<?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-4402444316336434071</id><updated>2011-11-12T23:47:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARISKARYA</title><subtitle type='html'>A Street Literature's Journey To The Center Of The Heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-2519298275765484745</id><published>2010-09-08T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T03:15:51.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Adams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/TIfgAxmTQwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PLd7W1LKmg8/s1600/adamIMG_3416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/TIfgAxmTQwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PLd7W1LKmg8/s400/adamIMG_3416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514622572657066754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum w.b.t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely at 11.15pm yesterday (Tuesday), Adam Ian Ramadhan was born weighing in at 2.6kg and singing like a pro. Both mother and child are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally thank Dr. Zanariah and her staffs for welcoming him. Once he was cleaned, the nurse presented Adam to us and we both kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then Adam, remember the oath we've all taken and may we always be under His Graceful Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2519298275765484745?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2519298275765484745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2519298275765484745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2519298275765484745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2519298275765484745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2010/09/adam-ramadhan.html' title='Patch Adams!'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/TIfgAxmTQwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PLd7W1LKmg8/s72-c/adamIMG_3416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-4018496447011239746</id><published>2010-09-04T01:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:28:48.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>SALAM &amp; MAY ALL BE WITH THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.32 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only hours away from the first contraction. It could be hundreds of hours or in the next few hours. InsyaAllah, everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed how boring and 'unattractive' my blog looks. To some, that might reflect the natural character of the writer. Yes, I would agree. Because it's easy being simple. Yes, of course we're allowed to have "some" valuables but still, simplicity does have its long-term perks. It is looking beyond simplicity, because even simplicity, is sometimes complicated. So no matter how you look at it or understand it, it comes down to how you deal with it, when IT happens. We'll get the hang of it InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that is full of colours, that it sometimes become too distracting to even concentrate on ourselves, moreover our lives. Translated into today's lifestyles, these "colours" have managed to detach us from our true calling and divide us into millions of pieces that could fit us into jigsaw puzzles. This is what we have become. A one big puzzle. Most of the time we couldn't figure ourselves out. That happens to everyone eventually, but of course denial is sometimes unheard of. Probably because amnesia is permissible. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every age phase we seek different interests, different likings, different feelings and understanding. And it is stacked block by block, year after year, thus forming a pyramid. By the time we reach the top (our prime), the secrets are unfold in a condescending moment reflecting every inch throughout our lives. There is where we realize that we, are nothing. We own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we've perceived the hard facts can we then move onwards with His blessings, and sworn to be a dutiful and mindful servant of Allah. The whole process takes time. It does. And we can't deny the fact that it sometimes redirects our focus. It is both easy, and not easy depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why when I sometimes reread my blog, it helps in reminding myself of the things I need to be wary of. At times, on a daily basis,  but in truth, by the seconds. You cannot race against time. Time waits for no man. And remember, that enough, is never enough. Therefore, just keep it simple. It helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam &amp; Wallahua'lam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4018496447011239746?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4018496447011239746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4018496447011239746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4018496447011239746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4018496447011239746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-plan.html' title='Simple Plan'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4808057769643624446</id><published>2010-08-14T23:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:45:30.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hidup Bertujuan'</title><content type='html'>Salam Sejahtera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, dalam kehidupan harian kita menuntut ilmu, kita terlalu taksub mempelajarinya untuk diri sendiri, sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, dalam kekhusyukan mendekati agama, kita terlalai. Terlalai dan tersasar dari tanggungjawab sebenar tujuan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan hidup perlu berbalik kepada perkara asas. Semua agama mempunyai asas yang diberi sebagai rujukan. Rujukan untuk hidup dalam persekitaran manusia sejagat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam bukan agama yang diberi. Islam adalah agama yang disampaikan. Akan tetapi hidayah itu diberi, dan diberi oleh Allah sekira hamba-Nya berdoa dan bermohon dengan kesungguhan untuk mendapatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Quran telah disampaikan sebagai petunjuk dan untuk kebaikan seluruh umat. Begitu juga dengan Kitab-kitab yang sebelumnya. Setiap hal dan perkara khusus disampaikan menerusi para Nabi dan para Rasul yang telah Allah tetapkan jumlah dan mukjizatnya. Dan menjadi tanggungjawab Utusan-utusan Allah itu untuk menyampaikannya, dengan cara dan kesesuaian keadaan pada ketika itu. Dan dengan hidayah-Nya, sebahagian dari golongan manusia menerima Islam sepenuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekuatan gabungan, tempoh dan jarak masa penyampaian Ayat-ayat Allah dan Sunnah-sunnah Nabi dan Rasul-Nya adalah dalam ketetapan Allah dan sentiasa menunjukkan kebenaran, dan jelas dalam keterangannya. Kerana itu adalah kata-kata Allah, dari Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pengajian asas juga disampaikan Rukun Iman dan Rukun Islam, mempermudahkan lagi proses kefahaman agama. Hanya satu yang perlu dilakukan, ikutilah. Dengarlah. Jiwailah dengan keikhlasan. Dan kenalilah dengan mata hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Perkara dan 5 Perkara menjadi petunjuk bagaimana cara untuk menjalani kehidupan yang sentiasa dibawah perlindungan Rahmat-Nya. Pelaksanaan Rukun-rukun tersebut pasti akan membuahkan hasil, yang mana bergantung juga kepada sangkaan setiap hamba-Nya, iaitu golongan manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukun Iman dan Rukun Islam banyak memperbaiki dan mengukuhkan sifat-sifat rohani dan jasmani manusia. Syukur, sabar dan taqwa adalah di antara banyak cara pendekatan asas untuk menjiwai agama. Agama yang diyakini menjamin kehidupan, kerana ia adalah sebahagian dari kehidupan. Kerana Allah yang telah menetapkan kehidupan dan seluruh kejadiannya. Kehidupan di dunia, yang sementara dan kehidupan di akhirat, yang abadi. Itu jaminan Allah, dan ini perlu diyakini dan diamali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan InsyaAllah apabila sifat diperbaiki, kebaikan akan diperolehi, dan kehidupan dirahmati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam &amp; Wallahua'lam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4808057769643624446?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4808057769643624446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4808057769643624446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4808057769643624446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4808057769643624446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2010/08/salam-sejahtera-terkadang-dalam.html' title='&apos;Hidup Bertujuan&apos;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-2696337277099401521</id><published>2010-08-10T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:00:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kembalinya Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Salam sejahtera buat seluruh muslimin dan muslimat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan kembali lagi pada tarikh 10 Ogos 2010. Setelah setahun menyepi dari suasana kehidupan kita yang huru-hara dibalik tenang, dalam diam, Ramadhan kembali menggamit jiwa seluruh umat Islam sejagat. Syukur dipanjatkan pada Illahi akan rahmat kebesaran-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa putus asa, kita meneruskan perjuangan menahan lapar dan dahaga, dan lebih-lebih lagi, pelbagai hala tuju emosi hati yang sentiasa mengajak kita ke arah kemungkaran dan kelalaian, a.k.a nafsu nafsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini mungkin berlaku akibat dari kelesuan di siang hari, mungkin juga akibat gangguan persekitaran yang menewaskan kita di lapangan perjuangan untuk memperolehi rahmat-Nya. Walau apa jua yang mendatang, sentiasalah kita berdoa memohon kepada-Nya agar diampunkan segala dosa besar dan kecil yang lalu, yang sedang dan yang mendatang, mohon ketenangan jiwa yang khusyuk, dipermudahkan segala urusan dunia akhirat, ditetapkan hati pada jalan-Nya yang lurus, dan sentiasa memohon agar dipelihara dan diredhai oleh-Nya, yang Maha mengetahui akan setiap segala sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar-pasar Ramadhan di setiap ceruk negeri bakal memeriahkan selera untuk berbuka puasa. Keluarga, rakan dan taulan kembali bersama mengeratkan hubungan silaturrahim, setiap ruang bertukar wajah menambah seri persiapan di Aidil Fitri. Tidak lupa juga buat kumpulan jemaah yang menerangi ruang-ruang mesjid bersama-sama para malaikat yang seiring sujud menyembah Yang Satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambillah peluang terbaik ini untuk menjelaskan apa yang terkias, menyucikan semua yang kotor, menyuratkan setiap yang tersirat, menyelesaikan segala yang tertunggak, bermohon dihiaskan hati, ucapan dan perlakuan dengan keikhlasan yang tulus demi kebaikan dan kebahagiaan insan yang sejati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalanilah kehidupan dengan penuh kesyukuran, kesabaran, dan ketaqwaan. Majulah sukan untuk negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2696337277099401521?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2696337277099401521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2696337277099401521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2696337277099401521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2696337277099401521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2010/08/kembalinya-ramadhan.html' title='Kembalinya Ramadhan'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-5094616341757662542</id><published>2010-06-04T19:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T04:17:07.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>England vs USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/TBPq4Yq1iWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/45ik1TY4Wp4/s1600/england-v-USA.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/TBPq4Yq1iWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/45ik1TY4Wp4/s400/england-v-USA.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481983425855719778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing, England is playing against USA. And by the time I finish my first sentence, England scored the first four minutes of the game. Steven Gerrard whisked a brilliant right flick giving USA a taste of pure pressure. I can imagine the look on Paul's face right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Argentina won against Nigeria scoring one to nothing. A few weeks ago I resume my career with an ad agency. While a couple of months back I was the children's chauffeur. Everything seemed to take a different turn as if not allowing me to remain stagnant. Today, I'm still walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say this. I saw the disappointment written all over Messi's face for not able to score for Argentina. In all, they played a well-relaxed game. Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since December 2009, I haven't written anything here. Busy with work and chores became a motivation for me to find 'time' with God. Our availability for that time is required around the clock, and it doesn't wait for you. That time shapes your character and reflects your time management. That time is prayer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, we all will at some point, receive His wrath, love and sympathy. Those experiences will shape us into being better person. Able to brace the test of time personifies the God given strength for us to endure and indulge in tolerance on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN! England's goalkeeper Robert Green just made a fumble! I can't imagine the look on Paul's face. Have mercy Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again, wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-5094616341757662542?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5094616341757662542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=5094616341757662542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5094616341757662542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5094616341757662542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2010/06/england-vs-usa.html' title='England vs USA'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/TBPq4Yq1iWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/45ik1TY4Wp4/s72-c/england-v-USA.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-7979127873219071268</id><published>2009-11-10T09:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:01:48.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Therapy Session'</title><content type='html'>Salam all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently hold three type of jobs that provides me income and somewhat, therapy; 1. Driving 2. Writing and 3. Music, in which, each work lets me think and do better as a person, with good response. These traits might not be suitable to some, but they'll soon come of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These jobs provide me with skills that allows me to communicate without having to speak, unless otherwise despite of conditions. When I look at it, it's possible that words weren't needed because we're attached to a tool; 1. Car 3. Keyboard / typewriter / Pad and  3. Musical instruments, probably because they're the ones doing the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm implementing silence, but rather promoting it, as a second language, or third. Depending on the level of humanity state that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When driving, we've seen the words that come out from traffic jams, accidents and road works/diversions. We've read the writings of hate and dissatisfaction on people, organizations and religion. And we've definitely heard music in relate with satanic, obscenity and immorality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are the worse that we can always think of. Surely there are some good in badness and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lips do not always have to utter godly verses. It can also be done silently, inside. And it will always guide us in all that we do. Our concentration focused, our awareness expands, and once tranquility sets in, by the time you know it, the work's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is just a form of suppression that teaches patient. Able to be patient, and work diligently with sincerity will eventually bring out the best in what we do. But of course there will always be hiccups. Situations will eventually occur once in a while to determine our willpower. So be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just personal observations at human reactions and behaviors. Ourselves especially. It's an experience we'll all enjoy one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7979127873219071268?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7979127873219071268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7979127873219071268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7979127873219071268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7979127873219071268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/11/therapy-session.html' title='&apos;Therapy Session&apos;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-152700613654587197</id><published>2009-09-17T10:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:04:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ramadhan is just around the corner..."</title><content type='html'>Once again, Ramadhan is leaving us, with each year we test ourselves and our faith. Wanting to do better, and be better. We search our hearts during the Ramadhan and pray that He always guides us to the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has a story to tell during the Ramadhan. Some are for keeps, while some shares them with others to ponder on. These 'stories' will be ours to remember, to share, to teach and to be learned from as our days past us by. Experience is the best teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some we find it too small to be shared, while others might turn it into an income. Depending on how one interprets. But whatever they may be these stories, if we have good faith, then we should know that truth will prevail and good triumph over evil. I believe most religion would agree with me, because no religion teaches us to do bad things. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Ramadhan, the flourishing of food and delicacies for the thirst and hunger of younglings, teenagers and some adults, will be devoured by the abundance when breaking fast. Sometimes, only by an individual, while others, take one stride at a time. But don't worry, we'll get better and better. It's all part of growing up... with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City life is a busy life. We mostly don't have the leisure of cooking unless it's a favorite hobby. Therefore, "Pasar Ramadhan" -(Ramadhan Food Market) was invented. Thanks to them, we have the 'time' to 'buy' food. And thanks to us, for generating their income. Let us not start with Raya preparations. Temptations, temptations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say 'kampung' life is more laid back, like in the country. But they too are busy people. Regardless in what nation they are, both conditions require mental and physical strength. A strength that needs to be recharged day in and day out. And food is a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Ramadhan teaches us to slow down the pace, suppress our yearnings, our emotional needs, and especially cleaning our internal combustion so as to start our refreshing journey until the next Ramadhan. Every 5,000km. Change oil. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grow up experiencing different feelings and encounter many situations during Ramadhan. As Ramadhan is the best month to properly cleanse ourselves and strengthen our faith, day and night. Something good will always come out as you consistently do good. If not, then teach ourselves to be patient, with yourself and life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is approaching soon, but firecrackers are already exploding. And Ramadhan... is always around the corner. Close to our hearts and souls  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-152700613654587197?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/152700613654587197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=152700613654587197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/152700613654587197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/152700613654587197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-of-ramadhan.html' title='&quot;Ramadhan is just around the corner...&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-882931370021290392</id><published>2009-08-20T16:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:15:18.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Greetings!</title><content type='html'>Salam and Greetings To All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, here's wishing everyone a wonderful Ramadhan and, may God bless us all in this glorious month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there's a lot of catching up to do and the clock is ticking remarkably fast these days. With all sorts of viruses flying around (both disease &amp; politic), we'd think the world is coming to an end. But in faith, I believe time is on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently urged by an English friend from Bristol to continue my writings. His encouragement (if I may say) caught me as a surprise. We met while he was traveling parts of the globe and became a guest in my home. We got off quite well and remain friends till this very day. One thing's for sure; he's a big fella. Anyway, thanks for the wake-up call Paul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 16th August 2009, I tied the knot, and not just any knot. The Wedding Knot. And the whole proceeding was but a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was kept simple, I would assume many were surprised and ticked off (for not telling), which was attended only by family and close friends, as we have decided that invitations for our celebration will be on the 17th of October 2009. But most important, we are now officially married. And thus begins this new life, bearing the responsibilities of both husband and wife, in the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-882931370021290392?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/882931370021290392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=882931370021290392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/882931370021290392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/882931370021290392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-greetings.html' title='Ramadhan Greetings!'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-5283665252742414208</id><published>2009-06-21T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:26:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabar &amp; Syukur"</title><content type='html'>Sesungguhnya Allah itu Maha memberi ketenangan hati dan ketenteraman jiwa kepada sesiapa  yang Dia kehendaki, dan kepada sesiapa yang benar-benar mempercayainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kehidupan setiap insan, pasti ada memiliki pengalaman pahit dan juga manis. Tiada siapa pun yang dapat lari dari mengalami kemelut dan kebahagiaan hidup. Yang pasti, setiap yang berlaku itu mempunyai pesanan dari Yang Maha Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kita bersungguh dalam mempelajari maksud dan pengertian hidup, kita akan lebih memahami akan kewujudan kita di bumi-Nya ini. Tatkala kita berdepan dengan apa jua masalah, maka bersabarlah, dan ketika kita diberikan dengan kelebihan seperti kekayaan, kesihatan ataupun kebahagiaan, maka bersyukurlah, senantiasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah berfirman, "Tidak aku jadikan jin dan manusia, melainkan untuk beribadah kepada-Ku". Dan sesungguhnya, bila kita memahami akan amanah yang telah diperintahkan kepada kita, maka kehidupan kita akan lebih bermakna dan terjamin. Yang mana, apabila kita melaksanakan tanggungjawab sebenar sebagai manusia, maka Allah akan memelihara seluruh kehidupan kita, keluarga dan keturunan kita. Kehidupan kita akan dipelihara sepanjang waktu samada dalam perhubungan sesama manusia, pekerjaan kita, kesihatan kita, dan setiap amalan kita adalah di bawah rahmat dan di dalam keberkatan-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam usaha untuk mencapai kenikmatan merasai kekuasaan-Nya, pasti ada jatuh bangun. Dan bila kita jatuh, kita bangkit kembali melaksanakan tugas dalam memanjat kembali tangga keimanan. Dan pasti juga, setiap kali kita melangkah menuju ke arah-Nya, akan ada halangan-halangan yang sentiasa melalaikan, dan memesongkan kita dari jalan-Nya yang benar lagi lurus. Walaubagaimanapun, percayalah, bahawa Allah itu Maha mengetahui akan setiap perkara yang berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kita mudah berputus asa dengan-Nya, kerana dalam setiap musibah ada pengajaran dan kelebihan. Terletak kepada kita untuk menilainya. Kita sering diingatkan, manusia berusaha tapi Allah penentu segala. Umpama mencantas harapan untuk meneruskan apa jua progres yang sedang dilakukan. Terkadang kita lupa bahawa disebalik ketentuan itu sebenarnya ada hikmah dan kebaikannya. Maka bersabar dan yakinlah dengan ketentuan-Nya. Allah Maha mengetahui apa yang terbaik untuk setiap hamba-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa manusia sentiasa bergolak. Hati sentiasa tidak keruan. Namun, jika kita benar-benar ikhlas dalam perjuangan menuju ke arah-Nya, insyaAllah kehidupan kita akan dipermudahkan, di dunia dan di akhirat, serta berada di bawah peliharaan-Nya di mana jua kita berada. Aamin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-5283665252742414208?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5283665252742414208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=5283665252742414208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5283665252742414208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5283665252742414208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabar-syukur.html' title='&quot;Sabar &amp; Syukur&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-1214032726973379706</id><published>2009-04-07T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:18:18.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>As the thrill builds up to our recording moments, last week had been quite hectic especially on the fourth of April. Everything seems to be happening on that one particular day. I can't even imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, my younger son participated in the running event held by his school at Bukit Jalil stadium. And on the same night, my daughter arrives from her Penang trip arranged by her school. Funny as how it seems, my brother too was acting in his first public theater presentation called 'Jamilah', I could only say, 'thank you' to their mother who made sure that everything settles. Because sadly, I was not able to attend any of it. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days in our lives, when we sometimes get caught in a situation, that does not seem to allow us to spend time to do what we want to do. If it's not a meeting, it's something else. Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes we just have to make time. And be sure not to break that promise you made to that someone. With hope, they understand that we never wanted to miss any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents usually compensate their kids with, well...almost anything. It could be a brand new mobile, or a laptop. It could be a bike that he always wanted, or a set of super-hero figurines. Even in relationships, single or married couples. We compensate to every whimsical requests, just to ensure everyones happiness. As long as its not a 20-carat diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some, have the luxury for these compensations, but not all. Some make do with just a simple 'Happy Birthday' wish. Others might throw parties and stuffs. Either way, everyone gets to enjoy themselves. If that makes them happy, then likewise, I should too. You have nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next couple of months will be filled with practices and training, listening and arranging, more discussions and solid preparations. Will keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-1214032726973379706?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1214032726973379706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=1214032726973379706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1214032726973379706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1214032726973379706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='In Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4415089060185445624</id><published>2009-04-04T22:18:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:56:51.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Three Singles"</title><content type='html'>Flashback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not so long ago when the band were busy with making preparation for a recording session. Yesterday was our first practice, exactly a week after the Sunburst KL09 show at Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club. After practice, we were updated with the recording of three new singles, a live stage performance on the 4th of July, and the possibility of a potential tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual during recording, much were required by each of us, mainly mentally and physically. Other than that, it's just the usual funding the right budget, finding the right sound, and of course, fitting with the right studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our return in August 2008, we've played big gigs and small ones. Not that there were many, but each show was worth appearing. When we came back into the scene, everything seems to be in place, just waiting to be utilized. From recording studio facilities, to the internet communication. Today, everything comes easy. We have our own page in MySpace, in Facebook, and even our own website for fans to find out the band's latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-appearing, has its advantages and disadvantages. We knew our die-hard fans are still around, and we got that settled. What we don't have is... the younger listening crowd. The ones making the hype of/to anything. But we did notice as the months go by, and after few appearances around town, we believe we were noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually... someone or somebody, would listen to our music, our songs, approving us as one of many great bands. I've come a long way with these guys and I can tell you this, I knew them from scratch! I've come to acclimatized to their characters &amp; behaviors especially when we were all young-er, but as time progresses... so did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bassist, is a towering lingering man/the elder/pipe man, who is a trusted employee to the government. Yes, the Malaysian government. I've always wondered how he manage to keep his long locks from being spotted at work. Clever. Happily married with a daughter, and still full of antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the drummer/writer/the bone/a purist who only knows the G note, and lives his life as it is written. Doesn't talk much, just go with the flow. Has a variety list of colorful past and professions. Some memorable, some good, some not so good. A self-taught player who wishes that he is--- actually pretty good. He knows his limitations, yet he believes... he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead guitarist/director/actor/model/official spokesman/the face of the band. Married to a famous actress. Everyone knows them, enough said. He's in an industry that enables greater success when/if well planned... but before now, he was youth-gone-wild. Believe me, he's very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guitarist/artist/thinker/wanderer/warrior. The band's torch bearer. I held on to it for as long as I could until I returned it to him in 2008. We were once roofed together for quite some time.. that's how we got acquainted. Our discussions diverse through the many topics. A close confidante. A single, passionate man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our vocalist/the voice/kid brother. Yup, he talks and sings the same voice. We only backed him up so he sounds better in the studio or on stage. But to the fact, from a 17-year old youth, he has grown to become a husband and a father. And he sounds so much better now. We will see more of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past has taught us so much that if not, we wouldn't be here today. And if it weren't for that one night at Damn Yankees, I wouldn't have met them. How symbolic it's all become, and at the same time amuses me how everything fits perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with hope by end of April, we'll be able to finish our recordings for your listening pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the band, here's wishing you all a long and prosperous success!!! Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4415089060185445624?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4415089060185445624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4415089060185445624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4415089060185445624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4415089060185445624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/latest-singles.html' title='&quot;Three Singles&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-2961417163165925754</id><published>2009-04-02T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T03:27:32.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip</title><content type='html'>Salam all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today around 7 am, my daughter went on her first long journey with the school to Penang. Her first solo, without a family member. Other than competing in the spelling bee contest against St. George, i take it that she'll have fun with her school friends there. I'm only able to assume she's excited about the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so are her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first. It was going back and forth from station to station... between home and school. I think it was kinda cool. About two hours drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall, there were a bunch of us from Pontian. And our usual transit point was of course, BP (Batu Pahat). We used to hang out there at a friend's family house in Bukit Pasir. Cool parents. So usually we had to take 4 bus stations check-point, from Muar to BP to Benut and finally, Pontian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus usually picks up passengers along the way between each bus station. My job was easy; just get on the bus, and sleep, 'cos my stop... is, the final station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically we were all kids, teenagers. We were once young. And sometimes, those experiences might do us some good, in our future. Without realizing that while we were young, once. Thus, the wheel has always been turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck in the competition princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2961417163165925754?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2961417163165925754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2961417163165925754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2961417163165925754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2961417163165925754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-trip.html' title='First Trip'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-1957733091073244026</id><published>2009-03-12T00:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:20:45.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday The 13th</title><content type='html'>Salam All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday the 13th... 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summoning up 2008, I bet we came across some very interesting characters. And regardless of all that has happened in the past, will be forgiven and forgotten. Today, we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As another promising year approaches, we savor the things that teaches us to be better, in mind, and in body. In some ways, yes, we fail. In others, we exceed yet to another level in our point of lives. Another single step to success. Day in and day out twenty-four-seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been concentrating on my readings. Knowing that we sometimes may take time so leisurely in doing things. But believe me this is not to become a habit. It only happens when you get a 'roadblock' in the writer's lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some need adrenalin to energize their lives. Some require peace and tranquility by traveling or shopping. While others, read to stimulate their minds. Whatever they may be, I do believe its only a form, or a habit they are accustomed to. Because each of us has a personal target of actually accomplishing or achieving 'something' we want in our lives. Big or small, the crowd would be one we can reach out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the opening of 2009, we hope and pray that --- the best is yet to come for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-1957733091073244026?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1957733091073244026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=1957733091073244026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1957733091073244026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1957733091073244026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title='Friday The 13th'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-7383895083141565453</id><published>2008-11-30T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:47:31.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>Way cool... that was all I could say after watching Bobby Kimball last night at HRC. Even though the gig started a bit late, I waited and let myself be amused by the patrons of HRC and its new surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Kimball is the vocalist/keyboardist for the legendary group TOTO, belting -out all time favorite songs like Rosanna, Africa, 99, Pamela, Hold the line, Only you, I'll be over you, and other great hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the real deal was only half the story. It's been quite awhile since I last went to HRC. The place has changed a lot ever since the renovation and honestly, it didn't 'feel' quite the same. Understanding the intention of renovating the place to keep up with the rest of night scene, I just accepted that maybe the change was only in the best of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall, everyone was able to enjoy the performance there then. But the newly renovated interior didn't seem to succeed the environment. The new dining section seemed more like a dining hall, separating the band from the rest of the crowd. Then again, I assume they have their own opinion to the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the place is still nothing less than a class of it's own. The high-end up-to-date designs still flaunts its famous all time graffiti frames stuck to their walls. The clock is nowhere to be found. As for bathrooms, it's still there and nothing much can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to Bobby, who is now in his late prime, still manage to give his best performance whether vocal or PR. His experience has undeniably reached its highest peak. The lyrics and songs takes you back in time, literally. I actually  sang along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the show ended. Bobby was at HRC's side entrance signing autographs for fans. I watched for awhile and finally left by 1am. I was too sleepy to continue, 'cos earlier on me and the band was having our own gig at capsquare, and that... was more fulfilling. I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7383895083141565453?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=37677564579' title='The Real Deal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7383895083141565453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7383895083141565453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7383895083141565453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7383895083141565453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-deal.html' title='The Real Deal'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-5762461460704469315</id><published>2008-10-25T00:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:11:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aging &amp; Dying"</title><content type='html'>Each day, we grow older, and a little closer... to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my brother celebrated his 15th birthday, exactly a month after my daughter's. And that is on a happier note. The sad news is... one of my aunt passed away around 9.30 pm last night in pontian, johor, aging and dying, all in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the mother to one of my closest cousin. By right, there shouldn't be any excuse for not going back despite the late news. Therefore, I rang up my cousin and my uncle conveying my condolence, and no matter what it is, my prayers are with her and may her soul rest in peace. That is more significant. End of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the elder sister to my late mother. Three of her siblings are still alive. Her passing reminded me of my parent’s death. I was fortunate to be around when they left the world. Honestly, I wasn't able to cry when they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone dies, nothing you do can make them return from the dead. We may mourn their death, but never grief to the point of abysmal (excessive wailing). It is prohibited, and it torments the dead. Instead, pray for them so that they return to God with His forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a point of no return. Learn from these experiences, as we too will face death one day. And when everyone and everything has perished, we will return again 'undead' in another world to be judged. Whether we understand or not these consequences, thus becomes an individual perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my prayers are with her and may her soul rest in peace... Al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-5762461460704469315?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5762461460704469315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=5762461460704469315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5762461460704469315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5762461460704469315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/ageing-dying.html' title='&quot;Aging &amp; Dying&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-8874380957923259921</id><published>2008-10-20T16:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:29:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONA LISA SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SPxAYUaB-MI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J_NMfzticiU/s1600-h/B0000DG06V.09.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SPxAYUaB-MI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J_NMfzticiU/s400/B0000DG06V.09.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259149251400825026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing else to do after lunch, so I decided to watch a movie. And this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1953, not many female students had the opportunity in choosing to further their college education. It was either getting married before you finish college, or after. That was it. But at Wellesly college, it was a time ripe for change for the women of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened by the presence of Katherine Ann Watson, beautifully portrait by Julia Roberts. The faculty of art history at Wellesley College is inclined to its historical traditions, and by far was never challenged. Ms Watson was determined to change that order, and she was there to make a difference. And she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she was invited to teach for another year, she was bind by the concluded conditions of the faculty. She lives by her own definition and would not be compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the limitations, she takes on the establishment and continued guiding her students to see beyond their life paintings. She became an example to all her students, and compelled them to see the world through new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong, nor right in making either decisions. Even in the teachings of Islam, women have their own rights within a certain clause. These clauses are made for their own protection, for their own good. And as long as they are not violated, I believe every woman will find the beauty to their own creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And any creation of God, is an impressive exquisiteness, even if it is just a story. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mona lisa smile"&lt;br /&gt;directed by Mark Newell&lt;br /&gt;written by Lawrence Konner &amp; Mark Rosenthal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8874380957923259921?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8874380957923259921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8874380957923259921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8874380957923259921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8874380957923259921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/mona-lisa-smile.html' title='MONA LISA SMILE'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SPxAYUaB-MI/AAAAAAAAAIw/J_NMfzticiU/s72-c/B0000DG06V.09.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-9069446660102796797</id><published>2008-10-20T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:36:52.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace &amp; Harmony</title><content type='html'>I received a call from a good friend who's ten years my senior, and is one of the board of directors for KOPRAHA (Koperasi Pelaburan Hartanah Berhad). We usually meet without prior arrangements, and have our regular 'coffee chats' at one of the restaurants in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first encounter was during Ramadhan 2006, and our conversations is mostly Godliness other than the typical out of the box topics. He reads a lot, and is vastly versed in various studies. The community in my area is well aware of this gifted man of economics and engineering background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What  got us heated in our conversation then was due to my personal problem, which troubled me severely. Depressed at the time, he offered me his views and eventually became my confidante when certain matter arises. Not that there were many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it was the one and only problem that we focused and absorbed on. A lot of ideas were congregated during which I slowly consumed to my understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first meeting, opened my perspective to a whole new frontier. Forced beyond my intellectual ability, left me sharp and well focused, and ultimately became my point of convergence. I thank him through his God given solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through our many dialogues, ideas and experiences were exchanged. He learns as much as I have, and this is the sort of comradeship that I had hoped to come across with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the length of our amusing and intriguing lives, we constantly seek in return the benevolent support from those we look up to and those whom we love. And within those years, we too have been countlessly misguided by many. But trust we keep in God, that in the end, the righteous path is always at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My telling this is not for me to understand alone. It is to be shared by all, and whether by virtuous or moral, I believe we all share a similar interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out y'all &amp; keep it tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-9069446660102796797?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/9069446660102796797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=9069446660102796797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9069446660102796797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9069446660102796797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-harmony.html' title='Peace &amp; Harmony'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-7576450934254063476</id><published>2008-10-18T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:51:44.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of life&lt;br /&gt;till the ending of time&lt;br /&gt;the presence of another being&lt;br /&gt;another love song to be sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black cloud roamed the skies&lt;br /&gt;upon this restless heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;deep within my heart still cries&lt;br /&gt;kept inside my sacred shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this dreaded soul&lt;br /&gt;is nothing but bold&lt;br /&gt;no one cares and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;trying hard but the feeling shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I remember&lt;br /&gt;the times spent together&lt;br /&gt;were hearts spent forever&lt;br /&gt;'cos I am a true believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God I hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;things would remain the same&lt;br /&gt;and only to one I would say&lt;br /&gt;all this is not a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the brave would say... Come What May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1995"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7576450934254063476?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7576450934254063476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7576450934254063476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7576450934254063476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7576450934254063476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-3638950842575392883</id><published>2008-10-16T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:17:13.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Exams... PMR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SPcUUM7GCvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4fnwxrggmOI/s1600-h/ist2_57262-scantron-optical-scan-exam-and-pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SPcUUM7GCvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4fnwxrggmOI/s400/ist2_57262-scantron-optical-scan-exam-and-pencil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257693427277368050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tock, tick, tock... my daughter wrote in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR examinations (Peperiksaan Menengah Rendah). In my days, we call it SRP (Sijil Rendah Pelajaran).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By tomorrow, Friday the 17th, my eldest child and my brother, will end their final PMR exams that has haunted them since the beginning of the week. As for my daughter, it's gonna be a subject, she's not too fancy about... geography. May God guide her through I pray... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know my own daughter for the past 15 years, has been pretty much interesting. Looking back at myself, at my own persona, she's likely to have the best of both worlds. Especially calculus from her mother, arts and literature from me. But unfortunately, she was never keen on sports, unlike her parents. Though she's slim built, she is healthy and cheerful, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gather it is never easy to be perfect. Much sacrifices need to be made. Both parents and children, because our children will one day bear and nurture their own. For some parents, it is a problem to even provide education to their children due to financial constraint, but never exhausting. While others, it is not much of a dilemma. And yet, parents still try their utmost best to provide  education, after education, after education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were teachers. Then, teachers were at their best, in everything. From classrooms to field events. When it comes to school programmes and activities, they deliver with their might, and wisdom. I never wanted to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet today I find myself teaching my own children, and at the same time, teaching myself to be a better teacher. After a few years I realized that it's only natural. And so spins the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never worry about becoming a parent. Just be... and pray and believe, that everything is taken cared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all fellow PMRians, Good Luck &amp; All The Best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3638950842575392883?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3638950842575392883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3638950842575392883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3638950842575392883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3638950842575392883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-spins-circle-of-life.html' title='Life Exams... PMR'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SPcUUM7GCvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4fnwxrggmOI/s72-c/ist2_57262-scantron-optical-scan-exam-and-pencil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-4930768067739376216</id><published>2008-10-06T15:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:04:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ramadhan &amp; Syawal"</title><content type='html'>Orang kata Puasa dan Raya hanya setahun sekali, dan sekali lagi Ramadhan dan Syawal akan berlalu meninggalkan kita seperti tahun-tahun yang sudah. Ketika di bulan Puasa, kita berjaya mengekang diri dari melakukan pelbagai aktiviti harian yang biasa kita amalkan pada lain-lain bulan. Tak kira buruk atau baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau diamati dengan sedalamnya, Ramadhan merupakan 'template' atau 'contoh' untuk bulan-bulan yang lain. Dan sepatutnya tiada apa-apa perbezaan. Walaubagaimanapun, memang benar bulan Ramadhan terdapat banyak keberkatan dan kemuliaannya. Dan banyak amalan dan contoh yang dianjurkan untuk kita amalkan bersama, di samping pelbagai email dan kata-kata nasihat yang diterima sepanjang Ramadhan. Dengan doa dan harapan, agar semuanya ini tidak hanya terbatas untuk Ramadhan sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika semua yang kita baca, lihat, dengar dan amalkan sepanjang Ramadhan, dibawa terus kepada bulan-bulan yang lainnya, bayangkanlah keberkatan dan kemuliaan yang dapat kita perolehi sepanjang tahun, selagi masih ada umur yang panjang. Kita hanyalah manusia yang memang sentiasa melakukan kesilapan. Dan kedatangan Syawal banyak memberi peluang untuk kita bermaaf-maafan sesama manusia. Bagaimana pula sesudah Syawal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, kita semua masih berusaha untuk memperbaiki diri sendiri, untuk kebaikan ummah sejagat. Maka, jadikanlah Ramadhan dan Syawal sebagai contoh bulan-bulan yang terbaik untuk kita menyambungkan usaha-usaha yang mulia ini pada bulan-bulan yang seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4930768067739376216?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4930768067739376216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4930768067739376216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4930768067739376216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4930768067739376216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramadhan-syawal.html' title='&quot;Ramadhan &amp; Syawal&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4722898707556542626</id><published>2008-10-03T04:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:41:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st &amp; 2nd Raya 2008 - "A Mission of Ocean"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUxB88n0AI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MeYD8pJvsqU/s1600-h/mission_impossible_2_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUxB88n0AI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MeYD8pJvsqU/s400/mission_impossible_2_front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252658450007576578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUxLvRJTyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yMCpFTkfDXI/s1600-h/oceans12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUxLvRJTyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yMCpFTkfDXI/s400/oceans12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252658618134253346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of Raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Raya prayers, and after spending a few moments with my kids, I went home alone, and rest. For me, there was nothing else to do other than, sleep. I'm still in the process of changing my sleeping schedule after spending the rest of Ramadhan staying up till sahur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, there was nothing much to do as all the shops, especially the 'mamak' restaurants were all closed. Thus, KFC was my final solution to dinner. I would assumed everyone else was enjoying their cookies, rendang and lemang. Then again, what else is there to devour during Raya other than the usual traditional delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night falls, loneliness began reaching out to me. The only thing that kept me company was the pouring of SMSs. This is my first time spending Raya, alone. My uncle had already 'kidnapped' my brother way before Raya starts, of which I don't mind. As long as it makes him happy. I know my grandmother (my late father's mother) would be delighted to see him coming to Banting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In boredom, I spent the night watching the Ocean's. Namely, Ocean's 11, 12 and 13. Great movie with a wonderful line of casts. Two things: One, you can't wipe that smirk of Brad's face and Two, Catherine Zeta Jones is amazingly beautiful. I can assure you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to top it off, I got a visit from a good friend of mine. Who happens to be my band mate too. We had a great conversation, and covered some good informations on several stuffs from life, down to politics. So to Poji, I thank you for keeping me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second day of Raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of a late wake up call. Surprisingly, one of the 'mamak' restaurants were open and thus, saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I watched another trilogy. Impossible Mission Force, or IMF for short. Namely, mission impossible l, ll and lll. Agent Ethan Hunt, brilliantly portrayed by none other than, Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of MI-lll, I came up with a few conclusions. Both trilogies, Ocean and Mission Impossible, allowed the actors to play a character within their characters. It's like a movie full of actors acting out. But one thing's for sure in Ocean is, can you imagine the amount of bribery in it? I guess it's true that money, does make the world go round, and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the men in great suits would just trigger the audience to actually buy and wear them. Just to look and become them. Well, I  really hope we don't. It's just another movie. And we've been paying for their profits so they could all walk the red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my muslim and muslimah friends, I wish you all a "Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin. May God bless and forgive us all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4722898707556542626?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4722898707556542626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4722898707556542626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4722898707556542626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4722898707556542626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission-of-ocean.html' title='My 1st &amp; 2nd Raya 2008 - &quot;A Mission of Ocean&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUxB88n0AI/AAAAAAAAAIY/MeYD8pJvsqU/s72-c/mission_impossible_2_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-3999502835590125081</id><published>2008-10-03T04:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:30:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love &amp; Be Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUvLyRRsPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/igq7wYsKsRY/s1600-h/800_3549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUvLyRRsPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/igq7wYsKsRY/s400/800_3549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656419916853490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep the night before Raya. God knows why... yes, He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When morning came, I prepared myself for the Raya prayers. Both my sons, Danial and Izzat accompanied me to the mosque. Once the 'khutbah' or Raya sermon ended, we went back to the apartment and I took the chance of taking their pictures. All four of them. My girls, Farah and Hannah never looked more prettier, while the boys are as dashing as always. And they've all grown up. Looking at them, I realize one day, they too will all leave the nest like the rest of us did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our snappy photo session, they all went to their grandparents place, while I decided to stay behind. It seemed awkward to return to that home. It just wasn't right anymore. And things won't be like they were before. Maybe not for me. I've decided to move on. I want to change. Change for the good of things, in life, in the eyes of God. To start a new beginning isn't always easy, then again, it's really not that difficult of a task. It's more of how we look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we're all destined to learn to change and be a better person. In fact, I believe we all should change. I can't expect everyone to understand this, but I have faith that we all will one day, if we know what's best for us and for our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hoped, that we will first learn to love ourselves, before we decide to love others. Only after we've achieved that, are we able to proceed to the next level. Because, without understanding that achievement, we are nothing. Though the fact that we are nothing, we too are gifted with the will to love, and be loved, through the One true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3999502835590125081?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3999502835590125081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3999502835590125081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3999502835590125081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3999502835590125081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-to-be-loved.html' title='To Love &amp; Be Loved'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SOUvLyRRsPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/igq7wYsKsRY/s72-c/800_3549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-339205885154622741</id><published>2008-09-20T02:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:40:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer to Tun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNP-U_WAg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Xv1B8dPJ6D8/s1600-h/tun-dr-mahathir-as-pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNP-U_WAg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Xv1B8dPJ6D8/s400/tun-dr-mahathir-as-pm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247817627371340642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there was a time when Tun Mahathir was Prime Minister of Malaysia, many wanted to approach and tell him personally how supportive we were. The only time I ever got close to Tun was when he officiated the 'Keris Sang Puteri' at Istana Budaya's first ever musical theater performance. I could only watched him at the podium from the sidelines. Well, with today's technology, now we all can. To those who are in tune with Facebook, we are able to be 'closer' to him. To tell him the things we never could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my father who was bedridden and passed away in 2002 due to meningitis was considered as one of many who supported Tun during his tenure of 22 years. Other than within UMNO, he was also involved as a facilitator for the Biro Tata Negara (BTN). To those who know, BTN was like an underground tactical team who worked day in and day out for the malays, especially the young ones. His main concern then, was to ensure that we realize how important it is to know our nation's history. Many have sacrificed towards today's glorified development. And it is therefore our duty today, to sacrifice for our younger generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to me, it is not a matter of who or what party reigns, but we ourselves, as the people of this nation to come forth and protect what is duly ours. To stand unite as one nation, and protect our country from the many who have always tried to break us apart. To maintain peace and order, and so forth. When my father was alive, I made my statement of telling him that I shall never involve myself with politics. I may not be a politician, but I do know who to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wasssalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-339205885154622741?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/339205885154622741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=339205885154622741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/339205885154622741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/339205885154622741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/09/closer-to-tun.html' title='Closer to Tun'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNP-U_WAg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Xv1B8dPJ6D8/s72-c/tun-dr-mahathir-as-pm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-6844031450564950171</id><published>2008-09-06T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:36:52.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why they call me.. German</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNP_RqLITRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q4aSgqk0rKI/s1600-h/fazerev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNP_RqLITRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q4aSgqk0rKI/s400/fazerev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247818669660589330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asks.. let's not waste time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a college friend from pahang who is now a well-known painter artiste. Till today, I just can't figure out how the heck did he ever ever think that I was a mixed born. To say the fact that I am, descendants of Jawa and Bugis. Still mixed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway.. he linked me to a german. From thereon, he never called my real name... I don't think he even knows my real name.. :). Alas, the name German sticks like a glue on the walls of ITM, for as long as I was there. Even the lecturers call me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, the name would pop up again.. until I worked in an All-Malay advertising company. There, I met most of my old college mates. Eventually, the name starts prancing about again, till even the clients call me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really bother me at all really. We all have nicknames ;)  So, that's why they call me.. German. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-6844031450564950171?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6844031450564950171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=6844031450564950171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6844031450564950171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6844031450564950171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-they-call-me-german.html' title='Why they call me.. German'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNP_RqLITRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q4aSgqk0rKI/s72-c/fazerev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-1845261391724052491</id><published>2008-09-06T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:11:12.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a process..</title><content type='html'>At 36, your mind starts to break all elements of topics, and into segments of choices, opinions, history and actions. Understanding each crucial topic, turning it so it satisfies everyone, without even having to tell anyone. Well, at least that's what I'm thinking anyway... can't expect Everyone to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, whenever one clicks into their favorite 'web' site (and already a member), they'll eventually stumble across a section that says, 'About Me' or 'My Profile'. And we read all these interesting characters chatting about their lives, all within the walls of web. We know who we're talking about... us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it is written in the Quran that tells us to Learn To Know Ourselves. Who we are and who do we belong to, what are we suppose to do and so forth. Depends... on the person. Each human carries their own responsibility, have their own path, and blessed with individual intellectual and talents and capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different ways of learning about things, anything and everything. Only a friction of our brain is used throughout our lives. So think again, because God works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is, we all learn to know ourselves. Day in and day out. We do mistakes and we amend them in our prayers. In time, we will truly know ourselves, and all that is bad will seize to exist. Time is everything, and so is 'timing'.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-1845261391724052491?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1845261391724052491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=1845261391724052491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1845261391724052491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1845261391724052491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-just-process.html' title='It&apos;s just a process..'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-3705955658327363395</id><published>2008-08-31T15:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:46:25.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Tower: OAG Merdeka Tour 2008... bukan sekadar hiburan semata2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNQBeXjlk4I/AAAAAAAAAII/dVOQcXKqUhE/s1600-h/faiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNQBeXjlk4I/AAAAAAAAAII/dVOQcXKqUhE/s400/faiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247821087024452482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam (30hb Ogos 2008), Dead Mushroom menyampaikan 3 lagu dari album 1997 mereka termasuk 1 lagu baru yang bertajuk 'Nowhere'. Walaupun hujan turun lebat seketika, namun penonton masih setia mendengar lagu2 yang disampaikan oleh band2 yang terlibat dengan 'event' tersebut. Yang pasti, 'organiser' telah menjalankan peranan mereka dengan baik sekali. Di mana persembahan telah dihentikan dengan niat menghormati masuknya waktu solat dan persembahan disambung kembali sesudah azan. Pada pemerhatian saya, kebanyakkan dari penonton berumur dalam lingkungan 17 hingga 30 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai persembahan, ada di antara kami meneruskan perjalanan ke surau KL Tower untuk solat asar. Saya lihat surau penuh, lalu kami pun menanti giliran. Tapi yang saya nampak, penonton2 yang berumur lingkungan umur2 tadilah yang telah meramaikannya... tapi itu bilik solat lelaki lah, bilik solat perempuan saya tak tahu ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ketikanya, kita jangan terlalu cepat dan mudah menuding jari ataupun bertanggapan negatif, apatah lagi berburuk sangka dengan sesetengah golongan muda-mudi kita hari ini. Ya, mungkin mereka kelihatan muda, tapi masih ada di kalangan mereka yang tahu, dan mengerti tanggungjawab mereka sebagai seorang individu muslim. Sebab itu kita selalu dengar, 'Don't Read A Book By It's Cover'. Perasaan yang timbul pada ketika itu hanya satu, iaitu bangga. Walaupun kami sekadar bermain muzik, namun kami tahu ada tugas yang lebih penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaubagaimanapun, ini hanyalah sekadar pendapat dan pandangan yang jelas kelihatan kerana saya juga sebahagian dari komuniti tersebut. Kita semua pernah muda dan melakukan pelbagai kesilapan namun, pengalaman dan didikan jugalah yang banyak memainkan peranan dalam membentuk kehidupan kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3705955658327363395?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3705955658327363395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3705955658327363395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3705955658327363395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3705955658327363395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/08/oag-merdeka-tour-2008-bukan-sekadar.html' title='KL Tower: OAG Merdeka Tour 2008... bukan sekadar hiburan semata2...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNQBeXjlk4I/AAAAAAAAAII/dVOQcXKqUhE/s72-c/faiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-7321309930431049389</id><published>2008-08-28T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:14:34.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it necessary?</title><content type='html'>In life, I've come across quite a number of people who has so much anger, hate and depression in life. Yes, we all do, and yes we all were equipped with it especially during our younger years. That I understand. But as we grow older, do we really need to have all those? I mean, is it really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we don't know how long will we live in this life. I don't want to die an angry old man, or to even be remembered as one. I don't hate anyone. Why should I. Do I get a better salary for being one? Will I get richer if I become one? Will I get more friends by having that attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, we all were at one time, maybe, was that person. But I've done enough and seen enough. I had my shares, and I didn't like who I became. It's not me, and it's not how we should be. It all depends on how we look at things. I can pray for those people, but I can't make them change. We are, who we choose to be. And I choose to be a man of God. To keep on asking for His forgiveness without fail, and pray He'll lead and keep me on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7321309930431049389?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7321309930431049389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7321309930431049389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7321309930431049389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7321309930431049389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-necessary.html' title='Is it necessary?'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-7748053507612601072</id><published>2008-08-28T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:51:54.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebahagiaan Sebenar...</title><content type='html'>Ramai diantara kita yang terkadang terlepas pandang dengan tujuan sebenar berlakunya sesuatu perkara atau keadaan. Dan tidak kurang juga di mana kita dengan mudah, tewas dengan emosi. Biasanya kita tewas dengan emosi. Itu tugas iblis untuk memporak perandakan kehidupan manusia. Dia suka. Itu kerja dia sejak azali. Dan itu tugasan kepada terciptanya Iblis. Cara yang terbaik untuk mengatasi kelebihan mereka adalah dengan bersabar. Di situlah letaknya keberkatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam dunia ini, tiada yang pasti dan tiada yang kekal. Untuk menerima sesuatu persoalan atau pendapat juga ada caranya. Kalau dipandang dengan cara negatif, maka negatiflah jadinya dan begitu juga sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang sebenarnya, ada pengajaran di sebalik setiap yang berlaku. Terletaklah pada kita untuk belajar menerima atau menolak. Situasi yang sedang dialami sekarang tidak menyatakan apa-apa. Ianya sebahagian dari proses kehidupan. Ia tidak bermakna bahawa perkara yang berlaku merupakan suatu kesudahan sesebuah cerita. Akan tetapi, hanya sekadar memberi laluan untuk kita lebih memahami diri kita sendiri untuk perjalanan yang seterusnya, lantas menjadikan kita hamba yang lebih baik keperibadiannya. Siapa yang tidak mahukan kebahagiaan? Sudah pasti semua. Tapi yang kita mahukan adalah kebahagiaan yang berpanjangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebahagiaan yang berasaskan kepada sumber yang Satu. Yang menjanjikan kebahagiaan yang kekal abadi. Tetapi sebelum dapat mengecapi kebahagiaan tersebut, perlulah usaha yang ikhlas dan jitu. Setelah sabar dapat ditakluki, insyaallah segalanya akan dipermudahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara cara lain yang dapat mengukuhkan lagi keperibadian adalah dengan berdoa sesudah solat. Minta dengan cara dan melalui proses yang betul. Di situ letaknya kelebihan setiap manusia yang tidak dimilikki oleh makhluk-Nya yang lain. Anda mahukan sesuatu? Mintalah dari Dia. Sesungguhnya Dia Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Pengasihani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7748053507612601072?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7748053507612601072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7748053507612601072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7748053507612601072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7748053507612601072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/08/kebahagiaan-sebenar.html' title='Kebahagiaan Sebenar...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-3948510289344534230</id><published>2008-08-27T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:40:49.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNQAHqU3-SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BA2YsDCs8yc/s1600-h/al-quran-yang-mulia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNQAHqU3-SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BA2YsDCs8yc/s400/al-quran-yang-mulia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247819597414398242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across my kids blog. They're all writing. Which is good 'cos it builds their character. Words are what we all started with. That is how our Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) learned his first words, of God. All of his words, are the words of God. Therefore, none should be taken lightly. The statements he made are right down facts. And as how he confronted them all are also through the words of God Almighty. He took and carried those words with a serious tone. I believe we all should too. How else should we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons to why all prophets are men. And there's a very good reason why God created Man first as His Khalifah to walk His earth. And yet today, some of us still question it as why? I don't see the need to question anything about it. But then again, not everyone understands. Not everyone is given the opportunity to learn. Thus, we forgive them and pray one day they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the essence of learning, time is everything. We were all young once and we all did at some point some very terrible mistakes. Whetever they were, we eventually grew up. We may choose to either be mature or otherwise. And that is when and where we make the right choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3948510289344534230?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3948510289344534230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3948510289344534230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3948510289344534230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3948510289344534230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/08/young-bloggers.html' title='Word of God'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SNQAHqU3-SI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BA2YsDCs8yc/s72-c/al-quran-yang-mulia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-6638673928268353730</id><published>2008-08-27T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:22:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Know What We Think We Know?</title><content type='html'>Day in and day out we learn something new. Literally. That is if someone is willing to teach us. But then again, if we are willing to learn, or not... is our decision. I've had my share of mistakes, like everyone else. Some ponders throughout the night before they go to sleep. While some, just never seem to notice the seconds that pass by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not here to blame others. We are here for a reason and that reason is stated. If we understand that reason, we shall act as how we all should. If we don't, then try to understand why. Work titles or salary amount doesn't really mean anything, really. We are all the same. But like I said, we're only humans. Our emotion usually gets in the way of our thinking ability. Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our political surroundings is probably the best example at present. I just couldn't be bothered. We're just killing ourselves, one after another. For what? And obviously, we all have our answers to everything. We think we know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, what do we really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-6638673928268353730?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6638673928268353730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=6638673928268353730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6638673928268353730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6638673928268353730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-learn.html' title='Do We Know What We Think We Know?'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-8688400093790023614</id><published>2008-07-21T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:40:42.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's one for the road</title><content type='html'>Just for the fun of it (or is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrow goes forward only after pulling it backward.&lt;br /&gt;Bullet goes forward only after pressing the trigger backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human being will 'get' happy only after facing the difficulties in their life path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to face your difficulties,  they'll push you forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never explain yourself to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the person who likes you doesn't need it&lt;br /&gt;and the person who dislikes you wont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect… that’s why pencils have erasers ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8688400093790023614?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8688400093790023614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8688400093790023614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8688400093790023614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8688400093790023614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-one-for-road.html' title='Here&apos;s one for the road'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-9029074464174926188</id><published>2008-07-21T04:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:05:35.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Band Played On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SIOagQ9K8BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/04TgT0Rs5a8/s1600-h/Single+Insert+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SIOagQ9K8BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/04TgT0Rs5a8/s400/Single+Insert+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225189871777935378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did seemed like years ago. Six, to be exact. And I waited...yes I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since our last hang out. The return of the band wasn't something we planned, nor hoped. As of date, we are still working. We have careers and responsibilities. And with the strength of 13 years of friendship, we think differently now and we stand delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rekindled our past 'experiences', we are now definite and confident. And yeah, we realize there's a lot to be done. We are aware of the band's current situation, and we're not going kamikaze like we did before. This time around, we make the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with the unbelievable support of our fans (Dead Mushroom's MySpace), thus came the call to our first performance. We had a blast at KL Indie Fest 2008 held at KL Tower recently. The crowd was unbelievably frenzy at a rate of 6,000 rpm, and it didn't stopped there. Inspiring as it was for us, we believe we gave our best. But our best show is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a week after our first appearance in 6 years, I received a call... for 2 more shows. That's a 'comeback' response we didn't expect in such a short notice. Then again, 'rezeki jangan ditolak'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-9029074464174926188?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/9029074464174926188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=9029074464174926188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9029074464174926188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9029074464174926188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-band-played-on.html' title='And The Band Played On...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SIOagQ9K8BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/04TgT0Rs5a8/s72-c/Single+Insert+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-8930375292707296721</id><published>2008-07-05T23:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:23:02.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL INDIE FEST 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SG-Uva4_wkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pqjMxAUlGXI/s1600-h/kl05072008233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SG-Uva4_wkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pqjMxAUlGXI/s400/kl05072008233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219554035538838082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam All...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy really, but here's what's been happening lately (view for more pics):&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23855&amp;id=679284056&amp;op=6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great! We had a blast! And the crowd was fabulous! What else can I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8930375292707296721?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8930375292707296721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8930375292707296721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8930375292707296721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8930375292707296721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/07/kl-indie-fest-2008.html' title='KL INDIE FEST 2008'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/SG-Uva4_wkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pqjMxAUlGXI/s72-c/kl05072008233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-7153565259187004083</id><published>2008-05-29T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:07:32.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Under One Roof"</title><content type='html'>SUAMI sebagai pemimpin rumah tangga semestinya sentiasa kreatif dalam mendidik isteri. Allah membekalkan kepada kaum lelaki kekuatan akal yang rasional, tidak terlalu emosional atau tidak mudah didorong oleh perasaan. Oleh sebab itulah lelaki dikurniakan sembilan akal dan satu nafsu. Jika kekuatan akal ini dapat dimanfaatkan dengan sebaik-baiknya, ditambah dengan kesabaran serta kekuatan jasmani untuk mencari nafkah keluarga, maka suami akan menjadi pelindung dan pendidik yang berwibawa. Bermulanya kebahagiaan sesebuah rumah tangga ialah apabila suami dapat menggunakan kekuatan akalnya serta kesabaran dalam menghadapi karenah dan ragam isteri. Firman Allah yang  bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lelaki adalah pemimpin (pembela dan pelindung) bagi wanita, kerana Tuhan telah melebihkan yang satu dari yang lainnya, dan kerana suami telah menafkahkan sebahagian daripada hartanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu pendapat mengatakan bahawa lelaki adalah makhluk akal dan wanita adalah makhluk rasa. Perasaan wanita terlalu mudah terusik dengan suasana dan keadaan sekeliling. Lantaran itulah lelaki hendaklah banyak menggunakan daya fikir dalam menghadapi wanita. Kalau umpamanya isteri sedang berduka, suami perlu merancang untuk mewujudkan perasaan &lt;br /&gt;gembira di dada isteri. Di sinilah perlunya strategi dalam mendidik isteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaum wanita memang dibekalkan dengan sembilan nafsu dan satu akal berbanding dengan lelaki yang sebaliknya. Nafsu yang dimaksudkan bukanlah nafsu seks semata-mata tetapi nafsu yang menyebabkan seseorang itu mudah tidak sabar, mudah berprasangka, pemarah, pemboros dalam berbelanja, dan sebagainya. Hasil dorongan nafsu itulah lahirnya pelbagai perasaan di dada wanita. Atas dasar inilah wanita mesti dipandu atau dibimbing oleh lelaki agar segala tindak tanduknya tidak melulu dan mengikut perasaan semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebijaksanaan mesti disertai pula dengan kesabaran. Kedua-duanya mesti ada pada seorang suami. Kesabaran tanpa kebijaksanaan menyebabkan suami menurut saja kemahuan isteri sehingga isteri besar kepala. Manakala kebijaksanaan tanpa kesabaran akan menyebabkan suami tewas dengan nafsunya sendiri sehingga bertindak ganas dan boleh membahayakan isteri. Maknanya, tanpa kesabaran seseorang itu hilang pertimbangan akal dan tidak dapat lagi melihat sesuatu persoalan &lt;br /&gt;dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkala apabila berhadapan dengan kaum perempuan yang pendek akalnya, kaum lelaki mudah naik angin. Memang tidak dinafikan ada masanya perempuan mengambil masa untuk memahami sesuatu perkara. Bagaimanapun, kaum lelaki mestilah menyedari hakikat bahawa kaum perempuan memang sediakala lemah pemikirannya. Oleh sebab itu, kaum &lt;br /&gt;lelaki mestilah bersedia untuk mendidik isteri dengan penuh kasih sayang tanpa rasa jemu walaupun mengambil masa yang panjang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang dimaksudkan dengan unsur kasih sayang dalam mendidik isteri bukanlah sekadar kata-kata asmara dana atau pujuk rayu. Tetapi ia lebih daripada itu. Sifat dan perwatakan suami itu sendiri hendaklah mempunyai ciri pengasih. Sekalipun jika dia seorang pemimpin. Ada waktu-waktu yang tertentu apabila suami bersama isteri, kita hendaklah merendahkan sifat ego kita. Ini menunjukkan bahawa pada masa-masa tertentu suami mesti pandai memikat hati isteri asalkan tidak sampai &lt;br /&gt;terlalai hingga menurut saja segala kemahuan isteri. Di sinilah perlunya ketegasan seorang suami. Tegas dalam syariat dan tegas dalam perjuangan. Tegas tidak pula bermakna kasar atau garang cuma jangan sampai kerana hendak melayan kehendak isteri, syariat dan perjuangan terpaksa diketepikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu perkara lagi biasanya kaum perempuan suka berleter atau sesetengah orang mengatakan macam mulut murai. Suami yang bijak akan berdiam dan tidak menjawab leteran isteri. Ini bukan bermakna suami mengalah, tetapi sebagai satu strategi. Ibarat orang sedang sakit gigi. Gigi yang sakit jangan terus dicabut kerana akan bertambah sakitnya.. Hendaklah tunggu sehingga sakitnya berkurangan barulah dicabut. Maknanya isteri yang sedang berleter, jangan dinasihati. Hendaklah tunggu keadaannya menjadi kendur barulah boleh dinasihati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan nasihat itu mestilah kena pada tempatnya. Maka barulah diterima dan dirasakan seperti kepala yang disirami embun pagi pada kala panas terik. Rasulullah s.a.w juga pernah berhadapan dengan karenah perempuan yang suka berleter. Rasulullah s.a.w tidak menjawab sepatah pun. Baginda memberi peluang kepada perempuan tersebut meluahkan ketidakpuasan hatinya. Apabila kesemuanya telah diluahkan, barulah baginda memberi penjelasan atau pun memaafkan saja dan melupakan perkara tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak semua suami memiliki isteri yang banyak karenah. Beruntunglah suami yang memiliki isteri yang sikapnya terlalu pangasih terhadap suami dan anak-anak. Perempuan sebegini rela mengorbankan seluruh jiwa dan raganya untuk kebahagiaan suami dan anak-anak. Dia akan bersikapsebagai penghibur, penyayang, pendorong, dan pembantu kepada &lt;br /&gt;perjuangan suami sekiranya suaminya seorang pejuang atau pendakwah. Isteri begini bukan sahaja tidak membebankan suami dengan masalah-masalahnya bahkan dia akan berusaha untuk menyelesaikan masalah suaminya. Sabda Rasulullah s.a.w yang bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barangsiapa memiliki isteri yang solehah maka sesungguhnya ia telah memiliki separuh daripada agamanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah s.a.w juga bersabda yang bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunia adalah hiasan dan hiasan yang terbaik ialah memiliki isteri yang solehah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila wanita dapat dididik dengan betul maka ia dapat memberi kebaikan kepada seluruh umat kerana di tangan wanitalah penentu corak generasi akan datang. Kelembutan dan kehalusan belaian tangan wanita yang solehah akan membahagiakan seluruh isi alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7153565259187004083?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7153565259187004083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7153565259187004083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7153565259187004083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7153565259187004083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-one-roof.html' title='&quot;Under One Roof&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-5672629456520520944</id><published>2008-04-10T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:22:10.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relationship...</title><content type='html'>First off, it is important to ask yourself what you consider a real relationship to be. You need to understand what your needs and desires are from another person, and what you are willing to give them. This way, you can see early in your first dates, if you wish to continue and work towards a future together, and if the other person feels the same of course (both sides count).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       Once you have decided to have an official relationship, you both need to remember what brought the two of you together in the first place. For instance, what attracted you to each other both physically and emotionally? What do you admire about his or her personality? This will help not taking the other for granted, which can often happen after two people have been together for a long time. This does not mean the love is fading, but it does mean that there is lack of effort. People tend to get lazy after a while, because they feel comfortable and safe. This problem can be solved when both people are willing to make the time and effort... aka sacrificies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       Everyone is independent in their own beliefs and ideas about things, so never expect a person to always see things your way. However, it is important to have similar expectations out of a relationship, if you wish to avoid frequent arguments. Look for things like whether or not it is important for the both of you to see each other everyday, or have sex often. While seeing each other on a daily basis seems wonderful and healthy to some people, others may feel smothered and need space to have some alone time. Or if sex is on the top of your list, but is not on your partners, you might want to consider that, unless you do not mind waiting or taking care of yourself once in a while…depending on how long you have to wait!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       Patience is one of the main keys to a healthy relationship. There are times when our partner will not respond in a way in which is pleasing to us, but this does not mean we have to take it so seriously or personally. Always slow down, take a deep breath and think of reasons why your partner may be acting a certain way. Assuming and jumping to conclusions is always an unhealthy step to take because it shows your partner that they are not entitled to act freely and they feel attacked, not to mention it shows that you automatically assume the worst of them. Give your partner some time and let them know that you will be there for them when they are ready to talk. No matter what the situation may be, patience is golden in a relationship, unless your partner never wants to discuss matters with you (which would mean you need counseling or leave the relationship).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       Honesty is also at the top of everyone’s list when it comes to what people want out of a relationship. A person needs to know that they can trust their mate because it builds a zone of safety and comfortableness around them. They need to know that they can at least rely on their loving partner to tell them the truth, no matter what. Being human means NOT being perfect, which means we will make mistakes. Now, we should not let that fact lead us to making mistakes we already know are wrong ahead of time. If your partner deliberately makes mistakes or you knowingly make mistakes, it shows that you or your partner lacks respect and care for the other. This is unhealthy for the relationship. What is healthy however, is realizing that the mistake you committed is a mistake. You or your partner need to know that what they did was wrong and they need to feel the sympathy for what they did. Once you or partner have realized this, it becomes an opening for both parties to make the effort towards bonding the relationship stronger and longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-5672629456520520944?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5672629456520520944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=5672629456520520944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5672629456520520944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5672629456520520944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/04/relationship.html' title='The Relationship...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-4690529852137865120</id><published>2008-04-01T06:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:41:40.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The LOVE"</title><content type='html'>Love is always patience and kind.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NEVER JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never boastful or conceited.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NEVER RUDE OR SELFISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not take offence and is not resentful.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TAKES NO PLEASURE IN OTHER PEOPLE'S SINS BUT DELIGHTS IN THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope...&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ENDURE WHATEVER COMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASSALAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4690529852137865120?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4690529852137865120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4690529852137865120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4690529852137865120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4690529852137865120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='&quot;The LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-1465437894963451215</id><published>2008-02-03T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:37:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sujud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R6T87hpVb9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kvFzKcS4I9E/s1600-h/sujudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R6T87hpVb9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kvFzKcS4I9E/s400/sujudd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162529172447653842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikmah yg tersembunyi ketika sujud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia melakukan sujud dalam 2 bentuk, iaitu sujud fizikal seperti ketika bersolat dan sujud spiritual berbentuk ketaatan kepada perintah Allah s.w.t. dan menjauhi larangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulama mengatakan sujud ketika solat adalah waktu manusia paling hampir dengan Allah dan mereka menggalakkan kita bersujud lebih lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara hikmah lain sujud adalah melegakan system pernafasan dan mengembalikan kedudukan organ ke tempat asalnya.  Bernafas ketika sujud pula boleh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Membetulkan kedudukan buah pinggang yang terkeluar sedikit dari tempat asalnya.&lt;br /&gt;- Membetulkan pundit peranakan yang jatuh.&lt;br /&gt;- Melegakan sakit hernia.&lt;br /&gt;- Mengurangkan sakit senggugut ketika haid.&lt;br /&gt;- Melegakan paru-paru daripada ketegangan.&lt;br /&gt;- Mengurangkan kesakitan bagi pesakit apendiks atau limpa.&lt;br /&gt;- Kedudukan sujud adalah paling baik untuk berehat dan mengimbangkan lingkungan bahagian belakang tubuh.&lt;br /&gt;- Meringankan bahagian pelvis.&lt;br /&gt;- Memberi dorongan supaya mudah tidur.&lt;br /&gt;- Menggerakkan otot bahu, dada, leher, perut serta punggung ketika akan sujud dan bangun daripada sujud.&lt;br /&gt;- Pergerakan otot itu menjadikan ototnya lebih kuat dan elastik, secara otomatik memastikan kelicinan perjalanan darah yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;- Bagi wanita, pegerakan otot itu menjadikan buah dadanya lebih baik, mudah berfungsi untuk menyusukan bayi dan terhindar daripada sakit buah dada.&lt;br /&gt;- Mengurangkan kegemukan&lt;br /&gt;- Pergerakan bahagian otot memudahkan wanita bersalin, organ peranakan mudah kembali ke tempat asal serta terhindar daripada sakit gelombang perut (convulsions)&lt;br /&gt;- Organ terpenting iaitu otak manusia menerima banyak bekalan darah dan oksigen.&lt;br /&gt;- Mengelakkan pendarahan otak jika tiba-tiba menerima pengepaman darah ke otak secara kuat dan mengejut serta terhindar penyakit salur darah dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari segi psikologi pula, sujud membuatkan kita merasa rendah diri di hadapan Yang Maha Pencipta sekaligus mengikis sifat sombong, riak, takbur dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari segi perubatan, kesan sujud yang lama akan menambahkan kekuatan aliran darah ke otak yang boleh mengelakkan pening kepala dan migraine, menyegarkan otak serta menajamkan akal fikiran sekaligus menguatkan mentaliti seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut kajian, terdapat beberapa urat saraf di dalam otak manusia yang tidak dimasuki darah sedangkan setiap inci otak manusia memerlukan darah yang cukup untuk berfungsi secara normal dan sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-1465437894963451215?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1465437894963451215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=1465437894963451215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1465437894963451215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1465437894963451215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/02/sujud.html' title='The Sujud...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R6T87hpVb9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kvFzKcS4I9E/s72-c/sujudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-3602542127257900256</id><published>2008-02-03T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:41:05.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Adultery"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R6T4pBpVb8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/F0z8OKzeFBI/s1600-h/200514514-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R6T4pBpVb8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/F0z8OKzeFBI/s400/200514514-002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162524456573562818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender - so many things that my spouse is not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have greater sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your spouse ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect. Because a spouse will only have 90% of what you're looking for. So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature. You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pyjamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! That's only 10% of what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away the 90% that you already have! Add to your spouse's 90% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms you have weathered together. The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple. The many adjustments you have made to love the other. The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just talking about marriage. I'm talking about life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the economy airline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, if you start appreciating what you have right now, wherever you are is FIRST CLASS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallahua'lam &amp; wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3602542127257900256?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3602542127257900256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3602542127257900256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3602542127257900256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3602542127257900256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/02/adultery.html' title='&quot;The Adultery&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R6T4pBpVb8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/F0z8OKzeFBI/s72-c/200514514-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-9166398590701786784</id><published>2008-01-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:55:20.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forgotten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R5IKrfYLZzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Bbu2HClvAtc/s1600-h/200562383-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R5IKrfYLZzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Bbu2HClvAtc/s400/200562383-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157196265566201650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's January 19th. I didn't realise that I did not write anything dated on the 8th. Probably wasn't important. Was just my birthday. But yes, I did receive few notifications from YMs, MS and FB. Thank you for remembering. And especially from my kids, of which Izzat is 'also' celebrating. I could only smile, thinking everything is going to be just fine from here onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are just another way of saying, a day closer to death, yet an opportunity to replenish the forgotten duties. Time passes by really fast last year (and the year before, and before...). By the time you know it, you've added another digit to your life span. The same applies to everyone. No excuses*(Alice in Chains_great song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it at that for a while. wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-9166398590701786784?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/9166398590701786784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=9166398590701786784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9166398590701786784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9166398590701786784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/01/forgotten.html' title='The Forgotten...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R5IKrfYLZzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Bbu2HClvAtc/s72-c/200562383-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-5311245954744070295</id><published>2008-01-18T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:37:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Crossroad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R5BzFvYLZyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2CZadNKfNqw/s1600-h/crossroads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R5BzFvYLZyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2CZadNKfNqw/s400/crossroads.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156748115793635106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After quite some time of being in a separate endless  journey, you realise, it's not the end of the world after all. I actually miss that part. The part that I understood but didn't grasp. Grasp the given knowledge. Perhaps it is for the best of both party. Means more time to get to know The Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it's just another intense hiccup of your life journey towards Him. It's just another crossroad. Just think that. It'll help you A LOT! He knows what He's doing. There's more NEW journey coming up. Relax. And enjoy the view, and do what He says. Try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my life evolves around two other friends, black and ristoe. Both from the same industry involved in the same scene and determination using the right route. Black is five years apart from me while ristoe is ten. They're both professional producer and musician, and are well equipped with the knowledge on music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is, meeting them was never by chance. It was planned a long time ago, just waiting for the day for it to happen as it has been written. But then, our prayers are blessed with the strength to change the road of destiny. With faith yes we can. We can and we can and we can. We must never give up believing. Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least look stronger than you are. I know a few people who does. And they're good at it. It helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~whoosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard Harry Connick Jr. is coming to perform at MPO this March 2008. Anyone coming?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cy'all... wassalam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-5311245954744070295?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5311245954744070295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=5311245954744070295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5311245954744070295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5311245954744070295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/01/maker.html' title='&quot;The Crossroad&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R5BzFvYLZyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2CZadNKfNqw/s72-c/crossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-4706348243663781894</id><published>2008-01-09T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:30:55.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R4TM3vYLZxI/AAAAAAAAADw/c_ySFBb2yt0/s1600-h/FLIPbook_SeasonsWeather_25B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R4TM3vYLZxI/AAAAAAAAADw/c_ySFBb2yt0/s400/FLIPbook_SeasonsWeather_25B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153469131601438482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'single tree' represents the family in a four season country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9pm on the 9th where my 4th same aged cousin is about to embark on another different journey in another country. He'll be spending the next 3 years in the land of 4 seasons. With hope that this particular journey will offer great experience for him, his families AND relatives, as a mere perspective contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new future in path, I personally wish him &amp; his family a safe depart to UK &amp; a safe return to Malaysia, with blessings from us all here while you're there. May God protect you &amp; your family wherever you may be my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this guy is what you call the good son. Number 3 on the list, he was as wild as we were when we were young. Who wasn't? I remember when he was in college, and if I'm not mistaken, he was able to send money to his mother back home. And he was only a student. He's got discipline. And that's what he taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, knowledge is pass on to us through a variety of ways that sometimes went unnoticed. It's a mind boggling orgasm really once you understand what really is happening around us. It churns in every vein inside your body. It develops your system to work functionaly, while enhancing your brain to function properly. And it lights you up like a spotlight! ALL SYSTEMS GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, that's just another point of view. But he is a good, well educated, responsible man. And sometimes, he's like a blessing in disguise. May God Bless him Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4706348243663781894?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4706348243663781894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4706348243663781894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4706348243663781894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4706348243663781894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/01/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R4TM3vYLZxI/AAAAAAAAADw/c_ySFBb2yt0/s72-c/FLIPbook_SeasonsWeather_25B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-118887165683104529</id><published>2008-01-06T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:23:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Past &amp; The Path"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R4CxsvYLZwI/AAAAAAAAADo/WRF0HzxFZP8/s1600-h/star_wars_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R4CxsvYLZwI/AAAAAAAAADo/WRF0HzxFZP8/s400/star_wars_31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152313355902084866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a dark past. Even in the movies, like anakin. It actually shows that no one really wants to be bad. We were born without sin. Situations turned us inside out. We became different. We change. And nothing can change that. That's what we all say most of the times anyway, wallahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark past is usually yours truly to keep. We know what happens if it's leaked. Yep, flooding. First, it overflows, and then it becomes a pool of verbal connections. And after awhile, it turns into a swamp. I don't think Malaysians can imagine life living in a swamp. Unless, you're from Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God invented the past for a heckuva good reason. To Learn. And sometimes, it takes quite awhile for some to really sink in and see the big idea what is behind a picture, 'cos every picture tells a different story. So we use the force of the past to teach us and show us the way of the right path. And stay! on that path. No, no, no... not the yellow brick road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how I think we should understand things generally. Let the past teach us the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-118887165683104529?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/118887165683104529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=118887165683104529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/118887165683104529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/118887165683104529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/01/past-path.html' title='&quot;The Past &amp; The Path&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R4CxsvYLZwI/AAAAAAAAADo/WRF0HzxFZP8/s72-c/star_wars_31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-3542135328396158509</id><published>2008-01-02T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:24:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qCovYLZtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4jx0d-xn-_I/s1600-h/3701-000976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qCovYLZtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4jx0d-xn-_I/s400/3701-000976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150572760275838674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was 1st January 2008. Time flies, real fast. So we ask, what was last year's achievements? or what was last year's failures. Whatever it was, it has its reasons. Bear in mind, never give up. The camera's still rolling. There's a story we all have to tell... but at the end, who's gonna be in our list of credits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Awal Muharram is just around the corner and I'm waiting to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3542135328396158509?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3542135328396158509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3542135328396158509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3542135328396158509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3542135328396158509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qCovYLZtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4jx0d-xn-_I/s72-c/3701-000976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-4166914941559035395</id><published>2007-12-31T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:08:03.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pattern</title><content type='html'>In general, when there's a series of divorce history in the family, what would you call it? I'd call it a pattern. It may be a pattern, but patterns can be changed. Then again, it is up to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to know who you plan to spend your whole life with. But how would you know? Take a wild guess. Exactly. That's why we always hope for the best. If it ain't the best, and you've tried your best, then maybe it's not best for you to be together. And we think we've made the right decision... or have we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a future for all of us out there. Be patience, and it will come. Be brave, of what may come. Be strong, of the many storms. And Be faithful, to only One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was a few days ago that I received an SMS that reads, "I've thought about it and I want to proceed". Well, that about sums it all up. Yes, there are rights and wrongs. And it would be wrong to live your life with someone who doesn't love you anymore. And the devil wins again. Or did he? No matter what, only God knows ALL and ALL is known to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope, we carry our future with responsibility for the best of our next generation may they do not follow the wrong patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4166914941559035395?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4166914941559035395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4166914941559035395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4166914941559035395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4166914941559035395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/pattern.html' title='The Pattern'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-7162610267989890656</id><published>2007-12-26T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:00:52.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Privacy"</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of touch lately. With myself, my surroundings. It used to be in control. Until I remember that I was only human. In relate, we call it the 'lack of discipline' syndrom. Yup, I almost lost it there for a while. Good thing I buckled up. 'tis God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight! tonight's a Total Tranquility, Single Solitude night (kinda catchy for a tagline, hmm...). I now have the place all to myself. Just me. This is ma crib. Nah, not to party. I just want my home to be empty for a few days, with the exceptional visitations from common friends, and this environment is common to me like the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, you clean up the house a bit after being trashed by a bunch of kids. Let kids be kids, and make adults become adults. Make sure everything's in place. You look around a bit checking for visible leftovers, on the floor especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK cool, all clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then grab yourself a drink. Hot or cold don't matter 'cos tonight, you got  your own sweet time. Sweet thang would be more preferred but I'm good. I got things to do anyway, and yes, there is so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grab a taxi, and off to the study room. Open the MacBook and surf. Everything else is within reach. Fags, drinks, power supply, guitar, related documents and books. Good. All set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one last thing, music. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today. Good night folks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7162610267989890656?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7162610267989890656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7162610267989890656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7162610267989890656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7162610267989890656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/through-my-eyes.html' title='&quot;The Privacy&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-9186936424426401659</id><published>2007-12-21T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:00:49.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Stand</title><content type='html'>Our next generation needs a good solid history to look back to, and that's us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever was in the past stays in the past. I can talk about everything in my past too. Lots of things. For what? To grieve me to my grave? I think we all have better things to do. So we concentrate on work. And we think we are. When actually there are unfinished business. The reason to live as a human servant of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kita selesaikan urusan kita dengan Allah, Allah selesaikan semua urusan kita. Full stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we can all talk about the future but we can't see it... yet. I never give up and I won't give up on Him. We all did our wrongs in the past and things went haywire. But when we fall back to Him, everything runs smooth again. All problems have solutions. We are the solution finder. Just a matter of making the right ones. He'll know if we've made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah, ku mohon Kau permudahkan lah segala urusan Dunia dan Akhirat ku, keluarga ku dan keturunan ku, dan tetapkanlah perjalanan kami pada jalan-Mu yang lurus serta peliharalah kami dimana jua kami berada. Amin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul Jalal~Wassalam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-9186936424426401659?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/9186936424426401659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=9186936424426401659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9186936424426401659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9186936424426401659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-stand.html' title='The Last Stand'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-1322280486019146079</id><published>2007-12-21T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T02:56:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To See or Not To See"</title><content type='html'>I haven't been strict to myself lately, therefore the flow is not smooth. I've been on the downside, yeah. It ain't pretty but it gets you going. You never give up. And then there's gonna be a time you call a standstill. But honestly for a normal human being, how long can you stand still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time when we start thinking. It may just be a tiny spark, but it gets you thinking. And you think out loud. So loud but nobody can hear you... except God. THEN you fall... to Him, ONLY. And you keep doing it till you get it. When you get things going, you get things done. And when things are done, you smile at His Greatness. Sounds cool doesn't it?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my discipline, lately... I realise we're not all perfect, nor imperfect. It's just the way we are. And it depends on how we think, and see things. We have a choice; to grasp the past, or see the future. All I want is for my 'future' to bring, show and give goodness to all. Just be good. It's how I perceive it, if you agree, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every age level will go through a journey. Withstanding each journey depends on how one behaves in life in their current environment whether family, work or social. That is their choice, for now. God has chosen us for a reason. All things in life plays a role. I've talked about this in my older posts. Know our role as a servant of God, and He'll guide us there. You better believe it. And it works for everything in life. In ourselves especially, in our work, in our relationship (regardless of problems or not), our surroundings. It might take some time but it covers anything we do. Then everything starts flowing in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it starts flowing, you gotta keep watching, 'cos its coming... but don't worry, 'cos He's watching. So all is just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then... wallahua'lam &amp; wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-1322280486019146079?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1322280486019146079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=1322280486019146079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1322280486019146079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1322280486019146079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-see-or-not-to-see.html' title='&quot;To See or Not To See&quot;'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-8185597739952098088</id><published>2007-12-15T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:30:36.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehati Berdansa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qGffYLZvI/AAAAAAAAADg/YAP7XH9hSAk/s1600-h/header_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qGffYLZvI/AAAAAAAAADg/YAP7XH9hSAk/s400/header_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576999408559858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qGXfYLZuI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Bgm_mFqQlY/s1600-h/contestantvanidarashidijs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qGXfYLZuI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Bgm_mFqQlY/s400/contestantvanidarashidijs9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150576861969606370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I got a call from my bassist Mike. He mentioned about a call from one of the people from 'Sehati Berdansa' saying that she wanted the band to come on board and suprise shidi &amp; vee. What else can I say other than yes. It's the least we could do to show our support for them. Whether they win or not is besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice i haven't been updating my blog. My schedule has turned everything upside down. No, not my life. Life is great indeed. It's just that sometimes you need a moment of your own time to sit and think. Realising that there are more important things in life. But we try our best to fit into everyone else's schedule with hope that it turns out productive. All in all, I pray that God helps  me in my journey and that everything will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you all soon. Till then. Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8185597739952098088?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8185597739952098088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8185597739952098088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8185597739952098088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8185597739952098088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/sehati-berdansa.html' title='Sehati Berdansa...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R3qGffYLZvI/AAAAAAAAADg/YAP7XH9hSAk/s72-c/header_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-6175807671434140261</id><published>2007-12-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:50:56.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mithali... on Astro Oasis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R2S8j_YLZrI/AAAAAAAAADA/SzpKxMT2KWQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R2S8j_YLZrI/AAAAAAAAADA/SzpKxMT2KWQ/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144444000858236594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R1Z_Ewn86tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8aKtsWGVHBc/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R1Z_Ewn86tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8aKtsWGVHBc/s400/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140435744438676178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from the National Mosque in KL after wrapping up the intro segment for IBU MITHALI program, soon to be aired on Astro Oasis. So for all mums and mothers to be out there, be watchful. The team is moving at an unimaginable pace to ensure everything runs smooth. I, on the other hand fine tunes the script, with a little help from our host, Mrs. Wardina. She truly is a friendly down to earth person. I'm pleased to've met her even for a short moment. We wrapped up the shoot due to rain and head off to the office in TPM. The rest is taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit busy lately. Hoping to find the time to spend some time on my own again. To reformat everything and making sure that I'm always on the right track. Faith isn't something where you just simply add in mind and heart. It's a legacy. Once you get it, you don't let go of it, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's all just another journey. So relax and enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-6175807671434140261?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6175807671434140261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=6175807671434140261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6175807671434140261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6175807671434140261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/mother-mithali-on-astro-oasis.html' title='Mother Mithali... on Astro Oasis.'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R2S8j_YLZrI/AAAAAAAAADA/SzpKxMT2KWQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-659309268520111301</id><published>2007-12-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:12:28.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEMBARA WAKTU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R1Q44wn86sI/AAAAAAAAACw/8jIbzMjTiBA/s1600-R/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R1Q44wn86sI/AAAAAAAAACw/XivXRFaaIUY/s320/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139795622512880322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-659309268520111301?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/659309268520111301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=659309268520111301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/659309268520111301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/659309268520111301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/12/kembara-waktu.html' title='KEMBARA WAKTU'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R1Q44wn86sI/AAAAAAAAACw/XivXRFaaIUY/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-7657626157746209884</id><published>2007-11-28T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:21:49.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perintah Bersabar...</title><content type='html'>Sabda Rasulullah S.A.W.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keimanan itu 2 bahagian, satu bahagian terletak dalam kesabaran dan sebahagian lagi terletak dalam perasaan syukur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar ialah tetap hati dan tabah menghadapi halangan dan rintangan menghadapi berbagai-bagai bahaya atau musibah. Sedang syukur ialah perasaan gembira dan terimakasih terhadap Allah bila menerima nikmat dan pemberian-pemberianNya. Jadi bila seorang hanya pandai bersyukur saja ketika menerima nikmat dan rahmat Allah, tetapi bila menghadapi bahaya-bahaya dan kesusahan tidak berhati sabar, maka orang itu baru memiliki seperdua keimanan. Ertinya belumlah dia beriman 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perintah Untuk Bersabar-&lt;br /&gt;(Allah berfirman dalam surah al-Baqarah: 45)&lt;br /&gt;"Mohonlah pertolongan kepada Allah dengan kesabaran dan solat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7657626157746209884?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7657626157746209884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7657626157746209884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7657626157746209884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7657626157746209884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/perintah-bersabar_28.html' title='Perintah Bersabar...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-3858747983495285500</id><published>2007-11-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:12:04.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Office at TPM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00xVva6b3I/AAAAAAAAACI/LEpuwU21Mxs/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00xVva6b3I/AAAAAAAAACI/LEpuwU21Mxs/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137816999475965810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R004pPa6b6I/AAAAAAAAACg/UnhwGomp1Lw/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R004pPa6b6I/AAAAAAAAACg/UnhwGomp1Lw/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137825031064809378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00yCva6b5I/AAAAAAAAACY/vJR4gU2SJ64/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00yCva6b5I/AAAAAAAAACY/vJR4gU2SJ64/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137817772570079122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00x1Pa6b4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cF9_URrgHCw/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00x1Pa6b4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cF9_URrgHCw/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137817540641845122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00wwfa6b2I/AAAAAAAAACA/cKSHB88Pd5Y/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00wwfa6b2I/AAAAAAAAACA/cKSHB88Pd5Y/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137816359525838690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm at TPM (Technology Park Malaysia) in Bukit Jalil, location of the new office with everything provided. Alhamdulillah. It's been a journey for all of us to reach to this stage. Of which, is a plan in structure and must be righteously accomplished. It's a good start for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS WHERE YOU CAN REACH US:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Creative Network Sdn Bhd&lt;br /&gt;Lab 6, Digital Media Centre, L2-E11, Enterprise 4,&lt;br /&gt;Technology Park Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;Lebuhraya Puchong - Sg. Besi, Bukit Jalil&lt;br /&gt;57000 KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazeli Muhammad: 012.6224301&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS WHAT WE OFFER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;Production Facilities&lt;br /&gt;Production Designer&lt;br /&gt;Production Consultant&lt;br /&gt;Studio Rental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam &amp; Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3858747983495285500?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3858747983495285500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3858747983495285500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3858747983495285500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3858747983495285500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/getting-on-board.html' title='New Office at TPM...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R00xVva6b3I/AAAAAAAAACI/LEpuwU21Mxs/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-3129977050028385070</id><published>2007-11-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:08:47.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThinK &amp; LearN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0vQC_a6b1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PfXc5OidPkk/s1600-h/think_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0vQC_a6b1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PfXc5OidPkk/s320/think_title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137428549748813650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK ... we've heard it all. How many times have we heard people say 'Life Sucks'. More than a zillion times I suppose. What we don't realise is, each word that comes out from our mouths, is a prayer. We preach our own prayers. So think. Think before we speak. Think before we act. Think before... and don't just THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really about who we are or what we do. It's not about doing it or not and why we do it. It's not about everything or anything. It's not about whether we're prepared or not. It's just, about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things happen whether good or bad, it happens for a very good reason. It happens because it was meant to be. The only thing we need to do, is THINK &amp; LEARN...oh, there is so much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3129977050028385070?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3129977050028385070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3129977050028385070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3129977050028385070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3129977050028385070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/think.html' title='ThinK &amp; LearN'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0vQC_a6b1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/PfXc5OidPkk/s72-c/think_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-3508276728545359406</id><published>2007-11-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:30:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout of the Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0g6V_a6b0I/AAAAAAAAABw/UM6qpZ_rgEg/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0g6V_a6b0I/AAAAAAAAABw/UM6qpZ_rgEg/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136419524492029762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari ini Sabtu 24hb November 2007, sekali lagi syaitan bertempik dengan raungan keras apabila seorang lelaki dan seorang wanita selamat diijab kabulkan, in particular, my cousin. Syukur Alhamdulilllah, majlis berjalan lancar tanpa apa-apa hiccups with the exception of dua kali akad. Everything else was smooth all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila akad sudah dijalinkan, maka bermulalah perjalanan yang baru sebagai sepasang suami isteri yang mana masing-masing telah berjaya melengkapkan agama mereka. Akad umpama janji. Perjanjian kita dengan Allah dalam melaksanakan tanggungjawab sebagai hamba-Nya untuk mengerjakan segala suruhan-Nya dan meninggalkan segala larangan-Nya, tetapi kali ini, bersama seorang insan lain yang dinamakan wanita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian wanita memang unik. Jika Adam dijadikan daripada inti pati tanah tetapi Hawa tidak dijadikan dari tanah. Ia dijadikan daripada sebahagian dari anggota tubuh Adam iaitu tulang rusuk Nabi Adam. Mereka dikahwinkan walaupun dari asal-usul kejadian yang berbeza. Ini suatu kejadian manusia yang sangat pelik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya Islam tidak menjelaskan secara spesifik penciptaan Hawa dari tulang rusuk Adam. Penciptaan Hawa daripada tulang rusuk Adam merupakan fakta yang disokong oleh teks-teks kitab suci agama Nasrani. Perbandingan antara nas-nas al-Qur’an dengan teks Bible menunjukkan bahawa kedua-duanya adalah tidak sehaluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama sekali, terdapat perbezaan yang ketara tentang kejadian Adam itu sendiri. Di dalam Bible, Adam dikatakan dicipta daripada debu manakala di dalam al-Qur’an Adam dicipta daripada tanah liat. Setelah ditempatkan di syurga maka Tuhan ingin mencipta pasangan bagi Adam sebagai penolong dan pendampingnya. Bible juga ada menceritakan tentang penciptaan Hawa dengan terperinci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... tetapi baginya sendiri ia tidak menjumpai penolong yang sepadan dengan dia. Lalu Tuhan membuat manusia itu tidur nyenyak; ketika ia tidur, Tuhan mengambil salah satu rusuk daripadanya, lalu menutup tempat itu dengan daging. Dan dari rusuk yang diambil Tuhan dari manusia itu, dibangun-Nyalah seorang perempuan, lalu dibawa-Nya kepada manusia itu. Lalu berkatalah manusia itu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Inilah dia, tulang dari tulangku dan daging dari dagingku. Ia akan dinamai perempuan, sebab ia diambil dari laki-laki.' Sebab itu seorang laki-laki akan meninggalkan ayahnya dan ibunya dan bersatu dengan isterinya, sehingga keduanya menjadi satu daging. Mereka keduanya telanjang, manusia dan isterinya itu, tetapi mereka tidak merasa malu. (Kejadian 2:20-25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbeza dengan keterangan dari Bible di atas, Al-Qur’an sama sekali tidak menyebut tentang kejadian Hawa dari tulang rusuk Adam. Yang jelas, al-Qur’an hanya menyatakan bahawa manusia diciptakan dari satu jiwa. Ini bermakna Adam dan Hawa mempunyai dan berasal daripada jiwa yang sama. Dalam konteks ini, Sayyid Qutb di dalam kitab tafsirnya mengatakan masing-masing merupakan dua bahagian yang tidak mungkin dipisahkan. Seterusnya, al-Qur’an juga menjelaskan bahawa dari satu jiwa itu diciptalah pasangan bagi Adam, iaitu Hawa. Surah al-Nisa, ayat 1 menjelaskan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hai sekalian manusia, bertakwalah kepada Tuhan-mu yang telah menciptakan kamu dari jiwa yang satu, dan daripadanya Allah menciptakan isterinya; dan daripada keduanya Allah memperkembang biakkan laki-laki dan perempuan yang banyak. Dan bertakwalah kepada Allah yang dengan (mempergunakan) nama-Nya kamu saling meminta satu sama lain, dan (peliharalah) hubungan silaturahim. Sesungguhnya Allah selalu menjaga dan mengawasi kamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallhua'alam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3508276728545359406?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3508276728545359406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3508276728545359406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3508276728545359406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3508276728545359406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/tempikan-syaitan.html' title='Shout of the Devil'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0g6V_a6b0I/AAAAAAAAABw/UM6qpZ_rgEg/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-9132210044707707825</id><published>2007-11-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:39:13.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Federer vs. Sampras 'Clash of Times' LIVE on Astro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0VGefa6bzI/AAAAAAAAABo/D4D6W7CmLpA/s1600-h/170202~Pete-Sampras-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0VGefa6bzI/AAAAAAAAABo/D4D6W7CmLpA/s320/170202~Pete-Sampras-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135588439730319154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0VGY_a6byI/AAAAAAAAABg/mlArb3X9-lk/s1600-h/roger-federer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0VGY_a6byI/AAAAAAAAABg/mlArb3X9-lk/s320/roger-federer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135588345241038626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, I am sitting in the Melawati Stadium Media Centre in Shah Alam where the 'Clash of Times' indipendence tennis match between 'young' Roger Federer and 'aging' Pete Sampras will be held tonight. Joe Kassim just left to pick up the rest of the team somewhere in ampang, leaving me drifting in words like the rest of the media jocks and brassieres, which is cool, because there's TM wi-fi. What else do you need anyway. With the likes of Jacqueline Victor (Malaysian Idol winner) as guest artist, I'm sure she's able to keep the crowd entertained with her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Themed 'Clash of Times' between two great players of different eras, I still remember watching Pete when he was only 19 and winning game after game until his crowning as World's No 1. That took me way back in time to the 70s period when Bjorn Borg and Ivan Lendl were tennis kings, and following through the repulsive attitude of John McEnroe, the hard working Michael Chang and the ever so cool Andre Agassi. Not forgetting the 'Mighty' Martina Navratilova, the 'Luscious' Gabriella Sabatini and the 'Powerful' Steffi Graf (they were all hard hitting chicks). I can't imagine any of them being a court jester, with the exception of Boris Becker. They are all fabulously skilled and talented, and those were their moments of success (not forgetting filthy rich). And for now, Federer's glory shines through. I wonder who will reign next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am after a good healthy dinner, having my delicious Haagen-Dazs Belgian Chocolate, while on turf preparations to the match commence. Let the games begin... and hope you enjoyed the game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... 10.10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this, both Sampras and Federer are receiving their trophies and the media centre or the press conference room is again, packed with local and international vultures, err... i mean medias. Everyone is running around and catching their breathe while waiting for the two players to enter the room, and start the interview. I'll just watch from the sidelines through my mobile video cam and behind the rest of the vultures. But with 14 grand slams, I think he's still on a roll. Enjoy it while you can Fast Federer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-9132210044707707825?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/9132210044707707825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=9132210044707707825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9132210044707707825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/9132210044707707825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/roger-federer-vs-pete-sampras-clash-of.html' title='Federer vs. Sampras &apos;Clash of Times&apos; LIVE on Astro'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/R0VGefa6bzI/AAAAAAAAABo/D4D6W7CmLpA/s72-c/170202~Pete-Sampras-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-4194048868217870396</id><published>2007-11-18T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:16:52.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On 15 November 2007...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rz_myfa6bxI/AAAAAAAAABY/8SK0QEHDxZY/s1600-h/serif-in-education.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rz_myfa6bxI/AAAAAAAAABY/8SK0QEHDxZY/s320/serif-in-education.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134075855327883026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hari ini bukan seperti hari-hari persekolahan yang biasa. Persiapan ke sekolah kali ini ada 'special' sikit sebab hari ini keputusan UPSR aku keluar. Dan seperti biasa, tok baba atau grandma akan menghantar aku dan adikku. Mama tiba untuk menemaniku menunggu keputusan peperiksaan di dewan sekolah. Abah tak dapat datang sebab ada meeting di putrajaya pagi-pagi lagi. Kalau sempat dia akan datang katanya, kalau tak, mama akan sms keputusanku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, that's what he's thinking, but honestly, I can't imagine what was going on in his head at that time. I'm just trying to put myself inside his shoes. Seeing from his point of view. Knowing his hopes. It's a refreshing experience. And relating it from our childhood experiences, we know there's a lot of connection because we too were once a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute the announcements start, he was anxiously and patiently waiting for his results. When it came to his turn, he was sad and devastated (I suppose) upon hearing his result. I knew about the result on my way back from the meeting through sms. According to mum, he was almost in tears when realising his name didn't came out in the earlier results. I can imagine his grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take it so hard as I told him when he reached home because, there's still more time for him to make amends to his studies. He can do better in future as I believe he can, but it's all up to him. Told him to forget about UPSR as it is all over. There's more exams coming up, and it's a whole new world of learning out there. And there is where he can make that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only 12, he'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4194048868217870396?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4194048868217870396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4194048868217870396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4194048868217870396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4194048868217870396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-15-november-2007.html' title='On 15 November 2007...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rz_myfa6bxI/AAAAAAAAABY/8SK0QEHDxZY/s72-c/serif-in-education.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-7410716827387195576</id><published>2007-11-18T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T14:28:44.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Talk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rz_bkPa6bwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hWxxasAvDQ/s1600-h/9248~We-re-Not-Gossiping-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rz_bkPa6bwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hWxxasAvDQ/s320/9248~We-re-Not-Gossiping-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134063515886841602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation is a big part of our psychology environment. Some conversations is healthy. It encourages you. It makes you feel like you're taking a walk in the warm sunshine of a spring day. Some conversations makes you feel like a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other conversation is more like walking through a poisonous, radioactive cloud. It chokes you. It makes you feel ill. It turns you into a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip is just negative conversation about people, and the victim of thought-poison begins to think he enjoys it. He seems to get a form of poisoned joy from talking negatively about others, not knowing that to successful people he is becoming increasingly unlikable, and unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about people? Yes, but stay on the positive side. All conversations is not gossip. Bull sessions, shop talk, and just "batting the breeze" are necessary at times. They serve a good purpose when they are constructive. You can test your proneness to be a gossiper by taking this test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do I spread rumours about other people?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do I always have good things to say to about others?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do I like to hear reports of a scandal?&lt;br /&gt;4. Do I judge others only on a basis of facts?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do I encourage others to bring their rumours to me?&lt;br /&gt;6. Do I precede my conversations with "Don't tell anybody"?&lt;br /&gt;7. Do I keep confidential information confidential?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do I feel guilty about what I say concerning other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right answers are obvious. Meditate on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-7410716827387195576?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7410716827387195576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=7410716827387195576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7410716827387195576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/7410716827387195576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-we-talk_18.html' title='When We Talk...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rz_bkPa6bwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2hWxxasAvDQ/s72-c/9248~We-re-Not-Gossiping-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-6712506297405810091</id><published>2007-11-14T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:00:26.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/RzqYOBPs8iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nP8-JP0PUlU/s1600-h/hannah+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/RzqYOBPs8iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nP8-JP0PUlU/s320/hannah+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132582091961987618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh... graduation day. She finally made it. My youngest of four, Hannah, graduated from her Tadika Twinkle Tots last Sunday, 11th Nov 2007 as most senior student. I figured it must've been a fun filled event for her. After 3 exciting years of being in a kindergarten with so much learning, it was worth every penny. Hannah means 'Kasih Sayang'. And indeed reflects the nature of her character. The only time she doesn't talk is when she sleeps, heheh. Definitely a handful. And at the moment I truly miss her. She bonds the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every child is a gift from God. We shape them with the given format as how it should be. And when that is comprehend, there's no need to worry. Kids imitate fast and they grow at such speed that we sometimes wish they're still our little baby. Next year, my eldest daughter will be in form 3. Again, how time flies. By the time you know it, she'll have her own offsprings. And life continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my two boys, what can I say, boys will be boys. But one day, they will become men. And the responsibilities of a man is truly a dutiful role. And they (our children) will have their own journeys. Our job is to pray that they too shall carry on the duties of being a servant of God. Whatever they experience has been written down for them. My grandmother prays for her children (my dad) without fail, so why not us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-6712506297405810091?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6712506297405810091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=6712506297405810091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6712506297405810091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6712506297405810091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-miss-graduate.html' title='Little Miss Graduate'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/RzqYOBPs8iI/AAAAAAAAAAo/nP8-JP0PUlU/s72-c/hannah+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-1446113392584408826</id><published>2007-11-14T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:11:42.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Peace...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been doing much lately. The days just pass by me peacefully. Alhamdulillah. Yes, there are things and stuffs that needs to be done, and they're done no matter how complicated they are. I don't want to worry anymore. I am at peace. Peace meaning that I have the time for my prayers, my work and my family. Peace meaning surrendering oneself to God totally. Peace meaning, that the journals of our lives has been stated as how it shall be. For how long? We don't know. I might die in 40 years time or I might die right after I finish writing this blog. God knows, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good to have friends who are supportive in terms of spiritual and guidance. It keeps me on my feet and in full awareness of my surroundings. Wealth is something everyone wants (or is it?). But in receiving such wealth requires a devout state of mind where you know and understand where the wealth comes from, and to whom should we disperse those wealths. Naturally, it is for us to know and find out. Kerana 2 ayat yang kerap diulang-ulang dalam Al-Quran sebagai pernyataan is, solat and zakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the days, by the seconds. It's been a rough journey and enough is enough. No more hidden agendas. It's problematic and I don't need that anymore. I have 5 more years before I reach 40. By next year, it'll be 4. How time flies, and how much has been wasted. Wasted? Not really. We were born to make mistakes and learn from them. And learn from them we must. The learning process continues till the day we die, but knowledge will be transferred and carried on from one to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-1446113392584408826?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1446113392584408826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=1446113392584408826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1446113392584408826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/1446113392584408826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-peace.html' title='At Peace...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-557270762937192428</id><published>2007-11-13T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:36:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Follow The Plan</title><content type='html'>We are all given a plan with a journey of tasks to travel through. And the end-point of having those journeys is to triumph with flying colours. Spiritually, physically and mentally. If only we knew what His plans are, wouldn't we be more prepared? (then again, don't we already know what His plans are for us?). As the Malay saying goes, 'sediakan payung sebelum hujan'. Aahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to be safe, why don't we just do what we're suppose to do in the first place, from the day even before we were born. I mean, do we really know what's going to happen next? I don't. But that's where the mighty Doa comes in. We pray to and hope from the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Doa is unique and specifically made to situations happening around us on a regular daily basis. And the Doa usually begins right after prayers (the same goes with other religion). As for Muslims, we have the Solat, which is our duty. We don't question it but as in the words of Nike, 'Just Do It'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't simply surrender to our complications and never ending hiccups without a fight dear friends. Never. Not without a fight. Therefore, Solat &amp; Doa kerana berputus asa itu seperti kita memutuskan Rahmat-Nya. Dan Rahmat-Nya kepada seluruh umat amatlah luas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-557270762937192428?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/557270762937192428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=557270762937192428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/557270762937192428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/557270762937192428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-follow-plan.html' title='Just Follow The Plan'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-8140025472872894976</id><published>2007-11-10T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:17:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dewan Filharmonik Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv7Pva6btI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UUB7Kiv4aME/s1600-h/mpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv7Pva6btI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UUB7Kiv4aME/s320/mpo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132972448164769490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv7I_a6bsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Iu6SC_uIPlA/s1600-h/47_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv7I_a6bsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Iu6SC_uIPlA/s320/47_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132972332200652482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7.30pm, I was suited up ready for the performance. I guess it's nice to be able to dress up sometimes, replacing my usual t-shirt and jeans when at work (probably few of the perks of being a freelancer). Felt like 007 for awhile. And as a freelance writer, there are nights that are sleepless and there are times when you get to enjoy... music, from an orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after they tear off your ticket, the first thing you do is, find your seat (V-17), yup, that's mine. Next to a chinese guy (Daryl), who looks like he plays classical music (but I was wrong, he tutors drummers). I never got to mention him how much in common we were. He was a nice fella though. Greeted me and we had small talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight, the hall interiors are breathtaking. It's like you're looking at a huge pipe organ you normally hear at churches, and that's only the wall backdrop. Looking up, you'll see the domely-lit decors that emphasises the authenticity of reason behind the hall's creation. It's just a good feeling, enuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best seating position in the hall. Facing the mixtures of players lined up on stage was interesting. I could say with one hand that some of them are locals. Anyway, the orchestra was conducted by Carl Davis. He's from New York. To picture him, imagine Doc from 'Back To The Future', only Carl is slightly plummed with a golden raincoat covering him. But yes, he conducts well with enthusiasm. And the crowd loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Schubert was there to narrate and describe the music journeys of Bond and the man behind the scores, and presented it at a wonderful pace with witty lines entertaining the audience. I didn't know there was a 'Jimmy Bond' version(comicly played by Woody Allen), until that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs were sensationally belted out by Carrie. A British singer who has performed with various orchestra under many famous conductors. And did she threw off some thrilling broadway movements, I'll say. But she looked older than the picture in the programme book though. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but not move to the music especially when they played 'The Living Daylights' from A-ha and particularly when they performed Chris Cornell's soundtrack version of James Bond from 'Casino Royale' (I'm talking about the piercing blue eyes of Bond played by Daniel Craig), and as mentioned by Samantha, Bond is now Blonde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I didn't enjoy it but yes, it was most interesting. And I'd love to see more of them. Maybe some classicals, or traditional performance in the near future. By the end of the show, I guess me and Daryl agreed that we both enjoyed the performance and left our opinions to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Black &amp; Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8140025472872894976?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8140025472872894976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8140025472872894976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8140025472872894976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8140025472872894976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/dewan-filharmonik-malaysia.html' title='Dewan Filharmonik Malaysia'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv7Pva6btI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UUB7Kiv4aME/s72-c/mpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-5267660782720129463</id><published>2007-11-09T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:57:11.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMES BOND</title><content type='html'>I'm off to see the music of James Bond 8.30pm tonight at the DFM (Malaysian Philharmonic Hall). The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you all later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-5267660782720129463?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5267660782720129463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=5267660782720129463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5267660782720129463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/5267660782720129463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/james-bond.html' title='JAMES BOND'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-2283837851565997812</id><published>2007-11-08T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:03:36.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devilish Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv9T_a6buI/AAAAAAAAABA/-P_JUm2gpc8/s1600-h/devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv9T_a6buI/AAAAAAAAABA/-P_JUm2gpc8/s320/devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132974720202469090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it how the past haunts us, just like that. You're in a conversation when suddenly, a particular subject goes into the conversation and you get instant FlaShBaCks. I'm not questioning it, but it is funny when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the God given ingenuity of the devils that surrounds us all. In a twitch, he controls us without us realising. Maybe because he's meant to be that way. Made to specifically distract us. To let it be known of our true faith; and to whom should we have faith in constantly. Cleverly deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant or 'Habits', is one of the places to look at. Oh habits. They're just so full of it. I can't even wonder what we'd do without them. It's choosing the right habits that we want, which is another Godly creation we can't live without. Some people just love sticking their fingers into places while some just love a cool breeze by the beach. You choose your own habits. I'm a smoker.. for now that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the conversation, when we know the devilish mind is at work, we stop or just change the subject and not let the devil disturb our wonderful conversations about the Almighty. To the fact, that is just a tiny little angle from where I'm looking at. Imagine our brain is really the size of the globe. Sounds heavy... (I'll leave you with that thought) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are since the Terusan Wan Mat Saman years, are given the knowledge to produce padi fields flourishly filled with the rice served on our tables at least once a day (though some of us only take meals that comes with specific nutritional conditions and calculations to prevent overweight complications). That's a choice I don't argue with, yet we all still fall back on rice. It's a national tradition. It's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question: Isn't the devil also part of God's creation? And aren't we all (everything) God's creation? The only difference we have between us is our mind-boggling roles. The devil's role and mission is to divert us. Yup, it's in the Book. So what is our role? Balancing sheets of account details? Repair cars? Save lives? Supply fish? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the Book too. Read it. Then you can stop asking yourself,"What's my purpose in life?"... by saying that, so do I, constantly. There's so much that I don't know and it's all in the Book. Let's read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2283837851565997812?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2283837851565997812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2283837851565997812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2283837851565997812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2283837851565997812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/devilish-mind.html' title='The Devilish Mind'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv9T_a6buI/AAAAAAAAABA/-P_JUm2gpc8/s72-c/devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-270502050713305432</id><published>2007-11-07T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:46:55.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past &amp; Present...</title><content type='html'>Last week was a tiring and sleepless week, but it was worth the drain. Everytime you get a new assignment, you learn new stuffs and new ideas to work on. And to work on those ideas takes another step to a milestone of knowledge. But the minute you start rolling the ideas starts flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe each person is uniquely gifted. Whether it's knowledge or skills. It's probably just a matter of enhancing it and making that move. As for me, I write. Everyone who enters school writes. But only a handful were destined to write. I wasn't born to design buildings nor balance account records. I wasn't blessed with those expertise but I know what I'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to actually devour myself into the world of writing. In fact, I've missed quite a number of opportunities throughout my life, but I'm not bittered about it. The world is round, and so is the circle of life. So don't regret 'cos there's a whole mountain of opportunites for us all out there. Just believe it. Because whatever was or happened in the past made us where we stand today. Good or bad? You figure it out. No one but you, can make that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are just a part of learning in becoming better, and yes EVERYONE makes mistake. It's the learning from our mistakes that will take us to where our hopes and dreams are. So go get 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam &amp; Wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-270502050713305432?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/270502050713305432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=270502050713305432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/270502050713305432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/270502050713305432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/past-present.html' title='Past &amp; Present...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-3251587555422958032</id><published>2007-11-05T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:35:11.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Preparation Result... hmm</title><content type='html'>The night before the presentation, we all sat down at syawal restaurant in setiawangsa. Other than the benefit of wi-fi, the venue was perfect for discourse and the meeting is set tomorrow (monday) at 10.30am. Well, that's what we all thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the five of us went through the details. Each with their own skills. We talked and planned and everything went smooth. An hour later, we left the place and returned home, but my job is still half way to completion. I continued my video script writing. Going through countless references and informations that just might add up the juice to capture the client's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't sleep. I finished everything by 7am. So I didn't miss Subuh prayer heheh... i mean, Alhamdulillah. And it stops there. Initially, I had to meet up with 2 of them at KL Central, but then with God's help the phone rang and I was told that they would pick me up. Again, Alhamdulillah. No worries, no troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the morning rolled, as usual we're caught up in the Gurney-Tun Razak a.m. jam. Small matter. Time's on our side. We were heading to Brickfields to pick up another dude, the video director. Can't say where he stays because I can't remember where he stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear director got in the car, and the news was delivered. The meeting was cancelled. Reason? Only God and the agency knew. In relate, we realise the hiccups that occured from the beginning of the project wasn't all amusing but hey, if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be. Granted or not, God's wealth is, Unlimited and the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chill and let the triumph of truth reign. And by saying that, we headed on to Devi's Corner in Bangsar. I mean, what else can we do other than chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the day off replacing several sleepless nights. I think I'll start my next job tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-3251587555422958032?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3251587555422958032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=3251587555422958032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3251587555422958032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/3251587555422958032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparation-result-hmm.html' title='The Preparation Result... hmm'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4346908982699357355</id><published>2007-11-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:09:22.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation Monday</title><content type='html'>It's 2 more days to presentation but I know it'd be better if I complete it all by tomorrow. I prefer to be the early bird. How do I achieve that? Like Nike says, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon, wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4346908982699357355?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4346908982699357355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4346908982699357355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4346908982699357355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4346908982699357355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/11/presentation-monday.html' title='Presentation Monday'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-2507325781026816847</id><published>2007-10-30T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:38:40.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Wanita</title><content type='html'>Allah berfirman:&lt;br /&gt;"Ketika Aku menciptakan seorang wanita, ia diharuskan untuk menjadi seorang yang istimewa. Aku membuat bahunya cukup kuat untuk menopang dunia; namun, harus cukup lembut untuk memberikan kenyamanan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberikannya kekuatan dari dalam untuk mampu melahirkan anak dan menerima penolakan yang seringkali datang dari anak-anaknya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kekerasan untuk membuatnya tetap tegar ketika orang-orang lain menyerah dan mengasuh keluarganya dengan penderitaan dan kelelahan tanpa mengeluh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kepekaan untuk mencintai anak-anaknya dalam setiap keadaan, bahkan ketika anaknya bersikap sangat menyakiti hatinya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kekuatan untuk mendukung suaminya dalam kegagalannya dan melengkapi dengan tulang rusuk suaminya untuk melindungi hatinya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku memberinya kebijaksanaan untuk mengetahui bahwa seorang suami yang baik takkan pernah menyakiti isterinya, tetapi kadang menguji kekuatannya dan ketetapan hatinya untuk berada di sisi suaminya tanpa ragu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan akhirnya, Aku memberinya air mata untuk dititiskan. Ini adalah khusus miliknya untuk digunakan bilapun ia perlukan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kecantikan seorang wanita bukanlah dari pakaian yang dikenakannya, susuk yang ia tampilkan, atau bagaimana ia menyisir rambutnya. Kecantikan seorang wanita harus dilihat dari matanya, kerana itulah pintu hatinya, tempat di mana cinta itu ada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2507325781026816847?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2507325781026816847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2507325781026816847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2507325781026816847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2507325781026816847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/beauty-of-wanita.html' title='The Beauty of Wanita'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-6921763755743884222</id><published>2007-10-30T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:03:47.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTTING THE EDGE...</title><content type='html'>I was driving back to Miami, Florida when... (nah, I'm just kidding). I dropped off my youngest daughter to kindy and drove back to Setiawangsa with my two good looking sons, and you know what they were talking about?  Circumcision.  I kept my mouth shut and my ears open. The big brother (Danial) had his when he was nine. So the younger sibling (Izzat) was rambling up about the pain of needles and not wanting to see. The brother just sneered him off...heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men had it Muslim or not. Its just a matter of convincing or putting the scenario in a totally different angle. The brother didn't see the agony of being cut, he saw the King of the Cradle! Where you need to do nothing and everything comes to you. Well, at least for a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are these two kid brothers yakking away over almost anything interesting to them and over the years we don't realise how much we've talked or what we've talked about. Some conversations are kept safe while some are long forgotten. And it all happens for a good reason. Because sometimes, these are the moments that reminds us of how we will be more appreciative to everything that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those who are Still able to get up in the morning to walk, to talk, to discover and enjoy the wonders of life, bersyukurlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-6921763755743884222?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6921763755743884222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=6921763755743884222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6921763755743884222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/6921763755743884222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/cutting-edge.html' title='CUTTING THE EDGE...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-2481788530076625292</id><published>2007-10-29T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:50:59.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLE MODEL</title><content type='html'>Through our lifetimes, we come across significant role models that reflects our character being that develops from a certain age, situation and surroundings. To be where we are today is to ask where we were before. What develops our character now is unnoticeably presented from and within our surroundings, but changes do take time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that challenge, some were able to survive the tasks while others are within completion of grasping the Truth. And it is an upward and ongoing climbing discourse of many terrains in finding the truth that enables our capability to capture invaluable experiences to improve and progress in both life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have even mastered the technique of avoiding unnecessary complications through understanding it and forecasting its after effect. Everyone wants good results, but what if it is the opposite? Are we built to take on those gripping challenges???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is just one of the many steps of becoming a good role model. You might and might not notice that you have become a role model. It takes a big moving effort to go from one point to another, consistently. And in the end, everything had been justified. The path becomes clear and the answers are clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long and winding road indeed ladies and gentlemen...so be the role that we are tasked to perform. Simple, yet demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam and wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2481788530076625292?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2481788530076625292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2481788530076625292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2481788530076625292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2481788530076625292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/role-model.html' title='ROLE MODEL'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-8618664866423366314</id><published>2007-10-28T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:28:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Parenting</title><content type='html'>When you have kids, it's hard to keep track of the time you spent with them especially when they're growing up, Fast. For instance when you have four kids, would we know if we'd ever been fair to all four? Honestly? We wouldn't know, but we put our faith in it that we were/are fair to all of them. And that's only four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some families are really big and they go by the dozen. Imagine if a couple had five triplets every time giving birth! I can't help wondering the hours of labour pain. Excuse me of my words ladies but sometimes, and maybe sometimes, a man has to put their shoes into their ladies' stilettos to find out just what and why. No I'm not gay, but I'm happy and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to kids I guess we all try our best to be good parents, and remember, nobody's perfect. So don't worry about it. Just be a good parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a trick I learned: do good to others and others will do good to you. It's like returning a favour  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astalavista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8618664866423366314?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8618664866423366314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8618664866423366314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8618664866423366314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8618664866423366314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-parenting.html' title='Good Parenting'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4188960680922855770</id><published>2007-10-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:07:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAND NEW START</title><content type='html'>It's almost 7pm. I'm just finishing my first product script when it happened. My hard disk crashed. Ha ha..ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited till the circling rainbow stops twirling but it didnt. Every time I forced it to quit, the command just stacks up more and more. Yup, it ain't one of those normal hangups for sure, but here's the best part. I've got a presentation tomorrow, the product script. And it's all in the MacBook. Yahoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting there thinking and staring at the white screen desktop. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't question why it happened. I just called a friend and ask if there was any way of fixing it. So we tried a few ideas. Hopeless. It didn't work. We tried till 3am. That's when we decided that the hard disk is truly.. gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you have an important presentation tomorrow and your hard disk died on you. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, long story cut short, everything went well. The presentation date was changed to 5th November and I got myself a new project. God is Almighty, but yes you get some, you lose some. God is Fair! Since everything I had in that 60GB hard disk is lost, so I got myself a new one, 120GB all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever was in the past, IS in the past. Today is a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of precaution: don't download so many songs heheh... cya all! wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4188960680922855770?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4188960680922855770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4188960680922855770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4188960680922855770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4188960680922855770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/brand-new-start.html' title='BRAND NEW START'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4518634222117609449</id><published>2007-10-24T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:22:37.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE THE WIND BLOWS</title><content type='html'>The wind breezes smoothly against those cheeks as she sturdily ran towards the stairs, and you can feel the wind brushing against your hair, playing between your ear lobes, until you feel the strongest gush of wind splashing against your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a very cool afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here prior to preparing the writing tools for me to continue my work, which is at the balcony facing others. Plugged in while the brain simultaneously stimulate telling the fingers to move and make magic. At least for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly crouched. Hmm.. a bad sitting position. Better straighten things up. Ooo... now that's a good ..CrEak. No one gets any younger than they already are. Think mud flaps. Don't think-lah, just sit straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. The little lots have come out to play after a nice bath and then after take another bath all over again. That's the life, eh? No need to think. Cry and everything comes. Some adults might consider using this as an idea or better still, marketing tool, :) It's been used for centuries anyway, so why bother? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at the balcony, facing the clear blue sky, against a backdrop of the not-so-old Mahsuri Apartments, with MacBook on the kids alphabet coffee table, everything else seems just fine. I'm just fine ma'am. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since everything's OK, I'll just stick to that. Arividerci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4518634222117609449?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4518634222117609449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4518634222117609449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4518634222117609449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4518634222117609449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-wind-blows.html' title='WHERE THE WIND BLOWS'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-8124897911412558795</id><published>2007-10-23T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:21:03.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INTERNET - Check, &amp; Chat...</title><content type='html'>Most of us have gone through the internet experience as a beginner (who mostly starts as chatters, I think), a needer (you can't live without internet), and then needs (this is when the internet becomes resourceful and intergalactic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am somewhere in between.. let's say I'm 20 years after the first internet... plus minus. All I saw then was a dark black screen with little squared green color codes throbbing its nerves circuits towards eyes wide open. Heck yes was I impressed! But as the years go by, you find you're not really THAT impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's where it is, when you go online you'd probably first start with seeing who's on your chatline OR you'd check your Yahoo(s)! Gmail(s) and other mailing accounts. I can't keep track of mine that's for sure. I mean what for anyway, unless you have agendas-LAH! ( read the 3rd paragraph all over again. I mean it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you made sure all mails have been screened, you then find your online friends and talk whatever it is you wanna talk about). So basically, you check. and chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and if you noticed how we're only human, check out my previous post titled, Hey Nobody's Prefect...   Yup! That's me. Adios Gringos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-8124897911412558795?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8124897911412558795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=8124897911412558795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8124897911412558795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/8124897911412558795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/internet-check-chat.html' title='THE INTERNET - Check, &amp; Chat...'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4452588959166891167</id><published>2007-10-22T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:34:26.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Nobody's Prefect... So Don't Worry.</title><content type='html'>At one point we all come to a standstill where we say... so many things. Some have had it with life and its endless charades and had just about enough, while some see things differently. And I can say, from many, many angles. At my age, I see a different well... me. Thanks to the opportunity of making some mistakes in life, I get to be better, in everything and yet not perfect, 'cos nobody's perfect. I'm human. So hey, try not to worry so  much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we all follow the teachings of our own religion, I don't see the need to even worry. It's simple. Doing it is not, I know and I too have said that before but until you reach that point, that is how you will see things. That's what I've learned, heard, said and saw for the last 35 years. And that too is how the world IS made. So why worry? Just do what you're supposed to do and what your religion tells you to do. Not do what you're not supposed to. But like I said, we're just human and humans like to visit the dark and forbidden. You know, curious. Hell Hath No Fury or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By end of the day, I'm not applying anything. Just sharing. Hey, I'm just a street literature, what do I know? See ya! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4452588959166891167?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4452588959166891167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4452588959166891167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4452588959166891167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4452588959166891167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-nobodys-prefect-so-dont-worry.html' title='Hey, Nobody&apos;s Prefect... So Don&apos;t Worry.'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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-4402444316336434071.post-4779498204872256627</id><published>2007-10-22T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:02:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNEY THROUGH TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv-hva6bvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZHK4c73kI1E/s1600-h/mid_journey_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv-hva6bvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZHK4c73kI1E/s320/mid_journey_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132976055937298162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies fast these days. By January 8, I'll be 36. And after reading so many blogs I too would like to share some of my ramblings (if I may say so). And as usual, the first few steps is always the hardest no matter what it is. But I'm thankful of having the opportunity to meet with peers who are supportive, wise yet humble. In fact, some whom I've noticed long but never had the chance to talk to. Only time will tell us the right moment for such things to happen. So good faith and patience plays the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe things happen for a reason (which we've all heard so many times) and you can't force these things to happen. It just happen. We can plan as much and as detailed as we like but by the end of the day, lets just say that everything has been written down. And it happens for a very good reason. The question is, can we accept it whether it turns out good or bad? Well, I think that is for us to find out in our journey through time 'cos only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, whatever happens, it's not the end of the world. At least not yet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-4779498204872256627?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4779498204872256627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=4779498204872256627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4779498204872256627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/4779498204872256627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/journey-through-time.html' title='JOURNEY THROUGH TIME'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KarYA1IPIkw/Rzv-hva6bvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZHK4c73kI1E/s72-c/mid_journey_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4402444316336434071.post-2682762532521248760</id><published>2007-10-19T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:39:37.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A GOOD START</title><content type='html'>ASSALAMUALAIKUM and SELAMAT HARI RAYA to all muslims. Indeed it is a good start after a having a good cleansing Ramadhan month. I miss Ramadhan already. Nevertheless, 2008 is closing in fast and with the many 'weddings' to attend I hope 2008 will bring us all good health and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said, this will therefore be my first introduction inside WARISKARYA. Thank you and WASSALAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4402444316336434071-2682762532521248760?l=wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2682762532521248760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4402444316336434071&amp;postID=2682762532521248760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2682762532521248760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4402444316336434071/posts/default/2682762532521248760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wariskaryastreetlit.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-good-start.html' title='IT&apos;S A GOOD START'/><author><name>Zul Jalal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00836716149124231175</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>
