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term="nikon" /><category term="p6000" /><category term="chinese" /><title>To Be Or Not To Be</title><subtitle type="html">Blog budak Tharjath.Thar Jath Southern Sudan</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notwobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://notwobe.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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ummi yang menyusukan aku sehingga aku bisa sihat dan membesar.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku masih kecil bapaku tidak putus putus memanjat kan doa ke hadrat illahi, mendoakan kesejahteraan ku.&lt;br /&gt;Baru kusedar, ketika aku mula bertatih meniti gelegar kayu, papaku lah yang memegang jari kecil ku untuk memimpin, aku tau papaku tersenyum ketika itu, saat aku mula melangkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru kusedar, azan pertama yang aku dengar adalah janji kepada yang esa, tuhan yang satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar papaku yang selalu mengajarkan pertuturan pertamaku. &lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar papaku yang mengaturkan doktor ketika aku mula batuk dan hingus di hidung.&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar, papa ku bekerja membanting tulang mencari rezeki untuk membesar kan aku,&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar papa dan ummi begitu sayang kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar, ketika umurku semakin meningkat, aku lupa akan jasa papa dan ummi&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar betapa aku semakin degil ketika itu.&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar, perkataan ku menguris hati papa, padahal papa yang mengajarkan percakapan ku dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar kenapa papa menyuruh aku solat dan baca quran, tapi kedegilan ku menguji kesabaran papa.&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar kenapa papa ku sesekali amat marah dengan ku, baru ku sedar papa cuma mengajarku erti kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika aku membayangkan suara azan papa ku &lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika aku bayangkan papa terbongkok bongkok memimpinku bertatih.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika aku bayangkan papaku "a a a" ketika menyuapkan bubur nasi kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika aku bayangkan papa mengajarkan doa suci kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika aku bayangkan papa menepuk belakang supaya aku tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika dimana papa menyanyi untuk tidurkan ku.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika papa memeluk erat tubuh kecilku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih lagi ku ingat senyum papa melihat ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, semakin hari, semakin rindu dengan ayah. &lt;br /&gt;Ayah, semakin hari semakin segar senyuman mu kelihatan.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, semakin hari semakin kuat rasa rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mie dah pandai baca quran&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mie dah sembahyang&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mie dah tak degil macam dulu&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Cucu ayah tak macam Mie dulu, dorang dengar cakap&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mie memang sangat rindu dengan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mie doakan ayah selamat&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mie doakan kesejahteraan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Fatihah untuk ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru ku sedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Almost on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-4641709740266339539?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_KagjHujVl7WTHnwUQKGT5Q08MA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_KagjHujVl7WTHnwUQKGT5Q08MA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~4/COojlnJeGyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/4605467147240128615?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/4605467147240128615?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~3/COojlnJeGyY/sama-jer.html" title="Sama jer" /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2011/06/sama-jer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NQncyeyp7ImA9WhZUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430069924569413805.post-5272405755277440110</id><published>2011-06-12T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:51:33.993+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-12T13:51:33.993+08:00</app:edited><title>Switching the right perception.</title><content type="html">It was long yers ago that the old folks kept on comparing a product from US and China. We were teach by our parent that Chinese products are not really good in quality, functional and shape. Nowdays product from People Republic Of Cina seem to flood the market all over the world. I was in Sudan before and saw many Chinese product sold all over the place. Small bags, torch light, plastic ware and textile are made from China imported to Sudan and I believe to other African countries too. Malaysia is having the same scenario with other too, importing cheap stuff from China and flood the market and make a boom in business by selling stuff from Republic of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still thinking like before? Comparing a product from China with a product from America or other European countries, between cheap and expensive and brand name. Some people I know will definetely refuse to buy Chinese product because of the quality and lifetime of the product. Some will reject because they just dont like it. We have our own reason to stop buying any product but we are a bit bias in determine our decision&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We learned a lot from our ancestor that choosing a good stuff is essential but now few consideration have to be included in our new business model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever visit Mc Donald outlet and buying food for your kids and they gave you a nice toys mostly from TV character or famous cartoon series? Have you ever look at the toy your son is playing all day? Have you ever check the toys small stencil written somewhere " Made in China" or " Product of people republic of China". This prove that they have made a good quality product to be given by giant American company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years we have evolve and develop. How many product or good product that Malaysia produce to world. Not to deny we have a few but we are far left by other countries. Manufacturing maybe is not our target because we have oil. Palm oil and crude oil with natural gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got friend doing a business in road making and concrete mixer facilities, telling me that Chinese mini plan is more cheaper than German made. Functional and easy to assemble. To be in business for long is to reduce machinery cost if I'm not mistaken. Chinese are making a lot of things to solve the problem in a very efficient way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel to one of the European country last year and bought something for a souvenir, and it's written " made in china" as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to admit that Chinese product are good and cheap. We have to admit that they also have strict quality control which passing the stringent requirement of quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this entry using my iPad written " designed by Apple in California. Assemble in China"  using a Chinese based software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Almost on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Kerteh,Malaysia%404.471154%2C103.441118&amp;z=10'&gt;Kerteh,Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-5272405755277440110?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SVpNSRS1mWjXPAoYX2ubg6gTFac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SVpNSRS1mWjXPAoYX2ubg6gTFac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~4/uT-mieH8Ie4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/5272405755277440110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/5272405755277440110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~3/uT-mieH8Ie4/switching-right-perception_12.html" title="Switching the right perception." /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2011/06/switching-right-perception_12.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYGRn85fip7ImA9WhZVFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430069924569413805.post-6418265117684409493</id><published>2011-05-28T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:28:47.126+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-28T09:28:47.126+08:00</app:edited><title>Its a small world part 2</title><content type="html">Bill Lewis ni nama kawan aku. Org putih nih..bukan orang melayu yang sajer nak glamer tukar nama omputih. Aku jumpa lagi mamat neh kat KLIA semalam..kecik jer dunia neh kan?&lt;br /&gt;Dulu aku dah tulis ciiter pasal mamat neh. U all bleh baca kat sini http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-small-world.html&lt;br /&gt;Terfikir juga aku apa chemistry yg berlaku sebab dah banyak kali aku jumpa dengan orang yg sama mungkin mamat neh nak jadi customer aku kot.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kawan yang aku jumpa akan bagi keuntungan pada aku, tak pon aku yg bagi untung kat dorang. Memang ni laa prinsip berkawan aku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-6418265117684409493?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WA9Y3ieHUG56mwYBko0KYq-8R5s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WA9Y3ieHUG56mwYBko0KYq-8R5s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~4/FAr_q08OetM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/3246472197928443342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/3246472197928443342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~3/FAr_q08OetM/test.html" title="Test" /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2010/12/test.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMRXc8cSp7ImA9Wx9SGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430069924569413805.post-6593568431645671374</id><published>2010-12-10T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:18:04.979+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-10T23:18:04.979+08:00</app:edited><title>Dari a ke q</title><content type="html">Dah lama aku tak tulis blog neh. Dah lama aku tak ceto panjang. Tapi takpe bukan ade yang dok follow pon blog neh. Takde org yang nak rindu ngan tulisan aku bukan ade anak gadis yang tak lelap tido pon kalau tak baca tulisan aku. Soo man man chou aa. &lt;br /&gt;Dari savana ke tengah lautan. Macam tu laa tajuk yang aku nak tulis malam neh. Dulu asal memang kat tengah laut pon cuma wat wat tak sedar diri jer.  Bila berpeluang bertukar angin keje kat savana memang la besh sebab banyak benda baru yang aku dapat. &lt;br /&gt;Selama kat savana aku memang enjoy dengan keje. Dengan perangai orang dengan bahasa orang dengan makanan dorang. Kadang kadang aku rasa lain sebab 2 3 ari lepas perut aku ade ragam skit terasa diet aku berubah ditengah lautan.  Padahal aku dah cuti panjang makan dan makan jer kat kampung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kadan aku rasa macam lautan dah bukan macam tempat aku. Aku rasa macam shock skit bila keluar nampak laut kiri kanan. Paling pelik bila kena panjat anak tangga naik GCM cooler. Sebab biasa aku tekan pedal minyak jer nak gi keje. Sekarang aku tekan tapak kaki lak pi mana mana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu muka melayu tak banyak skrang muka melayu sesajer. Bila time keje aku rasa macam woah..... Ramainya melayu. Semua pon cakap melayu. Loghat kelantan tengganu kl johor semua ada. Tapi aku suka kat loghatul arabiah. Aku walaupun pelat bila bercakap tapi aku suka dengan bahasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah seminggu aku kat laut aku slow slow masuk kawan. Ramai juga kawan kawan baru dan lama di kalangan kontraktor dan rakan se kompeni.  Nasib baik pr skill aku bagus. Seminggu aku dah kenal ramai orang. Dah memang bakat aku kot pr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkenang juga aku kat savana. Tempat aku berkawan dan blaja bahasa. Tringat juga aku ngan gatlouk. Al fatih wilson tariq dan ramai lagi best buddy aku masa kat savana. Geng geng sekuriti sumer. Huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak jak Pak kader memang tetap di ingatan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah tuhan bagi pengalaman berharga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan jalan batu nang&lt;br /&gt;Makang nasik lauk ikang&lt;br /&gt;Dari savana ke tengah lautang&lt;br /&gt;Tempat jatuh lagi di kenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost on the dot. Via iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-6593568431645671374?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8j6YkgoUl4QW1DTeIxAbzARWW1c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8j6YkgoUl4QW1DTeIxAbzARWW1c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~4/GMSkNCLqRK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/3185581176489447970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/3185581176489447970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~3/GMSkNCLqRK0/back-to-where-i-belong.html" title="Back to where i belong" /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-where-i-belong.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIERnY5fCp7ImA9Wx5bEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430069924569413805.post-6912380116970610654</id><published>2010-10-28T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:41:47.824+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T13:41:47.824+08:00</app:edited><title>Bola oh bola</title><content type="html">Sukan bola memang menjadi sukan no 1 di dunia dan juga Malaysia. Semangat kesukanan dan intergrasi sukan sepatutnya telah mendidik kita menjadi masyarakat yang lebih matang membezakan antara baik dan buruk. Secara umumnya manusia cepat menerima keburukkan daripada kebaikan. Menjelang perlawanan akhir Kelantan dan Negeri Sembilan semangat pemain dan juga penyokong sudah mula menghampiri tahap gaban. Kedua dua barisan penyokong juga di hantui kenangan lama insiden beberapa tahun lalu. Insiden pergaduhan dan pertembungan dua gergasi bola sepak di Malaysia. Perkataan gergasi selalu digunakan untuk menunjukkan betapa kuasa mutlak kedua belah pihak. Tanpa kita sedari gergasi juga selalu dikaitkan dengan perbuatan ganas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari perbualan kedai kopi dan tempat lepak penyokong, lebih ramai yang bercerita strategi untuk melakukan keganasan sukan daripada strategi untuk memantapkan lagi strategi kemenangan. Menyokong lebih suka berfikir gaban apakan nanti yang akan mereka jelmakan apabila keputusan permainan tidak berpihak kepada kita. Perwatakan menarik sudah tidak penting lagi melainkan watak gaban dan rasaksa yang akan bertukar menjadi ganas apabila dengan hanya mendengar kata kata kesat dari pihak yang berlawanan. Yaaa kita akan jadi seperti mereka di England. Yaa kita akan jadi seperti penyokong Fransa kita akan menganas apabila pengadil tidak menjalankan tugas. Kita akan menganas kalau puak kita mengalami kekalahan. Yaaa kita akan lakukan hatta perlakuan kita mencederakan dan merosakkan harta benda malah berkorban nyawa. Yaaa kita akan lakukan apa saja demi sebuah bola kecil yang disepak di padang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan walaupun diperintah oleh seorang tok guru, tapi masih belum mampu mengubah mentaliti penyokong yang masih lagi bertukar menjadi gergasi kerana bola. Penyokong tegar lagi setia akan melalukan apa saja demi kehormatan bola. Mungkin kejadian orang Malaysia mempunyai semangat juang yang tinggi dalam setiap konflik baik sukan bola ataupun politik. Semangat juang kadangkala disalah gunakan untuk tujuan tertentu apabila terdapat berita mengenai tangan tangan gergasi hitam yang menaja keganasan sukan. Ada yang beroleh keuntungan dan laba yang besar di sebalik keganasan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepatutnya cuti umum akan di berikan ketika perlawanan besar di seluruh negara supaya semua peminat bola dapat menyaksikan perlawan akhir dan mempunyai masa yang cukup untuk menziarahi sanak saudara yang berada di negeri di mana perlawanan akhir dijalankan. Mungkin peluang menyaksikan perlawanan akhir ini boleh di ambil kesempatan untuk kita bertandang kerumah kawan. Kawan dari Kelantan untuk berkopitiam di Negeri Sembilan dan sebaliknya. &lt;br /&gt;Dengan hampirnya perlawanan akhir ini persahabat menjadi sedikit goyah. Tumpuan kemenangan menjadi sasaran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersempena perlawan akhir Kelantan dan Negeri Sembilan. Saya ingin mengucapkkan tahniah kepada kedua dua pasukan yang merupakan musuh tradisi dalam arena bopasepak. Penggunaan musuh tradisi sepatutnya sudah lama ditukar kepada nama lain seperti wira bola atau pasukan tersohor untuk memupuk nilai yang baik. Perkataan musuh memang akan membawa kepada perbalahan. &lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita menjadi masyarakat yang bersatu demi Malaysia yang tercinta dan majulah sukan untuk negara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai penyokong kelantan. Gomo Klate Gomo yang sepatutnya ditukar kepada Klate bijok sokmo ataupun Klate hebak sunggoh. Kerana perkataan gomo sememangnya mengundang perbalahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian. Huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Wakaf%20Bharu,Malaysia%406.139833%2C102.223776&amp;z=10'&gt;Wakaf Bharu,Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-6912380116970610654?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gxkET51h03BFKgLdN2yDC97wlvk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gxkET51h03BFKgLdN2yDC97wlvk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~4/AZGxVNl2dmg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/8455626820958419258?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/8455626820958419258?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~3/AZGxVNl2dmg/koya-blana.html" title="Koya blana" /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/koya-blana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEASXk4eSp7ImA9WxFaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430069924569413805.post-2456389087914380332</id><published>2010-05-28T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T05:37:28.731+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-18T05:37:28.731+08:00</app:edited><title>I am not finish yet</title><content type="html">For as long as my stay here i will remember this as a bad experience.&lt;br /&gt;I know that i cannot park my 55 inside the base camp. Whenever i want to do something inside the based camp and they stop me at the gate, with a not so good word.  I felt like I am a dog chased by the house owner.  I am like a dog which try to sneak inside and search for the food waste. They really chase me like a dog. I saw them like a jewish stopping a Palestenian from entering Al Aqsa.  I felt they humiliate like i cannot read and think like a dog. Even dog understand on a very unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them treat me like a family. Nicely welcome me and greeting. This is only my personal point of view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people different culture. Think.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost on the dot.via ipod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-2456389087914380332?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrgyvSgxcw-fGCFjqByfo-1YzCA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrgyvSgxcw-fGCFjqByfo-1YzCA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~4/vAIr3Lr8rq4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/7084418606277935771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430069924569413805/posts/default/7084418606277935771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/URNMn/~3/vAIr3Lr8rq4/every-day-is-good-day.html" title="Every day is a good day" /><author><name>Tho Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12268621937023792011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dPl9rfMpLLU/SSMkHqPE79I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WoBpV2EnNTs/S220/KKH_4574.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://notwobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/every-day-is-good-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ESH8ycCp7ImA9WxFXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430069924569413805.post-4214928691738325639</id><published>2010-05-20T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:11:49.198+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T04:11:49.198+08:00</app:edited><title>Macam sial</title><content type="html">Memang selama ni Aku tak nak suka mengata kat dorang nih. Tapi rasa cam dah tak tahan gak nak sabar dengan perangai macam sial. Macam tak de otak tak de akai jer bila aku pikir. Dorang ingat aku mari sini jadi penjahat ke apa, macam lah aku ari ari dok tenyeh idung bongkak dorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang sial aa mamat tuh den tengok. Patut laa pak jak cakap sarban besar bakul pon ramai yang menipu. Tak bleh caya. Baik baik dengan dorang neh pon macam tak de guna yang simple pon tak bleh pikir. Dah la aku ari ari kena pump tayar keto yg dah botak macam taya stemroll. Pelik aku ari nie. Soalan macam makhluk asing dio tanyo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku dah bawak keto nak gi worksop mesti laa ada urusan aku nak buat kat workshop takkan aku saja saja nak menyombong tayang keto company lak. Nak bukak gate bukan payah pon. Tekan yoo alat kawalan. Itu pon banyak soal. Dah dua taun aku ulang alik pagar neh. Takkan aku nak gi rompak warehouse pulakkkk. Memang sial aa mamat neh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dulu keje antar barang, nak masuk istana pun takdo payah macam neh. Agak e nak tunjuk dedikasi keje kat aku kot. Pegi mampusssss. Sial gila ban mamat neh. Memang aku doa mamat neh kena tembak aa perang esok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akai tak dak kaa. Kalau dah pakai coverall company tuh maknanya aku keje ngan wnpoc laa takkan aku bleh jadi macam orang tempatan jage lembu pulak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku peliknya keto yg takdo stiker company pon elok je keluar masuk. Macam tak de control jer. Nak jaga tanah kononn. Fukimak macam laa aku bodoh sangat. Tak pee ari ni ko wat naya kat aku esok esok ko tau laaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi yang aku pelik gak laaa bos pon kena tahan. Ingat kalau presiden pon kalau bawak keto sorang sorang kena tahan kena maki sumer nak lepas gate. Bukan kenal orang mamat sial neh. Dah laa aku kena round sumer location keje dah dabel. Lagi nak bazirkan masa aku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai lepas geram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam sial jer mamat tuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost on the dot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430069924569413805-4214928691738325639?l=notwobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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