baru keluar dari dewan bedah. Sya ma Jelimik Sawatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Ru28HqPkXnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UP04i03SCns/s1600-h/14092007024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110947991920074354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Ru28HqPkXnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UP04i03SCns/s320/14092007024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam senyuman ini sebenarnya tersembunyi kesakitan yg tidak terkata...... apapun tetap bersyukur dan Puji Tuhan kerana segalanya berjalan dengan lancar.. Sya teringat akan kata2 Ayub dalam Ayub 2:10 " Apakah kita mahu menerima yang baik dari Allah, tetapi tidak mahu menerima yang buruk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RuzsQqPkXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mat8stIOwms/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110719448120319586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RuzsQqPkXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mat8stIOwms/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekanan darah di perikasa dari masa ke semasa... pada masa ini bacaan darah adalah 129/74...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RuzrGaPkXlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/slgWo2i6dzA/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110718172515032658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RuzrGaPkXlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/slgWo2i6dzA/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kawan2 dan adik2 yg datang melawat pada hari Sabtu. Dari kiri (Miller, Kuku, sya, Kdo, Sharil (rakan setugas) dan kameraman jerry). Thanks for comming, your support mean so much to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RuzqyqPkXkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2Kq2M8qQijg/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110717833212616258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/RuzqyqPkXkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2Kq2M8qQijg/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace to all of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-6551589198358748780?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/6551589198358748780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=6551589198358748780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6551589198358748780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/6551589198358748780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/gambar-masa-di-hukm.html' title='Gambar masa di HUKM'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/Ru28ZKPkXoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4wA2Qdlls_M/s72-c/14092007027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-7206864442521390122</id><published>2007-09-16T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:11:41.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Not Love You - by Joy Enriquez</title><content type='html'>Cannot touch, cannot hold, cannot be together&lt;br /&gt;Cannot love, cannot kiss, cannot love each other&lt;br /&gt;Must be strong and we must let go&lt;br /&gt;Cannot say what our hearts must know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell my heart&lt;br /&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;How does one walks away&lt;br /&gt;From all of the memories&lt;br /&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot dream, cannot share sweet and tender moments&lt;br /&gt;Cannot feel how we feel, must pretend its over&lt;br /&gt;Must be brave and we must go on, must not say&lt;br /&gt;What weve known all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell my heart&lt;br /&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;How does one walks away&lt;br /&gt;From all of the memories&lt;br /&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Must be brave and we must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cannot say what weve known all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you&lt;br /&gt;What do I tell my heart&lt;br /&gt;When do I not want you here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;How does one walks away&lt;br /&gt;From all of the memories&lt;br /&gt;How do I not miss you when you are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love you&lt;br /&gt;When you are gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-7206864442521390122?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/7206864442521390122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=7206864442521390122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7206864442521390122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/7206864442521390122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-can-i-not-love-you-by-joy-enriquez.html' title='How Can I Not Love You - by Joy Enriquez'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5146667240177166057</id><published>2007-09-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:17:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemuruh – Faizal Tahir</title><content type='html'>Bila bertalu rentak di kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Hasrat yang tersirat semakin ku buru&lt;br /&gt;Bila bergema laungan gempita&lt;br /&gt;Harapan bernyala nadiku berganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemuruh jiwa semangat membara&lt;br /&gt;Dari puncak ingin ke angkasa&lt;br /&gt;Berkalungkan bintang berkelipan&lt;br /&gt;Menyerlah jauh dari yang biasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila bertalu rentak di kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Hasrat yang tersirat semakin ku buru&lt;br /&gt;Bila bergema laungan gempita&lt;br /&gt;Harapan bernyala nadiku berganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemuruh jiwa semangat membara&lt;br /&gt;Dari puncak ingin ke angkasa&lt;br /&gt;Berkalungkan bintang berkelipan&lt;br /&gt;Menyerlah jauh dari yang biasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungkapan ini bukan sekadar bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya pastikan terbukti nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulang :&lt;br /&gt;Gemuruh jiwa semangat membara&lt;br /&gt;Dari puncak ingin ke angkasa&lt;br /&gt;Berkalungkan bintang berkelipan&lt;br /&gt;Menyerlah jauh dari yang biasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5146667240177166057?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5146667240177166057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5146667240177166057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5146667240177166057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5146667240177166057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/gemuruh-faizal-tahir.html' title='Gemuruh – Faizal Tahir'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1632245126732685688</id><published>2007-09-07T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:44:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Addicted</title><content type='html'>Saya tidak tahu bila keadaan ini bermula tetapi baru2 ini keadaan ini bertambah extrem apabila sepanjang masa sya asyik memikirkan perkara ini. Dari office hingga la ke rumah dan dari semua perbualan dengan kawan2 sya pasti memikirkan atau menselitkan perkara ini.....sya bertanya-tanya pada diri sendiri adakah sya telah ketagih atau ini cuma suam2 kuku ja or hangat2 tahi ayam... Tetapi setelah difikirkan dengan teliti saya yakin inilah hobi baru saya dan hobi ini adalah 'Taking Picture'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobi ini sebenarnya telah lama terpendam dalam diri cuma dulu2 saya tidak mampu untuk merealisasikannya...maklumlah mesti ada kamera sendiri dan kamera tu pula bukan yg jenis biasa 'shot &amp; take' tapi yg SLR 'aim, shot &amp; take' maksudnya yg manual focus la. Baru2 ni sya dicover satu site yg sangat merangsang hobi terpendam sya ni iaitu www.trekeart.com. Site ini adalah site yg menghimpunkan gambar2 yg diambil dari seluruh dunia oleh jurugambar2 dari seluruh dunia. Apa yg sangat menarik adalah bagimana mereka merakamkan gambar tersebut dan memberi penerangan tentang setiap gambar yang diambil. Saya sangat teruja apabila melihat objek yang biasa kita lihat tetapi bila di rakamkan dalam bentuk gambar objek tersebut seperti 'bernyawa' yang cuba menyampaikan sesuatu messege tertentu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat teruja melihat gambar tersebut sehinggakan sya ingin menjadi sebahagian dari komuniti itu. Lalu sya mencari-cari site yg boleh memberi bimbingan tentang harga dan dan jenis kamera yg sesuai dengan kemampuan sya. Lalu sya menemui site ni shashinki.com. Di samping tu sya gak membaca review org ramai tentang model yg sya consider mo beli yg terdapat di dcresource.pricegrabber.com. Site2 ni banyak membantu sya dlm memilih model kamera yg mana harus sya pilih. Akhirnya saya memilih antara dua model ni Nikon D40 dgn Pentax K100D yg mana kedua-duanya berharga RM2150.00. Masing2 mempunyai kelebihan contohnya Nikon D40 menghasilkan kualiti gambar yg lebih baik dan cepat apabila gambar yg diambil adalah di tempat yg kurang pencahayaan berbanding Pentax K100D. Tetapi Pentax K100D mempunyai anti-shaking yg mana sangat penting bagi amature mcm sya. So rasanya sya kena testing juga kedua2 kamera ni baru boleh buat keputusan mana model yg terbaik tuk sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa2 pun harap2 hobi sya ni tidak bersifat sementara saja dan klau boleh sya juga mau pergi ke merata tempat tuk merakamkan saat2 yang indah dan tidak terduga. Di samping itu mugkin sya boleh menyumbangkan sesuatu kepada masyarakat setempat khususnya dan dunia amnya dengan gambar2 yg bakal dirakam oleh sya sendiri. Tidak sabar rasanya untuk merasai pengalaman itu.... Tetapi apa2 pun masih banyak perkara yg harus sya pertimbangkan sebelum mengambil keputusan tuk memiliki sebuah kamera SLR ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1632245126732685688?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1632245126732685688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1632245126732685688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1632245126732685688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1632245126732685688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-addicted.html' title='My New Addicted'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5832381060201947663</id><published>2007-09-05T09:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:07:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Husband...</title><content type='html'>Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong. Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins,cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in  lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast,steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jack asks, "Son...what happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway,and got that black eye when you ran into the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Coffee Table $239.99&lt;br /&gt;Hot Breakfast $4.20&lt;br /&gt;Two Aspirins $1.38&lt;br /&gt;Saying the right thing, at the right time...... PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5832381060201947663?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5832381060201947663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5832381060201947663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5832381060201947663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5832381060201947663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-husband.html' title='The Good Husband...'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-1599443795726196965</id><published>2007-09-05T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:51:14.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love</title><content type='html'>This is what True Love is all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him look at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.  I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as he patted my hand and said, " She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."  I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-1599443795726196965?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/1599443795726196965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=1599443795726196965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1599443795726196965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/1599443795726196965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/true-love.html' title='True love'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353870404639992173.post-5119643272660022732</id><published>2007-09-05T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:48:40.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW HAPPY IS LIFE WITHOUT A GIRLFRIEND ;-)</title><content type='html'>1. You can stare at any Girl.......  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. You don't have to spend money on her.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.  You won't get boring result in ur board papers.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.  No girlfriend, no emotional blackmailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  If u don't have a girlfriend, she can't dump u.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.  Having a girlfriend is hot, not having a girlfriend is automatically cool, and every one loves to be a cool guy.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.  This can be more to life than just waiting for the bloody phone to ring.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.  You won't have to tolerate someone else defining, "right" and "wrong" for u. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.  Girlfriend can get so possessive that you can't do anything according ur wishes anymore.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.  You can buy gifts for mom, dad, sis or grandpa instead of a girlfriend and have a happier family  life.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  You won't have to waste paper writing love letters.  No more endless waiting for ur date to arrive at some weird shop place. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.  You can have more friends, as u will have more time for them.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13.  You wont have to see boring love stories instead of sports. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14.  You wont have to tell lie to anybody and,  therefore, u'll sin less.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15.  You can have good night's sleep-no need to dream about her.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16.  You wont have to fight over having a 'special' friend with ur folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  No nonstop nonsense.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18.  You wont have drown in the pool of her tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  No tension.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20.  You can be "urself"  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21.  You wont have to hide your telephone bills.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3353870404639992173-5119643272660022732?l=rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/feeds/5119643272660022732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3353870404639992173&amp;postID=5119643272660022732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5119643272660022732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3353870404639992173/posts/default/5119643272660022732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rumbiamasolog.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-happy-is-life-without-girlfriend.html' title='HOW HAPPY IS LIFE WITHOUT A GIRLFRIEND ;-)'/><author><name>RumbiaMasolog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08150847969119422363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rG6F_C3Ig7g/SPPh0DdlE0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/djWACiMWgak/S220/Me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
