<?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-36104639</id><updated>2011-12-05T00:46:48.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my world</title><subtitle type='html'>MY BLOG...MY STORIES....JUST READ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5869524124093703295</id><published>2011-08-18T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:45:34.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAILATUL BAZAAR</title><content type='html'>THE BEGINNING &amp;amp;. DURATION&lt;br /&gt;Righhhhttt... Lailatul Bazzar... nights of all nights.. The nights where most if not all the Melayus is waiting for.. heheh... it only comes during the fasting month of Ramadhan...it falls on the first day of Ramadhan and it lassttts till the last day of Ramadhan..operation hours- some shop just doesn't close...others open late afternoon till the next morning... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STuFFS&lt;br /&gt;The month where small &amp;amp; big time busnessman appears... selling all kinda stuffs from nail clippers to cars and houses!!! Yeahhh you read it right CARS &amp;amp; HOUSES..aah not only that... there are alot of glorious food too... just name it from the epok2 (curry puffs, kalipok, karipap-various slangs used by e different races.. but it all point out to the same thing!! heheh ~ multiracial maaa!!!) to the deng deng ( Malay version of the bak kua) to the ayam percek ( Malay version of the grilled chicken) to the what ever rice... u name it.. nasi goreng, nasi briyani, nasi minyak, nasi bukhari, nasi abang long Dil.. heheh the last one i made it up...and all sorts of kuehs....oohh yah you can also get all sorts of drinks there from the hot teh's to the cold and refreshing Bandung and kathirahs.... hauss kappa siakkk!!!! and not forgetting the kathirah dah rosak and masam pun lagi nak jual... mangkuk punya peniaga!!! -sorry abit emotional there!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also find the traditional baju melayu, baju kurung, baju kebaya -feeeewwwiiittttt!!!!!! and also some angry bird t-shirts, spongebob t shirts some underwears and singlets...and ofcourse they sell the samping(Malay version of mini skirt worn by the guys with their baju melayu- hehehhe no ordinary mini skirt I tell u...)and the chapal- (Malay version of the sandal / footwear- to be worn with the baju melayu) and ofcourse the songkok..(headgear worn with the baju melayu-noo it's really funny if u put on ur cap with the baju melayu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BUSINESSMAN/ SELLERS/ CHEATERS!! &lt;br /&gt;You can find alot of these people selling their stuffs there... I know they have to pay rent and all... but please larrr don't mark up the price too much larrr...agak2 laahh skit..One baju kebaya cost until $350.00 that's too much larrr..so they say kain kasarubia lahhh satin larr silk larrr... I say dun bedekkkkkk!!!!! buy, use one time and then keep in the wardrobe... waste money&lt;br /&gt;The most classic stunt they do is to raise the original price first and then reduce it.... konon discount larrr... penipu siakkk otak tuan sadiq siegaraga...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, they are hardworking businessman... u see, they work from dusk till dawn.. they dont go back home to sleep or change clothes,I doubt so they shower... don't believe?? stand close to them and you can smell their 'chanel no 5'... sometimes I pity them... they don't get to fast...they smoke and eat openly... what to do???hungry watt later never eat how to do business??? if die of hunger how??? who's gonna pay the rent??? well I say... it's their own grave...kubur sendiri, sendiri jawab...I guess Mungkar and Nangkir will be glad to do their work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEAK PERIOD &amp;amp; THE CROWD&lt;br /&gt;Well u know the last 10 days is the peak period of selling...prices will slightly drop.. and the hard selling begin.. that is when the bazaar becomes a warfield..where sellers compete with each other... shouting here and there... peluh tercampak campak.yyyuuuckkssss...!!!.bloody stuffy but yet u'll still see alot of people there....all kinds of people.. big ones small ones, fat ones, skinny ones, short And tall ones... the ones who really dress up like going to orchard road... the ones who dress up like baju tak cukup kain... the one like antu... you can find it there also...many colorful people..... and the crowd... OMG OMG!!! not moving... just like the woodlands checkpoint during peak hourss .... bumper to bumper....backflowwww .... push harder push harderrr!!!!  haahahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;The grand finale is the last day of Ramadhan, you want  good price, go to geylang during the last day.... Prices will fall just like the crash at the stock market!! heheh... usually they sell 3 packets of assorted crackers for $10.00, but on the last day last hour 10 packets for $10.00... how's that??? heheheh.... u can also get cheap cheap baju melayu during those last minute shopping... crazzzyyyy !!!!!!hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!! I'm not condemning anyone here... I had my fair share of fun when i was in my mid 20's and always looking forward to the bazaar Ramadhan..just being there... sibuk2 not buying anything, walking from one end to another... dunno what was I doing... what can I say??? the experience there is absolutely priceless...those were the days...if you ask me now whether I want to go to the Bazaar...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to avoid it... thank you very much... I'll go for e Layla tal Qadr instead of the lailatul bazaar.... habahahahahah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5869524124093703295?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5869524124093703295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2011/08/lailatul-bazaar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5869524124093703295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5869524124093703295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2011/08/lailatul-bazaar.html' title='LAILATUL BAZAAR'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5751793109384060981</id><published>2011-08-18T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:57:22.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAILAT AL QADR</title><content type='html'>Laylat al-Qadr (Arabic: لیلة القدر‎)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laylat al-Qadr (Arabic: لیلة القدر‎), the Night of Destiny, Night of Power, Night of Value, the Night of Decree or Night of Measures, is the anniversary of two very important dates in Islam that occurred in the month of Ramadan. It is the anniversary of the night Muslims believe the first verses of the Qur'an were revealed to the Islamic prophet Muhammad.&lt;br /&gt;Muslims often pray extra prayers on this day, particularly the night prayer. They awake, pray, and hope God will give them anything they may desire on this night. Mostly, they perform tilawah (reading the Qur'an).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can afford to devote their time in the remembrance of God stay in the mosque for the final ten days of Ramadan. This worship is called Iʿtikāf (retreat). They observe fast during the day and occupy themselves with the remembrance of God, performing voluntary prayers and studying the Qur'an, day and night, apart from the obligatory prayers which they perform with the congregation. Food and other necessities of life are provided for them during their stay in the mosque. Devoting time to remember God, Muslims also hope to receive divine favors and blessings connected with the blessed night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laylat al-Qadr is to be found in the last ten odd nights of Ramadan. There is no history in the Qur'an as to when the specific date is.Therefore in all the Islamic countries, the Laylat al-Qadar is found to be on the 21st, 23rd, 25th, 27th and 29th night of Ramadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have indeed revealed this (Message) in the Night of Power:&lt;br /&gt;And what will explain to thee what the night of power is?&lt;br /&gt;The Night of Power is better than a thousand months.&lt;br /&gt;Therein come down the angels and the Spirit by Allah's permission, on every errand:&lt;br /&gt;Peace!...This until the rise of morn!&lt;br /&gt;—Sura 97 (Al-Qadr), āyāt 1-5[3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verses above regard the Night as better than one thousand months. The whole month of Ramadan is a period of spiritual training wherein believers devote much of their time to fasting, praying, reciting the Qur'an, remembering God, and giving charity. However because of the revealed importance of this night, Muslims strive[give more effort] harder in the last ten days of Ramadan since the Laylat al-Qadr could be one of the odd-numbered days in these last ten (the first, third, fifth, seventh or ninth). Normally, some Muslims from each community would perform an Iʿtikāf in the mosque: they remain in the mosque for the last ten days of the month for prayers and recitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5751793109384060981?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5751793109384060981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2011/08/lailat-al-qadr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5751793109384060981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5751793109384060981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2011/08/lailat-al-qadr.html' title='LAILAT AL QADR'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-9003701869948651170</id><published>2011-08-17T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:36:02.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK !!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Testing the new system....see whether it works.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-9003701869948651170?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/9003701869948651170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/9003701869948651170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/9003701869948651170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK !!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-6218767050304154454</id><published>2007-06-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:57:08.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK MAGIC</title><content type='html'>Got this from an e-mail...its long winded...but useful...read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sihir ni perbuatan jin dan syaitan, dan daripada manusia yang mahu&lt;br /&gt;merosakkan orang lain sbb dengki, sakit hati, cemburu etc. Manusia ni&lt;br /&gt;pegi kat tukang sihir or what we know as bomoh or pawang. Tukang sihir&lt;br /&gt;ni guna khidmat jin dan syaitan provided that tukang sihir ni buat&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu balik untuk jin/syaitan ni.  Contohnya, jin/syaitan ni suruh&lt;br /&gt;tukang sihir ni kencing pada Al_Quran, baru dia mahu berkhidmat dengan&lt;br /&gt;tukang sihir ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana kita tahu orang yang kita ‘minta tolong’ tu adalah tukan g&lt;br /&gt;sihir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bomoh ni akan minta things like gambar, songkok, kain pelekat/kain&lt;br /&gt;batik, asam limau, telur, and also your birthdate. 2.  Bomoh ni akan&lt;br /&gt;minta binatang ‘pelik’ like ayam hitam ke, kambing putih ke etc 3.  They&lt;br /&gt;read Quran in a funny way, very fast and unclear.  Sebenarnya mereka&lt;br /&gt;mencampuradukkan/menterbalikkan ayat-ayat Al-Quran dan masukkan nama&lt;br /&gt;jin/syaitan di antara ayat-ayat yang dibaca tu. 4.  They are dirty, kuku&lt;br /&gt;kotor, pakaian bau busuk.  Do not reflect as orang yang mengamalkan&lt;br /&gt;Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akibat orang cari tukang sihir - telah kufur kepada Rasulullah.  Sbb&lt;br /&gt;cara ini menunjukkan you believe there are people who knows ghaib and&lt;br /&gt;that is HARAM!  Even Rasulullah has said that cuma Allah saja yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;tentang ilmu ghaib, not even him yang ada ilmu tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana kita tahu kena sihir?&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cannot sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;2.  Suka ketawa sendiri&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tak suka mandi&lt;br /&gt;4.  Suka makan banyak.  Actually makan for two - sendiri + jin!! 5.&lt;br /&gt;Suka duduk dalam bilik air lama-lama. 6.  Able to speak in different&lt;br /&gt;language secara tiba-tiba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana Hendak Mencegah Sihir?&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bacalah 3x selepas solat subuh dan 3x selepas maghrib - read loudly,&lt;br /&gt;not in heart! “Maasyaa Allahukaana wamaalam yasyaklam yakun Walaa&lt;br /&gt;haulawala quwata illabillahi ‘aliiyil ‘azhiim”&lt;br /&gt;Maksudnya:  Apa yang Tuhan kehendaki akan berlaku.  Apa yang Tuhan tidak&lt;br /&gt;restui tidak akan berlaku.  Tidak ada upaya melainkan kehendak Allah.&lt;br /&gt;- Bacalah secara lafaz, jangan baca di hati&lt;br /&gt;- Agar jin/syaitan lari dari rumah kita.&amp;n bsp; Imagine rumah yang tiada&lt;br /&gt;syaitan dan jin, tiada perasaan marah, takdelah asyik nak gaduh sesama&lt;br /&gt;ahli keluarga betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes when you have a bad fall, or when your kids suddenly fall,&lt;br /&gt;don’t just laugh it off.  Cepat-cepat baca 3 Qul dan ayat di atas dan&lt;br /&gt;gosok badan. Jin tak akan masuk dalam badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Turut perintah Allah.&lt;br /&gt;- Antaranya:  Mandi hadas besar as soon as haid kering.  Do not wait&lt;br /&gt;after 1 day baru nak mandi hadas.  Sometimes kita suka melengahkan mandi&lt;br /&gt;hadas ni. Same goes to junub.  Kita dikelilingi syaitan!  Don’t prepare&lt;br /&gt;breakfast dalam keadaan junub!  Bahaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lebihkan zikir.&lt;br /&gt;- Ayatul Kursi - mengiringi tiap waktu solat fardhu&lt;br /&gt;- Surah Al Baqarah - baca di rumah 1 hari, 3 hari syaitan tak masuk&lt;br /&gt;rumah. Baca sebagai wirid harian ayat 285 yang berm ula dari&lt;br /&gt;“Aamanarasul..”&lt;br /&gt;- Doa Rasulullah untuk tiap perbuatan seperti doa masuk tandas, keluar&lt;br /&gt;tandas, menghadap cermin, doa makan etc. Note! Tempat syaitan rehat is&lt;br /&gt;the lubang najis.  Jangan duduk lama di situ.  Dah habis ‘bisnes’ keluar&lt;br /&gt;la.. ubah tabiat suka baca suratkhabar or majalah dalam jamban!  Also,&lt;br /&gt;do not sing in tandas!  Jin can also attack thru mirror.  Oleh itu&lt;br /&gt;protect yourself by reciting the doa menghadap cermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Jangan bagi anak-anak keluar waktu maghrib.  Jin dan syaitan byk di&lt;br /&gt;taman-taman, halaman rumah, padang.  So, always know where your kids are&lt;br /&gt;bila masuk waktu maghrib. Kita suka buang sampah waktu maghrib.  Time to&lt;br /&gt;change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Seelok-eloknya ada tamar di rumah, especially tamar dari Mekah or&lt;br /&gt;Madinah.  Jin dan syaitan tak suka tamar dari Mekah dan Madinah. -&lt;br /&gt;Makan 7 biji tamar Ajwa atau tamar dari Madinah tiap pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Tiap malam sebelum tidur dan tiap pagi baca 3 Qul, tiup ke tangan&lt;br /&gt;dan sapu seluruh tubuh. Boleh baca dan niatkan sebagai zikir bila datang&lt;br /&gt;haid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sebaik-baiknya usaha untuk mencari tempat sihir dan buangnya.  Ayat&lt;br /&gt;khas untuk mencari tempat sihir - surah Al-Kauthar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Muhasabah diri, bertaubat dan banyak beristighfar.  Gangguan might&lt;br /&gt;be from your own doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencegah dan Berubat Orang kena Sihir.&lt;br /&gt;Letakkan tangan di tempat yang sakit di tubuh dan baca: Bismillaahi (3x)&lt;br /&gt;A ‘uudzu bi ‘iizzatillaahi waqudrotihi min syarrimaa ajidu wa uhaadziru&lt;br /&gt;Ertinya:  Dengan menyebut nama Allah. Saya berlindung dengan kekuasaan&lt;br /&gt;Allah dan ketentuanNya dari kejahatan sakit  yang saya rasakan dan saya&lt;br /&gt;khuatirkan. Bacalah ayat di atas 7 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian baca doa:&lt;br /&gt;Allahumma robbannaasi adzhibil baksa. Isyfi antasysyaafii laasyaifaa-a&lt;br /&gt;illaa syifaa uka. Syifaa-an laa yughaadiru saqomaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ertinya: Ya Allah, Tuhan manusia, lenyapkankanlah penyakit ini.&lt;br /&gt;Sembuhkanlah, Engkau jualah Tuhan yang menyembuhkan penyakit yang tiada&lt;br /&gt;kesembuhan melainkan kesembuhanMu. Dengan kesembuhan yang tiada ditambah&lt;br /&gt;penyakit lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating Orang ya ng Kena Sihir&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ambil 7 helai daun bidara (daun ini diguna buat mandi mayat- jin&lt;br /&gt;takut daun bidara!), dan ditumbuk atau digiling is most prefered.  It is&lt;br /&gt;a symbolic action to hancurkan perbuatan jin. Sambil giling daun-daun&lt;br /&gt;bidara ini, baca:&lt;br /&gt;- Ayatul Kursi&lt;br /&gt;- Al-Kafirun ( Qulya ayyuhal kafiruun..)&lt;br /&gt;- Qul ~ Ahad&lt;br /&gt;- Qul ~ Falaq&lt;br /&gt;- Qul ~ Naas&lt;br /&gt;- Surah Yunus ayat 81&lt;br /&gt;- Surah A’Raf ayat 120-121&lt;br /&gt;- Surah Thaahaa ayat 69 mulai ” Wala yuflinu…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Campurkan daun yang telah digiling tadi dalam baldi yang dipenuhi&lt;br /&gt;air yang boleh diminum. 3.  Ambil 3 sudu air tadi untuk beri pesakit&lt;br /&gt;minum. 4.  Selebihnya dibuat mandi.  Do it masa masuk waktu maghrib. 5.&lt;br /&gt;Ulangi selama 41 hari.  Buat 41 hari berturut-turut lagi bagus.  Tapi&lt;br /&gt;kalau nak selang sehari dua baru ulang pun boleh gak tapi jangan sampai&lt;br /&gt;seminggu gap…tak menjadilah!  Kalau tak sembuh juga, ulangi 41 hari&lt;br /&gt;lagi (could be a strong sihir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another method is the ‘dry way’.  That is, tak payah mandi, but baca&lt;br /&gt;terus pada pesakit sambil sapu kepala dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, Wallahu a’lam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-6218767050304154454?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/6218767050304154454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6218767050304154454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6218767050304154454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-magic.html' title='BLACK MAGIC'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5120451162277930616</id><published>2007-06-21T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:51:18.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINYAK PONTIANAK</title><content type='html'>Issshhhh...beeen very busy lately....but somehow...there's something i have been thinking of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of minyak pontianak..??Ahhh before i start, mintak maaf lahhh mak andam mak andam semuerr...bukan nak mengkritik...cumerr bincang and musykil ajerr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betul ke mak andam2 zaman dulu menggunakan/mengambil seri pengantin untuk melaris kan bisnes nya? Camner pulak dgn mak andam moden skarang? Apakah mereka ada mengamalkan cara2 mak andam dulu? Betul ker mak andam menggunakan minyak untuk mecalit kening pengantin demi menaikkan lagi seri pengantin? Ada pulak kata minyak tu di ambil dari "pontianak"? Ish camner pulak dia interaksi dgn pontianak eh???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camnerr dierr panggil pontianak tu..?? takkan pakai tepon kan..?? dulu manerr aderr tepon...nak sms pon tak bleh perrr...Pernah gak aku dengar aderr mak andam bleh tahu whether the pengantin is still dara or not by cutting the anak rambut or something like that..and put it in a basin of water...??? Cam aderr magik gitu...terror betul mak andam tu..kekekkeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But minyak dari pontianak...let's say lahh memang dierr seru tu pontianak...then how the hell did the pontianak kasi minyak kat mak andam tu..?? manerr minyak tu datang..??? perah kerr..?? kalau perah, perah dari manerr nyerr part of the body of the pontianak..?? dierr nyerr ding dong kerr..??? Mengikut lagenda...(steady lahhh)kekekke pontianak tarak ding dong..pasal ding dong dorang kat blakang...mengikut lagenda larr tu...betul kerr tak, aku tak tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aderr plak mak andam aku tgk, lepas make up kan pengantin,mukerr pengantin tu aderr iras-iras mukerr mak andam tu...hmmmmm...aderr plak mak andam lagi seri dari pengantin...have you guys notice before..?? Kalau tak caya, lain kali korang gi jemputan, korang pratikan pengantin, dahtu pratikan mak andam lak...kekekkekek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5120451162277930616?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5120451162277930616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/06/minyak-pontianak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5120451162277930616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5120451162277930616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/06/minyak-pontianak.html' title='MINYAK PONTIANAK'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5627116511332688810</id><published>2007-06-05T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:16:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'MATI' HIDUP BALIK</title><content type='html'>Heard this story from someone,,,Can’t remember who…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sekumpulan  pakcik2 yang suka lepak kat kedai kopi,,,,biasa lahhh dorang buat cam port dorang, minum arak,judi,…and all sorts of things larrr….Dorang pun kaki batam gak lahhh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari nie, dating seorang ustaz …Ustaz tu nasihat kan mereka and somehow,invite them to listen to a syarahan…The syarahan is about jenazah..mandi mayat, cara untuk kafan kan mayat..that sort of thing lahhh…So after the syarahan, the ustaz ingin dipraktikan supaya lebih difahami…he then ask for a volunteer so he can show them how it is done lahh..like mandi kan and all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takder satu orang pun yang volunteer…So the leader of the group volunteer larrr…So this leader kononnyerr dijadikan mayat..and dimandikan ( really dimandikan) and also really dikafankan …after all that, they did a sembahyang jenazah…then dorang pun bawak dis ‘jenazah’ ke tanah perkuburan….Bilerr dah sampai tempat perkuburan itu, this ‘jenazah ‘ is laid down lahh di dalam kubur and after dimerengkan to the side dorang tutup lahh dengan papan carton …like a real jenazah…after that the ustaz baca talkin…Belum abis ustaz tu baca talking, that ‘jenazah’ trus lompat kluar dari kubur and fainted…so they brought him home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok nyerr waktu subuh, the leader yang pengsan tu azan menandakan waktu subuh….so after dorang solat berjamaah, the leader ask to speak to them..and he told them…wahai rakan rakan ku insaflahhh…..percayalah..mati itu benar dan alam kubur itu benar….lalu dia terhenti dan menangis…the rest of the group members tercengang ask him what happened that made him jump out from the kubur….so dia cakap Selepas di masukkan ke kubur and di tutup dgn papan karton, dia terdengar bunyi yang sangat kuat seperti orang mengoyak ngoyak kan tanah dengan suara yang sangat garau menuju kea rah dia…Mungkin kah itu malaikat mungkar nangkir yang dating??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu yang membuatkan dia takut lalu melonjat kluar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu membuat dia insaf, bahawa alam kubur tu benar……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5627116511332688810?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5627116511332688810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/06/mati-hidup-balik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5627116511332688810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5627116511332688810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/06/mati-hidup-balik.html' title='&apos;MATI&apos; HIDUP BALIK'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-3777461709118909537</id><published>2007-05-23T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T02:27:31.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANTU TETEK??</title><content type='html'>Pernah tak korang dengar pasal hantu tetek? Kalau korang as old as aku, korang mesti pernah dengar pasal antu nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut sumber-sumber yang bleh dipercayai 50% antu nie suka semunyikan budak-budak yang suka bermain semunyik2 waktu maghrib...and also, antu nie plak jenis antu pompuan,rambut sampai kat pinggang, warna rambut cam grey grey gitu and tetek dierr sampai kat paras lutut...camnerr aku tau..?? like i said lahh dari sumber-sumber yang bleh dipercayai 50% jerr...and No...aku tak pernah nampak nie antu...cumerr pernah kene gertak ngan mak aku jerr pasal main semunyik2 ngan sepupu aku time maghrib dulu...kekekekke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau menurut sumber-sumber yang bleh dipercayai, dis antu tetek is actually a male jinn...who likes to 'hide' people, actually dierr tak semunyikkan larrr...dierr cumerr kaburkan mata mangsa dierr jerrr...and the result..?? mangsa dierr ter pusing pusing lahh carik jalan kluarrr....until someone jumperr mangsa tu...pasal tetek tu aku tak tahu...camnerr and apsal orang namakan nie antu tetek pun aku tak tahu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin Anna Nicole Smith tu aderr chance jadik antu tetek...kekekkeke modern nyerr beb...kalau dierr jadik,confirm banyak lelaki nak jumpa antu tetek....kekekkee not me...im not a fan of big teteks...kekekekke yang sedang sedang tu dah kira ok ah tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pasal kene kabur mata nie....aku pernah experience it...time reservist last 3 yrs...kat mandai situ...kita tgh training ah time tu...was divided to 8 groups by which satu group aderr 7 orang....the training tu senang you have to go from point A to point B jer...dah berkali-kali kiterr pegi tu area...so kita dah taulah jalan-jalan and selok belok jalan kat situ...tapi oleh sebab aku nyerr group nie aderrlah satu nyerr champion...instead of getting from point A to point B in 1 hour, kiter disesatkan sampai3 jam ...dats right 3 hours....lengit siakkk...itu pun lepas aku terperasan bila group aku dah pass by satu pokok besar nie sebanyak 12 kali....fuuuhhhh seram sejuk  kiter semuerrr...tu champion plak dah start mengigil...padan mukerr setan tu....bilerr time baru nak move off, aku bukak map and check compass...dierr cakap aperr tau...oiiittt dah berkali-kali datang sini,training kat sini pun ko nak paki map kerrr...buang masa jerrr...korang semuerr ikut aku ahhh...tutup mata pun aku bleh bawak korang pegi checkpoint B ahhh...punyerrlahhh yaya dierr berbual....and true enuff, kita disesatkan....and the best part, handphone pun tak leh pakai...kiterr aderr bawak signal set, itu pun tak leh pakai...how do we get out..??? we could only get out lepas si champion tu mintak maaf...dierr cakap....aku janji aku tak cakap besar lagi....after dat trus hand phone kiterr bunyik...otherr platoon mates call and look for us..even the signal set dah bleh start bunyik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are instructed not to move and i tell the officer in charge our location...and guess wat..??? less than 10 mins, we were found...scary...menurut officer aku, dorang did a search and rescue for the past 2 hours for us and dorang dah lalu tempat yg kiterr stay tu lebih dari 12 kali...and dorang tak nampak kita .....Dat was one hell of an experience....kekekekkekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm susah nak caya kan..??? Well, by the way pernah tak korang terfikir camnerr nie antu semuerr dapat namerr dorang..??? cam antu pontianak...pocong..hantu galah...hantu tetek...hantu buah...hantu raya...etc etc...etc....kan cam tak baik kan gitu...tak tau nama betul dorang main panggil sembarang jerr....mungkin si antu tetek tu namerr dierr Samad kerr, Pamela kerr, Siput kerr...susah2 mak bapak antu tu kasi dierr namerr korang main panggil dierr antu tetek lakkk...kalau namerr dierr atu tetek, den bapak dierr bapak tetek and mak tetek larrr....issshhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 'dorang' time 'visiting' atau kacau korang sopan skit....dorang panggil namerr korang....tak lah dorang panggil 'Jongaaaannnnnnnggggggg....jongangggggggggg....aku datanggggggggggg....." kekekkekekekek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-3777461709118909537?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/3777461709118909537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/hantu-tetek.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/3777461709118909537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/3777461709118909537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/hantu-tetek.html' title='HANTU TETEK??'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-8426604402118271506</id><published>2007-05-22T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T01:52:37.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NS STINCT</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh…I’m backkk…errr sorry ehh…was busy for the last 3 weeks or so…ok I got some stories to tell you guys…so read on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang tahu tak time aku dulu tengah serve national service, aku pernah dikacau, pernah ternampak makhluk ghaib, but…aku cam tak caya…dun believe it arrr…it seems to good to be true…ok, I’ll tell you about the time aku kene kacau….ishhh…up to you to believe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was first day in camp…baru kene enlist…blur skejap member….biasa lah kan…recruit..no rank dahtu kene maki nearly everytime dengan ssaperr..?? dengan sergeant and officers…yelahhh…they want to show who’s boss…kekekkee &lt;br /&gt;As usual, every recruit will feel demorolised when he is being shouted at, being punished for things that he did not do and there are a lot of others stuff…So on the first day itself, I can’t really remember the amount of push up that we had to do…I have a feeling its more than 500 push up…until the muscle on your arm sore and that will cause you to have difficulty in lifting up your hands….thinking back its funny….&lt;br /&gt;We were so tired that I only wish that the day will end soon and of courselahh…I pun nak tido ….somehow,…I did heard ghost stories about army camps before but I never take it seriously and always brush it aside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bila tengah tido tu…agak2 dalam 2 lebih pagi aku pun terbukak mata….alangkah terkejutnya aku bila aku ternampak satu lembaga berjubah putih.rambut panjang warna silver gitu…berdiri tercegat kat tepi katil aku…belum sempat aku buat aper aper, dia pun strangle aku…issshhhh I tell you . I was damn scared….betul betul takut….i was grasping for air…somehow, I manged to recite the ayatul kursi, and the thing just disappeared…I tell you….i couldn’t sleep after that…I tried to brush off that incident but I know it wasn’t a dream…the next day, I called my parents and told them to bawak surah yasin when they come to visit me during parent visiting day…after that day onwards, I make sure seblum tido, I baca ayat2 yang patut dibaca…even until now, I still can remember clearly the ‘special appearance’ by kak ponti ponti on my first day in an army camp…sounds strange…but its true…I just kept that to myself until I found out that 6 others of my platoon mates actually got the same visit…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I was in my 2nd year in the army…well we were on a field trip for a week. So when we got back to camp, it was late at night. It was around 11+ I think..everyone was tired…well as usual, once we got up to our bunk, some of my platoon mates sleep straight away, we were very very tired…I was quite surprised that some of them didn’t even bother to wash their faces…oh we had our face painted you know to act ‘garang’ kekekkeke…well for me and some of my friends, we went to the toilet and clean ourself….i was too tired to shower, so, me and my buddy just wash our face with the facial foam…I was looking at the mirror and applying on the facial foam, nothing happened, so after I wash the foam off my face, I look at the mirror and what do I see..??? my reflection in the mirror is still washing ‘his’ face…and I look at my buddy, his reflection is doing the same thing…. We both stand there staring at the mirror, until we see the reflection looking at us back…SMILING…we freak out…left the facial wash, toothbrush and ran out of the toilet….i was shaking all over…couldn’t sleep..my friend too couldn’t sleep…I told my mum when I got back home…my mum couldn’t believe it nor do i..Well until now, I can’t explain it…maybe you can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you people who likes to sit infront of the mirror…just be careful…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-8426604402118271506?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/8426604402118271506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/ns-stinct.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8426604402118271506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8426604402118271506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/ns-stinct.html' title='NS STINCT'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-8461310893741778445</id><published>2007-05-06T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:14:44.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECENT INCIDENTS</title><content type='html'>Here’s a recent incident that just happen recently…2 happenings in 1 day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCIDENT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened last Saturday 12th May 2007. As per usual went to work, had my first appointment with my client at 10:30 am, place…Circuit Rd..3 room flat. Well everything went fine except I felt creepy when I first entered the house…I ask the makcik “ cik dah brapa lama rumah nie kosong?” she says 3 years…well if you look at the condition of the house, its damn…how should I say…scary..? and it is also dirty ( dusty that sort of thing ).. It has broken windows and so on…To my knowledge, rumah yang dah lamer takder penghuni, mungkin aderr makhluk lain yg dah duduk dalam…but…I don’t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way I am an interior designer by profession just in case you might ask…So we went straight to the kitchen and the makcik told me what she want there, the kitchen toilet, then when we passed the first room closest to the kitchen, there you have it, I saw a figure, sitting on the mattress, facing the wall. What did I do..?? I just ignored and just resume my work…(Not trying to be brave or whatsoever…Hey!! Im here to do my work O.K!!) Just as I passed the second room, the makcik quickly pull me to the main gate and told me..” nanti kita datang lagi lahh…” I ask why? She said…” awak ader perasan tak aderr lembaga duduk kat tilam tadi kat bilik belakang?” I said “ya aderr..tapi nie kan rumah makcik…InsyaAllah takderr aper aperr cik…janji dia tak kacau sudah…nanti cik panggil orang semah rumah nie larr…” &lt;br /&gt;The makcik felt uneasy…but I just told her to stand aside and just tell me what she wants for the 2 rooms and I’ll do the measurements…she don’t need to follow..when I went back there, the thing had gone away…Berdebar jugak hati ….seram sejuk…Tapi cekal kan hati jerr…I just recite the ayatul kursyi…berulang kali until I finish my measurement…I found out that the makcik is not in the house anymore but she’s outside waiting for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the makcik is a little bit shaken…as when she pass me the keys to lock up back, she was shaking…I told her…”dah lah cik…takderr aper- aperr lah…nanti cik panggil orang suruh semah ok.” I told her that we will meet again maybe this weekend at this place to discuss on the price and design..She just say ok and left quietly….&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me whether it’s real or not, I dunno what to answer you….if I was alone that day, I might just brush it aside saying its just an illusion or my eye is playing tricks on me…but the makcik …well I dunno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCIDENT 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night itself, when we were about to sleep, my damn phone rang. Seeing that it is already 2230hrs, I just ignore it…It rang for a second time, and what I did was to off my phone immediately…why? Because I need a break and my 2 young boys are sleeping with us …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, exactly 0000hrs, my phone alarm went off…I quickly disabled the alarm as I was disabling it, I remember that I did switch off my phone than how the hell did the alarm trigger..??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain…maybe u can..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-8461310893741778445?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/8461310893741778445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/recent-incidents.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8461310893741778445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8461310893741778445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/recent-incidents.html' title='RECENT INCIDENTS'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5150891523327006939</id><published>2007-05-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:04:34.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFEATING GHOSTS</title><content type='html'>"Artikel ni didapati dari emel forward. artikel ni adalah mengenai tips mengenai cara-cara mengawal hantu. katanya artikel ini diperolehi dari sumber-sumber lisan dari pihak-pihak yang boleh dipercayai. ia hanyalah sebagai panduan sahaja…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Pocong&lt;br /&gt;Hantu yang berbungkus macam lepat pisang baru masak ni memang mudah cari kelemahannya. Kita hanya perlu bukak tali pengikat di atas kepalanya dan tarik kain balutannya. Sudah tentu dia akan berasa malu rana dia tidak pakai apa apa pun, selain kain kapan pembungkusnya tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Langsuir&lt;br /&gt;Dia ni suka pandang muka kita, jadi beranikan diri anda tenung balik muka dia sambil jelir-jelir lidah. Kalau tak pun tunjuk cermin muka kat dia, pasti dia tersipu-sipu malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Pontianak&lt;br /&gt;Hantu yang suka ketawa. Kalau terserempak dengan dia, kita pun mestilah ketawa sama. Kalau boleh kita cuba mengilai lebih kuat dari dia, tentu dia boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Raya&lt;br /&gt;Hantu ni suka beraya dan suka menyamar jadi tuan dia. Cara mengalahkannya senang saja, sambutlah hari raya tiap kali jumpa dia, bagi duit raya, ajak main meriam buluh, suruhkacau dodol atau jaga lemang. Tentu dia tak kacau kita sebab banyak kerja dan aktiviti lain dia nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Galah&lt;br /&gt;Hantu ni la yang paling tinggi di muka bumi. Kalau terjumpa dia, kita hendaklah meniarap. Pasti dia tak perasan kita ada disitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Jerangkung&lt;br /&gt;Dia ni ada kulit tapi nipis. Tinggal rangka saja, dan paling mudah untuk menewaskannya. Kita hanya perlu tunjal dahinya dengan telunjuk dan lihat gerak-gerinya mengimbangi badan untuk berdiri tegak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Toyol&lt;br /&gt;Lagi senang kalau nak kalahkan dia, bagi duit satu sen berguni-guni…nanti dia ingat duit emas, lepas tu dia pikul bawak balik bagi tuannya…lepas tu sah-sah lah dapat penampar jepun dari tuannya kerana mana nak tukar duit satu sen banyak-banyak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu Ponteng&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni payah sikit nak cakap sebab, hantu-hantu ni cam korang lerrr. Takder kerja lain asyik ponteng kerja ngan kelas jer, lepaih tu nengok e-mail, macam sekarang nih. Sah-sah tengah ponteng nie. Macamana nak jawab…korang sendiri gak jadik hantu…jadi bawak-bawaklah buat kerja…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEPAS BACE NIE DAH TAK YAH TAKUT2 NGAN HANTU. TAKUT PADA DIRI SENDIRI SEBAB KADANG2 DIRI SENDIRI LEBIH MENYERAMKAN DARIPADA HANTU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5150891523327006939?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5150891523327006939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/defeating-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5150891523327006939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5150891523327006939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/05/defeating-ghosts.html' title='DEFEATING GHOSTS'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-8171968504120523273</id><published>2007-04-27T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:45:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESERACH STUDY- TOYOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOYOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Toyol or Tuyul is a mythical spirit in the Malay mythology of South-East Asia (notably Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore). It is a small child spirit invoked by a bomoh (Malay witch doctor) from a dead human foetus using black magic. It is possible to buy a toyol from such a bomoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that toyol has its origins from Mecca near the Kaaba (the belief refers to the Pre-Islamic Era where the Arabs used to killed their children and buried them all around Mecca. The Chinese name for the toyol is gu- zai (literally "ghost child"). The corresponding term in the Hokkien dialect is kwee kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who owns a toyol uses it mainly to steal things from other people, or to do mischief. According to a well-known superstition, if money or jewellery keeps disappearing mysteriously from your house, a toyol might be responsible. One way to ward off a toyol is to place some needles under your money, for toyols are afraid of being hurt by needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appearance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People normally associate the appearance of a toyol with that of a small baby, frequently that of a newly born baby walking in nakedness with a big head, small hands, clouded eyes and usually greyed skin. More accurately, it resembles a goblin. It can be seen by the naked eye without the use of magic, though they are unlikely to be spotted casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Invoking_a_Toyol"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invoking a Toyol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keeping a toyol has its price. In essence, the spirit is that of a still-born (or aborted) child, and its temperament reflects this.&lt;br /&gt;According to most Asian practices and beliefs, the afterlife of a person is taken care of by the family, in the form of a tablet. It is usually made of wood, with the name of the deceased engraved. A collection of tablets at an elaborate family altar is a typical item in a large (and often wealthy) family. Following the same principle, the master of the toyol keeps its tablet and cares for it. He must feed it with a few drops of his blood everyday, usually through his thumb or big toe. In addition, it requires certain coaxing and attention, along with offerings. Such offerings might include candy and toys, for the toyol is essentially a child and must be kept happily entertained. According to other stories, a toyol must be fed with blood from a rooster.( Remember the story toyol? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Tasks"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In old village tales, people keep toyols for selfish but petty gains. They use such spirits for theft, sabotage and other minor crimes. Serious crimes, like murder, are usually beyond the capability of these toyols. A person who suddenly becomes wealthy without explanation might be suspected of keeping a toyol. The toyol is kept in a jar or an urn, and hidden away in a dark place until needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens at the end of the "contract" is not very clear. It could be that the tablet, along with the urn, is buried in a graveyard (with the relevant rituals), and the spirit is then laid to rest. An alternative method is to dispose them in the sea. Or else, a toyol gets passed down in a family through the generations. This seems to suggest that once you obtain a toyol, not only are you stuck with it for the rest of your life, but all your descendants will also be condemned to own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although seemingly cunning, toyols are supposedly not very intelligent. It is said that they are easily deceived by marbles, crabs and sand and strands of garlic hanging on the door post or placed on certain parts of the house. The toyol will start playing with these items until it forgets its task at the intended victim's house. Money placed under mirrors has the potentcy to ward off toyols due to a phobia of their reflections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-8171968504120523273?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/8171968504120523273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/reserach-study-toyol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8171968504120523273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8171968504120523273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/reserach-study-toyol.html' title='RESERACH STUDY- TOYOL'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-6896458223676304603</id><published>2007-04-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:33:10.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDMA'S TALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grandma told me this…happened 50 yrs back….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, last time,people tend to stay in a long house ( rumah setinggan) like the one in P.Ramlee’s film, seniman bujang lapok…my grandma stays in that kind of house….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was busy packing her stuff as she is preparing to move house and as per normal, the neighbours there will help carry her stuffs and load it on a lorry. Well as you can guess, lot’s of people coming in and out of her room when she noticed that there is this ‘little boy’, naked, running in and out of her room as well.&lt;br /&gt;She thought it was one of the kampong kids playing..buat sibuk sbiuk jerr…but this ‘kid’ was running in and out carrying her valuable stuff. The thing here is my grandma stash her valuables in places where only her herself knows it…She was quite puzzled when this ‘kid’ ran in again and was looking around for something and went to the place where she kept her jewellery…so she said “hei.. kau anak siapa? Aperr nie lari lari kat sini? Apasal tak pakai baju?...this ‘kid’ was shocked, turn around and faced my grandma ..only then my grandma realized that it was a toyol..she told me that it had big eyes, razor sharp teeth and the skin color is like a human…not green as seen in the movies…Apalagi…my grandma capai penyapu lidi and nak perembat that ‘kid’…but…that kid is fast…before she knows it…it was gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she lost about $1000.00 and some jewellery…In those days, it was a lot of money…She regret that she didn’t keep the money in the bank…no one to be blamed here..it was her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I didn’t believe at first…but when I just moved in to Yishun, 20 years back, the residence in my block kept losing money…they suspected toyol, reason ..this thing doesn’t take all the money but will leave a little for the homeowner …don’t ask me to fathom the mind of a toyol..i myself dunno why…moreover, some of the victims had a glace of this thing . So the residence, headed by an ustaz there decide to capture this thing…I was too young to follow that time..so my dad told me that they tied a flower crab infront of a house they suspect the toyol will ‘attack’ and when the toyol sees this crab, it will play with it forgetting the task ordered by his master..well its not that easy…they tried a couple of times before they managed to get hold of this thing…Once captured, they question the toyol and the master is revealed…The master stays a few level on top of me..My dad didn’t tell me who, but I can roughly guess who he is.. A few weeks later,he moved house maybe because of shame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said,I didn’t witness all this action…so to me its just a tale…but they say it is true….well, I dunno…you be the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-6896458223676304603?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/6896458223676304603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/grandmas-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6896458223676304603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6896458223676304603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/grandmas-tale.html' title='GRANDMA&apos;S TALE'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-3527222161826020475</id><published>2007-04-26T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:37:23.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAMPONG WAK HASSAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dulu time aku masih dalam lingkungan early 20s aku nie suka nahh merayap rayap…kira paling siang aku sampai rumah around 11:30pm..tu dah kira siang ah tu…mana tak..?? dulu bawak motor..slalu lepak dgn members ah..gi riding…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, one of my friends came up with this idea…Weiii kita gi kampong Wak Hassan nak tak? You all tau lahh…being guys and idiots, kita pun ok lahhh…adventure larr konon…(kampong wak Hassan is off sembawang Road…some of you might know that place…but skarang dah takderr lagi…its flatted…dah jadi tanah lapang..)SO lepas cuci motor under my void deck, the 4 of us got ready and off we went…Before married, I stayed at Yishun….from my place, the journey to that old kampong is about 10 mins ride..Kita tau yang kampong tu dah takderr orang tinggal and we also ader dengar jugak orang cakap tempat tu keras…We left from my place around 11+ if im not mistaken….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, we parked our bikes outside the kampong…we saw an old pak aji walking pass and he beri salam…he said..nak masuk dalam kampong nie kerr..?? hati –hati..and he left…nothing unusual as there is a mosque nearby so we didn’t think he was a ghost or something like that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk in…walk &amp;amp; walk, nothing happened, no sightings, dun feel anything….after tired of walking..we decide to leave the place…we were there for about an hour or so….this is where everything becomes interesting….As we started to head back….adalah bau wangi….tapi we just ignore….As we were riding back, the journey seems so far away…everyone of us felt that our bikes were heavier than usual…macam membonceng orang kat belakang…I squeezed my throttle the speed shows 90km/h but it feels like 30km/h…the traffic lights seems so far away…Kecot kiter semua…on top of that bau wangi tukar jadi busuk skali….what to do..tawakkal jerr….All in all…it took us about 40 mins to reach at my block…the journey to that kampong is 10 mins only….tapi journey back 40 mins…tak masokk akal…One of my friends…muka pucat and terkencing kat sluar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had high fever for 5 days…when we met again…he said…he saw a women sitting behind my other friends bike….dia cakap dierr tak berani tegur..bila dah nampak dia rasa betul betul takut…dia diam ajerrr….&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t see anything…but I did feel scared….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours said that dulu aderr orang yang tinggal kat kampong tu perlihara nie mende…so bila dah pindah…dia tinggalkan kat kampong tu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether its true or not…but what amazes me was the time taken for the return journey when in actual fact, it would only take us less than 10 mins to reached my block…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-3527222161826020475?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/3527222161826020475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/kampong-wak-hassan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/3527222161826020475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/3527222161826020475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/kampong-wak-hassan.html' title='KAMPONG WAK HASSAN'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-8979462661368364596</id><published>2007-04-26T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:51:16.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESERACH STUDY - PONTIANAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PONTIANAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pontianak or Kuntilanak or Matianak (as known in Indonesia, sometimes shortened to just kunti) is a type of vampire in Malay folklore. The pontianak is usually a woman who died during childbirth and becomes undead, seeking revenge and terrorizing villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In folklore, Pontianak often appears as a beautiful woman, usually accompanied by the strong scent of frangipani. According to myth, men who are not wary will be killed when she morphs into a hideous being; she will also eat babies and harm pregnant women.[citation needed]&lt;br /&gt;People believe that having a sharp object like a nail helps them fend off potential attacks by pontianaks, the nail being used to plunge a hole at the back of the pontianak's neck. It is believed that when a nail is plunged into the back of a pontianak's neck, she will turn into a beautiful woman, until the nail is pulled off again.[citation needed] The Indonesian twist on this is plunging the nail into the back of the neck of the kuntilanak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANGSUIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Langsuir is a version of pontianak, popular in Malaysia as one of deadliest banshee in Malay folklore. Different from a pontianak, which always appeared as a beautiful woman to devour the victim, langsuir would possess the victim and suck blood from the inside, slowly causing a fatal end. It is believed that langsuir are from women who had laboring sickness (meroyan) as a result of suffering the death of their children and who themselves died afterwards. Portrayed as hideous, scary, vengeful,and furious, the Langsuir is furthermore characterized as having red eyes, sharps claws, long hair , wearing white robe (most of the time), rotten face, and long fangs. These are the common image said by people who claimed to have seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-8979462661368364596?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/8979462661368364596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/reserach-study-pontianak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8979462661368364596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8979462661368364596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/reserach-study-pontianak.html' title='RESERACH STUDY - PONTIANAK'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-4159463007784277468</id><published>2007-04-24T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:04:54.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREGNANT? HEED YOUR ELDER'S ADVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever receive warnings from your elders to be careful especially when you or your spouse is pregnant with your first child? ( anak sulong) well, better take their advice seriously..because ‘they’ know…some of you might experience this some of you don’t. For me, my wife didn’t know about this incident that I am going to tell as I keep it to myself…This happened 4 years back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wifey was in her third trimester that time, I can’t remember exactly how many months…everything was fine until one day I woke up from sleep in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty, the first thing I saw at the corner of my room is this ‘old lady’ standing there quietly, staring at my wife..I ask her who she was and what she wants? She replied…” &lt;strong&gt;nenek cuma nak amik bayi dalam perut tu&lt;/strong&gt;.” Scared I was not but I was so angry that I thought I raised my voice at her..”&lt;strong&gt;bayi dalam perut tu anak saya…awak boleh kluar dari bilik nie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;skarang jugak!”&lt;/strong&gt; you know what she did? She just smile, walk towards the door and before leaving, she said, “&lt;strong&gt;nanti nenek datang lagi&lt;/strong&gt;…” and she disappeared..the best thing, my wife was asleep soundly despite of my loud voice…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t know whether it was real or not but somehow I told my elder sister –in –law. I guessed she conveyed the story to my mother in law…my mother in law made an amulet for my wifey, it’s a yellow cloth with a nail inside it. She is to carry that amulet with her everytime, everywhere..On top of that,my father in law ‘pagar’ the house..All this was done discreetly ( my wife didn’t know about this till now)Well, that didn’t stop that nenek ‘visiting’ us..but this time she is furious…as the house is being protected, the ‘nenek’ couldn’t come in so what’s the best thing she can come up with..?? she was frantically shaking the main door…this happened for 3- 4 days..and my wife’s younger siblings heard it all..they were damn scared…they told me about it..i just tell them not to open the door..just ignore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything was ok until that nenek ‘visit’ me in my dreams…she said..”&lt;strong&gt;celaka, kau baik jaga bayi tu baik-baik, aku akan rampas dia dari engkau.Itu bayi aku!! Aku akan datang sampai dia dilahirkan....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That really send me the creeps..i woke up sweating and shivering in my air-cond room…I’ll never forget that voice….nothing happened after that…my wife gave birth to our prince safely…Both mother &amp;amp; child healthy and the uri…yup I brought it back and buried it at my in laws place in johore…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just a nightmare….But I wasn’t thinking of those things…I don’t bother thinking about those things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes…a friendly advise from me to the newly weds..after your sexcapades do cleanse yourself…and try not to sleep naked….why you might ask..??? why don’t you try it yourself….Me..?? been there done that..believe me you don’t want to experience it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-4159463007784277468?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/4159463007784277468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/pregnant-heed-your-elders-advice.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4159463007784277468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4159463007784277468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/pregnant-heed-your-elders-advice.html' title='PREGNANT? HEED YOUR ELDER&apos;S ADVICE'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-7025560744554278397</id><published>2007-04-22T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:37:02.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESEARCH STUDY - POLONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;POLONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A spirit enslaved by a man (most of the time) for personal use. It is particularly meant to harm other people especially when the owner has wicked intentions towards these people. Polong is said to have been created from the blood of a murdered person and this blood is put into a bottle for one to two weeks before the spirit is invoked with incantations and magic spells.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks, the owner will start to hear sounds coming out of the bottle. It is the sound of crying. By then he should cut his finger and drain the blood into the bottle to feed the demon. This is the sign of allegiance and of loyalty to serve the master. The blood which feeds the demon is said to have tied both parties together: one as Master and the other as the servant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In any case no one has ever illustrated the figure of the demon but all agree that it is evil and hideous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Task"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Task&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polong has almost a similar role as the Pelesit , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;furious when not fed and will start to harm society. Normally the owner will keep the Polong inside the bottle but unleashes it when needed. People who have been attacked by Polong are left with bruises, a few markings and often always have blood coming out of their mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="Weaknesses"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During possession, a Polong will not listen to anyone except its owner. The owner will come and pretentiously exorcise the demon in order to get money from people. But in some cases Polong which is sent by its owner refuses to free the body that it has attacked. Infact it goes a step further by causing more suffering to the victim. At this stage a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bomoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (shaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;witch-doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) or spiritual leader such as the imam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is called to cast out the polong. Many of them know that the polong is easily weakened by black pepper seeds (mix with oil and few cloves of garlic). Normally, the shaman will place the seeds on certain parts of the body followed by quranic recitation to take control of the body and cast off the polong. The tormented polong will cry and plea asking for the recitations to cease. It will then confess to the shaman the name of its master. However, it is not uncommon for the polong to name other person to misguide the pawang (shaman). Hence, the admition must be taken cautiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-7025560744554278397?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/7025560744554278397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/research-study-polong.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/7025560744554278397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/7025560744554278397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/research-study-polong.html' title='RESEARCH STUDY - POLONG'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5983885292753449626</id><published>2007-04-22T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:31:04.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"SIGHTINGS" FOR THE BRIDEGROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here’s the story of my glimps of &lt;strong&gt;KAKAK&lt;/strong&gt; before marriage as promised….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on a Tuesday or on a Wednesday night, time around 11:30 pm, I had nothing to do so I decided to wash my fish tank. There’s only one fish in my tank..It was an Oscar fish..very close to me…&lt;br /&gt;The fish tank was in the kitchen and it is between the toilet and kitchen window… As I was draining the water till halfway, something happened…my fish suddenly went berserk…was hitting himself at the tank..this went on for less than 10 seconds…somehow, my fish was facing the window…that was when I tought that something is not right…I looked at the window..but didn’t see anything….at that same moment, I heard a dog howling…it is howling right under my kitchen window…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I didn’t think of anything but feeling curious, I went to the window and looked below at the dog ( oohh…I lived in the 3rd floor..) the dog was still howling and was looking up…only then I realized that kalau anjing howl cam gitu maknanya adalah yg dia nampak….i was so curious that I immediately turn and look up…guess what I saw..?? a piece of white cloth…floating up with long white  silverish hair….i was shocked for sure…but that’s about it I didn’t see any eyes or the face thank goodness….i quickly shut the window and I heard a very loud laughter…it really freak me out….at the same time, my brother ran to the kitchen and ask me..” &lt;strong&gt;bang ko dengar tak tadi?”&lt;/strong&gt; I told him…” &lt;strong&gt;tadi kakak aku baru lalu kat tingkap dapur…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, early in the morning, I told both my parents about it…they told me that this things memang suka darah manis…lagi lagi bakal pengantin…well about that I’m not sure….oh yess…my fish died…maybe coincidentally or maybe died of fright I dunno…still can’t figure that part yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from my dad’s friend that during that month itself there are already 6 sightings of this KAKAK…and the ones that saw it were all bakal pengantin, getting married on that month…issshhh…pandai plak dia carik bakal pengantin…( I got married in June… ) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, my mom hang surah yasin infront of the kitchen window…and its still there till now. About that sighting….well I dunno whether its my imagination or..its real….???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5983885292753449626?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5983885292753449626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/sightings-for-bridegroom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5983885292753449626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5983885292753449626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/sightings-for-bridegroom.html' title='&quot;SIGHTINGS&quot; FOR THE BRIDEGROOM'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-2093476836701929395</id><published>2007-04-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:57:37.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESEARCH STUDY- POCHONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pocong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocong is a ghost that is said to be the soul of dead person trapped in their suit. The pocong suit is used by Imuslims to cover the body of the dead person. They cover the dead body with white fabric called mori ( kain kafan ) and tie the clothing over the head and under the feet. According to the native beliefs, the soul of a dead person will stay on the earth for 40 days after the death. When the ties aren't released after 40 days, the body is said to jump out from the grave to warn people that the soul need the bonds to be released. After the ties are released, the soul will leave the earth and never show up anymore. Because of the tie under the feet, the ghost can't walk. This causes the pocong to hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Sumpah_Pocong"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sumpah Pocong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The sumpah pocong (pocong oath) is a ritual that people use as the last way of investigation in a crime case. The participant of the ritual is covered with the pocong suit, with the other people (including the local religious leader) gathered around the person, reading some Islamic prayers. It is said that when the person in the middle doesn't tell the truth, the person will die as a consequence of what he has done. This ritual hasn't been used often in the last several years. I've heard about it but never witnessed it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-2093476836701929395?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/2093476836701929395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/research-study-pochong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2093476836701929395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2093476836701929395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/research-study-pochong.html' title='RESEARCH STUDY- POCHONG'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-2456830013868373918</id><published>2007-04-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:48:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KARAK HIGHWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you heard of the freaky story of the infamous Karak Highway? Well i heard it long time ago..same plot same story but from different people....Not sure whether its true or not...well you be the judge...here's the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was late at night when a young couple and their baby was travelling in a car along the Karak Highway. They were trying to get home, like the rest of the other Malaysians because it was nearing festive season. And like the many other Malaysians, they choose to travel at night to avoid the traffic jam and also the heat of the sun when noon gets in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were travelling along the lonely stretch of Karak Highway, suddenly, the car gave a sudden jerk and started making weird noises. The husband was fairly surprised because he remembered to check the car before travelling long distance to ensure the safety of his family. Soon, they had no choice but to stop by the roadside. The husband got out of the car to check the car engine while his wife and baby was waiting in the car. After a few minutes, he came back and reported that he could not see anything wrong and tried starting the car again. However, the car just would not budge. At loss, the husband made a difficult decision to either wait until another car comes along or walk to the nearest phone booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to leave his family behind, they waited. After some 20 minutes or so, the highway remained quiet. The husband wondered why was there such calmity on the highway when festive celebrations are just around the corner. Perhaps it was due to the late night, he thought to himself. After what seemed like eternity, the husband decided to take the second option.Advising his wife to lock the doors and take care, he left them behind with a heavy heart. His wife, on the other hand, watched her husband walk away with worries on her mind. She prayed hard that someone would eventually notice their stalled car and offer help. She was also worried that accidents might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed by and soon she started getting even more worried. She was worried something might happen to her husband. Worried, she fought with herself over if she should just keep on waiting or leave the car behind and look for her husband. But where should she start looking? In the end, she decided to get out of the car to stretch her legs. As soon as she came out of the car, she realized that something was staring at her from behind. As she turned, she saw the bodiless head of her husband with his eyes and mouth wide open as if in shock staring back at her. Till this day, no one has found the remains of his body&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-2456830013868373918?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/2456830013868373918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/karak-highway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2456830013868373918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2456830013868373918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/karak-highway.html' title='KARAK HIGHWAY'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-3274558183941305383</id><published>2007-04-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:35:42.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU WANNA CALL??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bet you guys always hear stories people being disturb by the infamous '&lt;strong&gt;KAKAK&lt;/strong&gt;' aka &lt;strong&gt;fatimah rockers&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;kak pon&lt;/strong&gt; aka &lt;strong&gt;cantik&lt;/strong&gt;..well do you know how to make them stop disturbing you?? especially if they like to cause disturbance to your house...you want to know .?? then read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have this customer who lives inthe east, which part i cannot tell here, sorry..they are an old couple, to what i see, both husband &amp; wife are well known in that area as they are witch doctors i guessed.. when i was renovating their 2 rooms, everyday, there will be a long queue of people coming to them for treatment or consultation or massage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So during one of his rest time, he came to me and we chatted for awhile, when i suddenly had the urge to ask him this question.." &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cik,orang2 yg datang sini slalu nyerr mintak cik tolong aperr..??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he told me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kebanyakkan yg datang kene kacau , jadi saya tolong menghalau lah.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i asked him again" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;setahu saya, kalau nak halau mesti semuka kan cik? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yup i was rite...but according to him, whoever is being disturb, have to call this things first, and from there, baru bleh halau...to call them is very easy, just get 2 sikat kutu, gesek2 them,it will make a funny sound, and there's a mentera to it, and after that call her by her popular name,"pontianak" 5 times...( i've read the mentera and its creepy) the thing will come immediately...the only problem is...whether you have the guts to face it or not...he says that it will definitely scare the hell out of you...He says, even he, who has been doing this for countless time feels scared..he says,if you don't have faith, even you mutter any surah or ayat, the thing will just stand there and laugh away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He told me also that it is difficult to deal with this things....so after confrontation, if she stills refuse to budge there's a word that will scare out of her...after you recite this word, this 'kakak' will never ever disturb you or your family again unless you call her....According to him the word that scare them off is a secret only this things know and they are ashamed of it..that's why they flee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No i don't bother to try it out although i can vaguely remember the mentera..its a short phrase to be repeated 7 times..and i don't know what the word is...because the pak cik did not tell me unless i want to do it....i guess not...but he did told me that the pontianak's name that always hunts or disturb that particular east area, her name ends with 'ana'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And to my cousin, if you are reading this,:kalau tak salah aku kau kenal nie customer arr...call me if you want to know who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who are reading this, its up to you to believe unless you have seen a glimps of 'kakak' before...as for me, i ;'ll tell you on my glimps of 'kakak' ...that time i was not married yet, still engaged and about to get married during that weekend.... but that can wait...i'll tell you that story in my next entry or maybe you want to here my NS stories...or when i was just 10 yrs old...the very first sight of 'KAKAK'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-3274558183941305383?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/3274558183941305383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-wanna-call.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/3274558183941305383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/3274558183941305383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-wanna-call.html' title='YOU WANNA CALL??'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-4632046630169434958</id><published>2007-04-17T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:22:53.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEE NO EVIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For you people who likes to go across the causeway to pump petrol late at night....read up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This happened during Chinese New Year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had nothing to do, so i planned to go across the causeway alone to pump petrol and buy ciggies. I left home about 0145hrs...traffic was smooth...very smooth..went in..no problem...pump petrol,buy ciggie..and head home....traffic was also smooth..no problem again...until it was my turn to pass my passprt to the officer... check out my conversation with her....(time around 0215hrs )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: ( passed my passport for checking)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer : ( staring at me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: yes kak..?? aderr problem kerr..???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer: satu passport jerr..??? kawan awak nyerr asal tak kasi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me : huh?? ( turn behind and look)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer: passport kawan awak kasi saya !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: kak..saya sorang jerr...maner aderr dua orang??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer: awak turunkan tingkap blakang...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me : (turunkan tingkap and darah pun dah berderau nihhh )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer: tu dia kat blakang!!!! ( pointing)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me : manerr ader orang kak..??? ( turn and checking behind)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer: kawan awak tgh senyum...awak dua jgn main main...awak kalau bawak I.I ( illegal immigrant) awak nanti susah...kalau kawan awak taknak kasi, saya panggil org tangkap awak...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: manerr aderr...saya nie sorang jerr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd officer came and ask...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer2 : apsal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer 1: ko tgk yg kat blakang tu tak nak kasi passport...dierr senyum jerr...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer2 : (tengok dalam keter...and look at me)....weiii manerr aderr org..??? kau ok kerr tak..?? bang...sorry bang...saya ingat kawan saya nie sakit .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officer 1 : huh....eh dah takderr....(muka pucat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: hmmmm...ok kalau takderr aper2 saya nak berambus dari sini... ( amik passport n cabut)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so...hati hati skit kalau u guys gi isi minyak  time pagi pagi...you'll never know...who or what might follow you back....and no..i didn't bother to ask whether its a man or women...i don't want to know....what i did was to stop at a nearby shell in singapore, cuci kaki n muka,slawat and baru balik....so far no disturbance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is from my own creepy experience...its up to you to believe....or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-4632046630169434958?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/4632046630169434958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/see-no-evil.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4632046630169434958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4632046630169434958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/see-no-evil.html' title='SEE NO EVIL'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-6495997307620990298</id><published>2007-04-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:04:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DARE ENOUGH ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read this!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week went for appointment somewhere in the north.. ( can't tell you where ) around 8.30 pm. Well its a hdb flat, its facing an hutan arr.... i guess some of you already know where this is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My client tinggal kat tingkat 9, so..nak kene naik lift larr kan...on the way to the lift, met this abang, dia cakap...braderr nak gi mana? I answer..tingkap 9 bang... dia cakap...ohhh nanti bila nak turun nanti turun tangga tau...jgn naik lift....i just smile..and walk on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must admit that the passageway, corridor to the client's house is abit scary....although its lighted up.. and moreover...that block, to what the homeowner say there are only 7 occupants in the whole flat...When i reached infront of his flat, i ring the bell but there is no answer...this lasted for about 20 mins, when i decided to call him... guess what, he totally forgot about the appointment and he is at his mother's place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He apologised and asked for another appointment. So without further ado, i left...and i remember what that abg told me...somehow, i passed the lift and guess what...both lift are at the landing..the 9th floor, both doors open and...let me tell you something our hdb lift will never, NEVER be at the same landing...it will always be one on the top, one below, or both lift will be at the ground level...so what do you think i did..?? Of course i took the stairs down....and it felt like climbing down from the 50th floor....I was damn scared...heard someone called me clearly..but i dare not turn...i just keep on going down....i noticed that i passed the 7th floor four times and the 5th floor 3 times...bloody hell that was scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when i reached the ground floor, both lift were at the ground floor, muka pucat beb...abg tanya  amacam brader..??? i told the abg what i felt and what happened.. the abg told me luckily i didn't take the lift down or i will meet 5 ikat in the lift....You know what is 5 ikat..??? how about pochong..you know pochong?? i bet you guys know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;According to the abg, someone perlihara this thing and when that person pindah he left the thing there..now this pochong will try and asked anyone to just untie the ikatan and in return will reward the person who unties it.. For the record, alot of people have fainted in the lift....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me....I don't think i want to go there any more...I rather lose this client then feeling scared evertime i go there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-6495997307620990298?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/6495997307620990298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/dare-enough.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6495997307620990298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6495997307620990298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/dare-enough.html' title='DARE ENOUGH ??'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-6430961507023511056</id><published>2007-04-05T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:58:43.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll make this short....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might want to believe it or might choose not to believe it...welll its up to you...anyway...read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was at home with my son watching TV at night..The wifey is attending to Dean in the room. I was with Raiyan at the living room watching news.... was sitting on the sofa, raiyan was drawing when he suddenly looked at the corridor window and told me : papa..., why the aunty walk here walk there outside the house? my wife heard it and scold him...I ask my wife to go in the room and look after Dean while i will try and settle this.. I told my son: There's no one outside...i stood up and close the window...Raiyan then look at the main gate and told me...there at the door...still walking....i ask him to describe...he told me...long hair, red dress, long red finger nails....and he is scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him that aunty is lost....she cannot come in the house because papa said so...I went to the gate and told the "thing" Assalamualaikum...kalau takderr hal tolong jangan ganggu keluarga aku...skarang jugak pergi jauh dari sini.. and closed the door...and guess what happened..?? The lights went out immediately and i heard a loud laughter....then it went silent...Reboot the electricity from the circuit breaker...raiyan was scared....i told him its nothing...its just a stranger...nothing to be afraid of....he kept asking me why the aunty have long red nails..?? i told him its the same as your aunty, she likes to paint her nails...its nail polish. He asked me again why the red dress..?? i told him...you have a red t-shirt as well right..?? he smiled...and sat down with me...then he told me maybe the aunty is looking for her friend's house..I told him yes you're right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fark..i may kidd him now...but I'm sure you know who or what my son saw that night....mind you it was only 8.45 pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-6430961507023511056?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/6430961507023511056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/freaky.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6430961507023511056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/6430961507023511056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/04/freaky.html' title='FREAKY'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-2020411961495157326</id><published>2007-03-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:37:09.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ....ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy birthday to me......yup....!!! 31 years old on 25th march....hmmm what can i say.....i have almost everything that i want.....a lovable wife...2 handsome kids....a house, car, good health, happy family....semuanyerr cukup...but still...aiming to get a landed property....more money...a new car...hahahahhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever it is, i would like to thank all the well-wishers that bother to sms me yesterday...thank you guys...you guys are great....and to those who called me but i never pick up my phone but leave a b'day message on my mail box...thank you again...and for my business partner in crime, thanks for the b'day song that you leave at my mail box...i've already deleted....kekekekke damn horrible man.....hmmm ah yess... to the friend that saw me yesterday and was shocked that i'm still alive....f**k you...i'm still alive and still going strong....to my business competitors...pls play fair...to those who still owe me money...pay up pay up....kekekekkeke and of course to those who know me but have forgotten which bloody month and day i was born....i forgive you....to those who know when i was born but pretend not to know....carry on with the pretence - i don't care.....and to those who only look for me when in need......i'll remember u guys forever....hahahahhahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what did i get for my birthday present..?? well, i bought my wife a pair of ferragamo shoes, an LV bag, bought my son spiderman toys....and i got myself marvel heroes collectibles....thats all...went to vivo city and eat at thai xpress...catch a movie ...mr bean-holiday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall i enjoyed myself....now i'm waiting for my present....a dopod 838 plssss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kekekekkekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-2020411961495157326?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/2020411961495157326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2020411961495157326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2020411961495157326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ....ME!!!'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5792004624550108159</id><published>2007-02-14T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:39:51.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V - DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well well well.....V- day is back....so what did i do during V-day..?? Nothing special...the same old thing..had to work till late night, lots of work...My life is kinda boring at this moment..because...i got alot of projects going on..very tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't get anything for my wife except a bouquet of flowers which i got it delivered last week to her school with a card saying : Luv you lots &amp;amp; lots P.S : dun bring back the flowers, just leave it at school..kekekkeke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i came back home, all three were fast asleep...So definitely no 'honey' kekekke nevermind..so,i just read the papers, check my email, watch CNN..shower do some llight reading n sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you have it...my V-day alone at night...kekekkekeke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5792004624550108159?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5792004624550108159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5792004624550108159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5792004624550108159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day.html' title='V - DAY'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5119959787047261965</id><published>2007-01-16T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:00:05.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSISTANT REQUIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey good morning / afternoon/ evening (delete whichever) everyone...kekkekekke this will be short.....alright...due to the upcoming project in Kl and brisbane...i , will be gone for 2 weeks, (due to travelling here and there) and after that two weeks...i might need assisstants...mind you..it will be super stress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So any takers..???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;madeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5119959787047261965?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5119959787047261965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/01/assistant-required.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5119959787047261965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5119959787047261965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/01/assistant-required.html' title='ASSISTANT REQUIRED'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-537228868448433267</id><published>2007-01-11T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:58:16.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY THE 12TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't get enuff sleep..why..?? was up till the wee hours preparing for presentation..Sampai tertido tido...I have to drag/force myself to finish it because i still got another 3 presentation more to complete..- sickening..About 0230am, I got to bed, baru lelap spuluh minit..my eldest son wake me up.."papa i want to shee shee.." had to accompany him to the toilet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An hour later he wake me up again.." papa..my throat pain.." larrr..i touch his forehead..it was burning..aperr lagi cam doctor arr gua...gave him his medicine..sponge him...from then on..every hour i wake up to take his temperature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the baby's doctor just now...i have to pay $120.00 for medication. Waaaaa...aaa ...cancell all appointments in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now im in my office..typing this entry and looking like a zombie with a lot of work to be done...and im not in the mood to do any of them..i need an assistant i guess..any takers..?? I thought Friday is suppose to be a relaxing day.....FRIDAY THE 12TH sucks man.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-537228868448433267?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/537228868448433267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-12th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/537228868448433267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/537228868448433267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-12th.html' title='FRIDAY THE 12TH'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-5912371801853529878</id><published>2007-01-08T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:03:51.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New year again... this time round, i don't feel anything special.. its just the same to me...another day come and go, another year come and go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Workloads...memang berlambak arr...problems..alot also...hmmm thats life... what i did the past 8 days or so....work..read..run...the same old thing......Ah yes!!! i was looking for my stuff when i came across my old pics...ewwwww awfull...kekekkeke among them are pics with my cousins...orbit siakkk time fire disco...pics with my friends...pun orbit gakk.....kekekekke and i have this pic of my kekasih lamerr( weiii kekasih lamerr if u are reading this..i dun think so you have this pic )....wahkahkakhahkkha....serious...tapi tu gambar i seal..beb...sampai mati gua sorang jerr tau..kekekke ..and my army pics...macam tocai siakk tu gambar.....kekekekke...ishhh sends me the shivers just looking at the pics....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to publish those pics...but i tell you whoever look at the pics will go into coma instantly...and of course your pc will excuse himself and run as far as possible..kekekke...nahhh its just weired....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK ok..i'll make a new year's resolution..dunno whether i can do it or not....here it is..hey crabby n trin ( if you guys are reading this) kopi ah mai..???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well we have 365-8 days to drink coffee...you'll think it will happen..??? well i'll tell you next year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kekekekkeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-5912371801853529878?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/5912371801853529878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5912371801853529878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/5912371801853529878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-2944456486591636791</id><published>2006-12-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:45:22.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIR OR NOT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know people always say that once you got married to your spouse, it means you are married to your other half's family as well...well i beg to differ...Whoever comes out with this saying is a damn idiot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not evil or anything but frankly, i just can't adapt to their style of living. Before signing on the dotted line, i did told the wifey that i want to live with her and my kids only...no one else in the house...but did that happened? No it did not, because im too kind hearted...(steady ahhh) kekekekke...So i make another rule.. they ( bro &amp; sis in law) wants to stay with us ..can but must follow my house rules.. did it happened?? No it did not...why..?? because they think its their house...because that is their sister's house and im married to their sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What i cannot stand is that they are bloody untidy, and lazy.Never bother to wash the dishes after eating, never bother to tidy the room. Housework..??? I'll be the happiest man in the world if they ever did it..So everyday, when i come back to work,darah bleh up beb...rumah berselerak..tonggang langang.. newspaper lying all over the place...you tell me...if its your place how would you feel..?? i feel its not fair, i have given them houseroom, i didn't even charged them any rent..but they do this...hmmm where's justice..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But somehow, they are nice people...only lazy and untidy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, on a brighter note, i just need to wait till 2008,when my sis in law gets married and bro in law serve his NS..thennn its adios...berambus...kekekekekkeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-2944456486591636791?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/2944456486591636791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/fair-or-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2944456486591636791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/2944456486591636791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/fair-or-not.html' title='FAIR OR NOT?'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-4015335892050357738</id><published>2006-12-22T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:16:08.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took off on Thursday...why..?? no reason..just want to have a break from work... actually promised the wifey to go shopping arr....issshhh.... Woke up at 5 am, did the laundry, sweep &amp; clean the house, make breakfast....went for a run..it was raining...By 1030am, everyone was ready..guess where i went to..?? vivo city..first time i went there.. since it was a week day, there's no crowd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So wat did i get for myself..?? a polo T from gap..thats it..and wat did my dear wifey get..?? tops, pants, jacket, 2 pairs each...haiiiyyaaa... we went to zara,gap,and dunno where else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my son..?? got a gap shirt, adidas shoes ( 2 pairs) pants...the younger son..??baby gap shirt, pants, adidas shoes... habissss.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to B &amp; J, eat at LJS, thats all...went to forum, the kids have their haircut....went to polo ralph, but for the kids again...then went to toys r'us...hmmmm... balik dgn paper bag berduyun duyun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want to take off agaiiinnnn....kekekkekekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-4015335892050357738?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/4015335892050357738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4015335892050357738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4015335892050357738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-8334971344731863672</id><published>2006-12-19T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:58:48.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING ITEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright..alright...here's an incident that happened last two weeks..i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been doing design works for 10 odd years and have been taking care of sites &amp; projects for the same amount of time as well...so far...no problem..but somehow, i had this project recently, my aunt's house actually, to renovate..the renovation was smooth and everything was fine until after the handover...i got a phone call from her ..she told me her stuffs are gone..missing..stolen...and as per normal, she pointed her finger at my workers.. Thats not fair...i dont think so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since she did not renovate her kitchen, she left all her stuff in a few transluscent plastic containers and leave it in the kitchen. Guess what??..the missing items are all my cousins stuff such as T-shirt shorts, sports bra..socks..the best part,  g-strings are also missing...its girls stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I donno what to say... at the first place, of all the stuff there, only my cousin's ( a girl ) stuff were missing...i don't see any reason why my workers want to nick off girls stuff..well, from the items that are missing there are 11 items altogether...most of it are sports apparel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my aunt and uncle ask for conpensation...and what did i reply..?? I said no. probably....her daughter misplaced them( she's the untidy sort who just placed her stuff anyhow,anywhere)... they insist i have to hold responsible for the missing items...i said..i don't even know that the stuff are there at the first place...they didn't inform me so is it fair for me to conpensate them..? Unless you list all the items and show me everything before i start renovating your house and only then i will conpensate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you have it..a problem...its not a big deal actually...its just a story i wish to share with you guys...btw, my cousin says she is going to make a police report... well i told her to make a report if she likes..and i will do likewise...but, if the missing stuff are found probably misplaced, then my company will sue for false accusation....don't beg me for mercy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-8334971344731863672?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/8334971344731863672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/missing-items.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8334971344731863672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/8334971344731863672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/missing-items.html' title='MISSING ITEMS'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-4579568524628267523</id><published>2006-12-14T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:23:51.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OFF FROM WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey...having a break for awhile...all work and no play sucks big time.. So what do i do you might ask..?? Nothing much..did a 24hr movieton of the Harry Potter series..from the philosopher's stone till the goblet of fire.... On top of that...reading...harry  potter books...from philosopher's stone till the half blood prince...Yeah you're right...Im a big Potter fan..like the others, i am also waiting for the 5th movie install ment of harry potter and the order of the phoenix...and also book 7 the last book of the potter series...I can't waitt.....kekekekke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, accompany my dear, beloved wife shopping, spend time with the kids. The shopping was 'teruk'duit ku duit kamu jugakkkk...bonus ku bonus mu jugakkkk...waaaaaahhhhhh..... kekekke...hmmmm...i did my running of course...kekekke need a pair of new running shoes....anyone can buy me one..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it is...I'm glad i took time off from work....relaxes my mind..and i really deserve a break......mind you having 2 jobs in 10 odd years is no easy feat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So...its nearing the weekend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a good week end...btw this week your's sincerely is going to run from woodlands to east coast...kekekkeke wanna join..?? gimme a tinkle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cherriioooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-4579568524628267523?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/4579568524628267523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-off-from-work.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4579568524628267523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/4579568524628267523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-off-from-work.html' title='TIME OFF FROM WORK'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116607650509525670</id><published>2006-12-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:53:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAK PEEK AT HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF PHOENIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;From HPANA.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116607650509525670?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116607650509525670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/sneak-peek-at-harry-potter-and-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116607650509525670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116607650509525670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/12/sneak-peek-at-harry-potter-and-order.html' title='SNEAK PEEK AT HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF PHOENIX'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116486727480369895</id><published>2006-11-29T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:14:34.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighhhtttt...!!! So ...I had 2 dreadful weekend..., and on the same week i had closed 3 more deals....hahahahha. They say you have to work hard for these...i say work smart, alot of ball kissing will do the trick. Better be presentable when you do presentation and no joking around...nahhh that's bull crap...i still joke around during presentation...and polo Ts and jeans for me..with sneakers...kekekkeke..its the talent, ideas,,concept people want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my partner in design..we're gonna be busy braderr....looks like you're gonna see more of me...hahahhaha...we're gonna start shouting at each other again braderr...but that's for our own benefits.. well time to crack my brain...btw.. i got myself a rubik's cube...kekekekkeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So....hmmm...is it time yet to invest in a property?? anyone have $1.3million??kekekekek....Ah yes...will start running again soon...this time from woodlands to bedok...kekekkeke im doing it this sunday...so when you see one mat running and drench in sweat, that could be me....so kindly get mee a bottle of h2o...kekekekkek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers everybody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116486727480369895?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116486727480369895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116486727480369895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116486727480369895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back.html' title='IM BACK'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116399643656886172</id><published>2006-11-19T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:50:57.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DREADFUL THING CAME TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you guys read my last entry..you will know that my eldest son is diagnosed with HFMD..I acted as fast as i can to quarantine him..to make sure he is far away from his younger brother...and i pray hard that my younger son wouldn't get it...But somehow..i wasn't fast enuff...last Saturday, 18th November 06, the young one came down with a fever..37.8 degree..its abit high for a baby his age..48 days...when i heard wat my wifey told me, i quickly leave the office fetch them and went to the doctor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr : Hi!! how is Dean?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Emm...he is down with fever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wifey: i took his temperature just now its 37.6..i think he's burning again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr : U know, a baby like Dean shouldn't get fever at his age..it's abit too soon for him..moreover he is breast fed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I wasn't aware of that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr : Maybe..just maybe I'm not sure at the moment..his brother passed it to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Oh..!! i hope not..i've quarantine Harith as soon as you told me that it was HFMD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr : Well, I hope not too..because its going to be difficult...let me check him.. i can't see any spots on him right now...you have to monitor him..make sure his temperature doesn't rise to 38 degrees..if its more than 38 dgrees..u need to admit him...i'll write you a memo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wifey : are you going to prescribe any medicine for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr: There's no medicine for him..he is to young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wifey: Not even Dhamol ( fever medicine for babies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr : Nope..its too strong for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Than what should we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr : what you can do is to feed him water and continue to give him milk...feed him glucose also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;60ml every hour or so..as long as he drinks and his temperature is under control, he will be alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Ok Doc..thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr : Call me if you face any problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything was fine until late at night, my wifey called me crying...and said that there are ulcers in Dean's mouth. Red spots can be seen at his hands and legs...that is when the dreadful thing came true...I called the Dr up..and told him everything..and he advice me on how to treat Dean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dean didn't want milk, refuses to drink glucose, keep on crying with tears and all...as a parent..how would you feel if you see your kid in that situation...my heart broke...it really broke...on that day also..my elder son couldn't eat as well...crying .. i have to console him...keep on telling me that..his mouth is in pain..at that moment in time... i really dunno what to do...i calm myself first..than called my wife..calm her down and instruct her like how the Dr instruct me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people said its not a big deal...Its a big deal to me...I'll be frank here...I was scared... i was so scared that all the negative thoughts came to my mind.. I remember reading on some HFMD cases that cause death...and i also remember reading an article saying that the fatality number of HFMD is rising if not treated properly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was one tough weekend for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116399643656886172?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116399643656886172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreadful-thing-came-true.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116399643656886172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116399643656886172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreadful-thing-came-true.html' title='THE DREADFUL THING CAME TRUE'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116375875611324278</id><published>2006-11-17T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:19:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have planned to go to JB this weekend...to eat ikan pari, sotong bakar,kerang,siput sedut...bes..bess...I have also planned to go shopping with my wifey and kids...Somehow...somehow..my plans are 'destroyed'...i mean i have to postponed my plans to donno when because...because..my son was diagnosed with HFMD last tuesday...you guys definitely know what HFMD stands for rite?? its the damned hand foot mouth disease..where did he get it from..?? well i dunno...i brought him to the doctor...according to the doctor...he got it last saturday...where did i go last saturday..?? i went to parkway parade...so here is my analysis...i am assuming that an idiot parent whose kid suffers from this illness bring his/her kid to parkway even though knowing that this illness is highly contagious..Such a selfish human being..an inconsiderate piece of monkey crap...a total idiot..why can't you just stay at home until your kid is fully recover..?? why..?? WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I have to look after my son..luckily its the eldest...and not my newborn...since it is highly contagious..i have to bring my son to my mom's place...i have to sleep over at my mom's place for a week!! my wifey is with the young one at home.. i pity my wifey...she have to look after the young on her own...Moreover.. i miss my wifey and my newborn son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My elder son now have difficulty in eating as there are ulcers in his mouth...and its alot...it hurts me alot when i see him whining in pain...even drinking milk from his bottle is difficult...i have to monitor his fever...it comes and goes...there are no signs of red dots on his hands and feet yet...i hope there's none..i cant sleep in peace..why?? because i have to monitor my son every hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to reschedule my work timing...the worst part is that i have to reschedule my meetings with clients..that i don't care...i have to give instructions thru phone to my workers...that i don't care also...what i care and want now is that my son to recover...I rather get that illness then see my son go thru the pain..if only i can take over his illness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and for that inconsiderate parent..a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FU*K YOU&lt;/span&gt; to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i apologise on the harsh words used for this entry....i am truly sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a nice weekend folks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116375875611324278?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116375875611324278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-weekend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116375875611324278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116375875611324278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-weekend.html' title='SAD WEEKEND'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116339834508976016</id><published>2006-11-12T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:12:54.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week was terrible...the amount of workload i have...if only i could cut myself to 2 or 3..maybe it will be better..the amount of pressure mounting on me is huge...berat beb memang tak nampak but its there...everyone has pressure to deal with..its how you manage it...another thing is that 24hrs is not enuff...maybe they should come up with 28 or 30 hrs a day,then it will be enuff for me..kekekekek..no no no im not crazy..is just that i don't like to bring over yesterday's work to today...it means more work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the workload, i didn't get to spent much time with my kids..my eldest son will only see me late at night..but i do call him everyday and talk to him on the phone..the younger one...only sees me early in the morning around 3-4 am during his feeding time...that is when i'll carry him and talk to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that i missed my run last weekend...such a waste...but i did spare some time to go visiting...and i still have alot of visiting to do...Dear God, can we extend the month of Syawal please...?? kekekkekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the first day of the week..and already i have lots of work to do...i've to go down site..surpivising my guys..check on their work...do calculation...quotation..design...meeting clients...do i need an assistant..?? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've 5 apartments on going renovation works...on top of that, i have 3 sets of residential design to complete..2 commercial designs to complete..3 quotations to submit...2 meetings to attend to...dammmnn...on top of that i have to do forecasting.... some times when people know that i work as an interior designer..they will say...wahh easy jobscope + ketuk orang harga....some will even say..wahhh easy job..9-5 job....easy for them to say....i'll trade one day with them...if they want to feel how tough it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116339834508976016?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116339834508976016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/work.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116339834508976016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116339834508976016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/work.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116288314879953154</id><published>2006-11-06T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:08:46.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESTRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/showroom%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/showroom%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/showroom%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/showroom%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so tired of working....anybody wants to take on my place for one month?? i need a good rest...tired of designing...tired of thinking of design...tired of thinking about color scheme....tired ...tired...tired....maybe a change of vocation/job will do me good...kekekekke how about being a house husband..?? maybe i can be a mat rocker...kekekekek....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im so bored that i went for a run on sunday....from woodlands..to yishun...to ang mo kio...to hougang...to punggol..then balik naik cab...kekekekek took me a good 3 hrs run....started running from 6.00am..kekekekek..by the way apek bising beb...check out the conversation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apek taxi : haiya..lu apasat basah? apa pasat mandi sama lu punya baju?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: boss woodlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apek taxi: lu tinggal woodlands arr?? apa pasat lu kat punggol baju semuer basat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: gua lari ah boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apek taxi: lu lari dari saperr?? itu mata kejar sama lu ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: gua jogging lah boss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apek taxi:lu gila..woodlands lari sampai sini punggol ah...skalang lu banyk basah...nanti gua punyerr seat basah olang tak mau naik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: sorry boss nanti gua bayar lu lebih ahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apek taxi: haiyaa ini macam gua lepas anta sama lu gua kene cuci gua punya taxi...haiya lu leceh arr...kasi wah susah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: allo boss lu brenti sini...gua bayar lu..lu gi cuci taxi lu...gua bleh jalan balik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apek taxi: gua brenti arr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: brenti arr.... nah $10.00 keep the change...lu bleh cuci lu punyerr taxi skarang jugak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siakk punyerr taxi...kekekekek...went out, flag a cab..this time an abg melayu cab... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abg melayu: mana mau pegi bang??aiikk basah kuyup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: woodlands bang...sori bang basah... lari dari woodlands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abg melayu: fuhh jauh kau lari..tak penat kerr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: penat bang..tu pasal tahan taxi...nak balik..nak serapan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abg melayu: ok...lu rilek...nak air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: takpe bang tima kasih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kekekekke...moral of the story....next time when you go for a long run...bring a towel....kekekekekke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116288314879953154?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116288314879953154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/destress.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116288314879953154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116288314879953154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/destress.html' title='DESTRESS'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116254658521888079</id><published>2006-11-03T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:36:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 CENTS - ROCK ON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/13%20cents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/13%20cents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day before, i was clearing up my cd collection when i stumble upon my old cd collection of lagu-lagu rock hits melayu..kekekekke..legend punya beb..the likes of search, wings, junction..lefthanded, rustyblade,rockers...i labelled them as rock kapak..wakhahkakhakh...somehow...i brought the cd to my car...aperr lagi..nak nyanyi ahh during driving to work...kekekekkek&lt;br /&gt;The best part is...i was so into the singing...that i forgot to top up my cash card...and then what..?? i pass the bloody erp gantry with 13 cents only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock punyer pasal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the summon letter....hmmm its going to be $70.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock lagi ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116254658521888079?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116254658521888079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/13-cents-rock-on.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116254658521888079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116254658521888079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/13-cents-rock-on.html' title='13 CENTS - ROCK ON!!!'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116245017765964103</id><published>2006-11-01T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:49:37.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM NO GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/Raiyan%20&amp;%20Dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/Raiyan%20%26%20Dean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know...the best part of having a family...i mean your own kids is that..errrmm they look up to you..kekekke Whenever they fell or hurt themselves, they will come running to you and point to you where it hurts...and you as the parents, will pretend blowing the 'injured' spot and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voila&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;the pain disappeared...kekekeke cool trick...when they have nightmares...and suddenly they open their eyes..you are there...to console them...whenever they are sick...you bring them to the general practitioner..give them the medicine...it takes away their pain...they think that you're doing all the work...they think that you are GOD...kekekke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To them, you're everything...when they are sad, you make them happy...they want toys, they have it...they want to eat,they have it...i personally am very attached to my sons...they are my joy...they take away my pain and sorrows...they take away my tiredness and anger..everyday i come back from work, when i look at my sons, all the tiredness disappear..its like magic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my sons..alot..but whenever they misbehave, i scold them...i do cane my eldest son if he is out of hand..but not hard..sometimes i just stare at him..and he will start crying...thats magic..kekekekek a skill that every dad have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who sets the law in my household..?? My wifey does that...But sometimes i use my veto power...kekekek i do overight things occasionally....hold on i have to call my wifey.....my wife is at taka..getting her hair cut...hhmmmmm...nahhh as long she's happy..i'm happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who discipline the kids..?? My wifey does that...but when the kids get out of hand...i'll step in..and that's when they tremble...and start crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who do the pampering at home..?? We don't pamper our kids...we love them alot..and equally&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116245017765964103?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116245017765964103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-no-god.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116245017765964103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116245017765964103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-no-god.html' title='IM NO GOD'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116220205253194621</id><published>2006-10-30T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:04:15.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/is%20office%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/is%20office%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey hey heyyy..........Ive nothing to rant about this time...except work..&amp; designing..contracts...site visits...Hari Raya Storiess...eemmm no more..finish...Now Im thinking of changing my car...I want a grandis...wifey doesen't want..she wants a mazda 6...eerrmmm i dont want..wat about a toyota wish..?? or a honda stream..?? the one that caught my eye is the honda accord...vroom vroommm...but..dunno whether the wifey likes it or not....Guess i should ask her first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next on my thinking list is to renovate my kitchen..i guess its about time...i hate the existing kitchen..it sucks!! Should change before lebaran next year...kekekkekeke so what color will it be..?? wifey likes white...i like glossy black with tinted black glass doors...aluminium frame work for doors, glass backing on wall between the top &amp;amp; bottom cabinet...granite table top(galaxy black), stainless steel sink...hmmm...need to discuss with the wifey first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im thinking of setting up my company in London...still considering...maybe K.L also and also in Australia...But i feel London is a better place...Probably i'll do more serious thinking after this Brisbane project..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm also thinking of getting a landed property...But to buy one here....well it cost a bomb...i'll think again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I receive an sms from my sis-in law...she sent me a joke..read on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tijah ingin break dengan boyfren omputih melalui surat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi,my motif write this letter to give know you something. I WANT CUT CONNECTION US. I saw u playwood 3 infront my eyes. So i break connection to pull my body from this love. I have think about this very cook cook. I know i clap 1 hand only. I don't trust you again! You're realy crocodile land! I don't want you to play playwith my liver. I have been crying until no more eye water. I don't want banana to fruit 2 times.. Safe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kekekekek...this i don't need to think....kekekekekk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116220205253194621?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116220205253194621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/thinking.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116220205253194621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116220205253194621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/thinking.html' title='THINKING'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116192204589941215</id><published>2006-10-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:07:25.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POST 3 DAYS RAYA SUMMARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/Raya%202006%202[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/200/Raya%202006%202%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only 3 days...and i received alot of visitors...but that's ok... now,im actually thinking of tutup kedai..kekekke jadi orang stop datang rumah....my cookies, kuih raya dah nak abis oiii...lapis durian,lapis prune pun dah nak abiss... Kacang gajuss....2nd day dah bis....ishhh...My veri pari pari chips...1st day dah gone..mind you i buy 15 big size bags...pun abis jugak...kekekke...duit zakat....isssshhhh very fast depleting....kekekekkek. Coke, F&amp;amp;N orange, hmmm..i'm left with 7 bottles only out of 3 cartons...Nevermind... Lauk2 raya pun semuer dahbis....gone by 2nd day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the problem is...my friends..havent come yet...my wifey's student havent come yet...my wifey's friend havent come yet....So...what should i prepare for them..?? i have this in mind...sardine cicah dengan roti beb...power....OK lahh..ok lahh...i'll fry some chicken wings...and on top of that, i'll cook chicken mayo....that's all...if you want something different..i'll cook maggi fast to cook good to eat...that i have curry flavour,chicken flavour, asam laksa flavour...or i can also cook prata instant...kekekke...bukan pelokek ahhh...jimat sikit jerrr....for drinks... i have rose syrup, orange syrup, sky juice, ice milo, hot milo, 3 in 1 ovaltine, 3 in 1 milo,3 in 1 horlicks, tea, coffee, teh-O, kopi -O...dah dah cukup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is saturday, im expecting alot of guest again...but...i'm working larrr....half day jerr...and i think, tomorrow morning i want to go sheng siong market...nak beli siput sedut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WANT TO COOK SIPUT SEDUT MASAK LEMAK CILI PADI....POWER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116192204589941215?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116192204589941215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-3-days-raya-summary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116192204589941215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116192204589941215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-3-days-raya-summary.html' title='POST 3 DAYS RAYA SUMMARY'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116182507106446690</id><published>2006-10-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:43:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HARI RAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIRED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That sums up everything...from the last day of Ramadhan till today....tired...tired tired tired....Since i have my wife's granny at my house, we have visitors...non stop till late night.....Well, my wife's still on confinement...so we couldn't go visiting till next week...kekekkeke&lt;br /&gt;I only went to my mum's place and granny's place..that also with my Raiyan...after that, we went back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, what did i do?? sambut tetamu and...tolong kemas beb....ribut...thanks to my brother &amp;amp; sister in law...they help out alot...but still we were short handed...kekekekkeke&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyevery moment of it...and now Im back to work...work..work...kekekkekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me sum up everything here...TIRED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for pics...wait for my next entry...because im so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;....kekekkekekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116182507106446690?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116182507106446690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116182507106446690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116182507106446690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya.html' title='HARI RAYA'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116125156206249508</id><published>2006-10-19T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:43:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M NO SLAVE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/plan%20&amp;%20quotation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/plan%20%26%20quotation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/kitchen%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/kitchen%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today...no yesterday actually i've pissed a potential client...not pissed them off...they actually pissed me and i totally f***ed them. Ha ha ha..sorry for the vulgarity there.... i feel good and i don't owe anyone ..ANYONE an apology...whoever says customers always right is just plain stoopid with a capital S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me blow my top?? well read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;client wasting my time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;delay in signing of contract and blames me for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ask me for the original and final design when they did not sign any contract with me...( i will only show you my design and will take back..i wouldnt give it to you unless you sign the contract with me... You think my company is a &lt;em&gt;amal jariah&lt;/em&gt; organization issit??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ask for discount....(you think this is a market or what??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wants good quality materials..but wants to pay less...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brings another designer and question on my work....( what f**k you think u're doing??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking down on me... ( bigg mistake...BIG mistake...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fickle minded clients...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can go on and on..but..u people will be bored....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can beautify ur house..i can make your dream house come true..if ..IF only you dare to spend...Call me an idiot..arrogant bastard...or what ever it is that will make you happy...i don't care...i have my standards... i am very fussy when it comes to my design...and i dont compromise on my designs... if you want my professional service...then dont disturb me when im working..!! I dress how i want to dress...you don't get to judge me on my ability to design by judging on my dressing....Ohh yess ..some of the clients do that....whatever it is....you want my professional service...you have to pay the fee...Agree??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116125156206249508?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116125156206249508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-no-slave.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116125156206249508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116125156206249508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-no-slave.html' title='I&apos;M NO SLAVE !!'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116115252093352722</id><published>2006-10-17T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:44:15.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYA PREPERATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/is%20office.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/is%20office.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the title ...it says...RAYA PREPERATION... am i prepared?? well check my check list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;songkok - have it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baju raya - have it ..same design as my son's ,same color,same texture, different cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;capal - have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;samping - have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kuih raya - have it..waiting to collect..thanks to kak leyla &amp; mama for taking my last minute orders..and also to my mum for exporting your kuehs to my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;air - kekeke haven't buy yet..thinking of serving you guys plain water...hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duit raya - yup i have it..don't ask me how much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zakat fitrah - paid...kekeke via telephone ( 1800-.......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;curtains - ordered &amp;amp; collected...tinggal nak gantung jerr...tapi bilerr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duit pasar - what to cook?? masak sardin cicah ngan roti bleh?? Bleh arr tak bleh aperr plak... rumah aku aperrr...bukan lokek..juadah niee jarang orang makan time raya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dean's clothes - got to buy this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wifey's baju - got to buy this weekend also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;household stuffs - banyak lagikk...i just dun want to think about it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have something else bothering me...probably its my work..the customers that i have..wants design &amp; quality but wants to pay peanuts...its like you want a mercedes but you want to pay the cost of a hyundai.... to all my cheepo clients...let me tell you something..If you want good quality design, good quality stuff, good quality materials,you want a nice house, then be prepared to spend more &amp;amp; pay more..Don't make my life difficult ok..because i can make your life worst......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116115252093352722?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116115252093352722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya-preperation_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116115252093352722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116115252093352722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya-preperation_17.html' title='RAYA PREPERATION'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116107084311734534</id><published>2006-10-16T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:44:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless or just PLAIN STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/is%20driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/is%20driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know what to say to these people...Yes they do drive..but the way they drive... especially these big cars..or maybe the driver themselves..damn reckless..the best part is whenever you signal to overtake or to get in lane, they will speed up if they are behind you...and if you are driving in the first lane @ 90-100km/h, the car behind you will start flashing you his high beam..telling you to f**k off from the lane as they &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are in hurry because its time for dinner and if i don't reach home within 5 mins, i will definitely die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Usually, I will ignore these kind of drivers and will purposely slow down my car just to irritate them. And if they decide to overtake, I will speed up...call me &amp;amp; label me an idiot if you want to..I don't care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scenario is that the driver will signal his/her intention and immediately get into the lane. I've experienced this once..I had to break hard to avoid collision...lucky for me, there's no other vehicle behind me.. For this kind of case, I will usually try to drive beside the car, give a "friendly honk", unwind the window, and show my "friendly finger". I'm not a road bully...Its just like Dr Bruce Banner changes to the Incredible Hulk, will only change when angry..Other then that, I'm quite a safe driver. I don't speed unnecessarily unless I need to..For me, if you signal your intentions early, I will definitely give way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116107084311734534?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116107084311734534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/careless-or-just-plain-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116107084311734534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116107084311734534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/careless-or-just-plain-stupid.html' title='Careless or just PLAIN STUPID'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36104639.post-116098816140685222</id><published>2006-10-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:44:58.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Second Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/1600/dean%20raees.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2251/4028/320/dean%20raees.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arrrr...by the way..announcing the arrival of our 2nd prince Dean Raees..&lt;br /&gt;weight: 2.81 kilos&lt;br /&gt;time of birth : ermm 1338hrs&lt;br /&gt;place of birth: gleaneagles&lt;br /&gt;date of birth : 01/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36104639-116098816140685222?l=iskandar76.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/feeds/116098816140685222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-second-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116098816140685222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36104639/posts/default/116098816140685222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iskandar76.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-second-prince.html' title='Our Second Prince'/><author><name>iskandar76</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14215301934269493100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
