<?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-2955459300348725217</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:49:14.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corner To Vomit Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-3037463038503524179</id><published>2009-09-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:17:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ignored Family Member...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following article is copied from &lt;a href="inoy69@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;Brother Yoni Varia&lt;/a&gt;'s email. Came across my mind, when the churches give their full hands to help the poors, where go the mosque and other Islamic institutions? While people with cross lend their money and sweat, where goes my brothers with kopiah and my sisters with shawl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zabidi Morad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun | Sep 13, 09 | 12:29:22 pm MYT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALOR SETAR, 13 Sept:&lt;/b&gt; Kunjungan Pembela dan Persatuan Cina Muslim Kedah/Perlis tengah malam tadi ke rumah puan Fatimah Abdullah, 29 tahun di Flat Simpang Kuala, Alor Setar berkesudahan dengan linangan air mata semua yang terlibat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ini memandangkan dalam kesibukan sebahagian besar umat Islam yang berkemampuan menyediakan pelbagai keperluan untuk menyambut ketibaan 1 Syawal akan datang, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1253026170_0"&gt;masih ada&lt;/span&gt; umat Islam di negara ini yang hidup dalam kesusahan dan melarat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lebih memilukan hati dan perasaan apabila melihat yang menanggung kesusahan itu dalah seorang &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1253026170_1"&gt;ibu tunggal&lt;/span&gt; dari kalangan saudara baru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Menurut Basir Haji Ismail, setiausaha agung Pembela, mereka dimaklumkan oleh pengerusi Persatuan Cina Muslim Kedah/Perlis tentang nasib yang menimpa seorang saudara baru berstatus ibu tunggal yang hidup dalam keadaan yang amat daif. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kata Basir, berdasarkan maklumat tersebut beberapa wakil Pembela dan aktivis PAS &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1253026170_2"&gt;Kubang Pasu&lt;/span&gt; telah pergi menemui saudara baru berkenaan malam tadi. Sungguh mengejutkan kerana kami mendapati keadaan kehidupan saudara baru tersebut cukup daif kerana tidak ada apa-apapun makanan lain kecuali setengah kampit beras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kunjungan kami pada asalnya hanyalah untuk memberi sedikit sumbangan dari dana tabung kemanusiaan Pembela," katanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Setelah melihat sendiri keadaan saudara baru berkenaan, maka pihaknya rasa terpanggil untuk membuat rayuan dari kepada seluruh umat Islam di negara ini yang berkemampuan supaya tampil memberi bantuan kepada Fatimah yang sedang dalam kesusahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dari maklumat yang diterima dari Fatimah, kehidupannya amat susah sekali..setelah diceraikan oleh suaminya kira-kira 2 tahun lalu. Kini ia tidak ada apa-apa yang ditinggalkan oleh suaminya kecuali terpaksa membesarkan ketiga-tiga anaknya yang masih kecil yang berumur antara 2-8 tahun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Buat masa ini saudara baru ini menumpang di rumah Yayasan Islam &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1253026170_3"&gt;Negeri Kedah&lt;/span&gt; tidak termasuk bayaran bil air dan elektrik yang terpaksa ditanggung oleh pihaknya sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image" src="http://us.mg1.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f502128%5fAIV8v9EAAKhmSq8XBQGmugHJC%2bc&amp;amp;pid=2.2&amp;amp;fid=FCR&amp;amp;inline=1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gambar:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fatimah bersama dua anaknya, hanya nasi puteh tanpa lauk yang sedang di makan oleh anak kecil ini.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika berkunjung ke rumahnya kami mendapati anak sulung (lelaki) terlantar di katil kerana cedera di bahagian bawah mata akibat terjatuh ketika bermain di luar rumah pada siang hari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tidak ada ubat yang mampu diberikan, apa lagi untuk membawanya ke klinik berhampiran. Dua lagi anaknya sedang  menjamah makanan iaitu nasi putih yang tidak berlauk, kata Basir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lebih malang lagi, anak sulungnya yang berumur lapan tahun tersebut tidak lagi dapat meneruskan pengajian kerana tidak mampu untuk menyara kos persekolahannnya setiap hari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fatimah, nama asalnya Lim Yen Thik berkata, "Saya tidak tahu nak buat apa-apa, kecuali menjaga anak-anak yang masih kecil. Nak kerja &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1253026170_4"&gt;cari duit&lt;/span&gt;, susah, lebih-lebih lagi kalau jauh dari rumah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Kalau ada masalah, saya mengadu kepada Haji Ibrahim Lai kerana dia adalah pengerusi Persatuan Cina Muslim Kedah/Perlis. Keluarga kandung langsung tak mau ambil peduli tentang saya lagi kecuali saya bersetuju balik semula kepada agama asal (Budha)," katanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Rasa perit apabila memeluk &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1253026170_5"&gt;agama Islam&lt;/span&gt;, keluarga kandung buang saya. Jiran tempat tinggal (Melayu) pun tak mahu berkawan kerana  mereka anggap saya bukan orang Islam, tak tahulah apakah ini ujian dari Tuhan kepada saya," katanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sehubungan itu, Basir bagi pihak Pembela ingin merayu kepada orang ramai, khususnya umat Islam yang berkemampuan supaya dapat menghulurkan sumbangan kepada Fatimah dengan seberapa segera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sumbangan tersebut boleh dimasukkan ke dalam akaun peribadinya atas nama LIM YEAN THIK, nombor akaun Maybank 1521 7003 1022 ataupun menghubunginya di talian 019-514 7892. Keterangan lanjut boleh menghubunginya di talian 017-484 7791 (Basir Hj Ismail). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2955459300348725217-3037463038503524179?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/3037463038503524179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=3037463038503524179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3037463038503524179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3037463038503524179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/09/ignored-family-member.html' title='The Ignored Family Member...'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-8146783376315077311</id><published>2009-09-09T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:45:59.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New P0st Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey!!! I'm Back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like blogging again. As usual, after a long silence. Didn't feel like blogging. Life full of assignments and works. *sigh. What a boring topic to talk about. Works will never walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wishing everyone a blessed Ramadhan! =) This might be a bit late, since the last phase of the month of barakah is starting. Owh, how's ramadhan by the way? It must be exciting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh owh... This ramadhan looks promising for Monash people. Got to know more Muslim friends in uni =) Credit to Atie for conducting a talk on "Does Islam Oppress WOmen" in Monash. It is not easy to conduct an islamic activity in Monash you know? A big applause again to Atie =)&lt;br /&gt;Even though the numbers of participant are less than 10, at least something has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh 0wh... Got a chance to borak-borak with brother Amir after an iftar-cum-Nana's-advanced-birthday-celebration in Pyramid. Looks like MUSA hardly gives approvement on the Khatam Quran event. Looks funny when some other group easily gets a permission to conduct a 'worshipping' activity in a lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters, lets get to know each other and tighten the brotherhood a.k.a ukhuwwah. JOm! JOm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-8146783376315077311?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/8146783376315077311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=8146783376315077311' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/8146783376315077311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/8146783376315077311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-p0st-again.html' title='New P0st Again!!!'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-2517893333768041662</id><published>2009-06-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:07:31.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help me out! I don't know how to edit my template! Urgh~ I am not up-to-date with these new tech. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on vacation!!! Monash is so kind for giving a vacation of SWOT to us all. Quoting from &lt;a href="http://cxxvii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amirul&lt;/a&gt;, this 'Study-With-Over-Tension' vacation is precisely defined ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours spent on preparing for finals, I take some time for a break and go across YouTube. See what i found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4Xci2YSxqE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4Xci2YSxqE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this video? Looking forward to know your opinion ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Credits to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/slimiz29"&gt;slimiz29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;http: com="" user="" slimiz29=""&gt; for uploading this on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-2517893333768041662?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/2517893333768041662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=2517893333768041662' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/2517893333768041662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/2517893333768041662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-out-i-dont-know-how-to-edit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-449368883418416908</id><published>2009-05-09T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:22:52.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>Some people judge the writer from their writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Corner To Vomit Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;, some reader might think the writer is a good person. To be specific, there are some people might think the writer of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Corner To Vommit Thoughts&lt;/span&gt; is a good Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is made to clearify this misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name of the blog itself, this blog is made to share the thoughts of the writer. It does not resemble the personality of the writer at all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of the blog, the writer has clarify himself as a person who wants to be a better Muslim, which in a way describes himself as a normal person with goods and bads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't blame the writer if you feel frustrated after knowing the truth. In reality, the writer is not a respectful nor good person. He has no intention to seek attention from the readers to show that he is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is only a place for the writer to share his thoughts, as somehow it helps the writer to remind himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the writer if you, the reader feel disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-449368883418416908?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/449368883418416908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=449368883418416908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/449368883418416908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/449368883418416908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/05/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-6597703712701647870</id><published>2009-04-10T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:10:43.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre Of Tears</title><content type='html'>Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0344, Saturday morning - just done watching a JDrama entitled 1 Litre of Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/Sd-nV3Pnz_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cP_CZ5KJ2ZM/s1600-h/1-litre-of-tears-254x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/Sd-nV3Pnz_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cP_CZ5KJ2ZM/s320/1-litre-of-tears-254x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323157278623780850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true story based on the diary written by a girl named Aya Ikeuchi who suffered from a Spinocellar Atrophy disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/Sd-nWIIQWOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oJgZ-BcNOAc/s1600-h/1-litre-of-tears_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/Sd-nWIIQWOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oJgZ-BcNOAc/s320/1-litre-of-tears_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323157283156285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aya-nee's diary has been published in Japan and her writing touches people's heart. People starts to think of the purpose of their life. People starts to be strong and not giving up. People starts to be thankful. People starts to realize that there are many unfortunate people living gratefully with strentgh left within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aya-nee's story makes me think of how grateful I am to be born as a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my purpose of living - to be a great slave of Allah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a place to speak whenever I am in trouble - Allah would always listen to our voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would always feel good when I am in trouble - as Allah would only tests his slaves with something able to be handled, and He would always by our side to guide us to the right path.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There is something - a question - left to be unanswered - freezing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope to find the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-6597703712701647870?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/6597703712701647870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=6597703712701647870' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6597703712701647870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6597703712701647870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre Of Tears'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/Sd-nV3Pnz_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/cP_CZ5KJ2ZM/s72-c/1-litre-of-tears-254x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-4454104165890677776</id><published>2009-03-20T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:00:19.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long silence...</title><content type='html'>Blogosphere smells good! *smile widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I miss blogging. Suddenly I miss throwing out mt thoughts on this little corner. Please don't blame me for the long silence. I did not blog because i did not have anything to blog. Can say I stopped thinking and live my normally with lectures, tutorials and labs. Don't forget I am a human too! I have private life you know~ ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise to God, I am now studying in Monash University Sunway Campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amin, I thought you are somewhere in New Zealand now. What happened???"&lt;br /&gt;*smile* &lt;br /&gt;He knows what's best. I did not pass the cut-off points given by the Petronas, lead to change of status from oversea sponsored student to local sponsored student. I felt low, down and embarrassed. I did not have courage to look at my family's faces. I did not have guts to meet my friends. I did not have balls to look into the mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings me up?&lt;br /&gt;Those are things brings me up from falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Allah knows what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought studying abroad would be the best resolution. I would have new experience dealing with new people. I would be more independent. I would have new environment. I would be more mature. I would have better place for studying. &lt;br /&gt;And I think I got it right here in Malaysia. I have international surroundings too! My housemates are all foreigners, making me the only local guy in this house. In my lectures only have got 6 malays - 3 guys and 3 girls. I have good lecturers and equipments. Thank You Allah. You know what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Allah does not test his slave with unfaceable problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying if I say it's not hurt at all. Not going abroad is a big failure. I was depressed with smile, pretend as if i was fine and hypocritly laugh when tears drop in heart. &lt;br /&gt;Then I realised, I am not grateful for what I have now. At least I have a place to study, with allowance and fees paid. At least I still have big dreams, which are destinations i am aiming for. At least I have Mak, Ayah, Kakak-kakak, her and friends who are always by my side. I should be HIs grateful slave, facing problems with 'kesyukuran' and pray hard to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more reasons for me to still standing and moving forward. However, I should not deny that I am still in recovery phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah, give me guidance and strength..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-4454104165890677776?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/4454104165890677776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=4454104165890677776' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/4454104165890677776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/4454104165890677776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-long-silence.html' title='After a long silence...'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-4436155147936582284</id><published>2009-01-11T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:52:40.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Habits, Our Brothers, Our Sisters</title><content type='html'>Regarding the previous post, I have received comments supporting the small effort to uphold the dignity of Muslims. However, someone ANONYMOUS dropped by and made few statements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt id="c3699526533496047927"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" alt="Blogger" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08903522464948035959" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;anonymous&lt;/a&gt;  said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;oi!&lt;br /&gt;fuck u all..&lt;br /&gt;fuck this blogger!&lt;br /&gt;go die, motherfucker!&lt;br /&gt;u guys can`t even unite wit each other! boycotts?&lt;br /&gt;u`ll think that will work?&lt;br /&gt;ude ur brains arsehole,,, we give employments to millions of muslim!&lt;br /&gt;its their choice to have a good source of incomes...&lt;br /&gt;boycott us,, n we will still have trillions! u guys however,, will live in acountry wit full of useless job seekers!&lt;br /&gt;think bout that!&lt;br /&gt;dumbass!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;January 10, 2009 6:10 PM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Here I wish to reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dear oppositions of my thoughts,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim that this is a free world,with no limitation of trade nor thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice your believe, where I speak out what I think is right and hold on to my belief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that boycott is just nothing and you still can make trillions of dollars (note that this currency is no longer strong, where people has started to look into dinar instead of virtual-base dollar),&lt;br /&gt;you do not need us THE MUSLIMS to be buy your products, use your service, neither work for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices for the sake of ISLAM would always be granted, paid with the better one.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are strong enough to even SURVIVE in your field without muslims,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?     &lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?   &lt;br /&gt; WHAT BOTHERS YOU?   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?  &lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?  &lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?  &lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?  &lt;br /&gt;WHAT BOTHERS YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWnALVXCi7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/FiunW8XRfVQ/s1600-h/change_you_habbit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWnALVXCi7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/FiunW8XRfVQ/s320/change_you_habbit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970538268232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWnALtcQGRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jzzyUZchX7Q/s1600-h/boycott04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWnALtcQGRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jzzyUZchX7Q/s320/boycott04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289970544732543250" 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/2955459300348725217-4436155147936582284?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/4436155147936582284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=4436155147936582284' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/4436155147936582284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/4436155147936582284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-habits-our-brothers-our-sisters.html' title='Our Habits, Our Brothers, Our Sisters'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWnALVXCi7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/FiunW8XRfVQ/s72-c/change_you_habbit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-5150274763237867177</id><published>2009-01-04T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:23:00.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are They Alone?</title><content type='html'>I have few questions for you folks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hypocrites?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any dignity?&lt;br /&gt;Do you any sense of morality?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that just because you guys update your facebook status showing some meaningless sympathy to Palestinians, or maybe even stand in the street for few minutes, you support Palestine?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that this is how reasonable, smart people face the enemy (&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231162322_5"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt;, the terrorist state)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think it is extremely hypocritical to show your friends that you guys care about humanity, when in reality all you do is indulging in vain talks. ...yeah I know, we pseudo-humans are expert in that! We talk but never act!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we going to act, WHEN?&lt;br /&gt;We have been manipulated for so many years; and still many of us&lt;br /&gt;do not even know it. Israel is a danger for humanity, and lobbies behind it are very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;The question is why are they so powerful? The answer is pretty simple, MONEY, boy do they have it!&lt;br /&gt;In this jungle that we call civilized world MONEY = POWER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do WE do? I am not asking you to go fight in Palestine, not even to give away  your money. I know that some of you pretend to be able to go fight or send them money. BUT here is the most important question:&lt;br /&gt;How can you give your life away, when in reality you can’t even give up drinking coke, or eating at the local MacDonald!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWIVOPu7CNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jf6Q0vnweg8/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWIVOPu7CNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jf6Q0vnweg8/s320/coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287812246972074194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look how they humiliate our solat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWIVOev5oTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/msRQIFqiDDs/s1600-h/McZionist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWIVOev5oTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/msRQIFqiDDs/s320/McZionist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287812251002708274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They succeed to be our first choice of meal in daily life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How???? TELL ME HOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli lobbies make billion and billion of dollars a year, just because WE guys cannot give up a handful of their very known products (there are actually very good substitutes to any of these products)&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense to you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense to you to support these poor Palestinians, by financing their enemy???????&lt;br /&gt;Oh my GOOOOOD, Does it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sisters, my brothers, I am supplicating you here, please, pleaaase do not be selfish, do not be greedy, do no let the love of few products control your mind, your soul. I implore your to please think before you act.&lt;br /&gt;This is a serious matter, we shall start at our level, and we will see the benefit  of this soon enough with God's will.&lt;br /&gt;Currently sooo many people are working on this 'universal' boycott but before achieving this very noble goal,&lt;br /&gt;BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE IN THE WORLD. (gandhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this small note is aimed at two kinds of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-The so-called religious people: people who are God conscious, who know that on the day of judgment they will have to face God, a day where every atom of good and bad deeds that you made will be shown to you.&lt;br /&gt;And you will eventually be asked ,WHAT DID YOU DO FOR HUMANITY??&lt;br /&gt;In this case I hope your answer won’t be: we have been financing the enemy of humanity, the oppressors, the terrorists... just because we had not control on our desires, and we couldn’t even give up drinking coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- The so-called humanists: those who claim, that religion brings terror, and that only human values allow this world to survive. Those who say they love human-being regardless of their race or skin, those who say, they would be willing to help oppressed people wherever they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL WE ARE ASKING HERE, ALL THE HELP WE NEED IS THAT YOU GUYS BOYCOT THE ISRAELI PRODUCTS.&lt;br /&gt;the list of products can be found at the link below:&lt;br /&gt;And …&lt;br /&gt;BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE IN THE WORLD. (gandhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I received the note above through email and I wish to share it with you. Think about it. Your life, your own hereafter, your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http://www.inminds.co.uk%2Fboycott-brands.html"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231162322_6"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http://www.inminds.co.uk%2Fboycott-brands.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-5150274763237867177?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/5150274763237867177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=5150274763237867177' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/5150274763237867177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/5150274763237867177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-they-alone.html' title='Are They Alone?'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SWIVOPu7CNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jf6Q0vnweg8/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-6009813227535585022</id><published>2008-12-08T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:05:59.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Note from Manjung</title><content type='html'>I am home!!! Finally back to Manjung. I just feel like blogging and online. I drove all the way from a building called house to cyber cafe. My house does not internet, so the probability of my internet networking to be delayed is kinda high. No facebook, no friendster, no ym, no blogging. Sound interesting, ryte? Being free from IT, which also means i am independent =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about independent, I am just back from BTN. weee~&lt;br /&gt;It sounds boring, right? "duh~ why shoud we go to btn when we are in holidays?" "I have learned history since form 1, not to mention my years with Kajian Tempatan" "I do not need BTN!" Frankly speaking, the BTN was awesome! It was very enjoyable! The input, the trainers, the accomodations, the food... They were all good! Too bad I cannot share the input here since we have agreed that the discussion content was secret. And too bad I am now at cyber cafe, have no pictures at all to be posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting moment in BTN - our dorm got a surprised visit from nyet-nyet! We did not know what happened. The moment we came back from talk, our dorm looked a bit untidy. My bed was a bit unarranged. The best part was the nyet-nyet left its poops on the floor, in the middle between Amirul and Syed's bed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how not comfortable it is to online at cyber cafe and using Internet Explorer? Till here, pals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-6009813227535585022?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/6009813227535585022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=6009813227535585022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6009813227535585022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6009813227535585022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-note-from-manjung.html' title='Simple Note from Manjung'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-359328006846223077</id><published>2008-11-28T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:46:33.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>IB IS OVER AND NOW I AM ON HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that sounds good. May make everyone happy. I was happy too, but now I am miserably afraid. Let me explain the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;1. I missed Subuh Prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This frequently happen. I am ashamed to Allah and to myself for performing at 10 in the morning. In shame, still hoping HE would accept my ibadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;2. I did not recite Al-Quran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When studying, I recited daily. I could feel the enjoyment of reciting Allah's words. Even though I do not understand the meaning, it is really addictive. Once start to read, it would end up until the legs get numbed (my legs easily get numbed btw). I just started back yesterday. I could feel the different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3. The night after Pseudo-Graduation Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is worse. After the Pseudo-Graduation Night (PGN), me and my friends went to the curve to have some leisure time together. Went to foozeball and pool, which sounds alright. Then I went into karaoke rooms with other girls friend of mine. err... The room was kinda small. I am quite sure how low my iman was at that time, where I did not feel guilty when my body accidentally touched theirs. Dear my friends, I honestly apologize for this feelings. I am honestly apologize fir driving you guys to that place.&lt;br /&gt;From Foozeball and karaoke, I went to laundry bar. Yes, you read it correctly. Laundry Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SS_9CAaAmhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lHpt7lOaSDA/s1600-h/130646859_be03f977e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SS_9CAaAmhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lHpt7lOaSDA/s320/130646859_be03f977e7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273711899584797202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SS_9CPc8UnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ryft2j_fpps/s1600-h/130625099_4c790100ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SS_9CPc8UnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ryft2j_fpps/s320/130625099_4c790100ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273711903623631474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got both pictures from internet, which I think look kinda same when I was in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling this? So that I can be proud of stepping into the bar and can say I am cool? lols~ I am telling you this so that my Muslim friends who loves me would come to me and nag me for stepping into it. Yes, my intention was to get the experience how it was inside. Yes, I did not touch any girls nor drink anything inside. I was just looking around and sit with my friends. But I let my heart adapt with that environment, which is not impossible for me to get use to that place and make it my second home. My lovely friends, please come to me, be mad at me, nag me and scold me for all these thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have few weeks until I get my results and insyaAllah off to university HE plans me to go to. For the mean time, I am afraid my iman would decrease to the lowest point and I would lost myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please help your slaves and guide them to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(yaitu) orang-orang yang beriman dan hati mereka manjadi tenteram dengan mengingat Allah. Ingatlah, hanya dengan mengingati Allah-lah hati menjadi tenteram. (QS. 13:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2955459300348725217-359328006846223077?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/359328006846223077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=359328006846223077' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/359328006846223077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/359328006846223077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/11/punishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SS_9CAaAmhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lHpt7lOaSDA/s72-c/130646859_be03f977e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-534565086816700384</id><published>2008-11-25T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:35:20.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IB - The Journey With Memories</title><content type='html'>1641, approximately 2 hours to gather at the Sri KDU primary hall for the pseudo-graduation nyte. Tonight would be the night where I could meet every IB individuals - from students to teachers. After all, both students and teachers are my friends which I appreciate a lot. Conflicts, problems and troubles created through these 2 years had strengthen our bonds and built the maturity within ourselves. Thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the future, I am gonna miss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amirul&lt;/span&gt;'s laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siang&lt;/span&gt;'s emotional expression while singing beside me in the house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt;'s whining and complains,&lt;br /&gt;Loud sounds from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt;'s speaker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aggie&lt;/span&gt;'s smile and pose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kay&lt;/span&gt;'s BIGS stuff (she big in everything,ok? no perversion is allowed here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatin&lt;/span&gt;'s driving obsession and her emo-yet-think-of-others self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aleen&lt;/span&gt; and her courage of claiming her comel-ness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt; and her phylosophy,&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiha&lt;/span&gt;'s profound sneeze,&lt;br /&gt;not to forget the loudest speaker ever - no speaker can defeat &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maryam&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the girl who looks like a boy. You too,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ju Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The most gentle guy in IB, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syed&lt;/span&gt; has always be nice to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The man who teaches me life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikhwan&lt;/span&gt;, you would be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Man of the joke and chib**, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chan Hu&lt;/span&gt; penfitnah is also on the list.&lt;br /&gt;The fun of teasing and being teased by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lingges&lt;/span&gt; the fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fayzal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s one breath of speach, which Amirul is forced to listen to bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Zahra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her childish-ness and still claims that she's matured,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Afida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the most macho and kind girl ever,&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apit&lt;/span&gt; the macho and the xtreme one,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I would try my best to be as jobless as you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone left? NO! I WON'T LET ANYONE TO BE OUT OF MY MEMORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sue Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s masterpiece (ur food is just awesome),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nadiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sahabat yang amat baik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and her quietness (err.. only to me kot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei Ling&lt;/span&gt; and her rapid image transformation within 2 years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sham&lt;/span&gt;'s shuffle and hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt; whos responsible for calling me as 'Sylar',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winson&lt;/span&gt; the valeditorian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; and his My-Konek-Cough theory,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s weirdness-yet-cannot-be-explained-why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahmad Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;, please don't forget to bring your handkerchief,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;, you are actually nice to be friend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;, would always remember your innocent look with dirty thoughts (i knew it man!) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Ying&lt;/span&gt;, don't be too nice please!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;, always look honest while telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss each and everyone of us. I wish everyone the best in our life. Not only for IB result (which would be coming on the evil date, 6th January 2009), but also for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch, babes.&lt;br /&gt;This is soo gay, but I am gonna say this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys and do remember our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-534565086816700384?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/534565086816700384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=534565086816700384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/534565086816700384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/534565086816700384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/11/ib-journey-with-memories.html' title='IB - The Journey With Memories'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-776978015991328463</id><published>2008-11-19T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:45:30.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B. R. A. G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;          B eing&lt;br /&gt;          R ighteous&lt;br /&gt;          A nd&lt;br /&gt;          G lorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confuse. To think back of it, people desperate for being noticed. They want to be known as someone intelligent and excellent. And perhaps they figure out the easiest, fastest way to be reconized is by BRAGging. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am tired of listening people bragging. They compare themselves with their friends and hinting that they have studied more and they are more intelligent than his friend (note that "him" does not mean its a guy. "him" is just general). Perhaps its their intention to make people around them to feel low. In a way, they help the others to demotivate themselves. That is sooooo constructing. Thanx, peeps~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to show that you are good, peeps. Go teach your friends, get good results, show good examples to the rest... Too much ways till I am not able to list it down here. Yes, it consumes more time to be noticed and to be recognized compared to bragging. But trust me, bragger. People would only recognise you as someone intelligent by brain but empty by heart. Honestly I am annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hypocrite. Stay away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-776978015991328463?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/776978015991328463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=776978015991328463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/776978015991328463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/776978015991328463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-r-g.html' title='B. R. A. G.'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-2404192983615564744</id><published>2008-11-17T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:38:19.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i lucky?</title><content type='html'>I am in love with this song, and I post it here so that I can easily watch it everyday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEMLqBUjurQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEMLqBUjurQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-2404192983615564744?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/2404192983615564744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=2404192983615564744' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/2404192983615564744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/2404192983615564744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-lucky.html' title='am i lucky?'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-1697725475870184198</id><published>2008-09-19T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:36:12.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration of war</title><content type='html'>Examination is just around the corner. Battle begins on the November 4th, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SNOcYoB9J0I/AAAAAAAAACw/ivnIKcfCkwU/s1600-h/Auckland2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SNOcYoB9J0I/AAAAAAAAACw/ivnIKcfCkwU/s320/Auckland2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709937693173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YA ALLAH, KURNIAKANLAH KEJAYAAN KEPADAKU DAN SAHABAT-SAHABATKU DALAM PERJUANGAN INI. KURNIAKANLAH KEMENANGAN DALAM JIHAD KAMI MENUNTUT ILMU. BERIKANLAH KAMI KECEMERLANGAN DALAM MENCAPAI MARKAH LEBIH DARIPADA 35 POINTS DALAM PEPERIKSAAN FINAL IB SETERUSNYA MELANJUTKAN PELAJARAN KE UNIVERSITI TERBAIK UNTUK HAMBA-HAMBAMU INI. AMIN~&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-1697725475870184198?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/1697725475870184198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=1697725475870184198' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/1697725475870184198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/1697725475870184198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/09/declaration-of-war.html' title='Declaration of war'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SNOcYoB9J0I/AAAAAAAAACw/ivnIKcfCkwU/s72-c/Auckland2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-6660354850961684106</id><published>2008-08-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:39:31.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post on the first day of HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>Holiday started. yeah!!! rawks!!! I have a week holiday, which is just nice for me. A long break would not be good, because i know i will be in trouble for now knowing what to do at home. Well, be the last in the family requires me to stay at home alone if mak go to work. Ayah surely will be busy with his duty. This is what a son of responsible parents need to face. Hey, I believe I am rewarded for this sacrifice. After all, to gain reward from HIM is not that hard, right? No doubt that He is the Most Gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SKZEZ6vpYOI/AAAAAAAAACo/ITxDbGW2wkw/s1600-h/bism_scan_290w.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SKZEZ6vpYOI/AAAAAAAAACo/ITxDbGW2wkw/s320/bism_scan_290w.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234946828921299170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the name of God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most Gracious&lt;/span&gt;, most Compassionate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone was called by Mr Shaw after English paper last wednesday. The urgent call was to inform us the Southern Hemisphere Bound&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Petronas Scholars to attend an education fair at Nikko Hotel on Sunday, August 16. The objectives are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;1. To expose us with the Australian education&lt;br /&gt;system, the courses offered by the respective university, the&lt;br /&gt;university's facilities, university application, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) For technical students, we would benefit and&lt;br /&gt;enhance our knowledge by attending the relevant seminar ie &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1218856436_5"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1218856436_6"&gt;The Pathway&lt;/span&gt; to Creative Innovation") at 3.30pm - 4.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) For non-technical students, we would benefit and&lt;br /&gt;enhance our knowledge by attending the relevant seminar ie&lt;br /&gt;International Business In A Changing World at 1.30pm to 2.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv)To entitle waiver for university application fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv)To establish networking with the relevant parties -&lt;br /&gt;university, among students from different colleges, IDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the objectives? Wish that all the objectives would be reached so that our time would not be wasted just like that. Some of us have to cancel the flight ticket just for the sake of attending the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, one more thing. Because of this edu fair, I cannot watch my weekly-jDrama. Feel like crying!! If I were a girl, tears would surely drop from my eyes. Hey hey, Nadia has promised me to give the series so that I will not cry due to sadness and emotionless. Thanx, mate! Looking forward for the other series too. *wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are reading and it happens the speaker is turned on, I bet you can listen to a Japanese song. Yea, I am trapped with this song. Here I serve you the meaning of the song. Translated by a Japanese dude, this song entitled Ashita Hareru Kana (Will It Be Fine Tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shouting out for love, with hot tears streaming&lt;br /&gt;Just where have those glorious days disappear to?&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the same tomorrow, wandering on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back from now on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening carefully to the voice of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just what would I probably say to myself?&lt;br /&gt;Now, standing at the dirtied corner of the street,&lt;br /&gt;Looking up in the sky, I will think to myself everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loneliness and the troubles bestowed upon us from God&lt;br /&gt;Just make us cry when we desire to&lt;br /&gt;What will our fate be?&lt;br /&gt;Should we just give up?&lt;br /&gt;It is just like the never-ending magical wonders of the seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh baby. No, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Is there no ‘emotion’ without ‘love’?&lt;br /&gt;Free to grieve about it,&lt;br /&gt;For it is the consequence of society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, baby. You’re maybe.&lt;br /&gt;There is no ‘joy’ without ‘love’.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it dearly one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the sake of loving oneself on some days,&lt;br /&gt;Recall on the beautiful memories that you have&lt;br /&gt;For the life that has yet to unfold from the distant past&lt;br /&gt;Exists to make that one dream of yours come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who will open the door to miracles?&lt;br /&gt;Smile, just once more&lt;br /&gt;Have you realized it yet?&lt;br /&gt;The key (to the door) is already&lt;br /&gt;On the palm of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why, baby? Oh, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Is there no ‘hate’ without ‘love’?&lt;br /&gt;Free to foresee or not,&lt;br /&gt;In order to protect oneself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, baby. You’re maybe.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just a little game!!&lt;br /&gt;This broken feeling&lt;br /&gt;Overcome it one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I talk to myself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, baby. No, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Is there no ‘emotion’ without ‘love’?&lt;br /&gt;Free to grieve about it,&lt;br /&gt;What is left will only be regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, baby. Smile, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not for eternity&lt;br /&gt;To themselves, everyone in their heart&lt;br /&gt;Whisper softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Will it be fine tomorrow…?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beneath the distant sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2955459300348725217-6660354850961684106?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/6660354850961684106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=6660354850961684106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6660354850961684106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6660354850961684106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-holiday.html' title='Post on the first day of HOLIDAY'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SKZEZ6vpYOI/AAAAAAAAACo/ITxDbGW2wkw/s72-c/bism_scan_290w.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-3058108542986514643</id><published>2008-08-09T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:48:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daiseku Desu</title><content type='html'>Darn. I am back to blogosphere, and it is during mock exam! Well, can't help it when I feel like blogging. Sory, mate~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currenly trapped with the JDrama entitled &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Operation Love&lt;/span&gt;. About a guy named Kenzo, who falls in love with Rei. Sounds typical, ayte? The series starts with Kenzo stands in the wedding ceremony, looking at Rei as the bride who happens to get married with another guy. Both of them are childhood friends and close to each other. They loved each other without any of them knows about it. Kenzo is then given another opportunities to return to the past, with mission to get Rei's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi-J94syWkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zi-J94syWkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with summary. What makes me so emotional with the story is the characters. lol~ It sounds stupid but I feel damn pathetic with this Kenzo dude. He looks cold, a bit slow, not romantic and not a perfect guy to be loved (at least not the type of guy who's chased by the girls). The Rei girl is the other way round. She is lovely, kind, cute and pretty. Guys would be melted to be with her I believe (at least I would. lol~). It is heart-touching when Rei loves Kenzo and accept him as himself, and not expecting Kenzo to be her prince charming  (as she should has as a girl in her dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't point this out to encourage us to get a couple and involve in this monkey love thingy. We do aware that 'couple' is not encouraged and leads to misbehaviour. The point here is to accept people as him/herself and not expecting him/her to change for you. We might be friend with someone with thousands of reasons - good looking, wealth, educated, influenced, and the list goes on. Somehow we might see the bad side of him/her and reluctant to accept that. Perhaps some of us would try to create him/her to be someone else, and perhaps some of us would simply leave him/her. Why could not we accept anyone as their ownselves? I adore Rei. Somehow I hope to get someone like her (with wide smile~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dirty women are for dirty men and dirty men for dirty women and clean women for clean men and clean women for clean women; they are free from what they are saying. For them is forgiveness and honorable provision"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yahoo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;An Nur, 26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2955459300348725217-3058108542986514643?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/3058108542986514643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=3058108542986514643' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3058108542986514643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3058108542986514643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/08/darn.html' title='Daiseku Desu'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-3303820284721212624</id><published>2008-07-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:50:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mock Candidate's Post.</title><content type='html'>It happens to be awarded a thoughts, then only I will return to blogosphere~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Straight to the point. I was doing some private stuff in the late of morning and suddenly appears in my mind about the political and education thingy. You might think I always blog about politics, ayte? *sigh Don't know how on Earth my mind can easily get attracted and having a thought about this dirty stuff. Well yea, it is not dirty actually. Politics is part of Islam (nothing in this world is separated from Islam. Just that the enemy of Islam makes it separated, and the Muslims happen to just accept their propaganda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SHl6rlsjQ0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uFTTIn7wvX4/s1600-h/islam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SHl6rlsjQ0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uFTTIn7wvX4/s320/islam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222340132184736578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Due to propaganda, Muslims do not understand what is Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This is my thought. I am getting worried about the future of our generation. Looking at our political status, there is a possibility for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Men (&lt;/span&gt;direct translation from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang-orang besar. &lt;/span&gt;lol~ ) to use education as their political issue. Let us see.. The MIC has already comes out with step of increasing standard of Tamil School and gives more benefits to them. Yea, it is good for our friends, the Indian. But why now? Shouldn't it be implemented years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many reasons, I think that our generation cannot fully rely on the shoulder of the oldies.  Perhaps they had bring construction of high buildings and beautiful blocks, but they forget to provide a strong base on our generation. Thus, we should have our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kesatuan Pelajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is the function then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not like Barisan Nasional nor Pakatan Rakyat, Kesatuan Pelajar is an organisation without external influence. It holds on the same ideology and move as unity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free from political influence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Act as the voice of teenagers, especially students. A medium for students to voice out their opinions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Who will lead the Kesatuan Pelajar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student leaders from IPTA (perhaps the YDP of each institutions).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student leaders from IPTS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student leaders from abroad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oppsss...!!!!! My thoughts is too much! Against the AUKU!!! Thanx to Anwar Ibrahim for implementing AUKU. Now we can just sit on our bench in the class and be the victim of the old generation's drama. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back to work. Mock exam is mocking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-3303820284721212624?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/3303820284721212624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=3303820284721212624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3303820284721212624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3303820284721212624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/07/mock-candidates-post.html' title='Mock Candidate&apos;s Post.'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SHl6rlsjQ0I/AAAAAAAAACY/uFTTIn7wvX4/s72-c/islam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-6125193236263206216</id><published>2008-06-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:27:54.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungrateful Creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SFpsU28dqyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ldbset8drMk/s1600-h/641px-Mad_scientist_transparent_background.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SFpsU28dqyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ldbset8drMk/s320/641px-Mad_scientist_transparent_background.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213598624237071138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aaaarrrgggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wanna shout to all Malaysian's ears, holding healer and microphone with home theatre turned on and turn the volume to the highest so that these people get possibility of 31.28% to become deaf. Serve u ryte, people. People who jz know how to blame on petronas and talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh... emotionally unstable, the feeling of reading people's comment and their voices blaming on petronas is soo annoying. Lemme ask u some questions. Whoever feel like answering, plz be welcome to answer it under my comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    We nearly owed the World Bank during economic crisis. Thank God we did it, handled the            crisis in our 'own way'. But what was actually OUR WAY? Where did Malaysia got money to        handle the economic crisis in 1998?&lt;br /&gt;2.    Journey to the northern and southern became easier. Where did Malaysia got money to built        the PLUS highway?&lt;br /&gt;3.   Where does government get the money to give subsidies to the fellow Malaysian?&lt;br /&gt;4.    Thank God we are all in school. At least compared to the last 20 years, our schools became            much better. Where did the money to built all these education facilities came from?&lt;br /&gt;5.    Waaahhhh!!! During 2007 budget, the allowance for JPA and MARA scholarship holders                increased. Last week, when people kept talking about 3F problems, MARA scholars in Egypt        happily received a news of allowance increment. Yea, the increment is only 90%. Not really        much, ayte?&lt;br /&gt;6.    Are we proud of Putrajaya? Are the building beautiful? How's the scenery? Where they got            the money to built it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More questions might be too bothering. Just answer those questions. The next post will be the follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-6125193236263206216?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/6125193236263206216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=6125193236263206216' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6125193236263206216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6125193236263206216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/06/ungrateful-creature.html' title='Ungrateful Creature'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SFpsU28dqyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ldbset8drMk/s72-c/641px-Mad_scientist_transparent_background.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-7727560764362036293</id><published>2008-06-07T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:54:01.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we really need......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SEtVWYledzI/AAAAAAAAABw/3fnEY8XpOlQ/s1600-h/unisel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SEtVXFZdk6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EzA5nhvBN6I/s1600-h/blog1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SEtVX61dyGI/AAAAAAAAACA/V9DqYMCjjKw/s1600-h/blog2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209351263402969186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SEtVX61dyGI/AAAAAAAAACA/V9DqYMCjjKw/s320/blog2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;A normal phenomenon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I blog whenever i feel like i need to. And now feel like something is somewhere in the trakea reaching the throat. Really need to throw it out. *sigh. There is no internet connection in my sisters’ house. Since its pushing out from the throat, I take initiative to write on word first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a trip to langkawi with Wari, Emir and Blank was awesome. But the moments in langkawi is not the thing that would be updated here. As usual, whenever we meet, there would be a discussion on something. One of it was about how ‘efficient’ our education system is. Emir, the malaysian education victim, always commenting about how bad ours is compared to other countries’ systems, the way government uses to waste the money for the embarrasing scholars holder, even gives an ideas on how to start a chaos in Malaysia. Well, we are all crazy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings me to throw out is what happened yesterday. My sister, I prefer to call her The Sun, came out with an issue of her university juniors who failed to further their education in master due to political reason. Fyi, she was graduated from UNISEL, a half-state government university. So far as I concern, UNISEL has good reputation on biotechnology field. It also provides a foundation course for students who will continue studies in Japan ( heard that Mido, a former TKC head girl is there). Owh yea... About my sister’s junior, they failed to continue because they do not get approval from the other universities that work under the federal government. The other universities do not accept those students UNISEL because UNISEL is under Selangor state government, which is now under Pakatan Rakyat. That is unfair, right? Why on Earth we play political game with education? Can anyone answer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/2955459300348725217-7727560764362036293?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/7727560764362036293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=7727560764362036293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/7727560764362036293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/7727560764362036293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/06/normal-phenomenon.html' title='What we really need......'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SEtVX61dyGI/AAAAAAAAACA/V9DqYMCjjKw/s72-c/blog2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-1634576850418205569</id><published>2008-05-16T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:54:47.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qui M'aime Me Suive</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since the last time I went to the cinema. Finally, last Saturday, I stepped into cinema again. Feel good! (since im a movie lover). Thanx to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Afida&lt;/span&gt;, for organizing this trip. Owh yea btw, we (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;me, Afida, Mirul, Khairul, Ju Anne, Aggie, Kay, Zahra, Cammy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Ezriq&lt;/span&gt;) went to watch a movie entitled &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Qui M'aime Me Suive&lt;/span&gt; at GSC OU. Not to forget our lovely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M. Oliver, Mme. Rocio &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Mme. Melissa&lt;/span&gt; were also enjoyed the movie together with us (its a new experience to watch a movie in the cinema with your teachers tho~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SC4zug6OIRI/AAAAAAAAABg/spauzS-jweM/s1600-h/749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SC4zug6OIRI/AAAAAAAAABg/spauzS-jweM/s320/749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201151493860630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The movie was fun. I love the music. But its kinda contaminating our minds. There were A LOT of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sex scenes&lt;/span&gt;. I repeat, A LOT!!! And it was not a simple sex scene. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Homosexual&lt;/span&gt; was like something common. I do believe the movie is not lying. In fact, that's the real situation in France. Sex is accepted, and approved by every level of the society. But still, free sex is not enough for them. Perhaps to experience something new, having sex with same gender become the new trend. I still remember I screamed "owh shit!!" loudly in the cinema when suddenly a scene of gay kissing with "french" style appeared on the screen. Gosh~ I really cannot accept this. Thank God the screen was covered whenever there were a sex scene. But off course, there must be some of the audience felt frustrated. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sad to say that Islam is the second biggest religion in France. Sad to think about the faith of my Muslim's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;brothers and sisters &lt;/span&gt;in France. They are exposed with this mental attack. They have no choice but to be strong and fight all the mind attack and not be influenced. I agree with Afida. We are grateful to be born in Malaysia and free to practice Islamic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SC45cw6OISI/AAAAAAAAABo/s21gykQ3SeU/s1600-h/ihrc-french-ban-3744-11jan0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SC45cw6OISI/AAAAAAAAABo/s21gykQ3SeU/s320/ihrc-french-ban-3744-11jan0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201157785987719458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It is not impossible for Malaysia to be like France. It is not impossible for Malaysia to abandon hijab in university. Numbers of teenagers involved in free sex increase. Gays are happily enjoy their "exercise", and they even have a special place to meet each other like in club and near the lake. We are slowly approaching the line of Jahiliyyah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are we going to let this happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;Realize that I screamed "owh shit!!" in the cinema? shows that i am also influenced and attacked by our enemy. Astaghfirullah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-1634576850418205569?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/1634576850418205569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=1634576850418205569' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/1634576850418205569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/1634576850418205569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/05/qui-maime-me-suive.html' title='Qui M&apos;aime Me Suive'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SC4zug6OIRI/AAAAAAAAABg/spauzS-jweM/s72-c/749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-3482090040447512227</id><published>2008-05-08T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:35:29.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Token 0F Appreciation</title><content type='html'>When is Teacher's Day celebration? lemme guess.. Was it last Friday, May 2nd? naah~ that was only for the Sri KDUans (sorry, i give a new nick for u guys Sri KDU people...) Again, I escaped school last friday, gave me no memory about Teacher's Day celebration in Sri KDU (I escaped last year too) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about teachers, this might be an interesting topic to be talked about among students. Gosh~ suddenly bitter sweet memories pop up in my mind and there is no anti virus can prevent this pop up. Karspersky!! Norton!! McPhee!! Can u guys invent the software faster?&lt;br /&gt;This pop up virus drove my hand to keep on typing in the keyboard      ---------------&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Jan 2006, register sebagai warga Alam Shah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yusoff Othman&lt;/span&gt; berkhutbah (paling singkat 30 miniy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jimi&lt;/span&gt; Ray ajar masak kat bengkel,&lt;br /&gt;Dengar &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cikgu Delena&lt;/span&gt; terus membebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Jalud&lt;/span&gt; denda lari kat basketball court,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cikgu Samsudin&lt;/span&gt; kantoikan faiz escape rotan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Marzlina&lt;/span&gt;, cikgu pelatih 3 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;Batch Master yang budiman, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ustaz Zul&lt;/span&gt; rotan dengan sopan =)&lt;br /&gt;Berbirat punggung, kene sebat lambat bangun subuh dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Parang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Encik Khalis&lt;/span&gt; bersyarah kat pintu, suruh bangun dari katil.&lt;br /&gt;Tp bila &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;En Ahmad Shah&lt;/span&gt; on duty, rasa senang je nak bangkit dari bantal.&lt;br /&gt;Tertanya2, sape yang x pnah kene cucuk dgn marker &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Puan Masariah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang x pnah kene perli dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Khoo Poh Suan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang sedih, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cik Izatul Hanim &lt;/span&gt;bakal bergelar Puan...&lt;br /&gt;Borak dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Kamsiah&lt;/span&gt; x penah menjemukan.&lt;br /&gt;Rindu nak dengar suara lunak &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Puan Rabita&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;dengar nasihat &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Puan Kuza&lt;/span&gt; sebelum berpidato,&lt;br /&gt;susunan kata &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn. Kamariah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Juga &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;En Anuar Kisham&lt;/span&gt;, MC sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cikgu Azie&lt;/span&gt;, anak patung yang dedikasi.&lt;br /&gt;'Kemasaman' muka &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Norini &lt;/span&gt;berubah senyuman menambat hati.&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa mereka, tiadalah chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cikgu Om&lt;/span&gt; mengajar, budak pakat usyar Faris main basket.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Zaini&lt;/span&gt; pekik, baru budak alert sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cik Yam &lt;/span&gt;dan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kak Wani &lt;/span&gt;mengajar je, sume pakat concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Otai Fizik Malaysia, sape lagi kalo bukan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Norliza&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Thats why main bowling macam champion liga.&lt;br /&gt;Menangis di hari perpisahan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Puan Murizah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Masni &lt;/span&gt;potong jari,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;En Zulkifli &lt;/span&gt;denda duduk bawah pokok palma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Nik Norie &lt;/span&gt;jerit kat budak2 hoki,&lt;br /&gt;budak Band down, gaduh dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Anita&lt;/span&gt; lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Set A x best kalo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Sarminah&lt;/span&gt; merajuk,&lt;br /&gt;Budak Maju plak sronok &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Haslinda&lt;/span&gt; bawak makanan.&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh laa laa!", &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mdme Habibah&lt;/span&gt; menjerit!&lt;br /&gt;Tido je, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;M. Tohit&lt;/span&gt; conteng pakai marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pak Cad&lt;/span&gt; jerit "Angkat Tali!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Wan Azura&lt;/span&gt; selamatkan KH sebulan sebelum PMR.&lt;br /&gt;Konflik SASPutra, tenang je &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Rusilawati&lt;/span&gt; handle.&lt;br /&gt;Gelak tengok &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cikgu Radziah&lt;/span&gt; duduk atas meja guru,&lt;br /&gt;tahan telinga kene perli dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Asiah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Azimah&lt;/span&gt; perli boleh tahan gak, tp membina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mr Jep&lt;/span&gt; macho je lepas kahwin, tp slow down sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Aini Farin&lt;/span&gt; maintain cantik.&lt;br /&gt;Dengar khutbah &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ustaz Khairuddin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Blurr tgk &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ustaz Fakhrurrazi &lt;/span&gt;tetibe pumping,&lt;br /&gt;Bila nak makan roti john &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ustazah Rusuwati&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ustazah Fadzilah &lt;/span&gt;bimbang tak henti2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cik Lin&lt;/span&gt; epy je dalam kelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pak Nol&lt;/span&gt; bagi teori penyangak yang berguna,&lt;br /&gt;"BAIK...!", sume dengar &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;En Nasir&lt;/span&gt; berbicara.&lt;br /&gt;Boo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;En Roslan&lt;/span&gt;, salah sebut SAS jadi SDAR&lt;br /&gt;Berbirat punggung, kene sebat lambat bangun subuh dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Parang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Encik Khalis &lt;/span&gt;bersyarah kat pintu, supaya bangun dari katil.&lt;br /&gt;Tp bila &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;En Ahmad Shah &lt;/span&gt;on duty, rasa senang je nak bangkit dari bantal.&lt;br /&gt;Tetiba &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ustaz Wan &lt;/span&gt;tutup lampu, clear kelas xbg stay up.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly hari selasa, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pn Tamilchelvy&lt;/span&gt; remind semua perkara.&lt;br /&gt;-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who cannot understand the things my hand typed above. Blame the fingers, not the owner! Those small pieces of thoughts are the things I missed. yea... Life back in Alam Shah. I miss it to go back there, learn in the class with beloved brothers (we are not friends... brothers, ayte).. and taught by the best teacher on Earth. Not all teachers name were written above, but the memories and appreciation are buried inside my heart (unfortunately even surgery fail to take it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to find my teachers again. Most of them left SSAS Putrajaya due to several reasons. They are everywhere on Earth. Its kinda impossible to gather everyone back (perhaps it would happen when some fine day I would organize a reunion and call everyone back). I was not a good student back then. Not really close with you all, teachers. But I always love u guys. Without you all, I am just nothing. Forgive me for anything, and do pray for me for everything. I am missing all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sh4JuV5BjVY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sh4JuV5BjVY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montage for our Teacher's Day 2006 back in SAS&lt;br /&gt;*made by Wari the Director&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-3482090040447512227?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/3482090040447512227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=3482090040447512227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3482090040447512227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3482090040447512227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/05/token-0f-appreciation.html' title='Token 0F Appreciation'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-3785588225591494090</id><published>2008-04-14T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:39:20.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an ages since the last time I blogged. After being scolded by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Paoie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Aleen&lt;/span&gt; for causing internet traffic, finally I return to blogging arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KL International Marathon&lt;/span&gt;? Don't be surprise knowing a fat, slow &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@m|eN&lt;/span&gt; participated in marathon! (sound soo like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Alwi the Bragger&lt;/span&gt;). Together with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Speedo Winson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;JonMar the Mythbuster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Reza The Clumsy Little Monkey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jorrel The Lab Seeker&lt;/span&gt;, we together succeed to finish the 10km marathon. It was fun! But I took an hour and 10 minutes to finish the run. Still, I am proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SAORvVSWp0I/AAAAAAAAABA/OzEpddUFrfw/s1600-h/fat-lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SAORvVSWp0I/AAAAAAAAABA/OzEpddUFrfw/s320/fat-lane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189151438014949186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                A lane provided for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Owh yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That morning around 0545, Athan for Subuh Prayers heard from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Masjid Jamek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From Merdeka Square, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; walked to the mosque, hoping that every steps with sincere heart to perform &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ibadah&lt;/span&gt; will be awarded with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pahala. &lt;/span&gt;I was wearing shorts with thights inside whereas Reza wore a shorts that cover his knees. Our clothes were actually fine to be used for prayers and insyaAllah our prayers would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sah. &lt;/span&gt;Still, we hoped to get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kain pelekat &lt;/span&gt;from the mosque. However, it was frustrating when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kain pelekat &lt;/span&gt;was not provided by the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine for us to pray with shorts (as long as we covered our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aurat&lt;/span&gt;). But living in Malaysia, praying like that is strange. And Malaysians hardly accept something unusual even though its not wrong. Come on, Malaysian Muslims. Don't give us that stares! I am a Muslim and I will do my best to do perform my responsibility as a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SAOVQFSWp1I/AAAAAAAAABI/uo5LyKSpQCE/s1600-h/fulltime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SAOVQFSWp1I/AAAAAAAAABI/uo5LyKSpQCE/s320/fulltime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189155299190548306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every incident comes with reason. I am grateful for experiencing this. At least it taught me not to be a typical Malaysian, ayte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-3785588225591494090?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/3785588225591494090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=3785588225591494090' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3785588225591494090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/3785588225591494090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-ages-since-last-time-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/SAORvVSWp0I/AAAAAAAAABA/OzEpddUFrfw/s72-c/fat-lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-2004506374993001176</id><published>2007-11-28T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:25:43.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The plays on the biggest stage</title><content type='html'>Blog is a trend now. Generally everyone has their own blog. Some of us, really telling their daily life to everyone. Some is just gaining money, selling what they can sell thru diz. Neways, im doing diz blog is just to express wut i think n wut i feel inside, since now i can say im an alone ranger, survive on Eartrh alone while those people that I love are living far,far away (its not dat FAR FAR AWAY city on 'THE SHREK'.. omg!! its lame!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately, everywhere, most of the countries on the glob have their interesting story. n it usually happen in every 5 years. Malaysia is one of the country that will face an election. Even though we do not noe when will the government will announce the exact date (eventho they keep repeating that they are ready 4 d election), the Lebanon is still living in an emergency (pity u guys, brothers n sisters of Islam in Lebanon).. well, d most interesting story dat i follow recently is d story written by Bush. Bout Israel, Palestine, and world (since what happen to them will affect our lifestyle, i shud put d word US... do u realise dat? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes.. Last Tuesday, there was a conference between Israel, Palestine and other Arab countries, held at Annapolis. everyone knows dat, ryte? well, its quite lame 2 attend a conference. but it sounds interesting when Iran was not invited. Y? well, d main purpose of the conference was to built a 'joint understanding' between Israel and Palestine. d question ere is, if that is d main purpose, y shud they stop Iran to come? Iran is also one of the Arab country, and they shud be invited to teh conference. The US said dat Iran and Israel are bitter foes and thats d reason y they r not invited. From my POV (its point of view.. sory, i'll be lazy to write longer later), its because Iran is one of the strongest and radical Isramic republic that is affraid by the Israel, America and other western country (remember how they didnt allow Ahmadinejad 2 come to Germany to support his football team during World Cup? ) By inviting Iran to the conference, their ideology and plan will be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are also another Arab country in the conference to be d witness of the conference. But dun forget, they come for their own good. By supporting America, they will probably get their own benefits in terms of economy and politic. During the conference, only Syria and Lebanon spoke up. Syria come to the conference intending to raise its claim to the strategic Golan Heights, seized by Israel in 1967, and Lebanon wanted to talk about its border dispute with Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we realise, Bush just ha 14 months left before leaving his office. This conference was actually held to gain support from the voters, to show how Bush is a real peace lover. After the conference, Bush invited Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas and Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert to the White House. Y is this happen now? y not a years before? In my POV, this is the game played by the Zionist. There is an advert in US, inviting the American to come to Israel to celebrate the victory of the Zionist for the 60th years. Perhaps this is one of the agenda before they really celebrate their victory. hurm... My fren told me that Bush is supposely retire and wont be d next president since he hold the position for 2 terms already. Well, i dun really noe bout diz but if its true... dun u think its gud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i need 2 go. This is what i think and wut i want 2 share wif u guys. Right or wrong? Agree or not? well, this is just an opinion. Based on observation.&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;What happen now will really affect our future. Guys, world now is afraid of the teenagers. Some of the selfish leaders now are afraid of us, the voice of future. Afraid of us seeing the truth behind their plays. Howard was already lose when d teenagers, the youngsters noe they shud stop d war, chosing Rudd to be their new leader (eventho Howard booms Australia's country, that wont change their mind). My frens, lets open our mind. Think of our future. Who would be d next leader if not us? Most of our frens out there are already addicted with d drugs, live peacefully in &lt;em&gt;pusat serenti&lt;/em&gt; and ... huh! its sad to think how they are already &lt;em&gt;rosak&lt;/em&gt; out there. Wake up, guys. wake up... wake up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-2004506374993001176?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/2004506374993001176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=2004506374993001176' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/2004506374993001176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/2004506374993001176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-is-trend-now.html' title='The plays on the biggest stage'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955459300348725217.post-6893404585683331241</id><published>2007-11-23T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:57:16.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and justice are no longer Malaysian way</title><content type='html'>By Michael Backman&lt;br /&gt;The Age&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Government of Australia will probably change hands this weekend. There will be no arrests, no tear gas and no water cannons. The Government of John Howard will leave office, the Opposition will form a government and everyone will accept the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, every Australian can feel justifiably proud. This playing by the rules is what has made Australia rich and a good place in which to invest. It is a country to which people want to migrate; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;not leave&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider Malaysia. The weekend before last, up to 40,000 Malaysians took to the streets in Kuala Lumpur to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;protest peacefully&lt;/span&gt; against &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the judiciary's lack of independence, electoral fraud, corruption and a controlled media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, they were threatened by the Prime Minister, called monkeys by his powerful son-in-law, and blasted with water cannons and tear gas. And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yet the vast majority of Malaysians do not want a change of government&lt;/span&gt;. All they want is for their government to govern better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Malaysia and Australia have a rule of law that's based on the English system. Both started out as colonies of Britain. So why is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Malaysia getting it so wrong now&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's Government hates feedback. Dissent is regarded as dangerous, rather than a product of diversity. And like the wicked witch so ugly that she can't stand mirrors, the Government of Prime Minister Abdullah Badawi controls the media so that it doesn't have to see its own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrations are typically banned. But what every Malaysian should know is that in Britain, Australia and other modern countries, when people wish to demonstrate, the police typically clear the way and make sure no one gets hurt. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The streets belong to the people&lt;/span&gt;. And the police, like the politicians, are their servants. It is not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But increasingly in Malaysia, Malaysians are being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;denied a voice&lt;/span&gt; — especially &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;young people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 15 of Malaysia's Universities and University Colleges Act states that no student shall be a member of or inany manner associate with any society, political party, trade union or any other organisation, body or group ofpeople whatsoever, be it in or outside Malaysia, unless it is approved in advance and in writing by the vice-chancellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor can any student express or do anything that may be construed as expressing support, sympathy or opposition to any political party or union. Breaking this law can lead to a fine, a jail term or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judiciary as a source of independent viewpoints has been squashed. The previous prime minister, Mahathir Mohamad, did many good things for Malaysia, but his firing of the Lord President (chief justice) and two other Supreme Court judges in 1988 was an unmitigated disaster. Since then, what passes for a judiciary in Malaysia has been an utter disgrace and the Government knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, Daim Zainuddin, the country's then powerful finance minister, told me that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;judges in Malaysia were a bunch of idiots&lt;/span&gt;. Of course we want them to be biased, he told me, but not that biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely do government ministers need to telephone a judge and demand this or that verdict because the judges are so in tune with the Government's desires that they automatically do the Government's beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how appalling Malaysia's judiciary has become was made clear in recent weeks with the circulation of a video clip showing a senior lawyer assuring someone by telephone that he will lobby the Government to have him made Lord President of the Supreme Court because he had been loyal to the Government. That someone is believed to have been Ahmad Fairuz Abdul Halim, who did in fact become Lord President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A protest march organised by the Malaysian Bar Council was staged in response to this, and corruption among the judiciary in general. But the mainstream Malaysian media barely covered the march even though up to 2000 Bar Council members were taking part. Reportedly, the Prime Minister's office instructed editors to play down the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a free media, independent judges and open public debate, Malaysians are given stunts — the world's tallest building and most recently, a Malaysian cosmonaut. Essentially, they are given the play things of modernity but not modernity itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many senior Malays are absolutely despairing at the direction of their country today. But with the media tightly controlled they have no way of getting their views out to their fellow countrymen. This means that most Malaysians falsely assume that the Malay elite is unified when it comes to the country's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah, a former finance minister and today still a member of the Government, told me several weeks ago in Kuala Lumpur that he could see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no reason why today Malaysia could not have a completely free media, a completely independent judiciary and that corrupt ministers and other officials should be publicly exposed and humiliated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Tengku Razaleigh, all of the institutions designed to make Malaysia's Government accountable and honest have been dismantled or neutered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't need to be like this. Malaysia is not North Korea or Indonesia. It is something quite different. Its legal system is based on British codes. Coupled with traditional Malay culture, which is one of the world's most hospitable, decent and gentle cultures, Malaysia has the cultural and historical underpinnings to become one of Asia's most civilised, rules-based, successful societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Malaysia's Government is incrementally wasting Malaysia's inheritance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2955459300348725217-6893404585683331241?l=radicalvictim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/feeds/6893404585683331241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2955459300348725217&amp;postID=6893404585683331241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6893404585683331241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955459300348725217/posts/default/6893404585683331241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radicalvictim.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-and-justice-are-no-longer_23.html' title='Truth and justice are no longer Malaysian way'/><author><name>Amin Jamil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01045992276279199787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iM2jFHRlqHc/TNmTuep60VI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6KNWUCEp6tY/S220/tweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
