<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579</id><updated>2012-01-20T14:02:07.955-08:00</updated><category term='I Trance You'/><category term='679'/><category term='work work work'/><title type='text'>hard journey begins here</title><subtitle type='html'>giddy up!
less serious more joke!
OK!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-592733851138974531</id><published>2012-01-20T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:17:41.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku akan kenang semuanya sahabat.</title><content type='html'>salam sahabat handai yang baca nukilan aku ini. aku yakin hanya sahabat BM226 aku saje yg dapat baca coretan hati aku ini. yea, mmg aku buat ini khas utk anda semua kawan-kawan yang aku sayangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini. tanggal 20 hb januari 2012, hati aku rasa sebak lagi. lama dah aku tak rasa perasaan camni. semuanya kerana kawan-kawan yang aku sayangi semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukul 11.30 malam tadi aku pegi rumah aie, aku tengok rumah tu hampir kosong. lan tidur atas katil dia. aku nk kejut tapi aku rasa sayu sgt. mungkin dia penat atau mungkin dia tak sampai hati nak bangun tengok sorang demi sorang kawan-kawan die tinggalkan rumah tu. aku secara jujur aku akan sedih bila aku dalam situasi lan. sedangkan waktu makan tengahari tadi aku hilang selera makan sebab sedih yang teramat nak tengok kawan-kawan aku pergi tinggalkan aku. aku ingat lagi bila izzat salam aku depan kereta dia. dia sempat cakap "if tomorrow never comes". air mata aku dah mula bergenang dan disebabkan itulah aku pakai shade tghri tadi sbb aku tahu bnd ni akan jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambil aku tolong aie angkat barang bwk turun utk letak dlm kete yana. aku borak dgn aie, ktorang kenang balik ape yg jadi waktu sem 1 smpi skrg. semuanya berputar balik. aku ingat lagi waktu aku first2 masuk sem 1. dgn perangai mcm budak-budak, asyik buat orang annoying,tapi masa membesarkan aku. mendewasakan aku. mematangkan kita semua. aku tahu sekarang value seorang kawan dan sahabat. walau banyak kali selisih faham, banyak kali bertengkar, bertumbuk terajang semua. akhirnya, kita akan hargai seorang kawan bila kita tahu dia akan pergi tinggalkan kita. petang tadi pun puas aty pujuk aku suruh jangan sedih sangat. "lepas ni boleh jumpa lagi." tapi aku tahu masing-masing akan ada komitmen sendiri dan hidup sendiri. hati siapa yang tak sebak bila hampir 2 tahun setengah bersama, muka hari-hari yang sama. lagi-lagi semester akhir ni, semuanya kita buat sama-sama. memang sumpah terasa sedih bila nak berpisah. sambil berborak dgn aie tadi pun aku dah menitis air mata, terlap sini terlap sana. takkan nk tunjuk 'cengeng' dpn bro kn. hahaha. tapi ape ade hal. bro ni lah yang tolong waktu aku susah dan senang dkt sini. bertumbuk sama-sama. bertengkar sama-sama. itu sebabnya kita bro. 'lu dgn gua kita ape?? kita bro!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, bila yana sampai lagi bertambah syahdu hati aku. aku tahu. dah sampai masanya. aku tolong aie angkat barang masuk kereta. sambil dengar yana membebel cakap selamat tinggal die, last sekali, aku salam aie, aku peluk erat die, aku teringat waktu hari pertama aku jumpe semua kawan-kawan dalam satu kelas. air mata aku dah mula mengalir. yana cakap "korg ni jangan la nangis". tapi nak buat cmne yana. lelaki ganas mane pun, bile da sampai situasi ni. for sure akan syahdu punye. aku rasa yana faham. aku teringat victor, lan, nan, nazreen, izzat, syahir, kema, syafiq, fazli, ipin semua. aku pesan dekat aie, "ade mase, helo-helo lah.aku ada je dkt KL tu, sampai KL helo je, drive elok-elok2." aie dengan yana masuk dalam kereta, aku tunggu sampai diorang gerak baru aku masuk kereta. 5 minit jugaklah aku ambik masa nak start enjin kereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawan-kawan, ada masa keep in touch la yea semuanya. setiap pagi tweet la, update status fb. beritahu kami yang anda semua sihat. kalau ada masa aku akan organize futsal or lepak-lepak dkt tempat yang semua orang boleh reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat maju jaya rakan-rakan ku semua. aku doakan yang terbaik utk kita semua. jadilah yang terbaik, keep in touch. dan ketahuilah satu benda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;aku akan kenang semuanya sahabat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-592733851138974531?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-2516153419816441486</id><published>2011-05-14T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:28:34.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satu kisah  yang takkan pernah kita lupakan</title><content type='html'>bermula semester 2 di Uitm, kehidupan baru bermula, satu fasa hidup yang betul betul mendewasakan akal dan jiwa aku. dunia kehidupan di dalam PERPAKES. oh ya, PERPAKES ni pancaragam dkt Uitm ye (info utk yang x tahu. dkt sini aku belajar suka duka, benci cinta, marah dan dendam dan yang paling penting aku belajar sepenuhnya apa itu MANUSIA dan PERSAHABATAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-2516153419816441486?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-5842377416234502279</id><published>2011-03-08T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:30:50.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apa yang sebenarnya ada dengan kasih  sayang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQY4dIxY1H4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inilah yang sebenarnya sesuatu yang aku boleh anggap kasih sayang. kasih sayang yang tidak diukurkan dengan rupa paras. kasih sayang yang tidak dipandang dengan kekayaan ataupun sebesar mana kereta seseorang itu atau sebanyak mana harta dunia seseorang itu dan bukan dinilai dari puitis mana kalimah pujangga yang diucapkan untuk mengambil hati pasangan mereka. kalau itu yang kita lihat dan nilai pasangan kita. percayalah! itu bukan  kasih sayang. itu hanyalah keinginan untuk rasa bersama dan bukan cinta yang diimpikan oleh seseorang manusia yang ingin bercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasih sayang seorang insan bernama lelaki dan perempuan adalah kasih dan sayang yang sanggup bersama waktu susah dan senang. waktu sakit dan gembira. betapa Tuhan saja yang tahu apa yang aku harapkan dari seseorang yang layak pegang hati aku. lelaki, walaupun muka ganas macam biawak, perangai macam monyet, tapi jauh dalam lubuk hati seorang lelaki itu selalu harapkan diri disayangi dan dikasihi oleh kekasihnya. bukan untuk dinilai dan dibandingkan dengan lelaki lain. seorang lelaki adalah diri mereka sendiri. mengikut cara dan lagak lelaki yang lain bukan sifat lelaki yang dizahirkan sejak azali. fahami hati kami. selami jiwa kami. dan jika seorang perempuan itu boleh faham semua ini. perempuan itu adalah tulang rusuk kiri lelaki itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-5842377416234502279?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/5842377416234502279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=5842377416234502279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5842377416234502279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5842377416234502279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2011/03/apa-yang-sebenarnya-ada-dengan-kasih.html' title='apa yang sebenarnya ada dengan kasih  sayang..'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-3543191666953371672</id><published>2011-02-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:59:03.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Trance You'/><title type='text'>Never Cry Again</title><content type='html'>I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Again I knew&lt;br /&gt;Just where you’d be?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop this real soon&lt;br /&gt;When you’re back safe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, I’ll stop this&lt;br /&gt;When you come home, I’ll hide it good&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never cry again, when you come home, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In picture&lt;br /&gt;I’d see it, you weren’t really there&lt;br /&gt;In truth&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it hanging in the air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-3543191666953371672?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/3543191666953371672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=3543191666953371672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/3543191666953371672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/3543191666953371672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-cry-again.html' title='Never Cry Again'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-6222410952658349669</id><published>2011-02-20T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:56:05.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Trance You'/><title type='text'>Man on the Run</title><content type='html'>You stole a kiss and stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;made me a fool right from the start&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t have been so bad except&lt;br /&gt;this little plan, it fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;I’d dare not speak&lt;br /&gt;I’d run like hell&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of seein’ tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a travesty&lt;br /&gt;the way you say our love should be&lt;br /&gt;yeah, such a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;think you can just break my heart and leave me&lt;br /&gt;well you better run&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man on the run&lt;br /&gt;playin’ for fun&lt;br /&gt;wind me up&lt;br /&gt;leave me undone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-6222410952658349669?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/6222410952658349669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=6222410952658349669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/6222410952658349669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/6222410952658349669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2011/02/man-on-run.html' title='Man on the Run'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-3484511257819725565</id><published>2009-12-12T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:30:19.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Friend</title><content type='html'>Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright&lt;br /&gt;Got my enemies crossed out in my sight&lt;br /&gt;I take a bad situation gonna make it right&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it's our style to keep it true&lt;br /&gt;I've had a bad year, a lot to go through&lt;br /&gt;I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue&lt;br /&gt;She's not the one coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again&lt;br /&gt;If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes disaster to learn a lesson&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make it through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Some people betray one and cause treason&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the worst of times, now, they don't phase me&lt;br /&gt;Even if I look and act really crazy&lt;br /&gt;I went way down, she betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Now my vision is no longer hazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lucky to have my crew&lt;br /&gt;They stood by me when she flew&lt;br /&gt;I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue&lt;br /&gt;She's not the one coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fall back down, you're gonna help me back up again&lt;br /&gt;If I fall back down, you're gonna be my friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-3484511257819725565?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/3484511257819725565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=3484511257819725565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/3484511257819725565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/3484511257819725565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-my-friend.html' title='For My Friend'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-736890549979239604</id><published>2009-12-12T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:00:32.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a new era of living dude...</title><content type='html'>wassup homie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got nothing to to actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, make you life beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;and remember..&lt;br /&gt;love your live..&lt;br /&gt;hate drugs..&lt;br /&gt;love smoking..&lt;br /&gt;and peace to the world..&lt;br /&gt;anjakan paradigma bila kena kopi..&lt;br /&gt;wahahahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-736890549979239604?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/736890549979239604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=736890549979239604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/736890549979239604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/736890549979239604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-new-era-of-living-dude.html' title='its a new era of living dude...'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-3105480137529521350</id><published>2009-10-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:47:01.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude... Its Band Camp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/Ss-uFl3LkyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y5-4qUunV3g/s1600-h/l_1fe9493344724e0a8a886c40b5b5052c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/Ss-uFl3LkyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y5-4qUunV3g/s320/l_1fe9493344724e0a8a886c40b5b5052c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390718690071909154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoyai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camping..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, its only a week after raya.. what up with the camp?? its suck dude..trust me..&lt;br /&gt;hari yang di tunggu.. jumaat menjelang tibe.. perkhemahan brasssband di tasik bera..&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to like it okk..&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan tak payah cakap.. bosan nak mati... semua diam je.. sorang pun tak bercakap... adala kwn yg ku dah kenal borak2.. tapi dat its.. takda hiburan.. yang driver pun bodoh.. bukak la radio bengal.. aku nk mati kering dah ni..&lt;br /&gt;seat mcm celaka..(sorry for my word). mmg mintak penerajang...&lt;br /&gt;lepas perhentian di mane ntah..&lt;br /&gt;aku pun tak tahu..&lt;br /&gt;kene 2 batang rokok.. baru lega...&lt;br /&gt;disitula aku kenal apek... rakan serokok ku.. hahhha..&lt;br /&gt;ssemua membeli belah tak ingat.. macam 10 tahun punye bekalan daa.. aku rilek aje... mcm biasa la.. org beli aku makan.. hahaha.. waktu dkt perhentian la.. kami mula berkenal kenaln sesama kwn2.&lt;br /&gt;baru serunut... hahaha.. x sia2 guitar aku bawak... ksian di kesuntian dkt sebelah seat aku..&lt;br /&gt;xda orang pun nak petik dia..&lt;br /&gt;alunan irama di mulai oleh sani and dedeq.. dude, betul2 mcm dalam band camp la..&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.. sampai tasik bera ktorang memekak..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah....&lt;br /&gt;sampai2 hujan... basah kuyup aku..&lt;br /&gt;ditambah pulak dengan blackout.. wahahaha.. cantik.. complete set..&lt;br /&gt;cm cibai...&lt;br /&gt;dgn kesejukan.. perut berkeroncong.. tak payah nak cite la.. only god know how i feel.. thank god i found you.. &lt;br /&gt;hari kedua : pagi kami dimulai dengan pekikan siren dan busukan rakan seketiduran yang tak mandi kerana tidak tahan kesejukan.. mandi p.ramlee pun jadi...&lt;br /&gt;kemudian.. diikuti denagan sesi berjogig sejauh 2 kilo aku agak... lemak turun dlam 1 kilo la.. kira bukit sume en... same je...&lt;br /&gt;pembahagian kumpulan..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;time ni la aku nk tunjuk belang kau..&lt;br /&gt;alkisah.. jumpe la ku dgn sorg bdk sombong ni.. niena namenye...&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i underestimated her la... very friendly person.. masuk kepala jagk la...&lt;br /&gt;dgn bob lagi, apek, wadi, sape lg ek.. penat la aku nk tulis sume...&lt;br /&gt;sume group kene bahan dgn kami... ahahahah... ada yg jadi nyah.. ada yg jadi tomok.. sume ade... time ni la rase mcm heaven sket.. nama bru dot.. JAKE..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmg la btol org ckp..&lt;br /&gt;gune otak ni lagi pnat dari guna fizikal...tghri tu x payah nak cakap la...&lt;br /&gt;trase tulang belulang nak patah...&lt;br /&gt;nak bahan orang pun tak larat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas makan tghri...&lt;br /&gt;tenaga dtg blek..&lt;br /&gt;time ni la aku bole rapping sume.. hahaha... its was great dat day... sangat best..&lt;br /&gt;malam tu aku berjaga sentri dgn sani n apis... goreng sume lagu yang ade...&lt;br /&gt;aku terfikir.. ape kate aku nagn sani buat side project.. buat band ska punk baru...hahahha.. niena bole jd trumpet.. wah, pagi disambung lagi dgn hilaian tawa aku. mail, apis dan ketukan drum stick poji yang tgh sangap nk training main snare...&lt;br /&gt;hening pagi dipecahkan dgn pekikan kejutan subuh riduan yang menjerit tak ingat... cm mintak kaki je.. agak2 la bro... aku nyanyi pn x bising cmtu.. hahahah.. kene sound dgn uncle mane ntah... nseb baek x kne sound dgn org bunian..&lt;br /&gt;dh kene bru ada akai..&lt;br /&gt; pagi itu first time aku mandi.. sejuk bapak ooo...&lt;br /&gt;hari berjalan cm biase cume pagi2 dh kene tepek dgn jamal...&lt;br /&gt;kawad plak tu... uiii.. sakit... dah la lapar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah la...&lt;br /&gt;balik tu bas buat hal 2 kali..&lt;br /&gt;twice bro...&lt;br /&gt;hepi jgk...&lt;br /&gt;lame sket duk dlm bus..&lt;br /&gt;smpt ktorang berapping dkt blakang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overalll.. &lt;br /&gt;camping ni mmg best..&lt;br /&gt;even first tu rase cm nk terajang je bus tu..&lt;br /&gt;tapi bila sume dah habis..&lt;br /&gt;sume org hepi...&lt;br /&gt;ku jumpe2 bandmate ku...&lt;br /&gt;sumenye berjalan seperti biasa...&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS WAS GREAT VERY GREAT....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woi, nape x bley edit font kat cni...&lt;br /&gt;plain je blog...&lt;br /&gt;duddd, ngok pnye blogger...&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so long suckers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-3105480137529521350?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/3105480137529521350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=3105480137529521350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/3105480137529521350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/3105480137529521350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/10/dude-its-band-camp.html' title='Dude... Its Band Camp...'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/Ss-uFl3LkyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/y5-4qUunV3g/s72-c/l_1fe9493344724e0a8a886c40b5b5052c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-2935971280020892469</id><published>2009-10-09T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:06:18.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya... Its come again</title><content type='html'>halo duniaku...&lt;br /&gt;today i want to talk about raya.. its come again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hampir sebulan bertaruh nyawa biarkan anak tekak ku kehausan di kelas..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya.. minggu yang di tunggu dtg..&lt;br /&gt;minggu terakhir sebelum raya...&lt;br /&gt;how i'm glad to know that..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;seperti biasa.. dari sem lepas lagi.. minggu terakhir puasa adalah heaven bg aku sbb bnyk kelas cancel dan aku akan terbayang2 hari lebaran yang bakal tiba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HURRAY...&lt;br /&gt;seperti biasa, aku akan mengelamun jauh mengira brape rumah yang akan bakal aku kunjungi dan juga kalori2 yang bakal melekat di badan aku..&lt;br /&gt;pegi la matii.. janji aku kenyang..&lt;br /&gt;so, cuti pun tiba...&lt;br /&gt;balik kampung..&lt;br /&gt;tapi tahun ini sedikit berbeda..&lt;br /&gt;aku dapat drive sendiri balik kampung sbb mak ku terlalu banyak shopping untuk brg dapur smpi satu but blakang kete aku penuh dgn barang dapur..&lt;br /&gt;hehheeh... claim duit minyakk.. 2 kali ganda..&lt;br /&gt;sehari sebelum raya yea.. ape jadi yea...&lt;br /&gt;seperti biasa.. pakcik2 ku memekak tak ingat dunia suruh ku bangun buat kerja walaupun malam semalam aku tidur lewat angkara mak cik ku yang sampai pukul 4 pagi...&lt;br /&gt;baru nak terlelap, mak ku dgn senang hati kejut aku suruh angkat paha lembu yang baru dibeli dgn harga... wallahualam..&lt;br /&gt;but, come on mum.. i'm trying to sleep here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari itu betul2 menduga aku sebagai cucu nenek aku yang paling pemalas.. (adik2 saudaraku tak malas sebab mereka tak pernah buat kerja pun).&lt;br /&gt;badan terasa sakit. kepala ku pusing2.. rasa mual2.. dan selera makn pun hilang..&lt;br /&gt;alkisah, pertama kali dalm sejarah buka puasa aku hanya menghadap air sirap limau buatan adik perempuanku.. itu pun atas permintaan ku..&lt;br /&gt;sakit perut tak payah nak cerita la...&lt;br /&gt;brape kali ku melabur..&lt;br /&gt;ku rase mangkuk jamban tu dah kenal aku dah.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;kawan baik baru aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pammm, malam tu aku demam... setelah hampir tiga tahun aku tak demam...&lt;br /&gt;jatuhlah 1 syawal dengan ubat ubatan dan air 100 plus 2 botol besar..&lt;br /&gt;haiyaaa.. tapi tidak dilupakn rakan2 yang mengucapkan selamat hari raya kepadaku...&lt;br /&gt;pagi raya.. kerahan tenaga oleh ibuku hanya untuk bersalaman dengan sanak saudara..&lt;br /&gt;sakit tak payah nak cakap la...tapi duit raya beb..&lt;br /&gt;sape tak nak...&lt;br /&gt;hahha..&lt;br /&gt;even sikit pun..&lt;br /&gt;duit jgkk. lepas la duit minyak kereta pegi balik beli air batu dkt.. kampung sebelah... lupe nk claim dkt pakcik ku...&lt;br /&gt;hahhha...&lt;br /&gt;itu sajelah kisah hari raya ku..&lt;br /&gt;slamat hari raya kwn2...&lt;br /&gt;jangan lupa puasa enam...&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-2935971280020892469?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/2935971280020892469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=2935971280020892469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/2935971280020892469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/2935971280020892469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/10/raya-its-come-again.html' title='Raya... Its come again'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-804210135667899328</id><published>2009-07-26T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:39:51.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari mendatang dunia.</title><content type='html'>test2.&lt;br /&gt;helo2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari mendatang duniaku.&lt;br /&gt;pernah kita terfikir ape yg akan jadi 20 tahun akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;aku tahu apa akan jadi.&lt;br /&gt;fikir sedalam dalam yang kita mampu.&lt;br /&gt;jenis manusia apa yang kita akan jadi.&lt;br /&gt;aku?&lt;br /&gt;aku nak jadi seseorang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-804210135667899328?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/804210135667899328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=804210135667899328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/804210135667899328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/804210135667899328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/07/selamat-hari-mendatang-dunia.html' title='selamat hari mendatang dunia.'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-1523198870109951867</id><published>2009-06-30T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:37:31.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and night</title><content type='html'>Day and night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is the same day..&lt;br /&gt;even sunday seems to be like everyday in a week.&lt;br /&gt;playing around and hanging out wif my bros.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's quiet amazing how i cannot pretend to be someday else like someone can.&lt;br /&gt;i can't lie about my the changing in my music and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;i tend to improvise my skills in may things.&lt;br /&gt;guitar,cars,computer and some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapting in new surrounding make me think about how human can change and i already thought that if we tried not to change, we will be the 'bullshit' brats.&lt;br /&gt;everybody have to change.&lt;br /&gt;thats what we do..&lt;br /&gt;even world economy and phylosophy sometimes change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night &lt;br /&gt;we should have more fun in life.&lt;br /&gt;and change for oue best..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-1523198870109951867?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/1523198870109951867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=1523198870109951867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/1523198870109951867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/1523198870109951867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-and-night.html' title='Day and night'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Keep smiling.</title><content type='html'>Glad to see ur smile. Keep smiling. Cherish your heart. Because we all know it's hard to survive in this place. Its ok to cry. Imagine tears as rain. Clean up all u'r sadness. And keep in u'r mind. U'r not alone. You never alone. Glad to see u'r smile. Keep smiling. U'r smile like a sunshine to me. Bright n bright. Keep smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-8352316383400779741?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/8352316383400779741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=8352316383400779741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/8352316383400779741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/8352316383400779741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/03/glad-to-see-ur-smile-keep-smiling.html' title='Glad to see ur smile. Keep smiling.'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-5131055975936933253</id><published>2009-03-14T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:44:28.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='679'/><title type='text'>Rintihan Hukum Dunia</title><content type='html'>dingin malam pergi berlalu..&lt;br /&gt;perlahan menyapa tubuhku.&lt;br /&gt;ku cuba nyanyikan sebuah lagu.&lt;br /&gt;biarpun ia kedengaran tak merdu.&lt;br /&gt;ku mencapai dan merangkap puisi.&lt;br /&gt;luahan hati untuk didengari.&lt;br /&gt;terserah pada mereka yang mengeji.&lt;br /&gt;luahan hati lepas ketika &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ku menyanyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku duduk termangu keseorangan&lt;br /&gt;mungkin teman bicara diperlukan.&lt;br /&gt;bicara tentang ketidakadilan..&lt;br /&gt;sikap manusia tiada belas kasihan.&lt;br /&gt;aku sesal peperangan tak bererti&lt;br /&gt;suara dunia laungkan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reformasi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan anarki yang diadaptasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;propaganda mereka yang perlu ditentangi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langit yang dipandang indah..&lt;br /&gt;kini menjadi kelam..&lt;br /&gt;peperangan membawa kehancuran..&lt;br /&gt;mana akalmu itu..&lt;br /&gt;dengan kuasamu kau ikutkan nafsu.&lt;br /&gt;ku berfikir tentang bintang bintang..&lt;br /&gt;sungguh indah menghiasi dinginnya malam..&lt;br /&gt;terasa tenang hati untuk memikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;masalah yang bermain di fikiran.&lt;br /&gt;tersentak ku &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;berfikir sejenak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tangisan dan rintihan hukum dunia.&lt;br /&gt;apakah ertinya keamanan..&lt;br /&gt;bila penuh&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; kesengsaraan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-5131055975936933253?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/5131055975936933253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=5131055975936933253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5131055975936933253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5131055975936933253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/03/rintihan-hukum-dunia.html' title='Rintihan Hukum Dunia'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-7957641571423358678</id><published>2009-01-12T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:47:43.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you till the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a poem from my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to see you when you're alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to catch you if i can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the morning light explodes.&lt;br /&gt;On your face it radiates.&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to tell you nothing you don't want to hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want is for you to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh, why don't you just take me where i never been before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you want to hear me catch my breath".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;When we're caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel you.&lt;br /&gt;When the night puts on its cloak.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dirimu terlalu indah buatku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-7957641571423358678?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/7957641571423358678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=7957641571423358678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/7957641571423358678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/7957641571423358678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you-till-end.html' title='I love you till the end'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-2090970423368986071</id><published>2008-09-24T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:05:08.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to Feel this</title><content type='html'>Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;with some bullshit&lt;br /&gt;comin through from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;talk craps, talk shit&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;just sit n shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it come&lt;br /&gt;try to feel that,&lt;br /&gt;wild and chaos&lt;br /&gt;if you can take it&lt;br /&gt;then leave it&lt;br /&gt;i don't care&lt;br /&gt;just sit and shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to feel this&lt;br /&gt;touch every single moment you have,&lt;br /&gt;because someday you will understand,&lt;br /&gt;how it feel to be like this'&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to listen,&lt;br /&gt;it ok..you suck..&lt;br /&gt;you know that.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU SUCK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;truly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-2090970423368986071?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/2090970423368986071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=2090970423368986071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/2090970423368986071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/2090970423368986071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2008/09/try-to-feel-this.html' title='Try to Feel this'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-5959853946079139772</id><published>2008-09-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:45:25.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku cinta padamu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; cinta padamu.&lt;br /&gt;wahai Tuhanku.&lt;br /&gt;memberi aku nyawa di muka bumi mu ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta padamu..&lt;br /&gt;wahai sang mentari..&lt;br /&gt;penyinar hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta padamu.&lt;br /&gt;wahai sang bulan.&lt;br /&gt;menerangi malam malam ku..&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta padamu.&lt;br /&gt;oh bungaku..&lt;br /&gt;memberi seri dalam hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;wahai pelangiku.&lt;br /&gt;memberi warna warni dalam hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta padamu.&lt;br /&gt;wahai mimpi mimpiku.&lt;br /&gt;memberi ku angan angan yang indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta padamu sayangku.&lt;br /&gt;memberi ku segala gala yang ku inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love u my dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nukilan khas utk kasih sayangku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wan~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-5959853946079139772?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/5959853946079139772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=5959853946079139772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5959853946079139772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5959853946079139772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2008/09/aku-cinta-padamu.html' title='aku cinta padamu'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-8141468366360425642</id><published>2008-09-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:02:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur Roads have not been taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey RAKAN..KUALA LUMPUR! Bandaraya metropolitan yg bising dan penuh kontrovesi. Malam di Kuala Lumpur pula sunyi sepi di certain jln tp ada juga yg hingar bingar b’pesta sana sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORONG HAJI TAIB..&lt;br /&gt;Seperti semua tahu..mcm aktiviti berlaku di jalan ini. he!he! seperti yg kita semua tahu. ‘PELACURAN’ berleluasa berselindung di sebalik kedai kedai menjual pelbagai barang-barangan. Paling pelik dan melucukn “gadis-gadis” itu bkn lah sebenarnya PURE gadis. Tetapi hanyalah plastik belaka yang lebih di kenali sebagai “BAPOK”. Pelbagai ragam yang dapat dilihat dan adakalanya mengelikan hati. Cuba bayangkan “lelaki cuba memikat hati lelaki”. Pelbagai cara digunakan oleh sang arjuna yang kesepian ini untuk mencari hiburan di malam yang indah itu. Hergh! CHOW KIT ROAD.. Mat Rempit berpesta meghembuskan asap asap motor mereka. Ada yang ‘single rider’, ada yang membawa penumpang dan ada juga pasangan kekasih. ‘Pathetic Romantic’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgBZ7-YoKI/AAAAAAAAADM/u7KuY-EHq_c/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248946910808023202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgBZ7-YoKI/AAAAAAAAADM/u7KuY-EHq_c/s320/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny scene huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JALAN SULTAN ISMAIL..&lt;br /&gt;Penghubung jalan ke pusat bandar di Kuala Lumpur. Setiap hari dan setiap masa, jalan ini mmg sesak; sgt sgt sesak. Tapi di malam itu membuktikan bahawa bukan semua jalan di Kuala Lumpur lengang di malam hari. Disko,Pub dan Pemabuk berpesta hingga ke pagi dan semestinya menyebabkan jalan sesak hingga menyerabutkan kepala botak pemandu teksi yang sedia serabut hingga ke akar rambut. Dari 20an hingga ke 50an semuanya bergelak ketawa dan menari untuk menebas semak samun di dalam lubuk fikiran mereka. Biarkan mereka berpesta hingga ke pagi..duit mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgCDwLkmoI/AAAAAAAAADU/e8Q4s9pRJE4/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248947629196614274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgCDwLkmoI/AAAAAAAAADU/e8Q4s9pRJE4/s320/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgCDwLkmoI/AAAAAAAAADU/e8Q4s9pRJE4/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgCDwLkmoI/AAAAAAAAADU/e8Q4s9pRJE4/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebahagian JSI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JALAN BUKIT BINTANG..&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata.. jalan di siang harinya sangat sesak berubah wajah tika malam tengah malam menjelma. Sunyi sepi hinggakan bunyi cengkerik pun boleh kedengaran tetapi kelihatan seorang dua berjalan terhuyung hayang mungkin mabuk kepayang. Mabuk cinta pun boleh jadi.&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir lah perjalanan satu malam mengelilingi Jalan jalan di Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgHSo2LqxI/AAAAAAAAADk/n658M4G_owQ/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248953382484028178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgHSo2LqxI/AAAAAAAAADk/n658M4G_owQ/s320/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgD3TbP2tI/AAAAAAAAADc/JVjYYYAfJ10/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949614342560466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgD3TbP2tI/AAAAAAAAADc/JVjYYYAfJ10/s320/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey by wan,acap,megu,nazriq &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenkiu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-8141468366360425642?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/8141468366360425642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=8141468366360425642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/8141468366360425642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/8141468366360425642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2008/09/kuala-lumpur-roads-have-not-been-taken.html' title='Kuala Lumpur Roads have not been taken'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNgBZ7-YoKI/AAAAAAAAADM/u7KuY-EHq_c/s72-c/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-6590337254149904821</id><published>2008-09-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:11:09.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Taiping by E!,megu,apek,nazriq</title><content type='html'>TAIPING..&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;here we come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/9 2330 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of 4 youngsters started in WJA 5261 with full of hoped that our journey will complete safely. in the dark highway Nazriq took the first shift to drive, heading to Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/9 0200 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at R n R Tapah and straightly ran to toilet. our gall bladder was fulled. Suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;when we wanted to enter the car. A chinese, totally naked trying to approach us showing his little brother. hik hik hik.. nazriq tried to flyingkick the chinese brat but he ran away towards crowd that were eating and watching football match. situation went choas. ladies ran away here and there. a big man attack the mad naked guy and kick him at the head. yeah!! the naked maen tried to fight back but a disguised police officer punch that man at lock the man at his head.&lt;br /&gt;just like in WWF. stone cold and the rock. hahahah.. few minutes later, radio-car arrived and took the man away. i think they heading to Tanjung Rambutan hi hi hi. then, apek take the stereng and we continued our journey to Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long journey. finally, we arrived at Taiping and tried to find a restaurant to sahur but seem like there is no open-restaurant at all.. then, we found a gigantic signboard "TAIPING BaNDAR WARISAN". and a photo-shot began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNJo8ZZNtbI/AAAAAAAAACM/7b_T4fOej3c/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247371902658131378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNJo8ZZNtbI/AAAAAAAAACM/7b_T4fOej3c/s320/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNJpSn4TWjI/AAAAAAAAACU/BqLhjQDnme8/s1600-h/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247372284503743026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNJpSn4TWjI/AAAAAAAAACU/BqLhjQDnme8/s320/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we take a short sleep at masjid TM at taiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our mission finished, we drove directly to shah alam, E take his shift to drive the car..&lt;br /&gt;after solat at RnR tapah..our car broke down and we have to spent about 1 hour for the car to cool down..and after that meguu take the wheel and we safely arrived at shah alam at 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNVlZjmWwKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dwN-R79U81M/s1600-h/Problem+tol+kete+nh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248212430497431714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNVlZjmWwKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dwN-R79U81M/s320/Problem+tol+kete+nh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our car broke down. supervise by E,apek,nazriq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that all..our journey mission accomplished and its fun to have journey like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenkiu :)&lt;br /&gt;wan&lt;br /&gt;apek&lt;br /&gt;nazriq&lt;br /&gt;megu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-6590337254149904821?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/6590337254149904821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=6590337254149904821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/6590337254149904821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/6590337254149904821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2008/09/bachelor-trip-to-taiping-by-e-nazriq.html' title='A trip to Taiping by E!,megu,apek,nazriq'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SNJo8ZZNtbI/AAAAAAAAACM/7b_T4fOej3c/s72-c/%E5%B0%B1%E4%BA%BA%E6%AC%A1%E3%80%82031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-8449829381274354763</id><published>2008-09-17T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:19:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glumy gloomy everyday</title><content type='html'>have you ever heard of the song composed by Seress a Hungrian pianist.&lt;br /&gt;its also renowned as a "Suicide Song" (this suicide thing is illegal in Islam)&lt;br /&gt;this song was hits by Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard this song. True, this was very touchable and can drive anyone in depression to commit suicide. lol!&lt;br /&gt;glumy in all my bad day.&lt;br /&gt;dark and rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;shit to all brat that think they are gold in this land.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my life is better than you.&lt;br /&gt;i have all my life already.&lt;br /&gt;i got all my friend, i got all my family.&lt;br /&gt;it ok for u to think what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahakkz.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a good writer..&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday is gloomy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My hours are slumberless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dearest the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I live with are numberless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Little white flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will never awaken you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not where the black coaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorrow has taken you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Angels have no thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Of ever returning you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wouldnt they be angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I thought of joining you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gloomy sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gloomy is sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;With shadows I spend it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have decided to end it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon therell be candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And prayers that are said I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But let them not weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Let them know that Im glad to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Death is no dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;For in death Im caressin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;With the last breath of my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ill be blessin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gloomy sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dreaming, I was only dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wake and I find you asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the deep of my heart here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Darling I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That my dream never haunted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart is tellin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How much I wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Gloomy sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-8449829381274354763?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/8449829381274354763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=8449829381274354763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/8449829381274354763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/8449829381274354763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2008/09/glumy-gloomy-everyday.html' title='glumy gloomy everyday'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-1798922687830098815</id><published>2008-08-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:47:33.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work work work'/><title type='text'>14 AUG 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PUBLIC DOMAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public domain software is &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Software"&gt;software&lt;/a&gt; that is not copyrighted. If the &lt;a title="Source code" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Source_code"&gt;source code&lt;/a&gt; is in the &lt;a title="Public domain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_domain"&gt;public domain&lt;/a&gt;, that is a special case of &lt;a title="Copyleft" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copyleft"&gt;non-copylefted&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Free software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_software"&gt;free software&lt;/a&gt;, which means that some copies or modified versions may not be free at all.&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, an &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Executable program" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Executable_program"&gt;executable program&lt;/a&gt; can be in the public domain but the source code is not available. This is not free software, because free software requires accesibility of source code. Meanwhile, most free software is not in the public domain; it is copyrighted, and the copyright holders have legally given permission for everyone to use it in freedom, using a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Free software license" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_software_license"&gt;free software license&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people use the term "public domain" in a loose fashion to mean "free" or "available &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Gratis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gratis"&gt;gratis&lt;/a&gt;." However, "public domain" is a legal term and means, precisely, "not copyrighted". For clarity, the &lt;a title="Free Software Foundation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_Software_Foundation"&gt;Free Software Foundation&lt;/a&gt; recommends using "public domain" for that meaning only, and using other terms to convey the other meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Under the &lt;a title="Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berne_Convention_for_the_Protection_of_Literary_and_Artistic_Works"&gt;Berne Convention&lt;/a&gt;, which most countries have signed, anything written down is automatically copyrighted. This includes programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BUSINESS SOFTWARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business software is generally any &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Software"&gt;software&lt;/a&gt; program that helps a business increase productivity or measure their productivity. The term covers a large variation of uses within the business environment, and can be categorized by using a small, medium and large matrix:&lt;br /&gt;The small business market generally consists of home &lt;a title="Accounting software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accounting_software"&gt;accounting software&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Office suite" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Office_suite"&gt;office suites&lt;/a&gt; such as &lt;a title="Microsoft Office" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microsoft_Office"&gt;Microsoft Office&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="OpenOffice.org" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OpenOffice.org"&gt;OpenOffice.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The medium size, or &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Small and Medium-sized Enterprise" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Small_and_Medium-sized_Enterprise"&gt;SME&lt;/a&gt;, has a broader range of software applications, ranging from accounting, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Groupware" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groupware"&gt;groupware&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Customer relationship management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Customer_relationship_management"&gt;customer relationship management&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Human Resource Management Systems" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_Resource_Management_Systems"&gt;human resources software&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Outsourcing relationship management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outsourcing_relationship_management"&gt;outsourcing relationship management&lt;/a&gt;, loan origination software, &lt;a title="Shopping cart software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shopping_cart_software"&gt;shopping cart software&lt;/a&gt;, field service software, and other productivity enhancing applications.&lt;br /&gt;The last segment covers enterprise level software applications, such as those in the fields of &lt;a title="Enterprise resource planning" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enterprise_resource_planning"&gt;enterprise resource planning&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Enterprise content management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enterprise_content_management"&gt;enterprise content management&lt;/a&gt; (ECM), &lt;a title="Business process management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_process_management"&gt;business process management&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Product lifecycle management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Product_lifecycle_management"&gt;product lifecycle management&lt;/a&gt;. These applications are extensive in scope, and often come with modules that either add native functions, or incorporate the functionality of third-party software programs.&lt;br /&gt;Now, technologies that have previously only existed in &lt;a title="Peer-to-peer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peer-to-peer"&gt;peer-to-peer&lt;/a&gt; software applications, like &lt;a title="Kazaa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kazaa"&gt;Kazaa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Napster" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napster"&gt;Napster&lt;/a&gt;, are starting to feature within business applications. &lt;a title="JXTA" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/JXTA"&gt;JXTA&lt;/a&gt; is an open source &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Platform (computing)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platform_(computing)"&gt;platform&lt;/a&gt; that enables the creation of machine and language neutral applications. Peer based applications will be especially useful for aggregating the information at the edge of the network that currently resides in the neurons of the users themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Digital dashboard" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_dashboard"&gt;Digital Dashboards&lt;/a&gt; - Also known as Business Intelligence Dashboards, Enterprise Dashboards, or Executive Dashboards, these are visually-based summaries of business data that show at-a-glance understanding of business conditions through metrics and Key Performance Indicators (KPIs). A very popular BI tool that has arisen in the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;Online Analytical Processing, commonly known as &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="OLAP" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OLAP"&gt;OLAP&lt;/a&gt; (including &lt;a title="HOLAP" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HOLAP"&gt;HOLAP&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="ROLAP" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ROLAP"&gt;ROLAP&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="MOLAP" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MOLAP"&gt;MOLAP&lt;/a&gt;)- a capability of some management, decision support, and executive information systems that supports interactive examination of large amounts of data from many perspectives.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_software#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="List of reporting software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_reporting_software"&gt;Reporting software&lt;/a&gt; generates aggregated views of data to keep the management informed about the state of their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Data mining" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Data_mining"&gt;Data mining&lt;/a&gt; - extraction of consumer information from a database by utilizing software that can isolate and identify previously unknown patterns or trends in large amounts of data. There are a variety of data mining techniques that reveal different types of patterns.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_software#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;. Some of the techniques that belong here are &lt;a title="Statistics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statistics"&gt;Statistical methods&lt;/a&gt; (particularly &lt;a title="Business statistics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_statistics"&gt;Business statistics&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a title="Neural network" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neural_network"&gt;Neural networks&lt;/a&gt; as very advanced means of analysing data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Business performance management" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_performance_management"&gt;Business performance management&lt;/a&gt; (BPM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: wikipedia ; the free encylopedia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-1798922687830098815?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123752311631388579.post-5300378565250474023</id><published>2008-07-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:06:24.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet 8</title><content type='html'>SONNET 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?&lt;br /&gt;Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.&lt;br /&gt;Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,&lt;br /&gt;Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy?&lt;br /&gt;If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,&lt;br /&gt;By unions married, do offend thine ear,&lt;br /&gt;They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds&lt;br /&gt;In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.&lt;br /&gt;Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,&lt;br /&gt;Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,&lt;br /&gt;Resembling sire and child and happy mother&lt;br /&gt;Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:&lt;br /&gt;Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,&lt;br /&gt;Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will cover this song with ska punk way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pluspill~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-5300378565250474023?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/5300378565250474023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=5300378565250474023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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computer..computer is one of the important technology in this world. almost every company and institution in this world must have at least 5 computer to progress well in administor and really perform for profit of the company..&lt;br /&gt;now, this is a little information about computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In practical terms, a &lt;a title="Computer program" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer_program"&gt;computer program&lt;/a&gt; may run from just a few instructions to many millions of instructions, as in a program for a &lt;a title="Word processor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_processor"&gt;word processor&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a title="Web browser" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_browser"&gt;web browser&lt;/a&gt;. A typical modern computer can execute billions of instructions per second (&lt;a title="Hertz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hertz"&gt;gigahertz or GHz&lt;/a&gt;) and rarely make a mistake over many years of operation. Large computer programs comprising several million instructions may take teams of &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Computer programmer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer_programmer"&gt;programmers&lt;/a&gt; years to write, thus the probability of the entire program having been written without error is highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;Errors in computer programs are called "&lt;a title="Software bug" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Software_bug"&gt;bugs&lt;/a&gt;". Bugs may be benign and not affect the usefulness of the program, or have only subtle effects. But in some cases they may cause the program to "&lt;a title="Hang (computing)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hang_%28computing%29"&gt;hang&lt;/a&gt;" - become unresponsive to input such as &lt;a title="Mouse (computing)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mouse_%28computing%29"&gt;mouse&lt;/a&gt; clicks or keystrokes, or to completely fail or "&lt;a title="Crash (computing)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crash_%28computing%29"&gt;crash&lt;/a&gt;". Otherwise benign bugs may sometimes may be harnessed for malicious intent by an unscrupulous user writing an "&lt;a title="Exploit (computer security)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploit_%28computer_security%29"&gt;exploit&lt;/a&gt;" - &lt;a class="new" title="Code (computing) (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Code_%28computing%29&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;code&lt;/a&gt; designed to take advantage of a bug and disrupt a program's proper execution. Bugs are usually not the fault of the computer. Since computers merely execute the instructions they are given, bugs are nearly always the result of programmer error or an oversight made in the program's design.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer#cite_note-7"&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most computers, individual instructions are stored as &lt;a title="Machine code" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machine_code"&gt;machine code&lt;/a&gt; with each instruction being given a unique number (its operation code or &lt;a title="Opcode" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opcode"&gt;opcode&lt;/a&gt; for short). The command to add two numbers together would have one opcode, the command to multiply them would have a different opcode and so on. The simplest computers are able to perform any of a handful of different instructions; the more complex computers have several hundred to choose from—each with a unique numerical code. Since the computer's memory is able to store numbers, it can also store the instruction codes. This leads to the important fact that entire programs (which are just lists of instructions) can be represented as lists of numbers and can themselves be manipulated inside the computer just as if they were numeric data. The fundamental concept of storing programs in the computer's memory alongside the data they operate on is the crux of the von Neumann, or stored program, architecture. In some cases, a computer might store some or all of its program in memory that is kept separate from the data it operates on. This is called the &lt;a title="Harvard architecture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvard_architecture"&gt;Harvard architecture&lt;/a&gt; after the &lt;a title="Harvard Mark I" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvard_Mark_I"&gt;Harvard Mark I&lt;/a&gt; computer. Modern von Neumann computers display some traits of the Harvard architecture in their designs, such as in &lt;a title="CPU cache" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CPU_cache"&gt;CPU caches&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While it is possible to write computer programs as long lists of numbers (&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Machine language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machine_language"&gt;machine language&lt;/a&gt;) and this technique was used with many early computers,&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer#cite_note-8"&gt;[9]&lt;/a&gt; it is extremely tedious to do so in practice, especially for complicated programs. Instead, each basic instruction can be given a short name that is indicative of its function and easy to remember—a &lt;a title="Mnemonic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mnemonic"&gt;mnemonic&lt;/a&gt; such as ADD, SUB, MULT or JUMP. These mnemonics are collectively known as a computer's &lt;a title="Assembly language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assembly_language"&gt;assembly language&lt;/a&gt;. Converting programs written in assembly language into something the computer can actually understand (machine language) is usually done by a computer program called an assembler. Machine languages and the assembly languages that represent them (collectively termed &lt;a title="Low-level programming language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Low-level_programming_language"&gt;low-level programming languages&lt;/a&gt;) tend to be unique to a particular type of computer. For instance, an &lt;a title="ARM architecture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ARM_architecture"&gt;ARM architecture&lt;/a&gt; computer (such as may be found in a &lt;a title="Personal digital assistant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_digital_assistant"&gt;PDA&lt;/a&gt; or a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Handheld console game" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handheld_console_game"&gt;hand-held videogame&lt;/a&gt;) cannot understand the machine language of an &lt;a title="Pentium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentium"&gt;Intel Pentium&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a title="Athlon 64" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athlon_64"&gt;AMD Athlon 64&lt;/a&gt; computer that might be in a &lt;a title="Personal computer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_computer"&gt;PC&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer#cite_note-9"&gt;[10]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though considerably easier than in machine language, writing long programs in assembly language is often difficult and error prone. Therefore, most complicated programs are written in more abstract &lt;a title="High-level programming language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-level_programming_language"&gt;high-level programming languages&lt;/a&gt; that are able to express the needs of the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Computer programmer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer_programmer"&gt;computer programmer&lt;/a&gt; more conveniently (and thereby help reduce programmer error). High level languages are usually "compiled" into machine language (or sometimes into assembly language and then into machine language) using another computer program called a &lt;a title="Compiler" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compiler"&gt;compiler&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer#cite_note-10"&gt;[11]&lt;/a&gt; Since high level languages are more abstract than assembly language, it is possible to use different compilers to translate the same high level language program into the machine language of many different types of computer. This is part of the means by which software like video games may be made available for different computer architectures such as personal computers and various &lt;a title="Video game console" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_game_console"&gt;video game consoles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The task of developing large &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Software" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Software"&gt;software&lt;/a&gt; systems is an immense intellectual effort. Producing software with an acceptably high reliability on a predictable schedule and budget has proved historically to be a great challenge; the academic and professional discipline of &lt;a title="Software engineering" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Software_engineering"&gt;software engineering&lt;/a&gt; concentrates specifically on this problem. (from Wikipedia:the free encylopedia:computer 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3123752311631388579-5224293462766754019?l=wanpluspill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/feeds/5224293462766754019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3123752311631388579&amp;postID=5224293462766754019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5224293462766754019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123752311631388579/posts/default/5224293462766754019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanpluspill.blogspot.com/2008/07/computer.html' title='computer'/><author><name>Muhammad Azwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03141384049861155814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PNoosXsA07E/SbkpaCiILcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wXK8EKS70/S220/l_293992082ae34a7fb8c83da99ec528bf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
