<?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-4841325262107485054</id><updated>2011-10-06T09:38:47.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dungeon of doom</title><subtitle type='html'>the good, the bad, &amp;amp; and all that remains....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6482565617994713780</id><published>2011-08-18T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T02:13:28.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kertas Projek : Tahap Satu</title><content type='html'>Sebagai permulaan,undang-undang boleh dibahagikan kepada beberapa jenis bahagian, bergantung kepada topik dan definisi yang diinginkan seseorang. Melalui apa yang ingin saya rungkaikan, saya lebih berminat untuk membahagikan undang-undang mengikut kesalahan serta&amp;nbsp;kesannya. Maka ingin saya bahagikan undang-undang itu kepada :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Undang- undang sivil&lt;br /&gt;2. Undang- undang jenayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undang-undang sivil adalah tertumpu kepada hubungan sesama insan. Antara cabang undang-undang ini ialah seperti kontrak, tort, serta keluarga. Sebarang tuntutan bagi&amp;nbsp;kesalahan yang berkaitan dengan ini adalah menjadi kebiasaannya untuk dibawa oleh pihak yang mengalami kerugian (&lt;em&gt;injured party)&lt;/em&gt; dan tuntutan&amp;nbsp;selalunya adalah dalam bentuk pampasan. Berbeza dengan undang-undang jenayah, ia adalah lebih tertumpu kepada kesalahan terhadap awam. Bagi kesalahan seperti ini, kes akan dibawa oleh seorang Timbalan Pendakwa Raya dan hukuman adalah menjerumus kepada "menyeksa" pelaku kesalahan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Malaysia, kesalahan jenayah adalah dikawal oleh Kanun Keseksaan. Bagi tujuan topik kertas projek saya, saya mahu mengkhususkan kepada beberapa peruntukan yang berkaitan dengan kesalahan seksual. Melalui pengamatan terhadap Kanun Keseksaan, kesalahan seperti ini telah dibahagikan seperti berikut : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kesalahan mencabul kehormatan (Seksyen 354)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kesalahan rogol (Seksyen 375)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kesalahan sumbang mahram (Seksyen 376)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kesalahan luar tabii (Seksyen 377)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi setiap kesalahan seperti yang dirujuk, beban pembuktian adalah sama seperti&amp;nbsp; mana kesalahan jenayah lain, di mana pihak pembelaan haruslah berjaya dalam menimbulkan satu "keraguan yang munasabah" atau dalam bahasa Inggerisnya, &lt;em&gt;a reasonable doubt&lt;/em&gt; supaya pihak tertuduh dapat dilepaskan daripada sebarang liabiliti. Antara persoalan yang timbul ialah&amp;nbsp;sejauh mana&amp;nbsp;peruntukkan-peruntukkan berkaitan telah berjaya dalam mengekang penularan jenayah seksual di Malaysia? Selain itu, perlukah ada satu cara alternatif lain dalam membantu sebarang &lt;em&gt;lacuna &lt;/em&gt;dalam Kanun Keseksaan? Berdasarkan kes-kes yang telah dilaporkan, adakah perlu bagi sebarang penambahbaikkan bagi mengawal kesalahan seksual &amp;nbsp;daripada berleluasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIhY5fu1fBI/TgzU5akLPOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nvu7ucJbRjE/s1600/P1030129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIhY5fu1fBI/TgzU5akLPOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nvu7ucJbRjE/s400/P1030129.JPG" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERSAMBUNG.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6482565617994713780?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6482565617994713780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6482565617994713780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6482565617994713780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6482565617994713780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/08/kertas-projek-tahap-satu.html' title='Kertas Projek : Tahap Satu'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIhY5fu1fBI/TgzU5akLPOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nvu7ucJbRjE/s72-c/P1030129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-737156520306750770</id><published>2011-08-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:02:18.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salahkah kalau saya layan satu lagu D'Masiv malam ni?</title><content type='html'>Malam ni malam pertama gua dekat klang sepanjang bulan Ramadan untuk tahun ni. Letih gila bai drive dari Perak sampai Selangor. Letih punya pasal,gua terus bantai tertidur sampai saja kat rumah ..maklum la kan, muka kacak bergaya macam gua ni kena banyak kan &lt;em&gt;beauty-sleep &lt;/em&gt;baru la senantiasa berwajah menawan gitewww. Oleh itu malam ni gua dah tak berapa nak mengantuk. Sambil dok berangan atas katil, gua teringat masa bujang-bujang dulu, masa mula-mula sampai dekat UKM. Gua pun tak tau macam mana gua boleh single masa tu padahal muka gua memang semua dah sedia maklum la kan handsome tahap dewa. Pada sebuah hari Sabtu yang hening, gua bersama 4 orang sahabat rapat sejak zaman Asasi dekat UiTM lagi iaitu Khairunnazrin Mohd Noor, Afiq Ammar Tulos, Rifhan Khan dan Zahidi Afiq telah ke Metro Kajang bagi sebuah sesi karaoke. Bila tiba saja turn si Khairunnazrin ni nak nyanyi, dia telah memilih sebuah lagu bertajuk MERINDUKANMU dari kumpulan D'MASIV. Band ni dah lama terkenal masa tu, tapi gua tau satu lagu je,CINTA INI MEMBUNUHKU. Tapi kali ni gua dah tau satu lagu baru, gara-gara member gua yang sorang ni la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8Dh2WXNvg0/SmJ2kcQ3OlI/AAAAAAAABvk/UmkUrDx6M7A/s400/D+masiv+band+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8Dh2WXNvg0/SmJ2kcQ3OlI/AAAAAAAABvk/UmkUrDx6M7A/s400/D+masiv+band+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua ni tak la layan sangat jiwang-jiwang ni, lagi2 dari seberang. Tapi satu lagu ni antara yang boleh kena jugak la dengan gua. Lirik pun best, tak ada la puitis sangat. Banyak straight-forward style puya lirik..nak buat jamming pun senang. Rasa-rasa kalau perform lagu ni masa dinner Fakulti tahun depan macam best jugak. Serius gua sarankan siapa2 yang&amp;nbsp; tengah syok ber-couple tu layan la lagu ni. Lagi-lagi yang sang teruna, bila lu punya awek dok merajuk ke, tak pun jauh di mata, apa yang lu kena buat senang je bai. Kasi lu punya awek tu kat gua kan senang?? OK2 gua saja nak gurau. Kalau rindu kat sang dara, nyanyi la lagu ni dekat dia melalui telefon bimbit lu bai. Gerenti dia cakap lu ni balak paling romantik. Nah gua kasi lu dengar sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Sp6IyGo9LW4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sp6IyGo9LW4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sp6IyGo9LW4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak lirik pun gua boleh bagi la bai. NAH AMEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿Saat aku tertawa di atas semua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saat aku menangisi kesedihanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku ingin engkau selalu ada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku ingin engkau aku kenang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selama aku masih bisa bernafas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masih sanggup berjalan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku kan slalu memujamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meski ku tak tau lagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engkau ada di mana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dengarkan aku ku merindukanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saat aku mencoba merubah sgalanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saat aku meratapi kekalahanku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku ingin engkau selalu ada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku ingin engkau aku kenang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selama aku masih bisa bernafas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masih sanggup berjalan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku kan slalu memujamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meski ku tak tau lagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engkau ada di mana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dengarkan aku ku merindukanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dengarkan aku ku merindukanmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasal gua jiwang sangat ni?? adoi malu la pulak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-737156520306750770?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/737156520306750770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=737156520306750770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/737156520306750770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/737156520306750770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/08/salahkah-kalau-saya-layan-satu-lagu.html' title='salahkah kalau saya layan satu lagu D&apos;Masiv malam ni?'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B8Dh2WXNvg0/SmJ2kcQ3OlI/AAAAAAAABvk/UmkUrDx6M7A/s72-c/D+masiv+band+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7027473527853440840</id><published>2011-08-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T06:40:14.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuhhhh</title><content type='html'>Dah dekat setengah bulan puasa. Gua sekarang puasa dekat Perak, dekat kampung bos merangkap abah gua. Sini internet boleh tahan jugak slow, baru hari ni dapat bukak blog. Esok nak balik Klang, ada urusan sikit nak setel dekat sana. Maca mana la agaknya Klang sekarang? Dah ada menara setinggi KLCC kah yang telah dibina oleh kerajaan tempatang bawah pimpinan parti Pakatan Rakyat? OK2 gua tak campur politik sini. Esok sampai rumah, gua nak kasi update kaw2. keh3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7027473527853440840?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7027473527853440840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7027473527853440840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7027473527853440840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7027473527853440840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/08/fuhhhh.html' title='fuhhhh'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1304159209031494393</id><published>2011-07-31T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:50:41.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kenyang gila lepas sahur, terus Subuh,sekarang rasa nak tertidur</title><content type='html'>gua mula puasa penuh masa darjah 3. Alhamdulillah la sampai sekarang masih puasa penuh. Tak tau la kalau tiba-tiba tahun ni gua dapat period ke, baru la tak payah puasa kan. Lauk sahur pertama gua untuk tahun ni ialah ketam masak lemak cili api, ikan sepat kering. mak gua memang terbaik la, bangun dalam pukul 4, terus masak sahur. gua punya kenyang tak payah nak cakap la, terus ketat seluar dibuatnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka bermulalah episod baru Ramadhan dalam hidup gua. bersyukur pasal Allah masih bagi peluang. Kepada semua yang baca post ni, selamat berpuasa semua, puasa kasi penuh bai, Tarawikh jangan lupa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1304159209031494393?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1304159209031494393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1304159209031494393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1304159209031494393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1304159209031494393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/07/kenyang-gila-lepas-sahur-terus.html' title='kenyang gila lepas sahur, terus Subuh,sekarang rasa nak tertidur'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3036796465167009918</id><published>2011-07-29T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:27:33.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat Projek</title><content type='html'>Ini projek bukan "projek" yang korang dah dok terbayang dalam kepala tu. Tadi gua dah dapat e-mel daripada Fakulti Undang-Undang gua yang tersayang, pasal&amp;nbsp; kertas projek dan penyelia sekali. Gua mula-mula dah nak lupa pasal benda ni, nasib baik tadi cek emel. Tajuk kertas projek gua ialah : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"Peruntukan berkaitan jenayah seksual di Malaysia&amp;nbsp; : Keberkesanan sepanjang implementasi sehingga kini "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;﻿Mantap tak gua punya topik?? Gua tau memang mantap dan terbaik, tak payah la puji lebih-lebih. Gua dah dapar bayangkan lepas ni kena pergi interview dekat balai polis, interview dengan peguam-peguam, dan macam-macam la lagi. Dah la tinggal berapa hari nak puasa. Esok gua dah nak balik kampung, mula buat dekat kampung la jawabnya, sambil-sambil dok rehat dekat kebun bapak gua, boleh luangkan masa nak buat kertas projek sekali kan? OK Aliff, kerja berat bakal bermula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Kepada rakan-rakan, semoga berjaya mengharungi pelbagai cabaran yang bakal mendatang dalam menyiapkan kertas projek. Kasi kerjasama dengan penyelia masing-masing, nanti korang fail, tak dapat grad pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3036796465167009918?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3036796465167009918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3036796465167009918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3036796465167009918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3036796465167009918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/07/buat-projek.html' title='Buat Projek'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-243605660674540779</id><published>2011-07-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:09:22.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it is near</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan is fast approaching. A month synonymous with fasting.&amp;nbsp;What better way to train your tummy to resist the enticing temptation of food-devouring, rather than to start having "puasa sunat" by now? Alhamdulillah, today's fasting&amp;nbsp;went pretty well. Still, on the abrupt side, I need to get rid of too much nap. Other than that, I need to protect all my senses from all that is bad, because Ramadhan is not all about abstaining myself from eating only. A few days left before enduring the Holy Month. My Raya preparations are all set and done. Thanks to Abah for being so generously nice to "support' me. One more thing, I'm feeling so FULL right now. Could'nt even move the slightest of muscle. Gosh, I need to control the amount of food intake during berbuka. Feels funny, but this has been happening every year for me. A new Ramadhan resolution? Yeah, have one in my mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5v80mCQp9T8/TavFkgG0iFI/AAAAAAAABDg/jCEPfv8I6G4/s1600/puasa.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5v80mCQp9T8/TavFkgG0iFI/AAAAAAAABDg/jCEPfv8I6G4/s400/puasa.gif" t$="true" width="357px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-243605660674540779?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/243605660674540779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=243605660674540779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/243605660674540779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/243605660674540779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-is-near.html' title='it is near'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5v80mCQp9T8/TavFkgG0iFI/AAAAAAAABDg/jCEPfv8I6G4/s72-c/puasa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1206029443677429786</id><published>2011-07-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:06:00.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumah kedua</title><content type='html'>TADDDAAAAAA!!!! Kejut ke!!???? I tau la you all semua sudah manyak rindu sama I kan!!??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK sori, gua saja je nak menggedik tadi, harap-harap tak ada sesiapa yang terluka hati atau terdetik mahu melempang diri ini ye.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dah dekat seminggu gua tak dapat nak online, jadi rasa teruja la sikit bila dapat kali ni. Gua baru saja sampai rumah, selama ni gua menghilang pasal gua ada urusan dekat kampung halaman gua yang terletak di Batu 17, Ayer Tawar , Perak. Bapak gua dah pencen, jadi sekarang dia nak buat rumah dekat kampung. Sampai saja dekat sana, memang tak dapat nak rehat. Bapak gua ambil keputusan nak cat rumah tu sendiri, jadi gua ni sah-sah la kena jadi kuli dia. Memang sibuk, luar dalam, semua nak kena cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DeukuxepAo/Tib5qiPvqrI/AAAAAAAAARM/EjCDL9v3mjk/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DeukuxepAo/Tib5qiPvqrI/AAAAAAAAARM/EjCDL9v3mjk/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abah nak warna oren&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah ni ada lagi yang tak lengkap. Simen-simen berterabur lagi kat tepi . Perabot baru sikit yang masuk. Cat dalam pun tak habis lagi. Tapi puas hati la, luar semua dah habis cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduk dekat kampung memang best. Nyaman,tenang,tak bising. Belakang rumah gua tu ada kebun pulak. Tapi agak sengal la, pasal line selalu tak ada. Lawak jugak bila fikir balik. Family gua rancang nak puasa dengan raya sepenuhnya dekat kampung. Tak macam dulu, dah dekat nak habis puasa, baru gerak balik kampung. Kepada semua rakan-rakan yang duduk di utara tanah air atau sekitar Lembah Kinta, jemput-jemput la datang beraya ke rumah saya ni ye Yang duduk Lembah Klang atau jauh-jauh tu, kalau korang dapat datang, memang gua terharu bila la bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1206029443677429786?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1206029443677429786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1206029443677429786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1206029443677429786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1206029443677429786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/07/rumah-kedua.html' title='rumah kedua'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DeukuxepAo/Tib5qiPvqrI/AAAAAAAAARM/EjCDL9v3mjk/s72-c/IMG_1958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-5881397530259140203</id><published>2011-07-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:53:35.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first interest</title><content type='html'>Its&amp;nbsp;been two years, make it three I guess&amp;nbsp; (taking into account my foundation studies)....since the first day I stepped into a higher educational institute tu pursue my studies in law. Its a tough course to say the least, so tough that maybe medicine is the only course to match with its bombarding way of studies. (Other courses, no offense you guys). I've met so many acts, codes,&amp;nbsp;treaties&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;even some pre-historic cases. Read it, sure. Memorize? That's a whole other new level, considering how unreasonable for a normal human brain to keep up with such exorbitant number of data. Nothing to regret though from my behalf, because this is the field that I dreamt of engaging myself into since my yester-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I do have one other passion. A passion for sounds, beautiful sounds, produced from the pluckings of a six-string instrument they called the GUITAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-guitar-store.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/Gibson-Robot-Guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336px" i$="true" src="http://the-guitar-store.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/Gibson-Robot-Guitar.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, B, G, D, A, and E. The pitch of each respective strings from top to bottom. The way to play it varies in accordance to the type of music one wants to play. Not forgetting the type of guitar one is using, either acoustic or amplified. My so-called history with this instrument tracks back to my retro days in MCKK, the school where I learnt so many stuffs, stuffs that some even parents are not obliged to teach. I dont know, but it has become some sort of a tradition for MCKK students that playing guitars is considered a must. I'm not saying all, but each batch will have a substantial number of guitarist that forming more than three bands per-batch is normal. Some say that this is all due to the influence of the indie-band BUTTERFINGERS, one of the earliest pioneers of the underground music scene in Malaysia. Well, you guest it. Excluding Emmet, the vocalist, all members of the band are alumni of MCKK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bf-1.com/news-melayu/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/2509716338_5484856e22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" i$="true" src="http://bf-1.com/news-melayu/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/2509716338_5484856e22.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butterfingers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They might have been the force of this playing-guitar plague that has been infecting most of my school students till this day. Personally, I first encountered a guitar when I was 15. Never really knew how to play it back then, though. Then I learnt how to play it in a more proper way, producing true music sounds instead of a privolous pluckings. It took me quite awhile, my tender fingers were always in pain each time I played. Then, everything when to another step as my friends and I began having jamming session on each Saturday outtings in a place called Zai Am Studio. An old studio, never close to cozzy. But we loved that place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/26102_1107710551114_1777337377_206108_1678144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275px" i$="true" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/26102_1107710551114_1777337377_206108_1678144_n.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From playing simple acoustic guitars, we have now started to hit the crunching new tunes of electric. I continued to play guitar, until I graduated right after my SPM. I have two guitars of my own, just purchasing it for fun I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaOviNFXD1g/Tg9IXIldzoI/AAAAAAAAARE/GGfXk6nXtMk/s1600/1_514561247l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaOviNFXD1g/Tg9IXIldzoI/AAAAAAAAARE/GGfXk6nXtMk/s400/1_514561247l.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAMAHA Acoustic guitar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/33393_1149561077351_1777337377_277578_3272977_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/33393_1149561077351_1777337377_277578_3272977_n.jpg" width="292px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;IBANEZ, with amps. Man, I look bad with side-burns&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿I love almost every musical genre that is associated with guitar. In all honesty, I due contemplated once that if I did not further my studies in law, I might focus on music and make a living out of it, profesionally that is. Some few years ago, some childish memories and dreams&amp;nbsp;of mine. Back to reality, the level of hecticness of my legal studies that I have to endure&amp;nbsp;daily, &amp;nbsp;have left me with little time to enjoy myself with the musical instrument that I cheerish the most. Yet, I do use any of my leisure time to have a simple pluck. My playing style have deteriorate since finishing school, but come on, its just for fun. Nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Good bye, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-5881397530259140203?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5881397530259140203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=5881397530259140203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/5881397530259140203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/5881397530259140203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-interest.html' title='my first interest'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaOviNFXD1g/Tg9IXIldzoI/AAAAAAAAARE/GGfXk6nXtMk/s72-c/1_514561247l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-913432480489332610</id><published>2011-07-01T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:45:31.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>writings of a mad Harahap</title><content type='html'>Is this a subtle form of&amp;nbsp;a sabotage? Is this all a conspiracy? It should not be..its illogical. why should it be as such? come on, stop kidding for crying out loud. But lets think, for a split second, it could be, right? Nothing is exorbitant nowadays, everything could be unparallel to what it is supposed to be back at day 1. The world is all about irrelevancy, that makes the world go round. There's no way you could distinguish between a hoax and the fact, at least as I'm concern that is. What..voices? Don't trust them. Wait, perhaps you should, that could be the only&amp;nbsp;way out for you from this tunnel that leads to your own perdition. You might savour salvation by hearing them. Amidst all of this, create a plan of your own. Because if you fail to do so, there's nothing more awaits you, than destruction..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-913432480489332610?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/913432480489332610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=913432480489332610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/913432480489332610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/913432480489332610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/07/writings-of-mad-harahap.html' title='writings of a mad Harahap'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7472943901062770500</id><published>2011-06-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:07:37.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah selamatkan Muhammad Aliff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/9r/rk/kj/51.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260px" i$="true" src="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/9r/rk/kj/51.gif" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka dengan ini gua yang bernama Muhammad Aliff bin Abd Rani sudahlah berumur 21 tahun. Sehubungan dengan itu, gua sudah layak untuk mengundi. Selain itu juga, gua sudah boleh bertanggungan dalam apa-apa kesalahan jenayah berdasarkan Kanun Keseksaan, seperti kesalahan merogol, kelucahan melampau, curi dan juga mematikan orang dengan salah. Malam semalam, abah gua belanja gua makan Western Food ter-best yang pernah wujud dalam dunia ni, iaitu chicken chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2199757370_1312a24cb3_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2199757370_1312a24cb3_o.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama bai gua tak merasa chicken chop,maklum la, gua kan orang putih. ( ^___^).&amp;nbsp; Sambil tu makan Yong Tau Fu sikit. Malam paling kenyang dalam hidup gua. Fikir-fikir balik, cepat betul masa berlalu, dulu-dul gua kecik comel je, sekarang dah dewasa,kacak bergaya pulak tu. Tak percaya, mari gua bawak lu semua ke satu pengembaraan tentang perubahan dan evolusi gua : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29964_1131343621926_1777337377_245119_6475004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29964_1131343621926_1777337377_245119_6475004_n.jpg" width="282px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masa ni gua umur 2 tahun,baru nak belajar naik basikal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/38305_1158508501031_1777337377_295989_3881330_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/38305_1158508501031_1777337377_295989_3881330_n.jpg" width="275px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masa umur 6 tahun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/29964_1131343701928_1777337377_245120_3514253_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/29964_1131343701928_1777337377_245120_3514253_n.jpg" width="280px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang ni pulak masa gua umur 5 tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/29164_1137586537995_1777337377_256211_7454306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/29164_1137586537995_1777337377_256211_7454306_n.jpg" width="278px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darjah 2,gua dapat hadiah pasal dapat nombor 1 dalam kelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/22558_1073111886169_1777337377_147516_1253710_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/22558_1073111886169_1777337377_147516_1253710_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zaman indah di MCKK, masa form 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan akhir sekali,inilah diri gua sekarang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29643_1124683135418_1777337377_235122_1491621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" i$="true" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29643_1124683135418_1777337377_235122_1491621_n.jpg" width="340px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pergh kacak gila mamat ni!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿Lebih kurang macam tu la evolusi hidup gua. Sedar-sedar dah 21 tahun. Dari zaman sekolah rendah,kena campak masuk asrama sampai 5 tahun, dan dah pun masuk universiti. Gua nak ucap terima kasih banyak-banyak dekat mak bapak gua pasal sanggup besarkan gua sampai lebih dua dekad ni. Terima kasih jugak untuk semua kawan-kawan dari Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Methodist Port Klang, MCKK, UiTM Shah Alam dan&amp;nbsp;UKM yang wish selamat untuk gua. Serius, gua terharu bai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang mantap pasal harijadi gua ni,ada dua perkara yang terjadi hari ni :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Transformers : Dark Of The Moon keluar kat pawagam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Hari ni Isra' Mikraj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, memandangkan Isra' Mikraj, gua pun berpuasa la hari ni. Harap-harap dapat la menambahkan sikit pahala. Esok gua ingat nak pergo tengok Transformers la,dengar-dengar ni final installment dari Michael Bay. Kena tengok bai!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Rasanya tu saja la kot. Sekali lagi, terima kasih untuk yang wish, see you guys next post. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7472943901062770500?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7472943901062770500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7472943901062770500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7472943901062770500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7472943901062770500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/06/allah-selamatkan-muhammad-aliff.html' title='Allah selamatkan Muhammad Aliff'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-8932635383239306269</id><published>2011-06-28T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:57:09.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bakal mencecah</title><content type='html'>Esok merupakan hari yang sangat best. Dah la Transformers keluar esok, Isra' Mikraj pun kena hari yang sama. But the one that really thrills me is that by tomorrow (29 June 2011), I will be officially 21 years old. Catch you guys latter , promise to give a proper post on this with some cool pictures of mine. Ni intro je baru..hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-8932635383239306269?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8932635383239306269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=8932635383239306269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8932635383239306269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8932635383239306269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/06/bakal-mencecah.html' title='bakal mencecah'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2247389031981278449</id><published>2011-06-27T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:56:00.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping with a red jumpsuit</title><content type='html'>Tatkala nguapan mulut gua kian membesar, gua mengelamun seketika. Malam ni sumpah gua boring. Bukan la nak kata malam-malam lain tu best sangat, tapi entah pasal apa malam ni tusukan kebosanan tu begitu dalam di sanubari diri yang hensem ini. Sampai ke tahap gua jadi tak tenang. Seperti biasa hari Isnin malam Selasa, gua akan tengok cerita Juvana dekat TV3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtbLecUqSPE/Tb7iBtZVDTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B-sPEflvwmo/s320/juvana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtbLecUqSPE/Tb7iBtZVDTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B-sPEflvwmo/s320/juvana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drama mingguan ni memang tak berapa nak cliche la kalau nak banding dengan drama Melayu lain. Pasal sebuah sekolah juvana,watak utama dia pulak masuk sekolah ni pasal kesalahan yang dia tak buat. Tapi skrip cerita dia memang kaw-kaw punya terabur, gua cakap bai. Pelakon pun macam nak-tak nak saja berlakon. Mungkin pasal ramai pelakon pelapis kot. Tapi gua tengok jugak la,pasal dah boring sangat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua pun online lepas drama ni habis. Tiba-tiba gua teringat satu lagu yang gua cukup layan masa gua form 5 dulu. Time tu gua memang kepala otak tension gila (pasal SPM la agaknya) dan jugak pasal sebab-sebab peribadi lain yang tak boleh gua cakap dekat sini. Jadi, gua suka cari ketenangan dalam muzik. Ada sebuah band yang baru nak naik masa tu, dari U.S.A, nama band ni The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9ShGL_MxtU/TavjRsePZSI/AAAAAAAABWU/SVCGdQqkg1E/s1600/Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9ShGL_MxtU/TavjRsePZSI/AAAAAAAABWU/SVCGdQqkg1E/s320/Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu dia banyak bergenre "emo". So memang kena la dengan jiwa gua masa tu. Serius,setiap kali gua tension, fikir pasal macam-macam masalah, gua pun terus duduk, dan layan band ni. Antara lagu diorang yang paling best ialah Face Down. Ni debut- single band ni. Lirik dia pun bagi gua agak best la, lebih kurang macam seseorang yang&amp;nbsp;memberontak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/6Ux6SlOE9Qk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ux6SlOE9Qk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Ux6SlOE9Qk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat atas ni ada video lagu ni. Lepas dengar dekat 2-3 round, baru la gua rasa tenang sikit malam ni. Tapi kalau lu jenis yang mat jiwang, jangan la&amp;nbsp;dengar, karang&amp;nbsp;makin tension ada la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam semua,saja nak post sebelum tidur..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2247389031981278449?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2247389031981278449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2247389031981278449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2247389031981278449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2247389031981278449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleeping-with-red-jumpsuit.html' title='sleeping with a red jumpsuit'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtbLecUqSPE/Tb7iBtZVDTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B-sPEflvwmo/s72-c/juvana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1302621933410872439</id><published>2011-06-26T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T08:04:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersih = Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5apYmRCqeFA/RzguCaHfMdI/AAAAAAAAAx4/34Qz1BgDigo/s400/bersih+yellow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5apYmRCqeFA/RzguCaHfMdI/AAAAAAAAAx4/34Qz1BgDigo/s320/bersih+yellow.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious that most Malaysians are more than aware of this logo up here. In actuality, it's a Malay translation of the word "Clean". Scheduled on the 9th of July, its will be conducted in the form of a rally right at the heart of the nation's capital. The objective ; mainly are to ensure a better system during all elections, so we are told. A direct message to the Election Committee I should say. The main personnel ; Datuk Ambiga Sreenevasan, well-known as the former President of The&amp;nbsp; Bar Council.&amp;nbsp; An impervious indiviual who advocates on the emphasis of human rights, she is the back-bone of this would-to-be gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/ambiga-sreenevasan1-june14-353x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271px" i$="true" src="http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/ambiga-sreenevasan1-june14-353x300.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian Government have viewed this demonstration in a rather negative spectrum. This is getting pretty much palpable with the fact that almost in the end of every news bulletin, the final words from the news anchor is that every Malaysian should live in harmony and avoid any activities that might triggered riot. So much for a subliminal form of a message. Most right-sided entities have given the view that such rally or gathering must not take place in Kuala Lumpur, by arguing that if would only spark detrimental results. For example, the decrease of the nation's income from the tourism industry, the most popular argument thus far. Some even argue that why dont this rally be conducted in a much safer and confined compound, like in a stadium for example. Much of the criticism of the upcoming rally had been nothing more than mere words, as so far, there are no signs that it would be cancelled. Much of the future participants have countered that this is the only way to show to the EC and the Government as a whole, on what they want for the future of the Malaysian Election. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that Malaysia is one of the worse country, in perspective of the human rights issue. Who could deny that? Most of the blame have been forwarded to the seemingly unscrupulous enforcement of the Internal Security Act. The Government have made it clear that they will not hesitate to use this act to any participants of this upcoming rally. Hence, the right to gather as layed down in Article 10 of the Federal Constitution have been used as the most pivotal shield by the Bersih participants. The Constitution is the supreme law of the land, why should anyone be arguing it?...most of them said. Yet, one must not look at the provision frivolously as the enforcers does have the rights to hinder such gathering if any form of violence ensues. Although most have said that this would be a safe rally, the conundrum continues as to whether the assurance of safety would proven to be a reality on that faithful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is arguing on the essence of this upcoming event. Its a good medium to show what the citizens wants for the near future. It is just that in this country, where street demonstrations have been viewed as a taboo, the organizers should look on the most effective approach so that their expression would be understood by the government in a more justified manner, for both parties,that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best wishes to the BERSIH rally and all its participants. Please, ensure that in the course of the demonstration, no form of danger and riot would follow through. Besides, I do hope you guys are successful in reaching this rally's objectives, because if you don't, all of you would be the biggest laughing-stock for years to come. I can ensure you that. Be "BERSIH".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1302621933410872439?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1302621933410872439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1302621933410872439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1302621933410872439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1302621933410872439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/06/bersih-clean.html' title='Bersih = Clean'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5apYmRCqeFA/RzguCaHfMdI/AAAAAAAAAx4/34Qz1BgDigo/s72-c/bersih+yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-939119387089604083</id><published>2011-06-25T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T05:55:13.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAHARAJA LAWAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY4nLcxC-2I/TgXPveC9hDI/AAAAAAAAARA/rw2iZLcHBm0/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY4nLcxC-2I/TgXPveC9hDI/AAAAAAAAARA/rw2iZLcHBm0/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam semalam dah pun final Maharaja Lawak. 13 minggu bai bersiaran. Lepas show dekat Johor,Pahang etc., akhirnya siaran ni melabuhkan tirai dekat Stadium Melawati Shah Alam. Gua mula-mula ingat nak pergi tengok live dekat sana, tapi memandangkan ada beberapa "masalah", gua pun tengok dekat rumah saja la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas Gelanggang Raja Lawak 5 habis dulu, gua memang tak sabar gila nak tunggu ML mula. Ini bukan macam edisi Raja Lawak yang biasa, tapi&amp;nbsp; peserta-peserta&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Raja Lawak yang terpilih dari yang pertama sampai edisi ke-5 akan masuk. Jozan, Jambu,Nabil,XN3,Sepah,Jihan, Man, ramai lagi la. Mantap gila, pasal all-star punya pertandingan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final semalam memang dah ramai yang jangka, siapa yang akan masuk. Ada 4 finalis : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC0XRQI8GPE/TZXGfxWUNTI/AAAAAAAAB84/nKKIg5guwNA/s1600/WanGerrard_Nabil_Maharaja_Lawak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC0XRQI8GPE/TZXGfxWUNTI/AAAAAAAAB84/nKKIg5guwNA/s320/WanGerrard_Nabil_Maharaja_Lawak.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beritagempak.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Sepah-Maharaja-Lawak-300x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://www.beritagempak.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Sepah-Maharaja-Lawak-300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T-Q9KVW4m4/TbLD6n5QOvI/AAAAAAAABgs/WfXgTMUCHmQ/s320/jambu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T-Q9KVW4m4/TbLD6n5QOvI/AAAAAAAABgs/WfXgTMUCHmQ/s320/jambu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beritagempak.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Jozan-Maharaja-Lawak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://www.beritagempak.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Jozan-Maharaja-Lawak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang 13 minggu ni, Jozan selalu sangat dapat undian tertinggi. So malam semalam diorang memang calon pilihan la untuk jadi juara. Macam-macam tema pihak Astro bagi untuk setiap minggu, Jozan bagi gua la yang paling excel. Baik dari tema Silent Comedy,sampai la ke tema Cross-gender. Nabil masa mula-mula agak lemah,mungkin pasal kontroversi yang kena dekat dia kot. Jambu mula-mula slow je gua tengok. Sepah macam biasa la, banyak lawak kasar. Final semalam gua agak koyak la, pasal dalam banyak-banyak tema komedi, Musical Comedy la yang paling gua tak berapa nak masuk. Tapi tema ni la yang Astro kasi. Tahap final ni, menurut pandangan gua la, mediocre je. Tak la semantap minggu-minggu sebelum ni. Tapi gua memang seronok la dengan "alter-ego" Jozan, iaitu Ah Chai dengan Mael Lambung. Susah bai, nak cari artis Malaysia yang dapat hasilkan satu watak lain dari diri diorang, dulu setahu gua AC Mizal saja yang pernah buat, iaitu Cik Mat Poi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila keputusan diumum, keputusannya : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sepah&lt;br /&gt;2. Jozan&lt;br /&gt;3. Nabil&lt;br /&gt;4.Jambu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah gua terkejut bai. Mungkin pasal persembahan Sepah malam tu menonjol lebih sikit, so diorang menang. Markah juri pun faktor jugak. Maka berbangga la semua warga Johor, pasal Sepah ni orang Johor. Tapi tak kisah la, pasal semua peserta dapat duit. Kaya bai semua finalis ni,juara dapat lebih kurang RM500,000. Belum campur bayaran diorang perform setiap minggu lagi. Yang penting bagi gua, program ni dah buktikan yang komedi dekat Malaysia ni masih hidup. Kalau la Allahyarhan Tan Sri P. Ramlee hidup lagi, dia mesti bangga. Rating TV rancangan ni pun pecah rekod bai. Tahniah la Astro. Harap-harap dalam tempoh 5 tahun nanti, Maharaja Lawak 2 pulak keluar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-939119387089604083?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/939119387089604083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=939119387089604083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/939119387089604083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/939119387089604083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/06/maharaja-lawak.html' title='MAHARAJA LAWAK'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xY4nLcxC-2I/TgXPveC9hDI/AAAAAAAAARA/rw2iZLcHBm0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-9175216756185295575</id><published>2011-06-23T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:44:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perkhabaran</title><content type='html'>Menonton bola di hadapan televisyen sudahlah menjadi kesukaan gua dari dulu. Bukak MTV dengan Hitz.TV, dengan harapan setinggi gunung adalah lagu-lagu&amp;nbsp;best yang baru. Last2, bukannya ada lagu best pun. Balik-balik lagu yang berunsur "clubbing" ni jugak. Mak dan abah balik kampung, ada urusan. Gua tak ikut, pasal ada hal dekat sini. Adik gua meniarap, sambil meng"atas-garisan"kan dirinya dengan komputer riba ACER. Bosan, cuti memang selalu macam tu kan? Gua nak kerja, abah suruh tolong dia dekat kampung saja. Facebook dan Twitter jangan dilupa, peneman setia di kala boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba gua perasan, "La, gua ada blog ke bai? Lupa pulak" Lantas dengan satu klik yang mudah, laman Blogger ini sekali lagi gua jelajah. Sumpah lama gila bai tak bukak. Laman tempat gua curahkan perasaan,luahkan apa yang terpendam, laman memaki orang. Gua ni pendiam sebenarnya, laman ni saja la tempat gua nak meraban sikit. Kena pulak malam ni entah kenapa bosan gua jadi tahap gila-gila tak dapat tahan,gua kasi la satu post dekat sini. Dah berhabuk pun page ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,apa gua nak merepek pun gua tak tahu bai. Pasal exam?? Dah lebih seminggu keputusan keluar, keputusannya?? Gua meningkat,Alhamdulillah. Cuma gua kecewa la sikit pasal tak capai ke tahap yang gua dok impikan selama gua bermimpi&amp;nbsp;setiap malam. Dah 4 sem bai gua try. Hampir sangat dah nak capai, mungkin kalau tak pasal satu emel tu, gua dah seronok sekarang. Kecewa jugak la, gua memang dah yakin semester ni dapat apa yang gua nak. Gua berborak baru-baru ni dengan seorang "Old Boy" sekolah gua,kenalan abah. Lulusan luar negara.&amp;nbsp;Gaya macam mat salleh pun ada. &amp;nbsp;Dia cakap "jangan risau, ini semua konspirasi nak jatuhkan kau. Orang memang tak suka kita ni naik. What you're going through is a complete nonsense." HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Gua hanya mampu gelak bila dengar dia cakap macam tu. Mungkin betul. Tapi,&amp;nbsp;come on la, siapa la gua ni sangat? Gua bukan Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim, petah berbicara.&amp;nbsp; Gua&amp;nbsp;bukan Tan Sri Azman Mokhtar, memegang "KHAZANAH" negara. &amp;nbsp;Sampai ke tahap orang nak konspirasi pulak nak jatuhkan. Mula-mula memang la tension,nak salahkan semua orang. Fikir-fikir balik ,baik la salahkan diri sendiri. Abah dengan mak pun faham. Yang penting, gua meningkat dan gua faham apa yang gua belajar. Fikir saja pasal diri sendiri, buat apa nak ambil tahu pasal orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang cuti ini gua berkhidmat sebagai khadam, kuli, dan juga driver kepada kedua-dua ibubapa gua. Kerja macam ni memang la best, ikut suka hati gua saja bila nak bangun pagi. Tak payah pakai uniform. Tapi gaji memang sikit la. Jadi la. Bapak gua lagi suka gua dekat rumah, boleh disuruh buat macam-macam. Jelez jugak dengan kawan-kawan yang ada kerja macam-macam dekat luar. Tak dilupakan senior-senior fakulti gua yang hampir kesemuanya dah pun habis latihan "sangkutan" diorang. Tahniah2,nanti ajar la gua yang junior ni selok belok bersangkutan ye. Gua dengar senior-senior yang baru grad pun dah mula dapat offer kerja macam-macam. Ada yang chambering, ada yang masuk AGC. Tak kisah la lapangan mana yang korang ambil. Tahniah ye, semoga berjaya pada masa depan. Gua fikir-fikir balik, tinggal lagi 2 tahun nak habis belajar. Sekarang masa untuk fikir ke depan saja bai, tak payah nak toleh belakang. Rata-rata member fakulti gua mungkin dah ada rancangan masa hadapan,gua pun dah ada. Tapi tak boleh la bagitau, gua suka buat surprise. keh keh keh keh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua pun dah mengantuk ni. Sumpah gua rasa best dapat bukak blog balik. Jumpa lagi brader-brader dan cikaro-cikaro sekalian, gua nak tido...salam sejahtera..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-9175216756185295575?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/9175216756185295575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=9175216756185295575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/9175216756185295575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/9175216756185295575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/06/perkhabaran.html' title='perkhabaran'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6154382036617441021</id><published>2011-05-09T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T03:04:42.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a woman I knew</title><content type='html'>Broken down to joyous tears. That was your response the minute the doctor told you that there is another heart-beating soul in your womb. Nine months of aggravation and agony had passed, and the&amp;nbsp;moment the doctor lend my fragile body to your arms, you could only utter the words of appreciation to God. I wonder till this day, how much suffering that you had to endured while having me inside of you for nine months? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, you have never looked behind even for a split second. Back when I was four, you filled you night leisureness by teaching me on how to recite the Holy Quran. I was so lazy, keep on running around to avoid all your lessons. It must have been hard for you to keep me quite back then, and even if you did manage to keep a hold of me, I keep on making all those annoying long-faces that would make any reasonable man to lose their indecisive nerves. Yet, you keep your own calm ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the moment where I had to leave home to study in a boarding school. It was hard for me to acclimatize in a rather new surrounding, resulting in a series of home-sickness that really&amp;nbsp;bugs me off. I keep on calling home,specifically you, to release all of these abhorrent&amp;nbsp;feelings within me. You were there all the way, being an obedient listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years,&amp;nbsp;I began to question myself, why haven't you complained even for once in regards to all the problems that I had drag you into? You keep on disparaging yourself, telling me that you never went to any prestigious alma mater, you have no goals in life, and you retirement was just another surplus,unlike the man you married. You keep on telling me that it would not be a wise decision to follow on your footsteps. When the world keeps on lambasting me, there are still some who believes, and one of them was you. You told me that I have a bright future up ahead,and I would not end up in veins. Well,heard that most of the time, but the ones that went through your mouth was the one that really made me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, I've been searching for another woman,just like you. After several rendezvous, I've failed, no one is even close to how great you are, not even my current girlfriend. After all the hardness that you went through, I've always reckon that I would repay you, though I knew, that would be almost impossible because what you did for me was way more. I give you my word, I will always belong to you, because you are second, to none. You are the best women I knew, you are my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6154382036617441021?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6154382036617441021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6154382036617441021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6154382036617441021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6154382036617441021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/05/woman-i-knew.html' title='a woman I knew'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-651800601864597851</id><published>2011-05-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:52:16.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd year...goodbye</title><content type='html'>A week had passed since my penultimate paper of the semester, in&amp;nbsp;a direct response, concluding my life as a 2nd year law student. Good memories? Lots of them, compared to the rather less-fortunate I guess. Personally, I need to say that I am getting better. Not to brag or anything sort of, but I've been really serious on my studies, even more serious compared to my previous years. Luckily, the God-given endurance that is so hardly needed was there for me all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, my 2nd year as a law student had turned out to be in a more less-turbulent manner compared to the previous one. Maybe due to the fact that I've been more accustomed with my surroundings here,&amp;nbsp;distinguishing it to my&amp;nbsp;naive 1st year life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once angain, I am elected as a member of the Law Society here. Feels good that the members&amp;nbsp;of the faculty&amp;nbsp;still wants me around by presenting me with this honourable mandate again. I do feel thankful for them. I give you my words, I will serve you well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say, a 4 months holiday is waiting for me. Happy holidays everyone, see you guys around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-651800601864597851?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/651800601864597851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=651800601864597851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/651800601864597851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/651800601864597851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/05/2nd-yeargoodbye.html' title='2nd year...goodbye'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-8149849804003790424</id><published>2011-04-07T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:04:36.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Journey</title><content type='html'>What contributed to me being so unearthly lazy would remain unanswered for years to come. I have envisaged a more hardworking form to emerge form the depth of this lameness of myself for quite awhile, only for nothing to actually gets blossoming. Maybe thats the reason why&amp;nbsp;I have been missing from this site for a substantially long period. I have gain some new stuffs, yet some to be proven detrimental. I remembered a few years ago, a particular&amp;nbsp;person I knew told me that it doesnt matter who you are, what matters is what your goal, your target, your dream,regardless of how palpably illusive it might be. So to speak, I've been embarking in this endless throes, within me and with the world I knew. Trying to put myself together turns out to be not like a simple walk in the park. Right now, I am seeing some new and old faces, trying to emerge and getting hold of others around them,gaining disciples in order to prolong their pursuit of power and fame. This is happening everywhere right in front of my naked eyes, from the small medium of my tiny &lt;em&gt;alma mater&lt;/em&gt;, to the selected peoples up there. The ones who succedeed has reach the summit of what a reasonable men could actually dreamt of, while the ones who failed, has been left with nothing, blinded in the cruel world of obscurity. Jealousy has always been a catalyst in the structural plan in a men's downfall. Yet,&amp;nbsp;does misfortunes happened coincidently, or for a reason? Does a men's fall from grace occured due to malice, or should they actually deserves such bad luck? I wonder, how does someone actually be confirmed a place on the top, without a clear and significant contribution?&amp;nbsp; Is that how a leader is actuall selected? Good looks and eloquency does play a vital part on this, I might say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am putting this from my point of view. Honestly, with this laziness in me, I considered myself nothing, just yet. Why should I down-grade myself to&amp;nbsp;play a &lt;em&gt;pro bono &lt;/em&gt;part&amp;nbsp;in this boring drama? I don't see why I should support anyone because to be precise, I see no one to be worth supporting. Some say, that I should start to "be something". Well if this "be something" is to do the Devil's dirty work, I would rather be nothing for now. You dont need to tell me what to do, because I've strategized my own agenda. I don't need to lead right now, because now is the time for me to learn so that I would be prepared. I dont look at the one's who can only speak,without giving a sacrifice of their own. So stop&amp;nbsp;talking&amp;nbsp;and start seeing a reflection of yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might be the one's on top,for now. Yet, I suggest that they&amp;nbsp;should be prepared for the perdition that is on the horizon for them. When that day comes, you'll fall, and I'll rise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-8149849804003790424?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8149849804003790424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=8149849804003790424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8149849804003790424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8149849804003790424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-journey.html' title='This Journey'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7146612712392302299</id><published>2011-03-13T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:31:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frontman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Frontman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all the obedient disciples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throughout the journey towards an obscure sojourn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking of how accomplished you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Frontman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your imperious nature comes from the imperviousity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By removing the blanket that blocks all that are white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While only making all that are black, invincible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Frontman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What makes your kind so good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way you talk? The way you walk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The handsome element does proves its pivotalness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But is that all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Frontman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeks, decades, years of endless defiance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The struggle of everything that looks silly,but rather not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through this, the nuturing of wisdom does blossoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through this, people will bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to the one who speaks through oblivion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to the one who speaks with his action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sacrificial deeds are a must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignominious results will be in the reckoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all will not be calamitous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once you've become, The Frontman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7146612712392302299?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7146612712392302299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7146612712392302299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7146612712392302299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7146612712392302299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/03/frontman.html' title='The Frontman'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4055132691332599714</id><published>2011-02-15T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:28:36.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maulud....</title><content type='html'>Mengucapkan Salam Maulidur Rasul kepada semua warga Blogger sekalian. Sesungguhnya biarlah pada hari kelahiran Baginda ini, akan bergemerlapan lagi Nur keimanan yang telah dihadiahkan dari Baginda kepada kita semua, sekalian umatnya. InsyAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4055132691332599714?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4055132691332599714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4055132691332599714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4055132691332599714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4055132691332599714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/02/maulud.html' title='Maulud....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6194777445528930705</id><published>2011-01-31T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:51:29.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From expression, to danger..all in Egypt</title><content type='html'>I was quite amused to see some&amp;nbsp;post on Facebook&amp;nbsp;by my Malaysian compatriots in Egypt, that they are going to return home,concurrently with the date most Malaysian would be going on a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;holiday in conjuction with the Chinese New Year.&amp;nbsp;Nothing weird, maybe Egypt does grant such festivals as holidays. However, I was soon to realize that it was not to be the case. The&amp;nbsp;shocking fact was the nation's citizens are all going on a rampaging frenzy. Riots are conducted thoroughly nationwide. The catalyst towards the catastrophy : To bring the President, Hosni Mubaraq and his regime down to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest, it maybe the unsubtle manifestation of what the Egyptian have on their thoughts for the 3 decades of dictatorship by Hosni. Coming into office since 1981, he looks as if a sangfroid kind of figure,supposedly due to his military background. However, Egypt has suffered from all sorts of angle, due to the mischievous style of rule by Hosni. Notoriously, Egypt&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;one of&amp;nbsp;the most corrupted government not just in the Arab region, but in the whole world. Hosni's policy which is favourable towards the Zionist in regards to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict has even made him a rather menacing figure, to the extend that &lt;em&gt;Parade Magazine&lt;/em&gt; ranked him at number 20 of the list of World's&amp;nbsp;Worst Dictator.&amp;nbsp; Hosni Mubaraq's reign was to be seen as having a rather&amp;nbsp;uncurtailed power, even greater than an "absolute monarchy" kind of rule. You guys can witness right now, even after this raucous wrath of the people, he still thinks that he is a figure to be reckon with. To show that, most online medium and phone coverage were blocked to limitize the spreading of anti-Hosni Mubaraq doctrine amongst the people. This goes far beyond just&amp;nbsp;Egypt citizens, but to non-citizens as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly felt that this might spark a new wave of Reinassance in the Arab region. A few days back, the then-President of the Tunisian Republic had to relinquish his post due to the emergence of the people.&amp;nbsp;His over-fabulous life, which was concurrent with the poverty suffered by the Tunisians was just considered too much. I believe that this will continue in other Arab nations, which the citizens are getting much annoyed with the fact of how their rulers are so condemned to support the West, rather than to support their own brothers, who mostly shared the same oath of the Syahadah. However, I totally disagree with the way on how the citizens choses their medium of expression. I know that maybe most of them had been left disgruntled with their previous unsuccesfull ways, but causing riot nationwide is only contributing towards more calamitous consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Malaysians in Egypt are students, medical students, most of them. Not to forget some who&amp;nbsp;visits Egypt as a holiday sojourn. This chaotic condition&amp;nbsp;causes the unprecedented large exodus of Malaysians from there this few days. Most of my friend had returned home safely in one piece. I do hope that the Malaysian Government would put an even stronger effort to retrieve all Malaysians from Egypt, to avoid them from being engage towards&amp;nbsp;any&amp;nbsp;unspeakable danger. Be strong, may Allah always be by your side, my compatriots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6194777445528930705?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6194777445528930705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6194777445528930705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6194777445528930705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6194777445528930705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-expression-to-dangerall-in-egypt.html' title='From expression, to danger..all in Egypt'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3740644242778253685</id><published>2011-01-24T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:13:27.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's written for me?</title><content type='html'>I am fast approaching the end of my second year in Law School. In a direct consequence, congrats Aliff, there's another two years upon graduating. I spent one year as a law matriculation student back in UiTM, that is prior upon entering an actual law school, which is&amp;nbsp;in my case, proves to be UKM. OK there's still time, no need to sweat your head off just yet, most of my collegues told me that. Yet lately, I've been wondering on which field of expertise should I engage myself into right after receiving that illusive first scroll. Thus, here are the options : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAWYER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an LLB Hons. qualifies one to practice law actively. This career seems to be rather a cliche for a law graduate. Upon becoming a lawyer, one needs to complete a 9 month practical programme, legally known as the "chambering".&amp;nbsp;After that, one will officially be declared a lawyer, through a process named "called to the Bar". Most of the lawyers that I had met said that being called to the Bar was one of the most memorable event in their legal career life. Being a lawyer needs much of the best from you. Possessing an adequate level of eloquence will be instrumental. Not to forget a no-nonsence approach, as sometimes you&amp;nbsp;may not just be&amp;nbsp;dealing with money&amp;nbsp;or properties, but&amp;nbsp;someones life might&amp;nbsp;even be at stake. Honestly, I&amp;nbsp;don't think being a lawyer will be good for me.&amp;nbsp;I seldom speak, not to mention how low the level of intransigence&amp;nbsp;inside of me is. Still, my father do expresses his desire to see me become one. &amp;nbsp;Even the urging to be a lawyer from my school-mates have made me even confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUDGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus here's another option. All LLB Hons graduate are qualified to become a first class magistrate. Most say that its hard to get yourself promoted, especially in the judiciary. My say, I think this one suits me well. To become one, I need to have a very critical mind, not to forget being impervious to all sorts of undue pressure. It becomes something of a driving force for me, to know that many MCKK alumnis had carved their names in the nations&amp;nbsp;historic judiciary folklore. Amongst those are the late Tan Sri Azmi Kamarudin, former judge of the Supreme Court. His younger brother, Suhaimi Kamarudin, former UMNO Youth Chief who happens to be a practicing lawyer. Nowadays,&amp;nbsp;a prominent MCOB's in the system&amp;nbsp;is Datuk Hashim Yusof, judge in the Federal Court. Even a fellow Ayer Tawar men like me, Dato Abdul Rahim Uda(however,he is not from MCKK, he is a SDARA), who now holds the post of Hight Court Judge in Shah Alam, has become an instant idol in my village. I do acknowledge them, as they were graduates of my school. Hope that I will continue their legacy, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LEGAL ADVISOR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one seems to be rather simple on the surface. If I were to become one, I'll have my own office, and most of my daily routine would be drafting and observing legal documents, as well as giving any advices from the legal view. The consequence would be different, depending on what department I engage myself into, either govermental or non-govermental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LECTURER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A degree would not be sufficient enough. Having at least an LLM (Masters in Law) would be pivotal though. This career seems to be very easy, as what I need to do is teach, just like a teacher. Personally, I don't have any teaching skills, but as this career is much promising, especially in todays circumstances, I might give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, there are many jobs a law graduate can get themselves into. Besides the one's that I mentioned earlier, there are also other promising careers such as Public Prosecutor, Federal Counsel, Police Officer, District Officer and even more. What vital for me is the endless pursuit towards something within someone. I admit that I am no A-grader, nor even a Dean-lister. But I never get easily indulge with myself. I'm contemplating to further my studies in the Master's level, perhaps even PhD, in the near future. And if proven possible, I might try to study abroad. That is one of my dreams that are yet to be achieved. Its not the title "Professor" or "Dr" that I want, its the dissaticfaction of what I have right now, the avarice for knowledge within myself that made me want to continue to study. Somehow, I felt rather lucky that most of my schoolmates are on the same page as me, as this first degree would not be the end for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jawatan Utama Sektor Awam". That seems quite hard to achieve. But still, the thrill and hardship of gaining that title makes me even more enthusiastic than ever. For now, that is my goal. I may not know what the future has in store for me, I just hope that it's a bright one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3740644242778253685?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3740644242778253685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3740644242778253685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3740644242778253685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3740644242778253685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-written-for-me.html' title='What&apos;s written for me?'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6659165387511785398</id><published>2011-01-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T02:46:05.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pesanan ikhlas Muhammad Aliff..</title><content type='html'>Gua perasan zaman sekarang ni ramai betul makhluk-makhluk tak sedar diri. Gua bukan ape bai, gua kurang senang sikit la dengan pemandangan ni. Benda ni makin jelas lepas gua masuk universiti. OK gua explain la sikit. "Benda-benda" ni dah la dok datang gua nye negeri,gua nye tempat, ade hati pulak nak buat taiko. Dok buat geng ramai-ramai, apa lu bajet orang takut la! Bapak lu sapa? Atuk lu sapa? Pengarah Siasatan Jenayah Bukit Aman eh? OK&amp;nbsp;rendak sikit la, Ketua Polis Daerah Pelabuhan Klang..&amp;nbsp;Bukan kan? So kalau gua hentak lu sampai pecah sana-sini, cungkil sikit bijik mata tu so gua leh jual kat black market, &amp;nbsp;lu ade ke back-up yang nak tolong lu, selain daripada geng2 malaun&amp;nbsp;lu nye kampung&amp;nbsp;yang takde la otai mana pun gua tengok? TAKDE KAN!!?? datang-datang sini baru la nak tunjuk lagak,blah la jahanam!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perghh lu olang punya fesyen aaaaa, gua manyak takut woo tengok. Rambut buat style itu ini, baju tak payah cakap la. Member gua yang merata-rata dok belajar oversea tu pun gua tengok elok je balik-balik sini, lu pulak baru masuk U, dah bergaya macam-macam. Gua faham la kalau lu memang urban punya orang,expected and excepted..&amp;nbsp;tapi masalahnya lu bukan&amp;nbsp;bai! Macam kartun pun ada gua tengok. Konon muzik di hati la kan. Gua tanya sikit band-band macam As I Lay Dying, Bring Me The Horizon, Bullet For My Valentine, satu pun tak tau. Ingat style macam tu power la main gitar, last2 main pun macam haram, ade pulak tu langsung tak reti. Sumpah lawak tahap gaban bai!! Weh gaya macam lu tu, orang Barat tu pun dah tak layan la. Orang-orang kampung lu tu je yang dok&amp;nbsp;obsess lagi.&amp;nbsp;Updated la sikit bangang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali masuk U, hidup mesti mau sosial kan? or should I say soSIAL??? Sampai sini la pun baru nak bergaul dengan ramai-ramai orang, baru la nak join enjoy-enjoy ni semua, baru la nak jumpa orang negeri lain!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ek eleh, ingat lu mantap sangat la dok terkinja-kinja clubbing malam-malam tu? Clubbing je pun, bukannya makan-makan kat hotel or pub yang mahal-mahal . Its OK doh, gua&amp;nbsp;faham ,lu memang tak mampu pun. Dah la macam tu, sekali nak flirt dengan budak-budak pekan je semua. Flirt ramai-ramai pulak tu. Cewwwaahhh, hot la katakan. Ape? owh, diorang yang dok gatal dengan lu eh? memang la diorang nak gatal dengan lu, dah lu nye muka tu terang-terang ade tulis "JUALAN MURAH"!! memang la mamat-mamat ni dok cari. lu ingat diorang tu&amp;nbsp;betul-betul suka sama lu? lu kena game je la bai. Fikir la sikit, dengan perangai tak senonoh, belajar pun merapu, datang pulak dari ulu @ negeri yang entah mane-mane, mamat-mamat @ minah-minah yang serupa hampeh &amp;amp; langsi macam lu je la yang terhegeh-hegeh. Tak payah bangga la bai.&amp;nbsp;Tak payah la&amp;nbsp;bangga ramai balak @ awek, entah celah mana&amp;nbsp;yang hot pun gua tak tau.&amp;nbsp;Lu takde standard, flirt-flirt lu tu pun sama la takde standard. Kalau ye pun sangap sangat, cari la orang lu sendiri, tak payah nak sebarkan kuman-kuman&amp;nbsp;tempat lu tu dekat sini. Akai ada, akai!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang bila gua tengok orang-orang macam ni, gua sendiri jadi insaf bai. Gua sedar apa tujuan mak bapak gua hantar gua belajar dari kecik sampai sekarang. Gua belajar jadi sedar diri, tu yang penting. Serius gua respek member-member gua yang datang dari keluarga yang kurang senang, tapi sedar diri. Sekarang ni dah ramai pun belajar sana-sini. Gua tumpang gembira bai dengan member-member gua yang macam ni. Cuma sesetengah malaun ni je yang buat gua berbulu semenjak dua menjak ni. Jadi,&amp;nbsp; lantak la siapa-siapa pun yang nak terasa. Sedarlah asal-usul, sedar tanggungjwab, sedar diri sendiri. Sekian. Salam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6659165387511785398?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6659165387511785398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6659165387511785398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6659165387511785398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6659165387511785398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/01/pesanan-ikhlas-muhammad-aliff.html' title='pesanan ikhlas Muhammad Aliff..'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-975981988921781755</id><published>2011-01-07T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:40:29.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of an old boy</title><content type='html'>That very day,&amp;nbsp;I arrived early in the morning. The view of the school was rather breath-taking. A White House-like, kind of. Before that, I'm already thrilled with the fact that this letter came to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSb4iTQdYFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7EyMlsZ09IY/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSb4iTQdYFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7EyMlsZ09IY/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished, delighted, confused, you name it. Every sorts of feeling bombarded me that particular moment when&amp;nbsp;I read this letter. My father had already told me stories of this alma mater,from &amp;nbsp;its illustrious folklore to its progress in providing the nation with top-class leaders. Entering Koleq would be making me a new flip of generation in my family's book&amp;nbsp;to do such. My father's uncle, Dr Jaafar Thani bin Jamaluddin, his cousin, Rashi Radha Aban Faisal, and my 2nd nephew, Ahmad Riduan Dahari previously graduated from here too. The level of enthusiasm within me also got an adrenaline boost to know that Mr. Alimuddin bin Mohd Dom (now Tan Sri), the principal back then,&amp;nbsp;is a close companion to my father, having grew up together in the suburbs of Ayer Tawar, Perak. In a direct consequence, I accepted the offer, in which I must admit, unrefussable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, began it was, my life in a new school, far away from home. I was so tender, not to forget vulnerable&amp;nbsp;back then, having no knowledge whatsoever of what survival is all about. I cried a lot the moment my father's car left me alone, homesickness does affected me, besides the fact of how hard it is for me to acclimatize. Then again, I was never really alone. Dorm E, Prep School. It was the dormitory in which I was destined to stay for the first year of my life in Koleq. There, I met new friends from all across the region. On the evening a strange bell-like sound woke us up from all the uncomfortable feelings of being in a new environment. It was made buy our seniors, 5 form five's and 2 form 4's, who&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;were assigned to be our custodian for the whole year. I was scared to look at their fierce appearances on that particular 1st day, only to know that they are quite friendly actually.&amp;nbsp;I tried to mingle with my dormmates that day, just to get myself all cheered up. That night, I did not had the most relaxing of all sleeps. I layed on my bed, thinking,asking myself ...."man, how can I survive here for the next five years?? ".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years had past since that day.&amp;nbsp; A wiser man? Guess I am, in regards to&amp;nbsp;certain aspects. Most of the boys that came that day had already been in almost the same shoes as I am today. Studying &amp;nbsp;in every corner of the world,domestically and internationally. The more things change, the more things stays the same. In regards to how things developed since I made my first step to the gates of Koleq,&amp;nbsp;I did it, yes..I did it. I survived to be there for the next 5 years with flying colours.&amp;nbsp;Surviving with&amp;nbsp;my parents are no longer there for me. &amp;nbsp;Beneath the surface of that fact, I tried to scutinize on how that half decade coloured my plain life. Being a &lt;em&gt;Budak Koleq&lt;/em&gt; taughts you more than just books,numbers, and facts. Its about everything that chemicalised life. On my first year, it was an unconventional tradition that all form 1's must learn numerous songs, and one of it goes by the title "Corporate Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinggalkan&amp;nbsp;ibu tinggalkan ayah&lt;br /&gt;dan juga&amp;nbsp;sanak saudara&lt;br /&gt;kerana kolej kami turutkan&lt;br /&gt;tanpa ragu dan bimbang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dari utara hingga ke selatan&lt;br /&gt;dari seluruh kawasan&lt;br /&gt;kami berhimpun dalam satu badan&lt;br /&gt;dengan satu tujuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belajar, dan segala&lt;br /&gt;semuanya&amp;nbsp;harus kami rasa&lt;br /&gt;tiada kami pinta&lt;br /&gt;namun kami terima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayuh semua kita bersama&lt;br /&gt;satu hati sejiwa&lt;br /&gt;bersama kita hadapi rintangan&lt;br /&gt;demi masa hadapan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MELAYU, MELAYU, KAMI KOLEJ MELAYU..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿It was melancholic, the melody that is. But the lyrics were all about appreciation, not just towards your loved ones, but towards yourselves. Many years had gone, but its rhythm has never failed to buzz in my brain every single day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unity, the fundamental to what being a Budak Koleq is all about. My friends and I were thoroughly taught on what it is all about during our Form 1's days. Being together in anytime, through thick or thin, no matter how insuperable the obstacles might be ahead of us. Respect towards one another. Not just towards the teachers or the seniors, but also towards the Mamak at the Shahreena Restaurant or the Mak Cik at the Square, where most of us would have a nice piece of &lt;em&gt;roti canai &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; a cup of &lt;em&gt;teh tarik &lt;/em&gt;almost every outtings on Saturday. Empathy amongst friends that made the bonds between us even closer than blood brothers. Every of this pivotal aspects were put to a heavy emphasis back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSdMHob8Z9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GEpcQBdYzFc/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSdMHob8Z9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GEpcQBdYzFc/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After finishing our SPM. The last time..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I cheerished every moment of my previous life. I remembered every Saturday, where Zai Am Studio would be fully occupied by me my friends who&amp;nbsp;were living to jamm our hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TScjIEK7o4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/aIixLbNt16s/s1600/Slipknot5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TScjIEK7o4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/aIixLbNt16s/s400/Slipknot5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mini gig, I guess&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TScjb_e458I/AAAAAAAAAQs/feMMoR6pu1E/s1600/Slipknot5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TScjb_e458I/AAAAAAAAAQs/feMMoR6pu1E/s400/Slipknot5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was rather old and rusty. Nevertheless, its always a favourite hanging spot for us.&amp;nbsp; Not to forget the first time I even tried to wash my school uniform which resulted in disastrous results. Ragging, bullies, what do you expect from a boarding school? &lt;em&gt;Pumping,half-way down, tar, common roo&lt;/em&gt;m.,&amp;nbsp;I had to endured all sorts of torturous stuffs that were inflicted to me and my batch members almost everyday in my junior's chapter. Primarily, I considered all of these are worthless,giving&amp;nbsp;only bodily pain in return.&amp;nbsp;Yet after leaving Koleq, I knew that all of those rampages were not even a quarter of how hard life could offer you outside. Thus, I came to realize that through all the hardships, we learnt what the world is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Budak Koleq is not about being &lt;em&gt;macho&lt;/em&gt;, acting Playboy with all the girls&amp;nbsp;we met, &amp;nbsp;or even to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;brag with the fact of who we are. Its all about when "life" gets hard on us, and pushes us around, what would we do? My answer, we grab "life" by the throat. give it a piece of its own medicine, and tell it "GIVE ME WHAT&amp;nbsp;I WANT!" That is what a True Blue Budak Koleq would do. Thats the element,plus all that we've learned, &amp;nbsp;that made us all elites compared to others, and I must say, we deserve to be proud&amp;nbsp;of it, because we did not gain it through ease, but we went through hell to earn that God-given right. I do believe, that beneath those hallowed floors of the Prep School, to Big School's Graeco-Roman pillars, the spirit of wisdom lingers in every corner, exorcising the new generations to keep up on the schools prestigious traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSdKSHm-0aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nY7T9d9xvXM/s1600/mckk_1905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSdKSHm-0aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nY7T9d9xvXM/s400/mckk_1905.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 8 years my friends,my brothers. After our exodus back then, we are still standing together. Some of us may be even trying to build on their respective lifes again, that includes me I guess. It may take awhile, but do believe me brothers, that this world is ours to conquer. Its only a matter of time till we take our rightful place again. Till then, lets us forever stay in unity towards the end of time. Happy 8th anniversary to all my brothers from the class of 2007...may our brotherhood last forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSdLIK1lTiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BdioiEg2srg/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSdLIK1lTiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BdioiEg2srg/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-975981988921781755?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/975981988921781755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=975981988921781755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/975981988921781755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/975981988921781755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/01/memoirs-of-old-boy.html' title='memoirs of an old boy'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TSb4iTQdYFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/7EyMlsZ09IY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3541777312029154622</id><published>2011-01-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:59:07.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 -----&gt; 2011</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS ALIFF!!! LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN GIVEN ANOTHER&amp;nbsp;YEAR TO LIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so&amp;nbsp;this would be my first&amp;nbsp;entry of this&amp;nbsp;year I&amp;nbsp;guess.&amp;nbsp;Time passes&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;unnoticeably fast, and once you realized, its already the 1st january all over again.&amp;nbsp;Feels rather&amp;nbsp;lucky as&amp;nbsp;air is still going in &amp;amp; out of my lungs the day 2011 approaches.&amp;nbsp;Alhamdulillah, the best word to describe how lucky I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, a new year, a new paragraph in this hopefully long essay of my life. Still, I do have this perception that in moving forward, one needs to look back, look behind at least in a slight manner. Therefore, here's a quick recap on the year that was for me. Firstly, 2010 turns out to be a bizzare, not to forget comical, year for me in any consequences. It started herendously with the fact that I have my first.....yes, first, OFFICIAL girlfriend, its getting head-line almost everywhere, most notably among my school-mates. I did had several rendezvous before her back in my heir days, but nothing really gets burgeoning back then,nor being official,&amp;nbsp;largely due to my own mistakes I supposed. That is,&amp;nbsp;until SHE showed up. All of a sudden, my life tooks a huge turn. No longer am I the man&amp;nbsp;I use to be. Still feels lucky with the fact that it has been more than 10 months since that faithful 1st day. Seems everyting is doing tremendously well between us, guess that this low level of intransigence inside of me does gave a huge assist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluctuatingly unpredictable .......turns out to be the best words to&amp;nbsp;describe&amp;nbsp;the academical part of my life&amp;nbsp;in 2010. It has never been even close to consistent, luckily its still a long way to go till the day I receive my first degree. Speaking about studies, I would like to congratulate one of my brothers back in school, Jekbe, for his success in gaining entrance to UiTM Shah Alam. Not to forget Hafiz, who would be flying to Germany this 7th of January. Best of luck for you guys, brothers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more joyous point of view, I've been lucky enough to witness the Malaysian football team triumphant victory over the Indonesian right in front of my very eyes. Its never easy to reach the final, but Malaysia did it, and I was amongst the most fortunate to be there that night. Not to forget the trip&amp;nbsp;Singapore with my fellow faculty colleagues. It was quite an experience though..remember my friends, what happened in Singapore, remains in Singapore..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize, 2010 has been a very mixed kind of year for me. I learnt new stuffs, gained new stuffs, lost lots of stuffs! Nevertheless, this year helped me to open my eyes. Sometimes I wonder, in this never-ending pursuit of success in my life, what is my clear goal? In an honest approach, I do have some obscure goals up in my sleeves. Finishing this four years of degree will not be the end of the&amp;nbsp;studying galore, at least that is certain for me. It goes beyond that. I've also come to my senses, that being satisfied with all that you've accomplished so far is the same as going to self-distruct mode. It kills all the potentials inside. Thus, destroy any form of self-indulgence within. Try to achieve a&amp;nbsp;higher summit, be more ambitious,&amp;nbsp;regardless of how differ the opinions of people towards you. I have so many good companions that are always there for me, giving numerous advises for the sake of my own benefit. Not to forget my parents, whose nagging( my dad's seems to be the real nagger)&amp;nbsp;showed me the right path on where to go. Appreciate that, you guys. Thanks 2010, you've taken me out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2011. Hope that all my plans will go well. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3541777312029154622?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3541777312029154622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3541777312029154622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3541777312029154622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3541777312029154622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-2011.html' title='2010 -----&gt; 2011'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3824334264002782936</id><published>2010-12-28T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T05:34:46.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia 3 - Indonesia 0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Football matches are all meant to take its's die hard fans breath away, notably on finals I might say. Bukit Jalil was the faithful venue on which the Malaysian Football Team would be facing the might of their Indonesian counterparts. It was also the battle amongst us, the fans, and&amp;nbsp;the raucous wrath of the highly-spirited Indonesian fans that came that night. There were us,&amp;nbsp;me, Shahin, Pokwang, Jekbe and Ateng right there. We entered the stadium at an approximate 7 pm. Unlucky&amp;nbsp;enough for us as the stairs were the only sitting places for us. Well, who gives a damn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it was, the beginning of the first 90 minutes for this&amp;nbsp;mouth-watering encounter of the two sides. The first-half was summed up in a quite boring fashion,&amp;nbsp;almost resulting me to fall asleep. That would not have proven to be the case once the second-half began. The match was postponed for 6 minutes as a result fo some laser beams, claimed to be from the Malaysian fans. I got to say though, some cowardly act by the Indonesian players (they asked for these right before the Malaysians were to take a free-kick). So the beams are out of the equation, and just after that, the Malaysians scored. Not 1, not 2, but 3 goals in lightning fashion. Man, it was just so pleasant to see the sea of Yellows to go euphoric each time the ball hits the back of the net. So the match ended in a promising way for K. Rajagopal's men, with this historic scoreline : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRnhW3W7JpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/incJK_w2-ZM/s1600/166203_1251977557699_1777337377_452080_2557933_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRnhW3W7JpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/incJK_w2-ZM/s400/166203_1251977557699_1777337377_452080_2557933_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRndRAefnYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hm-0UQmyy2A/s1600/165784_1814618765183_1231485171_2177275_8057221_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRndRAefnYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hm-0UQmyy2A/s400/165784_1814618765183_1231485171_2177275_8057221_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE DIE HARD FANS!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRndUiJQ4nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/j3KYVkArKE8/s1600/165784_1814618685181_1231485171_2177274_3432809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRndUiJQ4nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/j3KYVkArKE8/s400/165784_1814618685181_1231485171_2177274_3432809_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after the match&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRndXDnrPkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HdHo0oG9Oqg/s1600/167570_1251977677702_1777337377_452081_4647538_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRndXDnrPkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HdHo0oG9Oqg/s400/167570_1251977677702_1777337377_452081_4647538_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, I'm over-reacting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safee Sali, Ashari, and Safee Sali again. The scorer of this first leg of the final. Feels happy that the RM30 that I spent for the purchase of this match's ticket went to be very&amp;nbsp;satisfying. I heard that the Indonesian fans are still berserking with the lost,claiming that it was nothing more than pure luck. Hope that the Malaysian team will do the best on the second-leg. 3-0 is a great lead, but nothing is exactly insurmountable, right?&lt;br /&gt;GO MALAYSIA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3824334264002782936?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3824334264002782936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3824334264002782936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3824334264002782936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3824334264002782936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/12/malaysia-3-indonesia-0.html' title='Malaysia 3 - Indonesia 0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TRnhW3W7JpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/incJK_w2-ZM/s72-c/166203_1251977557699_1777337377_452080_2557933_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1605652293517601445</id><published>2010-12-21T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:37:54.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it aint cool...</title><content type='html'>It seems like it has been some sort of a new trend for the younger part of the generation nowadays. Having more than one boyfriend or girlfriend that is. To simplify, flirting. Its a fast-spreading plague. Its happening to almost everyone.&amp;nbsp;even my closest companions. &amp;nbsp;No offense, but most of this flirting individuals does not have the most pleasant of all looks.&amp;nbsp; Most of this&amp;nbsp;flirters are not that handsome or pretty. But still, going out on a date with different spouses every single day does not prove to be a problem for them.Not to mention how sickening most of this flirters daily&amp;nbsp;behaviours is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In all honesty, I dont know why do people flirts around. Sometimes I wonder, whats the "X-Factor" that&amp;nbsp;sparked so many&amp;nbsp;guys or girls to get&amp;nbsp;attracted to them? Why do they flirt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard stories that some flirts because of past tragedies, being cheated by their loved ones seems to be the most glamorous sentence. How weak for them, to retaliate for that with such stupidity. Some even do it for pleasure, having so many GF's of BF's turns them to think as if they're&amp;nbsp;on the pinnacle of their hotness. Had to agree though, that does made them look hot, for the time being that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After srutinizing this phenomenon on my own, I do acknowledge this extra-ordinary talent of them. But come to think of it, all of them shared one same problem. They just can't find the right person, the main individual that is sincere in uttering that 3 sacred words. Yes, they might have a bizzare number of&amp;nbsp;scandals, but&amp;nbsp;to be offensive, who are those dimwits? I bet&amp;nbsp;none of them&amp;nbsp;have excellent academical qualifications, nor a good job. So, whats the point of bragging with the fact that you flirt with so many persons, if you could only attract those dumb-asses? Besides,&amp;nbsp;be realistic, why does those guys @ girls even dated you? Come on, you gotta be kidding me&amp;nbsp;if you say&amp;nbsp;say that&amp;nbsp;all of them&amp;nbsp;were mezmerized with how "attractive"&amp;nbsp;this flirters&amp;nbsp;are,all at the same time,NONSENSE!!!.&amp;nbsp;Most importantly, at the final chapter, who would actually be their soulmate, be the one who would spend the rest of their life&amp;nbsp;with them? Thinking again, its not "acknowledge", "pity" seems to be the right word for these unlucky lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I do respect others who are sincere, who are faithful to the ones they love. Being loyal, no matter how insuperable the problems they are facing with their loved ones are. For me, these are the men and women that I really looked up to. Relationship that is greater, no need in having many scandalous affairs whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and smell the coffee fellas. People with brains&amp;nbsp;will never&amp;nbsp;flirt,nor cheat. Keep being faithful for the ones you love, my friends. Do believe me, sincerity will last for eternity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1605652293517601445?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1605652293517601445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1605652293517601445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1605652293517601445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1605652293517601445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-aint-cool.html' title='it aint cool...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-694086412476630012</id><published>2010-12-17T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:43:49.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again , FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>That was sometime. I mean the tenure on which I last opened this website till the moment this post is written seems to be astonishingly long. To remark, I'm not that busy or anything, just kinda lazy to blog, perhaps. This holiday is anything but periodically satisfying, so I reckon its better for me to just sit at home, in my room, and do all sorts of detrimental stuffs I could possibly do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a job? &lt;br /&gt;Why should I even find one, I seldom&amp;nbsp;hang out&amp;nbsp;nowadays. That's why I thought since day 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment? &lt;br /&gt;A must for a law student. Just to get one exposed to what life in the legal field is all about prior upon graduating. Compulsory after finishing your 3rd year, but its never too early to go for it before that. Guess I might be doing it twice, once as a pre-exposure, the other one to fulfill the obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday might be short to say the least, but I did put on some great activities in it, just to&amp;nbsp;make it less-boring. For instance,&amp;nbsp;me an my UKM Law colleagues did arranged a trip to Singapore. It went well though. This one was the third time I went to this so-called Fine City. But I guess this one was the best, cause I stayed there a little longer than the previous two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at home was filled with all mixtures of feelings,still, boredom was the one that prevail. My father had retired. He's home now 24/7 with no more annoying phone calls from the office,not to mention all sorts of work at the port. Thus contributing to this&amp;nbsp;new and improve Abah, a less-petulant Abah. Me and my family will be moving back to our hometown one day, the place where my dad spent most of his childhood life at, the place where the moments there he cheerish the most. To be honest, I cant wait to go back there myself. Its peaceful there, no to mention how spirited I am to triumph in my studies&amp;nbsp;everytime my feet is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I did met with some of my brothers back in Koleq, just for a brief hang out. They were Jekbe, Apis, Pokwang,Anas &amp;amp; Daud. Sorry guys for not being able to watch that game between Malaysia and Vietnam with you guys. The final, maybe??Anyway, feels good&amp;nbsp;to meet you guys again after all these years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about studies,&amp;nbsp;Alhamdulillah, it improves a bit. There's the catch, " a bit".&amp;nbsp;Seems that I still cant find the missing jigsaw in this twisted puzzle of my studies. Just wish&amp;nbsp;that Lady Luck would&amp;nbsp;give a more tender smile next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its just few days before I'm back to the things I should do best. Goodbye holiday. Till nex time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-694086412476630012?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/694086412476630012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=694086412476630012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/694086412476630012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/694086412476630012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-again-finally.html' title='once again , FINALLY.'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-8782077265669526491</id><published>2010-11-19T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T04:35:14.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>man this is just so hillarious!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TOZnnhgO6rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i9tgc72sOAo/s1600/team_america_world_police.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TOZnnhgO6rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i9tgc72sOAo/s400/team_america_world_police.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;To put the record straight, I'm a big fan of South Park. Those vulgar humours,&amp;nbsp;satitrical lifestyle of the&amp;nbsp;characters, man it makes &amp;nbsp;me burst into tearful laughters everytime me and my brother watches its episodes on the internet. Yet, beneath all those jokes, both Trey Parker and Matt Stone were rather succesful in blending all the elements of the "World- as we know it" to each and every episodes. You dont trust me? Just watch it. Almost every prominent world figures showed up in the series, parodically that is. Not to mention the way critics towards all sorts of stuff, from religions to politics were showed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two dudes just cant stop themselves&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;encountering &amp;nbsp;new sinister&amp;nbsp;ideas. Just now, my brother downloaded a movie called "&lt;em&gt;Team America : World Police". &lt;/em&gt;The poster is up there. It parodies most Hollywood action films, adding all sorts of elements&amp;nbsp;such as&amp;nbsp;conspiracy, New World Order and of course, American politics. Just like South Park, it emphasis on what is happening today, presented in a rather disturbing and annoying manner. But the part of the movie which makes me laugh and think for awhile, is this quote from one of the main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;There are 3 types of people ; pussies,dicks and assholes. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was explicit, to say the least. I've been sitting alone, trying to derive any reasonable interpretations from this quote. But the more I try, the more I started to get euphoric!!!! Matt and Trey, I just love you guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-8782077265669526491?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8782077265669526491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=8782077265669526491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8782077265669526491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8782077265669526491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-this-is-just-so-hillarious.html' title='man this is just so hillarious!!!!!!!'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TOZnnhgO6rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i9tgc72sOAo/s72-c/team_america_world_police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-8308159833644274750</id><published>2010-11-15T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:24:47.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home "sweet?" home</title><content type='html'>Is it over? I mean like, there's no more exams, right? Means that I can go home and fill my daily routine with all the unlimited enjoyment one normal boy could have, like playing FIFA 10 on the PS console, watching those great&amp;nbsp;movies on TV all night long with no concern regarding anything and most importantly, spend most of my leisure time&amp;nbsp;on my bed, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when a monkey climbs to your back,and begins to do all sorts of intimidating acts that will surely test your nerves? And then suddenly, you manage to remove it. Well thats what I felt after finishing my final paper of the semester. Flying colours? Hope so. Its been long since I&amp;nbsp;had triumphed.&amp;nbsp;Hope there will be&amp;nbsp;a twist&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;fate of mine.&amp;nbsp;InsyaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home. Nothing much to do. Plans? Still reckoning&amp;nbsp;anything that might evade me from&amp;nbsp;burgeoning this one type of unwanted feeling called "boredom".&amp;nbsp; Come to think of it, this holiday would be an ideal time for me to control my expenditure. I just hope that this plan wont back-fire. I'll run a test, on how sweet this holiday might turn out to be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-8308159833644274750?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/8308159833644274750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=8308159833644274750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8308159833644274750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/8308159833644274750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='home &quot;sweet?&quot; home'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2334513609479695234</id><published>2010-11-09T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:15:19.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate it</title><content type='html'>I'm not being offensive or whatsoever you might possibly call it. But for this past few years, peoples, teenagers to be precise, has started to pick a certain type of T-Shirt to be their cup of tea. The obnoxious part regarding this stuff&amp;nbsp;is what&amp;nbsp;is written as its design. Here, I'll show you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TNogdCigp4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ns7fiJ9Qn4c/s1600/tshirt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TNogdCigp4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ns7fiJ9Qn4c/s400/tshirt.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey,why don't you just write one long paragraph to indicate that?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TNog3e5skII/AAAAAAAAAQI/bvOPliljHag/s1600/IMG_8265w.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TNog3e5skII/AAAAAAAAAQI/bvOPliljHag/s320/IMG_8265w.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry ladies for using your picture. Hey, I love my mama too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;To begin with, which wise guy is that "creative" to invent this detrimental stuff in the first place?﻿ Who cares if you love someone, there's other way to show it, no need to be explicit though. I know, maybe this new wave of&amp;nbsp; lame,boring "indie" music phenomenon (yucks!!) might have messed up with most of the youth nowadays. Maybe thats why the need for T-Shirts that would raise certain eye-brows are considered a need. To the one responsible in designing this shirts,come on, you make the users look horribly silly for God's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2334513609479695234?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2334513609479695234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2334513609479695234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2334513609479695234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2334513609479695234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-being-offensive-or-whatsoever.html' title='i hate it'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TNogdCigp4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ns7fiJ9Qn4c/s72-c/tshirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-9020091404391734447</id><published>2010-11-02T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:35:29.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 down,3 to go</title><content type='html'>To all the members off the floor,please stand up and give a big round of applause towards non-other than the owner of this blog, &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;MUHAMMAD ALIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;come on!!! &amp;nbsp;bring on the circle pits for me yooo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Sorry for the rather inconvenient opening up there. Getting a little twisted this past few days, I think. It has only been not more than a week, but it turns out to be a galore of books,cases,and not to forget the mid-night oil burning. This saga will continue once I've return from home. This weeks that I've been going through is nothing less than pivotal. All this exams, its just so irritating, but important to say the least. The first 2 papers that I've endured might not be that tough. But the one that I've answered yesterday just made me left bewildered,scratching my head for most of that particular 2 hours and 15 minutes. It was a tough subject though, proving to be an arch-nemesis&amp;nbsp;not just in my case, but my compatriots as well. Getting goosebumps prior to entering its lecture &amp;amp; tutorial is something normal for the whole semester. Tough-luck, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Now its down to 3. I have a whole week now to utilize. The problem is, studying at home have never been something easy to be accomplish. You can have all the wisdom, that strong sense of eagerness in that brain of yours to study. But how could a&amp;nbsp;normal boy like me resist all those series of mid-night football on ESPN, videos on MTV and my all-time favourite, continuing movies once my hand pushes the number 4....1.....1 on my Astro decoder? Guess this moment of relaxation might be short-lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Well, like they all use to say, just live up to the moment. Come on Aliff, its only 3 papers left,why must that bugged you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-9020091404391734447?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/9020091404391734447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=9020091404391734447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/9020091404391734447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/9020091404391734447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-down3-to-go.html' title='3 down,3 to go'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3025271383359082290</id><published>2010-10-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:00:26.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aliff &amp; exams</title><content type='html'>Exams are proving to be one hell of a pain in the neck, particularly in my case. Reminiscing my very first encounter with&amp;nbsp;exams, I realized&amp;nbsp;since day 1 that I would not be loving it. Then it goes on and on and on,bombarding me every year with all the torturous questions that could&amp;nbsp;possibly be inflicted to any man on the street. Yet I did prevailed against two of the biggest exams ever. The first one proved to be a major turning point, as it helped me to gain entrance to my secondary school. It took me 3 years to realize that what I had achieved back then was almost, if not exactly, nothing. Then another huge exam showed up. Already rotten from the day of my previous exam, this one proved to be a much&amp;nbsp;tougher nut to crack. Instead of 5, now I have to face 8 subjects. On the road to the faithful day of this exam, my life was transformed to a living Hell on Earth. I was threatened and&amp;nbsp;belittled by almost everyone. But that year did taught me many things though. I remember, it was&amp;nbsp;some few weeks before the day arrives. Some of us may had lost enough sanity, to the extend that we&amp;nbsp;actually studied at the&amp;nbsp;stairs just below the&amp;nbsp;Physics Lab. Gadut, Jibong, Bacok and myself were among them. You guys remember that? Memorable, wasn't it?&amp;nbsp;Then the night before we had to endure our first paper, all of us stood in front of the Form 3 classes before singing numerous songs. You know what, I broke down to tears everytime those flascbacks of that night passes through the screen of my brain. Funny, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its the final chapter of my story as a schoolboy. The exam that would prove to be a larger bargain as it&amp;nbsp;directed me to the field that I need to go. Frankly, thanks to this one, I made new friends all around Malaysia,largely due to the fact that I need to get exercise questions from other schools. Some of whom&amp;nbsp;I knew were just for friends,knowing them for mere academical purposes.&amp;nbsp;Yet some others&amp;nbsp;were for&amp;nbsp;different reasons, flirtuous reasons I supposed. A normal phenomenon, especially when you're studying at a boarding school. Nevertheless,&amp;nbsp;thanks guys, really appreciate all the assists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I entered a new alma-mater. I'm older, but not in anyway wiser. Its my cup of tea,but I played around too much. The same tough-luck would prove to be the case after I transferred to a new university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were created to enhance and measure the level of knowledge gained by a student. So, what did I gained after all these years of exams? Never really sure of that, guess I might be a little wacko with this upcoming examination of mine. Maybe that is the reason that triggered me to create this post at the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my trusted law compatriots, good luck to you guys. Try to memorize all those relevant acts and cases. I'm trying hard here myself . May we pass this one with flying colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3025271383359082290?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3025271383359082290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3025271383359082290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3025271383359082290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3025271383359082290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/10/aliff-exams.html' title='aliff &amp; exams'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4166740462953247317</id><published>2010-10-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T10:03:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just let it be untitled.....</title><content type='html'>"Has anything you've done,you've gain so far, made your life better in any way? If it is so, persuade me to believe it......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK to begin with, it has never been something orthodox to be asked such questions by your dad, especially on the wake of your 8th month anniversary with your girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;Yet guess what,&amp;nbsp;it did happen.&amp;nbsp;The question was uttered at an approximate 22 hours right before this particular post&amp;nbsp;was written. Never knew why he even had the fundamental idea to ask this though,&amp;nbsp;yet it did became a wake up call for me, sort of.&amp;nbsp;His words for me are as subtle as the blowing wind. Yet, it carries with it a wisdom that makes people sit and think for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;did not started as well as I&amp;nbsp;would reasonably&amp;nbsp;hope for. I had to endure a not-so-rare Motivation Session conducted by non other than (drum roll please....) my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kau boleh tak cuba bawak kereta tu baik-baik sikit? Semalam dah habis RM 500 pasal nak betulkan stering kereta tu. Cuba ko fikir,kalau duit tu abah bagi buta-buta kat kau? Tak ke lagi baik?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;was rather straight-forward. There is nothing subliminal about this one. Then before I could even pull the&amp;nbsp;strings of myself back together, this one pops out : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Cuba belajar berjimat sikit. Hargai barang yang ada. Jangan asyik nak beli yang bukan-bukan. 5 tahun abah hantar kau belajar jauh-jauh dulu, apa yang kau dapat? Fikir pasal masa depan,apa yang boleh guna dengan duit tu. Dulu elok je jaga duit, sekarang ni makin teruk la abah tengok kau ni. Belajar hancur, belanja tak menentu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my senses once more, my life had started to deteriorate&amp;nbsp;since the past few months, financially to be exact. This never happened before during my earlier days here. That "red machine" that I've been using lately. There is without a shadow of a doubt that it is the root of all my downfall and continuing problems. I'm&amp;nbsp;contemplating to leave it at home by the end of this semester though. Easier to be said than done, I reckon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah told me that I should control my expenses as my future's foundation. Man, guess I've been quite a spender now. Regardless of the fact that my father has been reluctant to lend me money nowadays, the way I live now seems to contribute to how pennyless I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of consultations with my inner-self, I guess that I've found the ultimate solution. Guess it would be foolish of me to reveal it now. Just going to keep it as a secret....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4166740462953247317?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4166740462953247317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4166740462953247317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4166740462953247317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4166740462953247317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-let-it-be-untitled.html' title='just let it be untitled.....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4266223786893970419</id><published>2010-10-12T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:23:44.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>compilation.....for me.....</title><content type='html'>"You know, I didn't meant to utter all of these nonsence. But hey, its for your own good, I suppose. You are approaching the second decade of your living life on God's Earth. I watch you grew up to become this not-so-handsome lad right in front of me.&amp;nbsp;On course of&amp;nbsp;that,&amp;nbsp;I kind of noticed some facts about you. You're not that kind,you're not that nice...but you're such a considerate kind of fellow. The world seldom witnessed the wrath of you anger. Still, you're quite nice&amp;nbsp;towards all of your companions. Everytime you're scholded buy any of them, you stood on your ground,silently that is. You supported the one's you knew or love&amp;nbsp;in every single way you could possibly manage. You tried to be Mr. Nice Guy for most of your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point, where did all of those deeds led you to? I know, towards your own downfall to the&amp;nbsp;darkest&amp;nbsp;off all obscurity,right? Look at you, your life started a little brightly here back then. Now,is there still any brightness in it? You gave your trust,your love, your heart to the one's you believed, but did that in any way assist you in your own self-developement? You backed them up everytime they're facing difficulties. But did they carry such noble act for you in return? Just look at those guys. They are having a much better life right now.... and you, ended up being beneath their shadows,though primarily you're slightly better than them. Besides, its noticeable that you're such a caring guy to the one's you love. You sacrificed almost anything for them. Your tender love is so great that you acted as their father,giving dozens of advises for the sake of their well-being. One question, did they even give a damn on all your kind blabbers? They continued to do the things you tried to abstain them from doing so. So what is the value of your so-called "love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your own sake, its time for you to enter a new age, a new era. The era of selfishness. Put in your tiny brain that no one should be trusted. They are only using you as a mere stepping stone. To simplify, you are an apparatus for them. You don't believe me? Try to leave that&amp;nbsp;car of yours at home for a week,just&amp;nbsp; a week. Lets see how many friends,companions would you have for that particular 7 days. Think about yourself only onwards. Be free to do whatever you like,whenever you like. Don't be obstacled by anyone,even by the ones you cared about, besides your parents. Do not simply presume a friend you just knew for not that long to be a brother, nor a sister. Remember those boys that you knew for five years? Yes, they are the only brothers you could rely on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in that miserable and catastrophic life of yours, please do not seek the truth from sentiments. Stop laying your trust towards others. Stop being treated like a rubbish by others. Be selfish, be hypocrite...that is who you are,right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4266223786893970419?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4266223786893970419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4266223786893970419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4266223786893970419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4266223786893970419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/10/compilationfor-me.html' title='compilation.....for me.....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1017825244646396387</id><published>2010-10-09T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T02:51:42.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semangat yang hampeh</title><content type='html'>Daripada gua tingkatan 1 lagi,sampai la gua dah jadi budak universiti. Gua tak habis-habis&amp;nbsp;akan nampak akan kewujudan satu jenis semangat ni. Gua tak faham, apa yang nak dibanggakan sangat dengan semangat ni?&amp;nbsp; Lu olang tau tak, negara kita ni dah la kecik, lu olang mau kasi lagi kecik ke? Jalan sana-sini,semua nak dengan orang negeri sama saja. Bapak tak ada life nye. Gua tak tuju&amp;nbsp; negeri bai,tapi lebih pada individu-individu yang terlebih semangat dengan negeri sendiri ni. Dah duduk dekat negeri orang tu, tak payah la nak buat klik-klik ni. Gua menyampah la bai. Orang negara luar punya la bersatu. Indonesia siap dah tetapkan hanya ada satu bangsa saja dekat negara tu (bangsa Indonesia), negara kita ni saja yang masih biarkan semangat ni wujud lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi gua la,semangat kenegerian ni sebenarnya tak ada nilai, tak ada "soul". Kata kan la lu lahir kat satu negeri ni,tapi mak bapak lu datang daripada negeri lain. Jadi celah mana nak dapat nilai semangat kenegerian ni? Semangat ni cuma ada pada loghat saja. Benda ni lain dengan semangat kesukuan @ kepuakkan. Sebagai contoh, semangat Iban, Kadazan, Bidayuh, Jawa, Minang, Banjar &amp;amp; Mandailing. Bahasa yang diorang guna,bukan nye loghat, tapi memang bahasa yang lain. Semangat suku @&amp;nbsp;puak ni,lu kena campak pergi negeri mana-mana pun, masih lagi ada "roh" nye tu. Bagi gua,ni lagi ade signifikan, kalau betul-betul nak ada sangat semangat-semangat macam ni la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan ape, gua dulu pun semangat negeri jugak. Tapi makin lama, otak gua yang kecik ni&amp;nbsp;dah mula terbuka sikit. Tak payah la nak ada semangat macam ni,lagi memecah-belahkan negara kita ni saja. Setakat semangat negeri masa tengok bola,lain cerita la. Kalau dah melibatkan benda-benda lain,gua rasa tak ada makna nya. Pusing mana-mana pun,we're still made in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian gua merapu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1017825244646396387?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1017825244646396387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1017825244646396387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1017825244646396387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1017825244646396387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/10/semangat-yang-hampeh.html' title='semangat yang hampeh'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1159111760812211325</id><published>2010-10-02T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:55:18.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resolusi oktober</title><content type='html'>Pejam celik,pejam celik.......dah masuk bulan ke-10 dalam kalendar Masihi. Ya murid-murid sekalian, kita dah masuk bulan Oktober. Apakah yang telah anda dapat sepanjang tahun ini?&amp;nbsp;Telahkah anda menjadi seorang insan yang lebih berinovasi serta berketrampilan? Jika ditanya kepada sang penulis karya merepek "dungeon of doom" ini,sudah semestinya jawapan yang akan terpacul daripda mulutnya yang comel dan berkerak ini......&lt;strong&gt;TIDAK.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Dah 2 semester gua buat jahanam kepada diri gua sendiri. Gua dah tak sanggup bai hidup macam ini. Dah ramai kawan-kawan gua yang dulu hampeh daripada gua sekarang dah makin mantap. Apa cer dengan gua? Makin teruk,merudum,merapu dan yang sedaerah dengannya. Poket gua pun dah makin cepat kering,study pun macam dulu,tak menentuBoros sangat ke gua semester ni?. Padahal masa mula-mula sampai sini dulu OK je semua. Start semester 2 ni la hidup gua jadi macam haram. Ke-HARAM-man ni berkesinambungan sehinggalah ke semester yang baru. Jadi, sambil-sambil makan roti jala yang mak gua buat pagi tadi,gua nak jadi lebih skema daripada dulu. Gua ada buat list dalam kepala otak gua, yang akan gua zahirkan di bawah ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resolusi yang langsi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belanja kurang daripada RM 10 sehari (tertakluk kepada sebarang pindaan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makan dekat tempat yang murah-murah sahaja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kurangkan penggunaan kereta secara kerap. Ini adalah efisien dalam mengelakkan penggunaan minyak petrol F1 97 Esso yang berpatutan harganya dewasa ini.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mengurangkan kadar penghijrahan ke tempat-tempat yang tak wajar,lebih baik duduk di kolej. Meja,kerusi serta buku-buku ilmiah adalah teman di dalam bilik.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Habiskan masa di fakulti. Cari kes-kes serta soalan-soalan peperiksaan tahun lepas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebarang bentuk&amp;nbsp;pengaruh tidak berpatutan&amp;nbsp;daripada mana-mana pihak berkaitan perkara yang tiada kena-mengena dengan Peperiksaan Akhir akan dipertimbangkan secara berat sebelah. Tidak akan bertanggungjawab sekiranya tidak dilayan langsung.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidak akan berpihak kepada mana-mana pihak yang bertegang urat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Gua rasa itu saja la kot. Tak tau la gua boleh buat semua ke tak. Tapi memang gua nak buat,pasal hidup gua&amp;nbsp;tenang masa semester 1 dulu, pasal gua buat hampir semua benda ni. Mungkin gua kena pentingkan diri sendiri dulu,daripada fikirkan nak jaga hati orang yang bukan semua reti jaga hati gua balik. Kalau ada pihak-pihak yang kurang senang,tak puas hati atau terasa hati, gua ada 2 huruf nak bagi kat lu olang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;F.U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Lu teka la sendiri apa signifikan dua huruf ni..sekian.......&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1159111760812211325?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1159111760812211325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1159111760812211325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1159111760812211325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1159111760812211325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/10/resolusi-oktober.html' title='resolusi oktober'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6789256052923857281</id><published>2010-09-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:32:22.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between me and you</title><content type='html'>For the past 20 year,&amp;nbsp;the world&amp;nbsp;keeps on comparing,distinguishing between the both of us. I know it seems silly,but then again,not even you can deny the truthfullness of this fact,right? From the way we dress,we walk,we talk,every single aspect,even the dumbest of all things. You were born an orphan, the youngest of four. You told me how hard the life was back in those black and white days. Yet none of this were to become an obstacle for you. You strive the hardest amongst all,achieving so many success in your life. You studied both domestically and internationally. In continuation, you became what you always wanted,your cup of tea. You contributed so much for the past few decades to your job. Your were gifted with a a great mind and vision. Applauses and compliments were given from every angle. Each and everyday you grew proud of yourself. Well,you deserve it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came....ME. The one you thought would be the heir to all your success. I grew up admiring you,acknowlodging each an everything you do.You taught me&amp;nbsp;with everthing you knew.&amp;nbsp;I knew, you wanted me to be just like you. But come on,you knew deep down, I am nothing more than a failure, right? I entered&amp;nbsp;3 different,yet&amp;nbsp;prestigous alma maters. How does that contributed to my self-developement? Does that make me a different person at his own level? Just look at me, I am nothing even an inch close to you. I seldom past any of my test with flying colours. The one's which even did might just be my luck, I guess. I'm badly organized,not to mention the level of clumsiness I could offer.&amp;nbsp;I didn't went to study abroad, though I dreamt(might just always be a dream) to do so. I'm a jerk, a worthless piece of junk. Yet you never&amp;nbsp;tell it&amp;nbsp;straight to my face.,maybe you still have that tiny inch of believe that I could change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, whether you still trust me, or slowly losing it. Remember back a few years ago,how harsh you treated me? How you looked down on me regarding many things such as my examination results,the way I look,even to the girls I tried to date. Remember how I retaliated? All those devious acts I've done in the past....you...yes,you were the catapulting catalyst that made me insane enough to carry such act. We keep on arguing for most of the time. I have no place to roam. Thus, I turned to my friends,my beloved blood-brothers who keeps on standing next to me through thick or thin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I respect you in any reasonable circumstances. You are my mentor. Yet to be honest, I do despise you in certain ways. From day to day, I knew, both of us were not meant to be parallel. I tried,but I can't. Like I said earlier, I am nothing like you. Maybe I am not destined to be as accomplished,as well-organized like you. It's okay if you look at me as a mere regrettable creature...I just want you to know,I'm sorry..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6789256052923857281?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6789256052923857281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6789256052923857281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6789256052923857281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6789256052923857281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/09/between-me-and-you.html' title='between me and you'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4883371186518490930</id><published>2010-09-13T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:09:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Syawal</title><content type='html'>Pada detik jari gua menulis karangan merepek ini, bulan Syawal sudah pun menjengah hari yang keempat. Bersyukur ke hadrat Illahi, bulan Ramadhan yang penuh barakah telah gua lalui. Dengan jaya atau tak,itu berserah pada-Nya. Gua pun tak tau la,sama ada bulan Ramadhan yang baru lepas ni telah gua penuhi dengan aktivti yang baik atau tak. Harap2,semua amalan gua dari sekecik biji kurma yang gua selalu main campak kat adik gua, hinggalah sebesar kapal kargo yang selalu berlabuh kat Pelabuhan Klang ni diterima Allah.&amp;nbsp; Perjalanan gua pulang ke kampung halaman di Batu 17, Ayer Tawar, Perak bermula pada hari terakhir puasa, di mana roket yang dipandu bapak gua akan berlepas dengan kelajuan 170km/J. Setelah melakukan pendaratan dengan aman di kawasan dituju, kami pun berehat. Kampung gua ni aneh sikit. Walaupun dalam negeri Perak,rata-rata orang dekat sini cakap bahasa Mandailing,jarang cakap Perak. Nasib gua faham dua2. Malam sebelum raya gua pergi jalan2 dekat Lumut. Gua agak terkejut beruk bila tengok Lumut sekarang dah ada Bazaar Rakyat. OK la,kira Datuk Seri Dr Zambry ni ada la jugak bagi sesuatu kat penduduk dekat sini. Lepas tu,"si dia" call gua. 1st time beraya dengan orang baru,orang baru yang sayangkan gua. Adoi sangap sungguh gua ni. Sayang dia sangat2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pagi 1 Syawal,kami sekeluarga bergerak ke masjid untuk Solat Aidilftri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3pY6Ima1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KwOlSAbFsZs/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3pY6Ima1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KwOlSAbFsZs/s400/IMG_1286.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masjid tempat gua Solat raya setiap tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Masjid ni semakin lama semakin maju. Dah ada air-cond,tu yang penting. Habis saja solat ialah masa paling mantap bagi gua. Masa ni la nak berpeluk,bersalam dengan semua saudara mara gua. Gua rasa bangga bila tengok rata-rata orang kampung gua yang turun masa solat raya ni,semuanya berjaya dalam bidang masing-masing. Antaranya, Datuk Zulhasnan Najib Baharudin, yang kini menjawat jawatan Pengarah Jabatan Siasatan Jenayah Narkotik, Ibu Pejabat Bukit Aman. Jawatan ni tinggi bai,betul2 bawah Timbalan Ketua Polis Negara. Tak gua lupakan Datuk Abdul Rahim Uda, kini Hakim Mahkamah Tinggi Terengganu. Dulu masa dia Penasihat Undang-Undang Negeri Perak,gua pernah ziarah dia dengan abah. Mungkin beliau la sebab gua mula-mula terfikir nak belajar undang-undang dulu. Rasa bangga jugak la,hampir tiap2 raya dapat jabat tangan dengan mereka. Tapi gua sampai sekarang masih tak puas hati,pasal&amp;nbsp;Tan Sri Alimuddin Mohd Dom,Ketua Pengarah Pelajaran Malaysia&amp;nbsp;kini,dah lama tak balik kampung. Beliau pernah jadi pengetua sekolah gua selama 5 tahun,1999-2003. Gua ingat lagi,masa gua mula2 masuk sekolah menengah dulu,bapak gua yang cakap, Pengetua sekolah kau ni orang kampung kita. Beliau cukup mesra. Sampai ke tahap dia&amp;nbsp;selesa budak-budak&amp;nbsp;panggil dia "Ayahanda". Beliau ni sangat la disukai semua warga sekolah gua. Lemah-lembut,mesra tapi tegas. Batch gua, MC0307&amp;nbsp;banyak terhutang budi dengan beliau. Terima kasih Ayahanda. Harap kami dapat bertenu Ayahanda. &lt;br /&gt;Melihat mereka ni, gua rasa bangga. Sekurang-kurangnya masa balik raya ni,dapat la gua sikit motivasi nak berjaya. Agak segan la bila diorang tanya; "Are you reading law?" "How's your result?". Adoi memang malu la nak cakap. Tapi tak apa, gua akan try dapat&amp;nbsp;keputusan yang lebih mantap semester ni. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3wMXXgmeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8KvVJuLbK6o/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3wMXXgmeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8KvVJuLbK6o/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gua punya Pak Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3xdEEMS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1i17OXFOnDM/s1600/IMG_1285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3xdEEMS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1i17OXFOnDM/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bersama Khair Azim,budak sekolah merangkap orang kampung gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Habis saja solat,gua bergerak ke kubur. Ziarah kubur arwah atuk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3zFcWJZ_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wgiFiFY6yrY/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3zFcWJZ_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wgiFiFY6yrY/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan usha gua,usha venue tempat gua bergambar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI30OIJOV2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/GJr9MykMgHg/s1600/IMG_1296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI30OIJOV2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/GJr9MykMgHg/s400/IMG_1296.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni dekat rumah mak ngah. Bapak gua lepas geram.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI32I4UY7rI/AAAAAAAAAPY/97Zs76IM28A/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI32I4UY7rI/AAAAAAAAAPY/97Zs76IM28A/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ni dekat Istana Raja Bilah, Papan. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI31Y3sS_SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GkNW5gCrUKk/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI31Y3sS_SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GkNW5gCrUKk/s400/IMG_1297.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abang Eja, Abah, Aban Cik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kami sempat ziarah tanah abah kejap. Mungkin pasal belum musim,jadi tak ada buah. Bapak gua rancang nak balik sini lepas bersara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek kata,sepanjang hari pertama Raya ni tak banyak yang gua buat. Nama pun hari 1st. Lepas ni mungkin gua nak ziarah rumah2 kawan gua,specially yang dah nak pulang belajar ke seberang laut. InsyaAllah,gua datang raya rumah lu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada abah,mak,adik, "dia" yang gua sayang, rakan-rakan, dan seluruh umat Islam,gua nak ucap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4883371186518490930?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4883371186518490930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4883371186518490930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4883371186518490930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4883371186518490930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-syawal.html' title='1 Syawal'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TI3pY6Ima1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/KwOlSAbFsZs/s72-c/IMG_1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7447234826840365356</id><published>2010-09-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:38:51.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's with all this nonsence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUCv0xUEYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G48WXIYUzpM/s1600/17bdef82c95ab03e480aa8bdc6c66d89.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUCv0xUEYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G48WXIYUzpM/s320/17bdef82c95ab03e480aa8bdc6c66d89.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Pendet&lt;/em&gt; dance. The song "Burung Kakak Tua". Batik........ Not really some concrete reasons for you to be dissatisfied with,to actually cause street -violence nationwide&amp;nbsp;. Ironically, that is what happening right there in Indonesia. Claiming that all of those are some stolen heritage from their country, some violence demonstration were conducted there. Adding to the agony, the arrest off 3 Indonesian Fisheries Officers has made the matter worsen from day to day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUAScuHMgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Of2lMmXT2uw/s1600/1_809445224l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUAScuHMgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Of2lMmXT2uw/s320/1_809445224l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As referred to the above picture, the pride of our country, the&lt;em&gt; Jalur Gemilang&lt;/em&gt; is rudely mistreated. Rather than to be waved proudly high above the flag pole, it is used as if it is nothing more than a mere carpet that you usually found in every living room. I don't know about you guys, but personally I found this picture really disturbing. Besides this uncivilized action, it was also reported that faeces, yes, faeces were thrown to the Malaysian Embassy. How could things become worse? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, were our previous actions so unspeakeably cruel to the extend that they retaliated with such unhumanity? For the past years, the Malaysian Government had been so considerate in regards of allowing so many immigrants, largely Indonesians, to&amp;nbsp;cross&amp;nbsp;the border. No to forget the fact that how the Malaysian, both Government an NGO'S,&amp;nbsp;were so generous in lending their helping hands to Indonesia, most notably during the Tsunami tragedy. Sadly, how did they repay us? Just&amp;nbsp;because of the arrest of those three officers, it seems like all our good deeds had gone through thin air,&amp;nbsp;lost from their memories. Even&amp;nbsp;a Malaysian&amp;nbsp;movie critic, Mansor Puteh&amp;nbsp;has a say on this. On his statement, he said that it is quite an eyebrow-raising situation, that when a group of Indonesian extremist threatened to inflict danger to Malaysian whose currently staying in Indonesia, and the Local Authorities did not show any reasonable action to cope with this. Does this show directly that the whole country is giving their&amp;nbsp; blessings to all these rude actions? Once again, God knows.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;According to the Indonesian Sociological Research Director, Khairuddin Harahap, most street demonstrations in Indonesia were carried out by people who are not even aware of what they are demonstrating about.Most of them are slumdogs,living under bridges or&amp;nbsp;may not even have a home at all.&amp;nbsp;They were hired by certain groups to do their dirty game, rather than&amp;nbsp;to do it themselves. The payment; money, food &amp;amp; cigarretes. This leads us to another question, why are they doing this? Some critics have said that showing their dissatisfaction to Malaysia may not be the sole reason for all of this&amp;nbsp; to occur. A message&amp;nbsp;was to be extracted from it, in a subliminal method that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIULv6QN0MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KB8TgXe3sdI/s1600/1_809445224l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIULv6QN0MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KB8TgXe3sdI/s320/1_809445224l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, the Indonesian President&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my mere point of view, it may looked as if Malaysian is the one bombarded with all of this problems. On the surface, that may be the case. However, seems like the real target of all this is the man above. This is all the methods in bringing him down. All his rivals knew that through Elections, SBY would be a tough nut to crack. Thus, raising this issues seems to be the ideal way to bring him and his regime down to the ground. Come on,lets think for a second. Lately the issue of Indonesian housemates being tortured by their Malaysian employers was suddenly raised. Frankly speaking, this housemates are having a much hellacious life in other countries such as Saudi Arabia and China. Yet, Malaysia seems to be the one blamed for largely all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Malaysian, there is no denying the fact that how it reaps my heart out, to see our prestigious flag being mistreated, especially in the patriotic month of August. For me, the level of intimacy between both nations should be increased. It is vital for both nation to look back on the ethnicity diaspora that there are so many Indonesian tribes that migrated to Malaysia as early as the 17th century. For example, we could found so many Javanese men living in Muar,Sabak Bernam, Kuala Selangor and Hutan Melintang. Not to forget the Mandailing people of Sumatera like myself,who are living mostly in Perak,Selangor &amp;amp; Negeri Sembilan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUWbi9ihYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ips46mD9fL8/s1600/1_809445224l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUWbi9ihYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ips46mD9fL8/s320/1_809445224l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 1st generations of Mandailing in Perak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a child, I learnt through my father that my ancestors ,the Mandaling people, were from Tapanuli Selatan, Northern of Sumatera.&amp;nbsp;Migrating to Perak as their first settlement on the aftermath of the Padri War, they have chosen Ayer Tawar, Pusing, Bruas, Batu Gajah and Gopeng as their place in search of a new life far away from their homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUSsdo156I/AAAAAAAAAOY/qYDE41RbElk/s1600/1_809445224l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUSsdo156I/AAAAAAAAAOY/qYDE41RbElk/s320/1_809445224l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tapanuli Selatan, Sumatera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since arrival, my ancestors have vow to serve their newly-found home with all their heart. They have forgotten their place of origin, Sumatera, or Indonesia as a whole. Yet, there is no denial that most of us still misses our homeland. Maybe that is the main reason that triggered me to write this long sketch. Deep inside my heart's core, I still have that feeling that Indonesia, Sumatera to be specific,&amp;nbsp;is my home. Both countries should be united with brotherly-bond. That is why it saddens me to see that the good relationship between both neighbouring nations are on the verge of a serious threat,thanks to the action of some irresponsible being who blindly acts on the order of political agenda's. Besides, doesn't it seems to be even sad,&amp;nbsp;if this&amp;nbsp;"war" is happening between those who shared the same sacred vow, that Allah is the Supreme God &amp;amp; Muhammad is His Messenger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point to argue on the dumbest of all subjects. There are a lot of other matters that needs to be look into. Economy,developement , health, etc. Just stop all of this stupidity and think on a better future up ahead....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7447234826840365356?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7447234826840365356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7447234826840365356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7447234826840365356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7447234826840365356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-with-all-this-nonsence.html' title='what&apos;s with all this nonsence?'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIUCv0xUEYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G48WXIYUzpM/s72-c/17bdef82c95ab03e480aa8bdc6c66d89.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6149948152634253820</id><published>2010-09-04T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:02:05.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that night......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIJ-1RFxQ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/Fos-QlCL-AQ/s1600/night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIJ-1RFxQ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/Fos-QlCL-AQ/s320/night.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past centuries, it was said to be a gift, a present to the followers of Muhammad. Coming once in a year, in accordance with the Hijri Calendar, the&amp;nbsp;night was regarded as such a sacred night, to the extend that even a thousand months would not be sufficiently&amp;nbsp; parallel to it's holyness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be specific, the night of Lailatul Qadar comes in every Ramadhan, the ninth month of this particular calendar. Ramadhan is a a tough month. Well, the term "Ramadhan" itself is translated as "hot". You are actually abstaining yourselves from most of&amp;nbsp; any pleasurable humanly activities such as having a meal,smoking some cigarretes and even engaging in sexual intercourse from morning till dawn for the whole month. Yet, this is the month where every Muslim should devote themselves&amp;nbsp; to as many spiritual activities as they could&amp;nbsp; possibly manage. Prayers, Quran recitings and any good deeds are advisable.&amp;nbsp; Back in those days at the Hijjaz Peninsular, the 1st generation of Muslims gained their strenghs and courageness all thanks to Ramadhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it comes to that night. No one, not even the pious of all Muslims scholars know when it will come. Yet, it is said that it is on the final chapter, the last 10 days of Ramadhan. On this night, the Gates of Heaven shall be open. The Angels will be descended to Earth by Allah. All your prayers shall be ascended. But the jewel of the crown, is that all your good deeds will be measured and awarded on a higher value,compared to on any normal occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of Syawal is already around the corner. Somehow, the level of eagerness among the Muslims nowadays to hunt the greatness of this night before Ramadhan ends, is astonishingly very poor. Instead of Lailatul Qadar, people are more attracted to Lailatul Kamdar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIKIFYHTJeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/p8GnnfzKYl8/s1600/1_910008398l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIKIFYHTJeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/p8GnnfzKYl8/s320/1_910008398l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I may not be pious myself, but at least I am searching for it. Lets have this one simple presumption, what would actually happened if this Ramadhan turns out to be our last? What if we&amp;nbsp; die,living this enjoyable environment called "life", without&amp;nbsp;even having&amp;nbsp;a slight taste of this great night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the final chapter. Seems like the clouds are so generous in pouring down its rain this pass &amp;nbsp;few nights. Could it be a sign? Only Allah knows, thats for sure. Lets just prat that it is not too late....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6149948152634253820?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6149948152634253820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6149948152634253820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6149948152634253820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6149948152634253820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-night.html' title='that night......'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TIJ-1RFxQ2I/AAAAAAAAANw/Fos-QlCL-AQ/s72-c/night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2172193700148357722</id><published>2010-08-31T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:48:07.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53 years........</title><content type='html'>With a blink of an eye, it has been 53 years since this beloved nation of mine gained it's independence. A lot of things has changed though. Rather than watching the wave of the Union Jack fills the atmosphere here, the country is proud to have its own prestigious stripe, better known as the Jalur Gemilang. I may not be lucky (maybe unlucky,in an opposite circumstance) to live during those hard and painful days, where almost every citizen were having such an extremely low self-esteem, to the extend that WE, the rightful owner of this sacred land needs to learn how to speak with this colonial batallion's languages, this parasites roaming on our country's mother-tounge, just so that it will be easy to converse with them&amp;nbsp;on a daily basis. My father once told me, that the Japanese will cruelly chop off the heads of the local citizen, if they failed to understand the order that was given to them, in Japanese!&amp;nbsp;In addition, this intruders from&amp;nbsp;The Land of The Rising Sun&amp;nbsp;would regularly&amp;nbsp;be doing spot-checks&amp;nbsp;from house to house, just to ensure that there are no radio, yes, radio&amp;nbsp;equipped in this citizen's home. Life&amp;nbsp;was said to be slightly better after the surrendering of the Japanese to the British, but nevertheless, what is&amp;nbsp;a clear distinction between being colonized by an Asian or by an European? You are still living no different than a refugee on your own land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, how can a normal homo sapien be living in such hardship? After the roar of "Merdeka!" by Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra Al-Haj marked the end of centuries of the colonial era, domestic problems began to occur. The Communism Ideology began to gain widespread influence from many local individuals, resulting in a a new form of terror not just in the country, but the whole world thoroughly. Luckily, this threat was finally put to an absolute end with the exile of its &lt;em&gt;de facto&lt;/em&gt; leader, Ong&amp;nbsp; Boon Hua, better known as Chin Peng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the country has enjoyed the taste of peacefullness for quite sometime. Numerous success has been achieved. Developement in so many different fields and sectors has made Malaysia a household name not just in the Asian region, but internationally as well. Come to think of it, will this heavenly situation last for long? Or will it be nothing more like an evening rain? 53 years has passed. I don't know about you guys, but I am quite familiar with one quote, that is ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;the more things change, the more things will remain the same..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country has changed a lot. But honestly, we are still arguably colonized in one or a few topics right? Independence is great. Being free from any outside interference is awesome. But maintaining it,that is a whole new story. We, the future citizen, the future of this land should be the backbone in maintaining these freedom. Let us not let any negative doctrines to fill our minds. Back in school, I learnt that Unity is Strength. That is the motto that should be carved in every youth's mind and heart.&amp;nbsp;Do not&amp;nbsp;let any form of differences to tear us apart. Appreciate this freedom, for the sake of our nation and it's future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Independence Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MERDEKA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2172193700148357722?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2172193700148357722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2172193700148357722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2172193700148357722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2172193700148357722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/08/53-years.html' title='53 years........'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-5500710042920995896</id><published>2010-08-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:02:19.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>legenda Padang C kembali.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Benda ni dah lama,tapi gua peduli ape,gua nak update jugak. 2 minggu yang lepas,batch gua buat Annual Futsal. Mula2 bajet nak buat dekat Sports Planet Shah Alam. Last2, tukar dekat HTO Subang. Time ni ramai adik beradik gua yang belajar dekat seberang laut dah pulang bercuti. A veri appropriate time for a mini-gathering, I suppose. Gua gerak dari Bangi ke Purajaya dulu,pasal nak ambil Jekbe dekat Alamanda dulu. Berkat arahan dari dia,kami pun sampai ke Subang. 1st stop,rumah Apis. Then bergerak lah kami ke HTO. 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In conjuction with this event, sesetengah negeri bercuti bagi meraikan hari ni. Ini termasuklah negeri tumpangan gua ni. Hari ni gua pagi-pagi dah sampai rumah. Benda pertama gua cari, FIFA 10. Habis saja main,gua rasa boring. Tiba2 gua dengar 1 suara dekat ruang tamu. Gua tak tau ayat yang keberapa,tapi gua tau itu suara mak gua sedang baca Al-Quran,surah An-Nahlu. Tak tau la nape,gua pun tergerak nak ikut dia baca sekali. Gu baca tak banyak,satu muka surat saja pun. Tapi lepas habis baca,gua rasa best. Hilang boring. Maybe ni la kot berkat baca Al-Quran time bulan puasa ni,lagi-lagi time Nuzul Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni tengah bulan Ramadhan. Bulan ni la bulan untuk semua umat Islam lipat-gandakan amalan. Alhamdulillah,sekarang gua dah mula baca Al-Quran at least 1 page 1 hari. OK la,walaupun sikit. Yang penting bagi gua,konsisten. Sekarang gua dah mula rasa tenang,rasa best. Yang gua rasa tak best ni cuma perangai sesetengah manusia dalam bulan ni. Gua tau la,lu olang maybe orang bandar,atau maybe tak&amp;nbsp; biasa berada dalam suasana Ramadhan. Maybe pasal depa ni biasa membesar kat bandar-bandar macam New York, California, London, Paris atau Toronto, menyebabkan depa ni dah tak biasa dengan budaya berpuasa dekat Malaysia ni. Tapi kalau ye pun,hormatlah sikit. Kalau dah muka tu Melayu,jaga la sikit diri time bulan puasa ni. Contohnya, penampilan. Gua tau la lu mat rocker,nak pergi mana-mana kena pakai santing2,rantai,gelang besi dan macam-maca lagi. Tapi time bulan puasa ni, jaga la sikit. Dressing tu biar la elok-elok,tak payah la nak tunjuk lu tu brutal sangat. Buat malu orang Islam je. Yang kaum Hawa pulak cuba la cover sikit. Bukannya orang suruh terus pakai tudung litup, tapi at least pakaian yangs sedia ada tu jaga la. Tak payah la buat free-show dekat sini,buat pahala puasa gua kurang je. Habis Puasa nanti lain la. Lagi pun korang belajar dekat Malaysia saja pun.&amp;nbsp;Gua ada ramai member2 yang pergi oversea,tapi dressing diorang rilek je,tak ada pun nak nonjol.&amp;nbsp;Yang korang ni,dok terperap dekat Malaysia ni,sedarlah diri tu siapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua malam-malam sedih dan bengang jugak. Bila gua nak pergi Tarawikh,gua nampak ada orang-orang serumpun dengan gua boleh dok lepak lagi depan kolej. Orang punya la dok berpusu-pusu pergi masjid,diorang leh buat muka toye sambil isap rokok. Adoi maybe diorang ni dah konfem masuk syurga kot. Maybe la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buka ape,masa Ramadhan ni la bagi gua masa untuk sedar sikit. Yang susah sangat nak solat tu,solat la masa ni. Apa yang susah sangat? Lu ni spoil sangat ke.otai sangat ke,&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;SAMSENG SANGAT KE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Susah bebeno nak jaga solat,padahal orang kampung dok ulu je pun. Tadi ada member gua story, dia kata dia ni tak pernah tinggal solat atau puasa. Tapi 1 cikaro pun tak nak kat dia. Orang2 lain ramai je yang nak. Gua bila fikir2 balik, apa yang lu nak risau bai? Lu solat doh,awek mana yang tak nak buat lu jadi laki diorang? Minah2 cun dan mamat2 macho yang ramai peminat,tapi tak jaga kerohanian ni,lu ingat ada orang ke yang nak&amp;nbsp;ambil jadi laki atau bini? Paling hebat pun jadi skandal atau couple saja la. Tak percaya,tengok nanti. Ada tak orang yang sudi kahwin dengan diorang? Last2,orang macam lu yang jaga solat ni jugak yang awek akan dok terhegeh-hegeh nak. Lagi satu,orang yang dok berlagak jadi playboy atau playgirl ni,ape yang lu olang nak bangga bai? Sapa yang bodoh sangat nak kat lu tu? Diorang semua tu betul2 ke suka sama lu? Most importantly,ade ke dari semua tu yang nak ambil lu jadi teman hidup? Ada ke yang sanggup terima jadi menantu? Solat tak jaga,puasa pun kadang-kadang. Tak payah bajet la wei. Biar diri ini tak hot di mata manusia,tapi hot di sisi Illahi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua sekarang ni dah mula rasa best sikit. Maybe masih bermasalah kewangan,tapi hati dah mula tenang. Gua bersyukur,gua berharap Allah akan terus bantu gua dalam mengharungi bulan ni...insyaAllah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-685983595636039517?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/685983595636039517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=685983595636039517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/685983595636039517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/685983595636039517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/08/apa-yang-tersurat-dan-tersirat.html' title='apa yang tersurat dan tersirat..........'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6962264515991753136</id><published>2010-08-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:05:39.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>approaching...</title><content type='html'>Quite awhile..................not sure why though. It seems my tendency to open this page has been decreasing for this past few months. My previous post might tell the whole story,but no all,I guess. I'm a little bit busy,doing sorts of rigmarole since the beginning of this hectic semester. My wallet are getting lighter each and every week. I need to go back home almost every f***ing weekends,just to get down on my knees in front of my dad,the only way to re-fill the emptiness in my pocket. I am now going through a special month, a month they call Ramadhan. One of the holiest month in the Islamic calendar. More than a week of this month had passed,yet I feel that there is nothing to it. I go the mosque almost every night,performing the Tarawikh prayers. But this awkward feeling of obscurity and frustration keeps on bugging me. Maybe those nights at the mosque were not enough for me to get rewarded from Him. I seldom read the Holy Qoran nowadays, or even performing the Dhoha prayers in the morning even if I have that little leisure time. I miss those days back in Kuala Kangsar. Back then, I may not be the most cunning or loveable of all of students, but still, I spent most of my Ramadhan in the surau from day to day. This new life of mine might have tones of freedom, but spiritually, I am getting worse. Reminiscing those days makes me remember, how I went through this fasting months without the love of both my parents as I was staying in a boarding school. Instead of breaking fast with them, I am doing it with a new bunch of guys, a bunch of guys that now I consider my blood-brothers. Remembering all those hard times we shared together, it makes me happy,makes me smile. I never thaught of getting into drugs,being a notorious school gangster or even getting involve in any nonsence puppy-love syndromes, because I have you guys to feel my life with all sorts of laughter,happiness and most importantly,brotherly-love. Thanks guys. Jom Murni!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my core business,studying. I might say that it started quiet brightly, I fell in love with two Islamic Law subjects. Hope to score A's on both subjects. Still a long way to go. I have started planning on my future. I am a kind of guy who will never be satisfied in any circumstances. I still have some other things to fulfill after this four years,and I'm not going to let anything or even anyone to be an obstacle for me in reaching it. Jealousy...yes,jealousy. This is the element that droves me in reaching my goal. He has been looking down on me since school. I'll prove to him one day, I might be living with your cash,but sooner or later, I'll be a filthier man with tones of money of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,there is nothing more vital for me than to study. This is my priority. I'm not here for enjoyment,I'm not here to be in any serious relationships(yet I am right now). Hope there is a bright light at the end of this dark tunnel I am passing through. It has been years since I was a notorious guy.....I am not looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan is not over yet. God,give me that strength..that strength for me to feel this Holy Month of Yours with all the Blessfull deeds that I could possibly manage.....&lt;br /&gt;Amin.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6962264515991753136?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6962264515991753136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6962264515991753136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6962264515991753136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6962264515991753136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/08/approaching.html' title='approaching...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3543258921175395348</id><published>2010-08-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:14:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kesialan.....</title><content type='html'>gua dah lama tak update gua nye blog ni. bapak berhabuknye bila gua bukak. sawang sana-sini,siap berdaki lagi. Bermulanya semester baru di sini, lebih kurang macam dulu jugak, bermula dengan kesengalan yang tak dapat gua rungkaikan melalui keyboard Laptop Asus gua ni. Masuk saja Tahun 2 ni, memang gua dah mula sengal-sengal ubi pasal result gua before ni untuk sekian kali nye lingkup. Result exam gua jatuh, tak macam-macam member gua yang lain, semua meningkat tahap dewa. Frust,tension,bengang,rasa macam nak pulas perut sendiri pun ada. Gua tak tau mana silap. Dulu masa 1st sem,time ramai member2 gua yang result merudum,result gua boleh pulak OK. Takde la sampai tahap gempak,tapi ok la nak bandingkan dengan yang lain,hampir la jugak mencapai target. Tapi exam baru ni,totally out. Bapak gua tau,memang dia redha dan menerima dengan hati yang terbuka sebenarnya kan? Sepanjang dekat rumah, semua yang gua buat, semua salah,semua serba tak kena,semua tak betul, semua pasal result gua yang mantap ni. Kalau dulu, bapak atau atuk gua ada la jugak bekalkan duit belanja, sekarang ni bagi duit serupa tak bagi duit saja,time nak hulur duit tu pun tak pandang muka gua,tau la muka gua ni muka loser,tak hensem pulak tu.... kalau dulu gua miskin,sekarang gua rasa dah jatuh tahap fakir dah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua frust gila duduk rumah. Bukak saja semester baru, gua terus chow dari rumah,bajet nak peace dekat sini. Korang rasa gua dapat peace tak?? Disebabkan result gua yang mantap ni, gua tak dapat ambil lebih dari 20 unit. Gua pun apply la nak tambah kredit dekat ofis FUU, tapi tak lulus pasal ada kesilapan masa gua apply. Terima kasih banyak-banyak gua nak ucap kepada Kerani ofis tu pasal tak bagitau gua awal-awal apa yang tak kena dengan borang permohonan gua tu. Hasilnya, gua still tak boleh tambah kredit, maka kena la tangguh untuk buat subjek2 yang tak penting ni ke semester lain. Sekarang gua dah mula serabut, nak buat short-sem ke tak nak??? Gua plan nak buat attachment cuti ni,tapi larat ke gua nak buat 2 subjek sengal ni dalam 1 sem?? Serabut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka bergembiralah gua di Kolej kediaman gua ni. Gua pun terpaksa la register ko-k yang sampai sekarang gua tak tau ape kejadahnya yang gua ambik tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni gua tengah buat assignment . Bak kata pepatah,sambil menyelam, minum la 2-3 teguk air. So gua pun ambil kesempatan ni untuk update blog. Lu olang rasa kan,nasib gua boleh jadi lagi malang tak? Gua rindu gila babi masa 1st year 1st sem. Masa tu hidup gua agak teratur dari sekarang. Hasilnya,result gua time tu ok,walaupun tak la gempak mana. Naik saja 2nd sem,semua lingkup. Pasal result yang hancur tu,berduyun2 nasib malang datang hempap gua. Entah la bai,memang nasib gua nak jadi macam ni kot. Tiba-tiba gua terfikr,maybe gua patut buat macam kat koleq dulu. Gua patut persetankan semua orang,asalkan gua selamat,gua berjaya. Bapak gua ade nasihat dengan penuh tak ikhlas sebelum gua masuk 2nd year ni. Dia cakap, "hypocrisy is the short-cut to success". Gua cuba fikir-fikir balik ape la yang tersirat di sebalik ayat bapak gua ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua tak tau la macam mana sem baru ni akan berakhir,gua just berdoa ke hadrat Illahi semoga gua jadi lagi baik...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3543258921175395348?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3543258921175395348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3543258921175395348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3543258921175395348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3543258921175395348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/08/kesialan.html' title='kesialan.....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2014906093972133563</id><published>2010-07-16T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T06:31:08.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kepulangan</title><content type='html'>Semuanya bermula secara tak sengaja. Gua saja pergi Subang Jaya,nak lepak dengan Anas &amp;amp; Hafiz. Time tengah makan-makan dekat Subang Parade, tiba-tiba timbul idea nak balik Kuale, tempah kami menelaah ilmu selama separuh dekad. Nak ambil sijil SPM dengan 1119. Masa tu dah ramai member2 yang dah start belajar balik,specially budak UiTM. Jadi tak ramai la yang dapat pergi Pada hari Khamis berikutnya, gua, Anas, Hafiz &amp;amp; Jekbe memulakan perjalanan dari Subang Jaya ke Kuala Kangsar dengan menaiki Naza milik Anas. Lebih kurang 3 jam, maka nampak la petanda yang kami dah nak sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbRHoEO9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WVGPlL5hFzI/s1600/398px-Mark_Zuckerberg_CEO_Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494421526310829010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbRHoEO9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WVGPlL5hFzI/s320/398px-Mark_Zuckerberg_CEO_Facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpang ke Kuala Kangsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk2 je bandar ni, gua terkejut jugak. Dah maju,bangunan2 baru pun dah banyak . Yang paling gua tak tahan, Kuale udoh ade Pizza Hut yob!!! Ate idok le teman tau bile dibuatnye, tau2 udoh terponggo depan mata. Seronok betul budak2 sini sekarang,tak ada la nak makan2 dekat KFC je. Dah ade alternatif lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa menoleh ke belakang,kami berempat pun melangkah masuk ke alma mater lama kami. Sampai2 je Foyer, sekali lagi gua terkejut. Ada satu menatang ape entah dok melekat kat atas dinding tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbQ_-YHGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CvmZ_RUiQ-g/s1600/36464_1152004378432_1777337377_282899_1160413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494421524256922722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbQ_-YHGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CvmZ_RUiQ-g/s320/36464_1152004378432_1777337377_282899_1160413_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni la menatang tu. Kan ke lagi baik deme letak dekat Common Room,boleh le budak2 tengok world cup in HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop in Koleq,pejabat. Nama pun nak ambil sijil. Lepas tu ke bilik guru. Ramai jugak cikgu2 lama masih ada dekat sini macam Cikgu Faridah, Cikgu Azian, Cikgu Rosnani &amp;amp; Ustaz Khainuri. Sebelum kami blah, kami sempat jugak bergamba dekat sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbQQ9YrnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4C-8NNWbIu4/s1600/34142_1152012858644_1777337377_282915_5986483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494421511636299378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbQQ9YrnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4C-8NNWbIu4/s320/34142_1152012858644_1777337377_282915_5986483_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 musketeers in front of Big School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbP88L-II/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q52r3LPAMno/s1600/1_635526266l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494421506262562946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbP88L-II/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q52r3LPAMno/s320/1_635526266l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hostel, asrama Form 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kami pergi pekena Laksa dengan Cendol dekat Lembah kejap. Lepas tu , kami pun bertolak balik. Nak makan dekat Murni,dengar cite Chicken Chop dia best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 hari saja..tak lama pun. Apa yang gua dapat tengok,specially generasi baru budak Koleq ni, manners sangat kurang. Mencarut tak tentu pasal, dengan kami pun tak hormat,macam ni ke budak Koleq@ MCKK yang patu dibanggakan? "Ghope ini budak MC??",cakap orang Kuale. Maybe pasal dimanjakan sangat,tak pernah kena yang macam gua dengan member2 kena dulu, so diorang naik kepala. Sumpah, gua rasa kemanisan hidup dekat sini dah tak ada. Semuanya Academic atau Exam-Oriented. Belajar, belajar &amp;amp; belajar. Budak-budak jadi tak ade life. Gua bukan nak cakap yang Ord, Fly, Kirik, dan perkara2 sewaktu dengannya tu baik dan patut dijadikan amalan seharian. Tapi come on, think outside the box. Contohnya, Sampai sekarang gua rasa Koleq la satu-satunya SBP yang ada Prep Pagi masa hari Ahad. Last2,bukannya result PMR dengan SPM makin baik,makin merudum ade la gua tengok. Jangan la tekan budak2 sangat. Life kat sini bukan untuk study saja, life dekat sini untuk persediaan pada masa depan sebenarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pernah tak lu orang rasa, macam mana best nye balik kampung? Walaupun dekat kampung maybe tak se-happening seperti berada di bandar,tapi rasa seronok. Itu la yang gua rasa bila balik ke Bandar Di-Raja ni. Masa gua form 1, gua frust pasal terpaksa berpisah dengan rakan karib gua seperti Playstation, Astro dan tak dilupakan bilik kelamin gua,semata-mata untuk ke bandar yang hanya ada The Store(sebelum ni Fajar) sebagai supermarket utama dekat sini. Memang pekan  koboi. Tapi makin lama,bersama-sama dengan Legends 0307 membuatkan gua sayang tempat ni. Dari umur 13 tahun, gua berjauhan dengan ibu ayah,gua belajar basuh baju dengan berus sabut, gua belajar kemas katil pagi-pagi,gua belajar gilap kasut bagi berkilat, tapi yang paling penting, gua belajar erti kehidupan &amp;amp; persaudaraan. Gua tak pernah rasa sunyi, pasal gua ada rakan-rakan yang selalu sokong gua dari belakang,dari bawah dan tepi pun ada jugak. Frankly speaking,memang rasa sekejap. Tapi gua puas dapat balik. Bak kata Jekbe "gua tertinggal barang kat Kuala Kangsar, hati dan speret gua..keh3..thnx dow..kejap pun tapi bapak puas.." Sama la Jekbe, Gua pun tertinggal hati dan speret gua jugak. InsyaAllah,lepas ni,kami semua datang balik....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbPrsaSKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Wur_Kpc6mHw/s1600/3229_1005555797309_1777337377_6349_1383365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494421501632989346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbPrsaSKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Wur_Kpc6mHw/s320/3229_1005555797309_1777337377_6349_1383365_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal Kuala Kangsar. Moga kita ketemu lagi.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2014906093972133563?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2014906093972133563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2014906093972133563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2014906093972133563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2014906093972133563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/07/kepulangan.html' title='kepulangan'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TEAbRHoEO9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WVGPlL5hFzI/s72-c/398px-Mark_Zuckerberg_CEO_Facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-3851183796157439961</id><published>2010-07-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:23:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 waktu...</title><content type='html'>Gua bangun agak awal la pagi tadi. Dalam pukul 2.50 pagi,nak tengok Netherlands vs Uruguay. Ingat nak tengok dekat luar, namun ketiadaan Mitsubhi Evo Lancer gua telah membantutkan hasrat itu. Mula2 memang mengantuk tahap gaban la, namun selepas jaringan mantap Geovanni van Bronchorst( sori la,gua tak ingat camne nak eja nama dia), gua terus semangat nak tengok. Netherland menang 3-2. HAHAHAH,gua benci Uruguay,dah la menang quarter hari tu pun nasib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis match,gua sambung bisnes tido gua. Dalam pukul 7, gua bangun nak solat Subuh. Nasib baik la Puan Arbaeyah bt. Haji Ramli a.k.a ibu kesayangan gua kejut dengan penuh kasih sayang. Dia ni nak pergi market dengan abah tadi, nak tambah bekalan tempoyak dekat rumah ni. Lepas solat je,gua sambung tido. Ha ni tabiat buruk namanya,lepas solat Subuh la terbukanya pintu rezeki. Kalau lu tido balik,serupa la macam tolak rezeki. So jadikan habit gua ni sebagai sempadan ye. Don't try it at home,ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka balik la mak gua ke rumah. Gua pun secara automatiknye bangun nak breakfast. Time makan2,kitorang borak pasal satu benda yang sangat basic dalam kehidupan kita,khususnya orang Islam ni. Tak lain tak bukan, solat 5 waktu. Mak gua cakap, masa dia kecik dulu, arwah nenek cukup jaga perkara ni. Senja je,terus mak dengan adik-beradik lain kena panggil masuk rumah. Sebelum dia meninggal, dia pesan dekat mak suruh jaga solat cucu-cucu dia. Mak gua masa kerja dulu, bangun pagi dalam pukul 5. Buatkan breakfast,basuh baju, dan terpenting sekali,kejutkan dua putera dia ni bangun solat subuh. Masa tu gua dengan adik sekolah rendah lagi. Kecik2,mesti la merungut. Merengek2,maki2 mak gua pasal kejut awal sangat. Tapi dia sabar je. Masa gua darjah 4, gua kantoi tak solat Maghrib pasal dok tengok T.V lama sangat. Bapak gua keluar bilik,bawak cota dia, terus balun peha gua. Time tu gua memang panas la dengan dia. Ye la, sebelum ni kalau tak solat dia dok rilek je. Tiba2 hari tu boleh pulak gua kena tiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgLc8uqPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Sm-5RxZYiy8/s1600/1_809445224l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490978858048858354" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgLc8uqPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Sm-5RxZYiy8/s320/1_809445224l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time solat pun boleh dengar lagu..hish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas kejadian tu, terus gua tak berani tinggal dah. Gua time tu memang hipokrit gila, solat macam tak nak solat je. Lebih kurang macam dekat bawah ni la,tak khusyuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgK8ySgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FaVz0fpSTpw/s1600/1_971207742l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490978849415136050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgK8ySgzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FaVz0fpSTpw/s320/1_971207742l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time tengah borak2 dengan mak gua ni, gua teringat satu kejadian masa gua Form 2. Hari tu hari Ahad,kitorang baru balik Prep Pagi. Of course la sekor2 letih. Dipendekkan cerita,azan Zuhur berkumandang. Gua pun terbangun,terus pergi surau. Dalam surau tu,gua nampak dua orang prefect asrama kami tengah dok study dalam. Gua mula2 buat tenang saja la,habis solat,gua sambung buat taik mata balik. Lepas saja solat Asar petang tu, prefect tadi bunyikan loceng,panggil kami form 2 semua berkumpul. Dia keluarkan 1 list nama,panggil sorang2. Nama gua ada. Gua dah cuak bai,adoi ape la agaknye salah gua ni? Rupa-rupanya nama2 yang dia sebut ni ialah nama2 yang pergi surau Solat Zuhur tadi. Diorang saja je lepak study kat belakang, nak cek siapa yang tak solat. Yang kantoi, dia suruh pumping berapa kali entah. Yang solat pun , kena juga,kena "Half-way Down". Pasal ape,pasal tak ajak member2 ni solat sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgKdx9_aI/AAAAAAAAALw/E_S2wZ7lrJM/s1600/529px-GustaveDoreParadiseLostSatanProfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490978841092292002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgKdx9_aI/AAAAAAAAALw/E_S2wZ7lrJM/s320/529px-GustaveDoreParadiseLostSatanProfile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hostel, asrama pelajar Tingkatan Dua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang ni gua dah pun habis sekolah. Tapi Alhamdulillah, gua still ingat pesan mak abah gua,solat jangan tinggal. Baru gua tau,bapak gua balun dulu, pasal masa tu gua dah 10 tahun. Rasulullah pesan, kalau dah 10 tahun tak solat jugak,mak bapak boleh pukul anak tu. Pukul mendidik la,bukan pukul lepas geram. Pernah sekali gua balik kampung, bapak gua sindir gua depan kawan2 &amp;amp; saudara mara dia. Dia cakap, gua ni dah la belajar tak tinggi, pergi oversea pun tak pernah, tapi susah sangat nak jaga solat. Dia cakap,dia ramai saja kawan2 yang kelulusan ACCA dari England, MBBS dari Ireland,tapi balik2 Malaysia ni still boleh jaga solat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gua masa tu memang agak terasa hati la. Tapi sekarang gau tau,betul jugak cakap dia. Gua tengok generasi zaman sekarang ni,belajar tak la tinggi. Bergaya mengalahkan Mat Salleh,(padahal speaking pun tak reti). Tapi bila tanya kenapa tak solat,macam2 alasan diorang bagi. Tak biasa la,susah la. Sumpah gua nak tergelak. Gua ingat diorang ni mungkin lahir dekat bandar2 macam Edinburgh,New York,Boston,London,Dublin,Los Angeles or etc .Ye la kan,biasanya orang2 yang lahir dekat oversea ni saja yang diketahui susah nak solat. Rupa2 nya,lahir dekat hulu2 gak. Ada hati nak cakap susah nak solat. Adoyai.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gua akui,gua bukan la baik sangat. Lagu yang gua layan pun bukan la lagu2 Raihan ke, Hijjaz ke, Saujana ke. Gua suka lagu2 yang pelik. Tapi kalau gua yang layan lagu2 macam ni pun,still ringan kaki nak pergi surau,lu olang yang layan lagu2 indie lembik,chord gitar sama je dari mula,jiwang tahap leleh, tak kan la susah sangat nak solat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mak gua pesan tadi, kalau dia dengan abah dah tak ada, make sure 5 waktu tu still jaga. InsyaAllah, diri tu akan terpelihara. Bila dah dapat anak nanti, ajar dia solat sejak umur 7 tahun. Tak kisah la nakal @ jahat macam mana pun budak tu, selagi dia jaga solat, dia akan dihormati. Terima kasih,mak &amp;amp; abah.....luv u guys more than anyone else.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhir kata, baik la lu orang solat, sebelum orang kasi solat sama lu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-3851183796157439961?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/3851183796157439961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=3851183796157439961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3851183796157439961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/3851183796157439961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-waktu.html' title='5 waktu...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TDPgLc8uqPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Sm-5RxZYiy8/s72-c/1_809445224l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4455181304029077505</id><published>2010-07-03T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:41:56.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as I lay dying.........</title><content type='html'>well, for those  Metal Freaks out there,you might be familiar with the name of this new post of mine. not to be fancy or anything, just don't have any mind-blowing  ideas to put on the title. To start, this piece of sketch has nothing to do with the the title. I just got home from doing the same rigmarole I did on every delightful Sunday morning. To start, I woke up and performed my Subuh prayers. Credits to the greatest Eve who had ever roam on God's Earth(at least for me,that is), my mother!!!!. She's my unofficial morning clock. Sometimes I wonder, man, will this lady ever get bored in waking me up for almost every morning? "Aliff, Subuh!!!!" "Aliff, dah dekat pukul 7 ni". "Aliff, nak masuk neraka ke!!????" Ok, that particular final sentence will always went out if she reached the most maximum of all tempers. . I respect my mother in any circumstances. She was my first Ustazah, teaching my brother and I to recite the Holy Quran since we were 5 and 6 respectively. She was still busy working back then,yet she still has that sense of responsibility,to ensure that both her sons are able to perform the 5 time prayers and recite the Quran thoroughly. Man, will I ever find another Angel like you,mak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,enough about her. Let's talk about another "her". She's quite a distance from me right now. Only God knows how I missed her. She has been working lately, spending most of her leisure time on holidays by helping her sister's business. Hmm, hard-working girl. Always texting me messages,filling my boring days with her jokes, and most importantly, keep on loving me for who I am. Because of one of her text, I manage to woke up early this morning, thus avoiding any unwanted audio's from coming out of my mother's mouth. Thanks sayang, I miss u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining cats and dogs this morning. I went out to have my breakfast, before accompanying my mom to the market. Buying some Terung, Pisang Awak, Ubi Keledek, Jering and one of my all-time favourites, Tempoyak!!!! A local Perak dish that is. Man, I just love its  aroma and fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I sat home in my room, in front of my lappy,writing this new post. Its quite awkward, this weird feeling suddenly pop-out from my heart and mind. Its like, have I been sleeping all this time? Have I wasted my precious life with nothing? Even worse, have I been dead all this years? This just seems funny, but it keeps messing with my head for hours now. Those 5 years at The Royal Town, have my brothers and I utilise the opportunity wisely? Or is it just 5 years filled with Fly,Ord and Kirik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year older, a year wiser. Yeahh right. Doesn't seem that way to me. I entered a new Alma-Mater. Gosh I thought I've changed, but those Dark Ages are just not over yet, do they? I keep on doing the same mistakes over and over again. The mistakes that nearly cost my life a few years back. Allah is The Most Powerful. With all that serious screwed-ups and blunders, He still gives me a slight glimmer of hope in pursuing my life. Alhamdulillah, no other words to describe how thankful I am to You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe I got a little twisted right now. No, I'm already twisted since those days. Maybe because of all  those hard-times, I got wacko . Its like a Nuclear bomb. It tooks only one explosion, to ruin the lives of the whole community living around there  for years and years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm wrong. Guess that title does have something in common with what I am writing right now. Maybe I have been dead for all this  years. The question is, will I ever be alive again???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4455181304029077505?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4455181304029077505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4455181304029077505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4455181304029077505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4455181304029077505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-i-lay-dying.html' title='as I lay dying.........'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7252168878448800850</id><published>2010-06-24T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T05:48:00.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ini khas untukmu....</title><content type='html'>Gua kenal satu mamat ni tau. Dah lama la, sejak 20 dulu lagi. Tak banyak yang gua tau pasal kisah-silam dia ni. Sikit2 tu ade la. Dia lahir tahun 1952 di Batu 17 Ayer Tawar,Manjung, Perak. Lahir sebagai anak yatim, ayahnya meninggal dunia dibunuh pengganas komunis (yang diketuai Chin Peng,orang kampung dia sendiri). Dia anak bongsu dari 4 beradik. Konfem la mak dia manjakan dia. Dia mula2 dapat asrama dekat Anderson School, Ipoh, tapi mak dia bawak dia balik,pasal rindu sangat. Habis saja sekolah, terus mendaftar dekat Pusat Latihan Polis Jalan Semarak, Kuala Lumpur pada tahun 1969. So korang semua tau la yang di ni polis. Dah lama bertugas, dia pun sedar yang dia ni belum pernah ke menara gading,menara belalai pun belum lagi. So,dalam usia 27 tahun, dia pun mendaftar masuk ke UiTM Shah Alam. Dia dok story kat gua,memang malu la,dia mahasiswa 1st Year paling tua masa tu. Orang lain register dengan mak bapak, dia register sorang2 je. Tak lama lepas tu, atas bantuan majikan, dia ditaja ke England,menghabiskan program Ijazah dekat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKivVLPiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MAX3YUX7E2c/s1600/35820_1145554137180_1777337377_271077_4171741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486310731748687394" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKivVLPiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MAX3YUX7E2c/s320/35820_1145554137180_1777337377_271077_4171741_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ni la dia. Kat belakang tu kira macam fakulti dia la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama pun belajar kat situ. Rasa2 nya dalam 1-2 tahun saja. Tapi dia ni sempat pulak ambil peluang jadi tourist dekat situ. Tengok la gamba dekat bawah ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKh47sfhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I_XNFSA6P7w/s1600/1_809445224l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486310717146299922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKh47sfhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I_XNFSA6P7w/s320/1_809445224l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni dekat Trafalgar's Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pulang la dia ke Tanah Melayu lepas dapat segulung ijazah. Punya la sibuk kerja,tak kawin2 jugak. Masa umur dia 39 tahun, kalau gua tak silap, baru dia bertemu jodoh. Sampai sekarang, Alhamdulillah, rumah tangga dia ni bahagia. Siap ada 2 cahaya mata lagi. Yang sulung tu MasyaAllah, memang kacak tak terkata la. Yang bongsu,ok je la..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa la dia ni agaknya ye? Nama dia Abd Rani Mohd Maydin. Orang yang kawin dengan mak gua. Dalam bahasa mudahnya, dia ni la bapak gua. Sepanjang membesarkan gua dengan adik,dia ni banyak bersabar. Masa gua sekolah rendah, dia sanggup balik kerja awal,semata-mata nak ambik gua yang baru habis sekolah. Form 1 gua masuk asrama. Masa mula2 nak tinggal kan gua dekat situ, dia nasihat gua belajar rajin2. Sebelum dia balik,gua nampak mata dia mengalir. Gua agak tak sangka la masa tu. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik form 3, gua ni jadi malas study sikit. Result trial PMR gua memang kaw2 nye teruk. Sampaikan dia kena panggil. Gua ingat, tangan dia dah nak naik lempang muka gua masa tu. Tapi entah macam mana dia tak lempang. Dah form 4, gua mula naik kepala. Slip 8A PMR gua tu macam lesen besar gua untuk buat ape2. Gua kurang hajar dengan dia,tak pernah call dia sampai 3-4 bulan,balik rumah lewat. Memang pelempang,penerajang,maki-hamun tu dah jadi makanan ruji gua la masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by, baru gua sedar, dia buat semua ni pasal dia sayang kat gua. Dia tak dapat kasih sayang ayah, pasal tu la bila gua dengan adik gua lahir, dia sayang sangat kat kami berdua. Gua sedar semua ni lambat. Lepas berkali-kali gua buat pasal dengan dia,baru gua sedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Jun, Hari di mana semua bapa di seluruh dunia diraikan. Aliff tau dah lambat,tapi aliff nak ucap dekat abah, SELAMAT HARI BAPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKg9-JukI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wcPbZp-Ahtg/s1600/34124_1145554497189_1777337377_271080_858120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486310701318912578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKg9-JukI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wcPbZp-Ahtg/s320/34124_1145554497189_1777337377_271080_858120_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7252168878448800850?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7252168878448800850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7252168878448800850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7252168878448800850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7252168878448800850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/06/ini-khas-untukmu.html' title='ini khas untukmu....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TCNKivVLPiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MAX3YUX7E2c/s72-c/35820_1145554137180_1777337377_271077_4171741_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7690514021959210831</id><published>2010-06-06T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T07:44:35.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in memories....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAulg9LE5EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BkbDZ1wczl8/s1600/tar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479655357221758018" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAulg9LE5EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BkbDZ1wczl8/s320/tar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Korang tau tak ni ape?" tanya seorang pelajar form 5 kepada sekumpulan pelajar form 1 yang belum sampai sebulan berada di situ. "Ni Dewan TAR,abang!" jawab pelajar2 form 1 itu dengan penuh rasa cuak dan gementar. "SALAH!! Ni lah NERAKA!!!" pelajar form 5 itu dengan penuh garang membetulkan jawapan junior-juniornya........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu la sedikit bingkisan, apa yang gua dengan batch 0307 yang gua sayang tempuhi masa mula masuk dewan ni. Nama dewan ni Dewan Tun Abdul Razak,panggil Dewan Tar saja la. Masa kitorang minggu orientasi dulu,sini la tempat kitorang banyak diberi briefing itu- ini pasal life kat koleq ni. Dah habis orientasi, bermulalah sesi-sesi cheering practice kejam yang dikendalikan oleh pelajar-pelajar tingkatan 5 terhadap kami semua. Tiap2 minggu form1 sampai form 3 akan masuk dewan ni, berlatih lagu-lagu cheering. "Barisan", "Gung Ho", "Kenek-kenek Udang", sampai lah ke "Bung Wak", dekat sini la kami belajar semua lagu2 tu. Salah tepuk sikit,nyanyi tak betul,mula la kena maki hamun. Kadang2 ada yang kantoi tak hafal lirik,mula la kena panggil turun bawah. Adoi bapak kejam nye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naik form 3 pulak, cheering practice dah mula kurang. Dewan ni sekarang jadi tempat kelas tambahan pulak. Ye la kan,nama pun nak PMR. Paling selalu guna dewan ni, Panitia Bahasa Inggeris. Tiap2 hari khamis, kalau gua tak silap la. Kelas 3 Unggul dengan 3 Sejahtera. Kelas Teacher Linda. Rilek gila kelas ni, gua tak pernah rasa tension. Dekat hujung tahun form 3,pengetua tak bagi kitorang balik lagi,pasal nak buat aktiviti entah ape2 , dalam dewan ni la. Subjek2 menengah atas semua dia nak ajar awal2. Ha lepas habis saja last paper PMR, budak2 form 3 ,seperti kelazimannya setiap tahun akan meng"fly"kan diri diorang ke Astaka. Bacth gua pun tak terkecuali la daripada meneruskan tradisi ini. Tapi sedih la, pasal tak pecah rekod, 62 orang je yang fly malam tu. Dah la balik2 saja ,kantoi dengan rampa(dalam bahasa ibundanya,warden sekolah),kena sebat dengan Cikgu Yop sampai dua round, esok pagi tu boleh pulak Cikgu Yop malukan kitorang dalam Dewan TAR. "Aliff, are you also one of the culprits?" Cikgu Linda tanya gua dalam tu,pakai microphone. Malunya memang gua je la yang tau . Sepanjang dalam dewan ni time lepas PMR, gua langsung tak ambik tau ape yang cikgu dok cakap dekat depan. Gua sama ada tido atau vandal "alep_103 w.e" kat bawah meja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naik form 4, tak banyak sangat aktiviti dekat dalam dewan ni. Just kelas2 tambahan je. Itu pun kadang2. Naik form 5 , barulah bermulanya sesi-sesi kelas tambahan yang lebih kerap. Malam2 ada saja Panitia nak buat kelas kat situ. Paling gua tak boleh lupa, masa kelas tambahan Fizik. Cikgu Grace boleh masuk Dewan Carey, tunggu kitorang habis dinner. Bukan ape, nak pastikan semua form 5 terus masuk Dewan TAR lepas tu. Gua ade jugak beberapa kali ponteng,time pergi pun kadang2 gua boleh tetidur. Siap kantoi dengan Cikgu Grace lagi,dah malu sekali lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari terakhir gua masuk sini, lepas habis paper Biologi Kertas 3. Last paper SPM 2007. Mood masa tu agak suram la dalam dewan ni,pasal ni la kali terakhir kami semua 1 bacth akan bersama. Memang pun,pasal lepas ni sorang2 akan bawak haluan masing2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAuiVjwwJNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/E6vz58SS1HI/s1600/413540700_f6d97704c3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479651862887015634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAuiVjwwJNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/E6vz58SS1HI/s320/413540700_f6d97704c3_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewan ni macam dewan kuliah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufjFN5EOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Rju_N8ckejw/s1600/7018_1043975917788_1777337377_92657_867255_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479648796671021282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufjFN5EOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Rju_N8ckejw/s320/7018_1043975917788_1777337377_92657_867255_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biasanya budak2 cemerlang PMR bergambar depan dewan ni. Ni gamba budak batch gua yang dapt 8A(including me,hehehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa hari lepas, gua dapat tau yang Dewan TAR ni dah roboh. Pasal nak ganti dengan Dewan baru. Sedih bai, banyak gila kenangan dalam ni. Cheering practice, tido,vandal sana-sini, macam2 la. Bila tengok gambar2 kat bawah ni, gua macam nak menangis pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufiw1TESI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6eQ-FUtSrAI/s1600/dsc_1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479648791199158562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufiw1TESI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6eQ-FUtSrAI/s320/dsc_1078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufikTDI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hn5L8qZggMk/s1600/23443_107189592648871_100000734924678_103136_7614030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479648787834282994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufikTDI_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hn5L8qZggMk/s320/23443_107189592648871_100000734924678_103136_7614030_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukan Dewan TAR saja,surau Prep School,makmal bahasa Jepun &amp;amp; Perancis pun dah roboh. Yang ni gua tak tau nak ganti dengan ape. Sini pun banyak kenangan. Malam2 masa form 1 dulu, budak2 bahasa Jepun makan Ord dalam ni. Sensei yang bawak. Thanx la sensei. Time kelas dia pulak,kalau dia tak datang, kami dok layan tengok TV dekat dalam tu. Gua,Wanli,Im, Bendoo, Adib &amp;amp; Megat selalu duduk meja belakang. Ye la, budak Jepun yang tak berapa nak pandai. Dah la selalu datang lewat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufiN-Q1TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cnc_u1JRIBU/s1600/6040_1208231089842_1350637045_615163_1171673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479648781841519922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAufiN-Q1TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cnc_u1JRIBU/s320/6040_1208231089842_1350637045_615163_1171673_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kiri, surau Prep School,Makmal Bahasa, &amp;amp; Bilik Bahasa Perancis. Semua dah roboh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gua dah lama tak balik Koleq,last pun masa nak ambik sijil SPM. Masa tu bangunan ni ada lagi,tak roboh. Gua tak tau la bila projek ni mula, tapi yang pastinya gua memang sedih. Yela, walaupun just bangunan saja, tapi ada nilai estetika yang tinggi dalam jiwa gua bai. Ceh macam mana gua boleh terfikir nak buat ayat ni pun tak tau. Yang penting, banyak nostalgia yang Dewan TAR ni beri dalam hidup gua......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7690514021959210831?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7690514021959210831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7690514021959210831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7690514021959210831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7690514021959210831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-memories.html' title='in memories....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAulg9LE5EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BkbDZ1wczl8/s72-c/tar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-261322732117676708</id><published>2010-05-31T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:15:21.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kelompok itu.......</title><content type='html'>Gua cukup tabik spring la dengan 1 kelompok manusia ni. Ye la,kalau kome sekalian masa kecik2 dulu selalu dengar kisah para Rasul dan Nabi, rata-rata orang terpilih ni datang daripada kumpulan diorang. Pergh,mesti diorang ni hebat tahap cipan nye. Anak emas kepada Yang Maha Pencipta ni bai!!! Tapi biasa la,everything has its own up's and down's kan? Tak terkecuali la mereka ni. Orang Rom,Babylon,Mesir sampai la orang Jerman...semua nye nak menyeksa diorang. Yang dekat Mesir tu,pasal 1 mimpi saja, Firaun nak bunuh semua anak laki dari kelompok bangsa ni. Yang dekat German ni pulak, Adolf Hitler dok bangga sangat dengan kaum Aryan dia tu,sampaikan kelompok manusia ni jadi mangsa. Ish ish ish,kesian sungguh mereka ni. Disebabkan perkara ni la,kelompok ni telah memperkenalkan konsep "Alter Ego" atau "Secret Identity". Yela, dah kelompok ni terlampau wanted,so terpaksa la menyamar. Nasib baik kulit diorang ni putis2,boleh la menyamar jadi Mat Salleh dekat mana-mana pun. Korang semua mesti tau cerita Superman kan? Ala mamat yang badan tegap,lepas tu pakai seluar dalam dekat luar tu. Ha,kelompok ni la yang cipta watak ni,diinspirasikan dari perjalanan hidup diorang sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermula dengan keagungan,menempuhi satu era yang agak susah then tiba2,bangkit. Biasa la,bila dah naik,mula la lupa diri. Lupa pada Pencipta, lupa pada utusan-Nya &amp;amp; lupa pada janjinya. Kelompok ni masa tu tengah bertebaran dekat seluruh pelusuk dunia ni. Dekat Rusia,England,Perancis,Austria,Hungary dan lain-lain negara yang gua pun tak tau wujud ke tak. Dalam keadaan tak ada negara sendiri ni pun, kelompok ni boleh berjaya tau. Contohnya, dekat Poland,pernah 1 masa separuh dari ahli Parlimen negara ni adalah dari kelompok ni. Sampai la ke 1 masa, diorang ingat tiba la masanya untuk pulang ke tanah yang dikatakan telah Tuhan janjikan untuk diorang. Gua pun tak berapa pasti, betul ke benda tu ade tertulis dalam kitab diorang. Idea untuk menyatukan kelompok ni di bawah 1 bumbung telah dicanang oleh Theodor Herzl,seorang peguam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4yBTvUJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5VTGm3udM6Y/s1600/Herzl-balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477424741296853138" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4yBTvUJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5VTGm3udM6Y/s320/Herzl-balcony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodor Herzl. Renungan yang 1 hari nanti akan mengorbankan jutaan nyawa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka tercipta la sebuah negara yang terbentuk dengan merampas tanah milik Palestin. Israel,sedap sungguh nama negara ni. Sedap macam air Vanilla Coke yang gua tengah minum sambil buat post ni. Of course la, bila orang ambil lu punya barang, mesti la lu marah kan? So, Palestin pun marah la dekat kelompok ni. Dah berkurun-kurun lamanya konflik ni berlarutan, tak habis-habis jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4xm3wuLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ErkpefNglZc/s1600/Declaration_of_State_of_Israel_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477424734200182962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4xm3wuLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ErkpefNglZc/s320/Declaration_of_State_of_Israel_1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel dilahirkan secara "rasmi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjuta-juta orang tak berdosa jadi mangsa, mostly rakyat Palestin. So, banyak la badan2 kebajikan ditubuhkan, nak membantu golongan yang kesusahan ni la gamaknye. Semalam, Lifeline4Gaza, satu badan sukarela ni hantar la 1 kapal nak bagi bantuan kemanusiaan dekat Semenanjung Gaza. Dalam kapal tu, ada beberapa orang rakyat Malaysia, which is rakyat gua nye negara tercinta la. Tiba2,punya la lahabau kelompok ni,diorang boleh pergi bom kapal tu. Lu dah la banyak kasi susah sama itu Palestin,satu dunia dok kutuk. Sekarang bila orang nak bagi bantuan dekat depa, lu tak payah la nak jelez bai! Patut la Tuhan tak lantik Rasul terakhir dari kelompok korang, ate begini kome nye perangai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4xQav6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8P8KauKLtfU/s1600/1_742177779l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477424728172915266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4xQav6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8P8KauKLtfU/s320/1_742177779l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas serangan dilakukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4w0-bP2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/26pgy_CaAYk/s1600/398px-Mark_Zuckerberg_CEO_Facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477424720806362978" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4w0-bP2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/26pgy_CaAYk/s320/398px-Mark_Zuckerberg_CEO_Facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang semua kenal tak mamat dekat atas ni? Mamat ni sekarang dah kaya bai,the Youngest Self-made Billionaire in the world. Dia ni ade cipta satu laman sosial,ala yang korang dok o9 tiap malam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat ni pun datang dari kelompok ni jugak. Ha kan gua dah cakap,kelompok ni sangat berjaya. Tengok poster dekat bawah ni pula. Ketiga-tiga pelakon utamanya semua dari kelompok ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4wT-NWoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VZFHnDahgYw/s1600/Iron_Man_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477424711947082370" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4wT-NWoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VZFHnDahgYw/s320/Iron_Man_2_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua malam ni tengok laman sosial yang mamat hensem kat atas tu buat,banyah sungguh orang dok buat status,komen mengkritik kelompok ni. Tapi gua terfikir jugak, macam mana kita nak lawan kelompok ni,sedangkan kita secara direct or indirectly masih bergantung pada diorang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua dah tak tau apa nak cakap,benda ni dah terlalu lama berlarutan,tapi langsung tak ada apa2 tindakan. Balik2, kelompok ni jugak yang menang..... pasal tu la gua respek gila dengan kelompok ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, wasalam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-261322732117676708?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/261322732117676708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=261322732117676708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/261322732117676708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/261322732117676708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/kelompok-itu.html' title='kelompok itu.......'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAO4yBTvUJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5VTGm3udM6Y/s72-c/Herzl-balcony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-5719047262241042110</id><published>2010-05-29T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:37:34.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>akak Lemi Arip kahwin da~</title><content type='html'>Musim cuti. Musim di mana begitu banyak pasangan mempelai dua sejoli akan mengikat tali penyatuan hidup. Dalam bahasa warung nye, kahwin. Gua dari zaman gua bujang,hinggalah sekarang di mana gua masih bujang,cukup suka pergi majlis2 Walimatul-Urus ni. Bapak gua pulak memang selalu dapat jemputan, so gua memang akan tumpang sekaki,kadang2 dua-tiga kaki pun ada. Semalam gua datang majlis kahwin Dr Siti Nur Farhana binti Arif, kakak kepada Hilmi bin Arif,one of my 0307 brothers. Majlis ni diadakan di sebuah dewan sebelah Kompelks Belia dan Kebudayaan , Seksyen 7. Tempat gua pernah ambik exam masa time asasi kat UiTM dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjQ9ttUyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iHIEJOZA7Jc/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476908502442922786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjQ9ttUyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iHIEJOZA7Jc/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni la tempatnya, Dewan Raja Muda Musa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua sampai awal gak,dalam pukul 11.30. Satu benda yang gua respek gila la dengan majlis ni, diorang tak buat terlampau fancy. Simple2 saja. Tak ada la membazir sangat. Tapi yang datang masa tu ramai jugak orang kenamaan, ye la, ayah member gua ni doktor kan. Anak dia yang kahwin pun doktor jugak. Gua mula2 makan memang agak cover la. Mak bapak gua ada sebelah kan. Tak kan nak melantak macam orang kebulur. Dalam pukul 12,kami balik. Tapi gua balik rumah kejap saja,pasal gua nak datang sini balik,lepak dengan Lemi kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipendekkan cerita,gua sampai balik sini. Lemi cakap, Pari ada exam,so tak dapat datang. Ingat dapat la jumpa dia jugak. Gua je la budak koleq yang datang majlis ni,member2 lain ramai yang dah balik kampung,tak pun., dah ada dekat seberang laut. Memandangkan mak &amp;amp; ayah gua dah tiada di sisi, so gua pun mengatur langkah,kembali beratur di kaunter makanan untuk satu lagi pusingan melantak. Sambil makan,gua borak2 la dengan si Lemi ni, dah dekat 2 tahun lebih tak jumpa. Dia plan nak buat Reunion batch, tapi gua rasa macam susah sikit la,budak2 pun dah ramai ada hala tuju masing2. Ape2 pun, gua sokong je plan2 macam ni,bile lagi nak buat pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjQcEOXVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3OOezXCDeM8/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476908493410557266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjQcEOXVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3OOezXCDeM8/s320/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasangan yang diraikan. Tema majlis : Ungu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjP8C5hdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RscCZ3aPTC0/s1600/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476908484815062482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjP8C5hdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RscCZ3aPTC0/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemi Arip. Sian member gua ni, semalaman tak tidur. Lu memang adik yang baik la bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjPZQvxTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N-gC_PVGvGE/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476908475477902642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjPZQvxTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/N-gC_PVGvGE/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyang lepas melantak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjOxsJ4DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CEbp8mbwlgg/s1600/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476908464855441458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjOxsJ4DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CEbp8mbwlgg/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua dok apit saja, belum boleh dok pelamin lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pukul 5, gua pun berangkat pulang. Hai susah jugak kahwin ni rupanya. Persiapan dari segala aspek kena ambik kira. Gua bila tengok gambar yang dekat atas ni,gua terfikir...bila la gua pulak nak bersanding ni?? hahaha....sabar saja la. Habiskan belajar,kumpul duit, make sure bersedia betul2, then baru la kahwin. Gua dulu ingat benda ni macam suka2 saja. Tapi bukan bai,kahwin ni bukan setakat kepuasan Batin semata-mata,tapi nak jaga anak orang,lepas tu jaga anak sendiri nanti. Adoi,berat betul. Takpe2,my day will come. InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemi Arip,kalau lu baca post ni, gua nak cakap thanx coz masih ingat kat gua...luv u man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-5719047262241042110?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5719047262241042110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=5719047262241042110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/5719047262241042110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/5719047262241042110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/akak-lemi-arip-kahwin-da.html' title='akak Lemi Arip kahwin da~'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/TAHjQ9ttUyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iHIEJOZA7Jc/s72-c/IMG_1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6388822521898301646</id><published>2010-05-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:23:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beringat lepas kena</title><content type='html'>Gua pun tak tau la macam mana boleh kantoi. Selama ni gua bawak rilek saja. Tak ada apa-apa pun. Tiba-tiba pada satu pagi yang hening lagi tenang ni, gua telah mendapat sepucuk surat yang agak membuatkan gua goyang 1 badan. Surat dari PDRM.....alamak,setau gua,gua ni bukan nya along Bukit Beruntung ke,taiko pukul budak ke,jauh sekali pembekal Morfin ,Syabu atau Heroin yang bertauliah. So gua pun merasa sangsi,apakah onar yang telah gua buat di muka bumi ini sehinggakan pihak polis berkesempatan menulis sepucuk surat cinta kepada gua? Tak kan nak letak gua under ISA kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh rasa musykil , gua pun buka la surat tu. Gua tengok sekali lalu saja,gua nampak ayat-ayat seperti "No Pendaftaran Kereta", "Had Laju Yang Dilanggar" dan yang paling gua rasa down sekali "Kompaun Perlu Dibayar". Adoi gua dah kena saman la. Gua mati2 ingat gua akan kena hantar pergi Kamunting tadi. Setelah meneliti surat tersebut,gua dapati yang tempat kesalahan gua ialah di Highway Kajang/Hulu Langat. Baru gua ingat,masa tu gua on the way balik dari rumah nak ke Bangi. Gua masa tu memang speeding kaw2 punye la,ye la kan, si dia sedang menunggu di sana. Dia pun tak habis2 tanya bila nak balik Bangi,padahal baru 2 hari rasanya. Rindu tahap cipan bai! So tanpa mementingkan apa2 yang bakal menimpa,gua hentam la speeding sampai 180km/J. Gua tak tipu ni bai,gua cakap betul. Ha ni la tabiat makhluk bernama manusia. Salah sendiri,nak salahkan orang lain. Sayang,jangan takut ye,bukan salah sayang,salah kita...hehehehehe~. Masalahnya,kalau tak rindu dia pun,gua memang hentam bawak laju2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliff : Mak,pinjam RM300 boleh tak?&lt;br /&gt;Mak : Buat ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aliff : Ni ha,aliff kena saman la mak. Esok nak pi bayar kat trafik. Poket kering la plak (muka sengih cam kerang busuk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mak : Hish kau ni. Esok mak bagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Demikianlah dialog ayat-mengayat antara gua dengan mak gua. Dia ni baik sikit. Kalau bapak gua,silap2 boleh kena pelangkung masa tu jugak. Kena pulak minggu ni mood dia agak tak baik, yela ,management banyak delegate kerja dekat dia,so bertambah lah letih. Nasib baik la ada anak Mithali macam gua ni,bolehlah diharap sikit. Ni pun gua tak tipu ye..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gua pun pergilah bayar saman tu dekat Balai Polis Cawangan Trafik Klang. Masa nak bayar saman tu, berlakulah dialog berikut antara gua dengan akak kaunter saman(AKS) tu : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aliff : Kak,saman ni tak boleh kurang ke kak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AKS : Kurang macam mana tu dik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aliff : Ala.macam kasi diskaun kat jualan murah tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AKS : Hmm,jadi RM 150,boleh la. Asalnya tak boleh,tapi akak suka la tengok muka adik ni. Ala-ala Orlando Bloom + Robert Pattinson. So akak kurangkan setengah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aliff : Ala akak ni. Saya dah tau benda tu lama dah. Terima kasih ye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK2 , kat atas tu gua ada menipu sikit. Menipu sikit saja, tak banyak eh..So gua pun bayarlah saman tu. Lega gila hati gua bai,dapat simpan lagi setengah tu, buat joli!! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_3iNJIgjmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/67Joii0ehVU/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475781437370175074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_3iNJIgjmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/67Joii0ehVU/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resit saman gua. Kalau kantoi dengan bapak gua,habis la gua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua agak tension la,pasal ni 1st time gua kena saman trafik. Dah berapa kali guna Highway,tiba2 kena pulak masa ni. Bukan ape bai,gua ni tak reti bawak kereta slow2,mesti laju2 nye...Cuba kalian semua fikir sejenak,kalau kereta korang macam kat bawah ni,boleh ke bawak2 slow2??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_3iMaBrp-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FpUHmKE27T0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475781424725075938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_3iMaBrp-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FpUHmKE27T0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua nye kereta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK2 yang ni memang gua kelentong. Kereta gua bukan macam kat atas,lain. Tapi lebih kurang la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka selepas kena saman ni pun, gua berazam untuk tak bawak pacuan empat roda laju2 lagi. Gua nak guna lane kiri saje sekarang. Gua tak bagitau lagi bapak gua,dah la baru lepas bertegang urat dengan dia ni. Nak buat macam mana,gua pun banyak buat celaka dulu, sampai sekarang dia tak habis fikir yang bukan2 pasal gua. Padan muka empunya diri ini. Tapi gua agak panas la, sape yang dok bawak mulut,kata gua buat benda ni? Gua sikit punya baik sekarang ni pun,boleh kena bahan itu-ini. @#$%$ betul la. Nanti mood dia dak OK,gua bagitau. Gua dah la tengah pokai ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian,wasalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6388822521898301646?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6388822521898301646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6388822521898301646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6388822521898301646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6388822521898301646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/beringat-lepas-kena.html' title='beringat lepas kena'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_3iNJIgjmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/67Joii0ehVU/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1309431849837899502</id><published>2010-05-26T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:40:54.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so long #2...</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning as usual, feeling lazy, sleepy and all kinds of stuff that a boy would feel upon waking up. Luckily she text me a message, feels good to know that someone is always thinking of you, someone far that is. Well, I opened my lappy, just to go online after my Subuh prayers. Then, I noticed something that attracts my intention for awhile. Its regarding one of my most favourite band of all time, the Iowa-based metal outfit Slipknot. "Paul Gray dies at 38". Just for the record, Paul Gray is the bassist.&lt;br /&gt;Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zckpcsC8I/AAAAAAAAAII/M-Kf8GNfNm0/s1600/Slipknot5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475493769135262658" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zckpcsC8I/AAAAAAAAAII/M-Kf8GNfNm0/s320/Slipknot5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipknot, on their heir days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported that the deceased was found dead in a hotel room at his hometown of Urbandale, Iowa, leaving behind a wife whose expecting their first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Slipknot for quite awhile now. Well,since I was 14 to be honest. With their notorious, yet unorthodox appearance(every member of the band wore mask), mix with heavy guitar riffs and double-pedal drums in their music, their songs quickly gained recognition from all over the world,especiall Metal Heads like me. Almost every night I would borrow any of my friends Walkman and listen to their CD's. God it was just so awesome to bang you head right before "Lights-Off"! I never get tired or boring when it comes to their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nominated for seven Grammy Awards for the time being,they manage to actually won one of those in 2006. Something that is quite unique about the band is that every members has its own number,starting from #0 to #8, with the deceased on #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zckF_yFSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VQaD5pO7hBU/s1600/paul-gray-slipknot-unmasked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475493759618782498" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zckF_yFSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VQaD5pO7hBU/s320/paul-gray-slipknot-unmasked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zcj1xIfnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kvpmCdXI5zA/s1600/1_575013910l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475493755262369394" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zcj1xIfnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kvpmCdXI5zA/s320/1_575013910l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its just tragic. This band is going through such a successful period in their illustrious music career. Then, one of them died. Slipknot will never be the same again. Whether they manage to find a better bassist than Paul or not, their music might slightly differ from their previous. Just want to give Paul a last tribute. A reminscence, thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zcjvpwIII/AAAAAAAAAHw/GG2X1RO__RM/s1600/1_439395347l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475493753620799618" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zcjvpwIII/AAAAAAAAAHw/GG2X1RO__RM/s320/1_439395347l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Paul Gray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1972-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1309431849837899502?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1309431849837899502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1309431849837899502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1309431849837899502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1309431849837899502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-long-2.html' title='so long #2...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_zckpcsC8I/AAAAAAAAAII/M-Kf8GNfNm0/s72-c/Slipknot5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-785398209182494822</id><published>2010-05-23T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T06:20:36.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>di mana segalanya bermula</title><content type='html'>Gua nak post something yang memang agak kontra dengan background page gua ni. Lu olang kalau nak gebang cakap gua ni mat jiwang, tangkap leleh la.....go on,gua tak kisah. Gua tiba-tiba rasa 1 macam la hari ni. Sejak malam semalam lagi sebenarnya. Time Zafran ajak gua pergi Seksyen 13 semalam gua mula rasa pelik. Gua ingat nak buat "treatment" kat situ, tapi dah penuh. Punya la lama gua dok bermeditasi dan berkonsultasi dengan diri sendiri,apakah angkara gua jadi sebegini, malam ni baru gua perasan. Minda gua pun kembali ke 1 kejadian yang berlaku betul-betul 3 bulan lepas.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa tu gua tengah training Legal Theater Batch ke-25 FUU. Training dekat PUSANIKA. Masa tu baru lepas cuti,kalau gua tak silap la. Gua masa tu sedang dalam satu "proses peralihan" yang besar dalam hidup gua,dalam proses la, belum konfem lagi. Untuk tau ape,nantikan jawapannya jap lagi. Sabar ye. Dia masa tu tengah ade ko-k Tarian Moden dekat DECTAR. Gua bajet nak jumpa dia kejap. Time gua tengah training teater tu,dia cakap kat gua yang dia nak makan dekat Kolej Tun Hussein Onn dulu. Gua masa tu memang dah panas la,awat teater ni lambat sangat habis!!??? Habis je,gua oun gerak la ke sana. Sampai2 je,dia cakap dia dah nak balik. Aduyai memang nasib badan gua la. Gua dengan Rifhan masa tu. Habis saja makan,masa tu dah dekat pukul 12 malam dah rasanya. Gua pun ingat nak chow balik kolej. Keluar2 saja KTHO, gua nampak 2 orang cikaro tengah dok tunggu bas kat depan tu. Gua dengan Rifhan bajet nak kacau la jap. Stop saja kereta gua depan diorang,gua rasa macam kenal la pulak makhluk Tuhan berdua ni. Sorang tu Ein,sorang lagi tu....................................................................(drum roll please)&lt;br /&gt;DIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang nasib gua masih baik lagi la masa tu. Gua hantar Rifhan dulu. Then nak hantar la dua orang Mak Datin ni balik KKM. Sampai depan tu, Ein buat 1 benda yang memang gua hargai sampai sekarang. Dia keluar nak balik bilik,tapi tak bagi dia ikut sekali. Gua pun apa lagi, memang pucuk dicita, ulam mendatang. HAHAHAHA!! Gua pun bawak la dia ni pusing2 satu UKM kejap. Borak2,luahkan perasaan sikit,berkongsi pendapat,menjana idea2 baru dan berbincang secara intelektual. Sampai lebih kurang pukul 12.30 kot,gua hantar dia balik. Sebelum dia keluar tu, gua tanya dia `1 soalan yang tak pernah gua tanya kat cikaro2 lain yang pernah gua jumpa sebelum ni. Soalan yang mungkin merubah hidup gua selama-lamanya. Soalan yang gua tak menyesal untuk tanya. Soalan yang gua rasa, lu boleh fikir sendiri ape dia,gua malas (malu..:)) nak cakap......hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pukul 12 malam ni,gua nak post sesuatu kat page dia. It's been 3 months now, and I will strongly hesitate to look behind....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-785398209182494822?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/785398209182494822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=785398209182494822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/785398209182494822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/785398209182494822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/di-mana-segalanya-bermula.html' title='di mana segalanya bermula'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-5144985748169970798</id><published>2010-05-19T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:51:17.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beringat sebelum kena</title><content type='html'>Aduyai gua cukup tak faham la dengan dunia zaman sekarang ni. Nak kata tak tau pasal nikah-kahwin,tapi dah pun ada bini. Nak kata tak berapa tinggi belajar, tapi Ahli Parlimen. Ni la yang terjadi kepada seorang ahli Parlimen dari Malaysia Timur ni. Dia ni kalau lu orang ada perasan la, sejak sidang Parlimem yang pertama lepas PRU 12 lagi dah mula menunjukkan "kredibilti" dia sebagai seorang yang sangat lantang bersuara. Kome bayangkan la sendiri,baru sesi pertama bai,dia dah boleh keluarkan macam-macam ayat lantang kat seorang ahli Parlimen Pembangkang ni. Dah la masa tu tengah Tsunami Politik kat Malaysia,di mana Pembangkang telah berjaya menidakkan majoriti 2/3 oleh Kerajaan. Maybe pasal masa tu Kerajaan dah goyah, so bangkit la beberapa hero baru yang bersuara lantang,dalam Parlimen je la pun. Maklumlah ade imuniti bawah Perlembagaan Persekutuan. Beliau ni setau gua juz ahli Parlimen je,tak pegang ape2 portfolio pun dalam Kabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelmarin, gua tersangat lah terkejut bila nampak muka beliau terpampang besar di halaman Malaysiakini.Com. Tajuknya ialah beliau dan isteri kedua belia, ya, isteri kedua , telah didenda oleh Mahkamah Rendah Syariah Gombak Timur. Hukuman ke atas beliau ialah penjara sebulan dan denda RM 1000 pasal nikah tanpa kebenaran. Tu sikit lagi bai, dia mungkin jugak dihukum&lt;br /&gt;penjara 6 bulan lagi kalau tak dapat bayar denda ni. Adik-beradik pelakon ni pun kena denda jugak,RM 1000 pasal bersubahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473212970944343634" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_TCMuEyrlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mFD7HihqLY8/s320/1_439395347l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kome2 sekalian mesti kenal kan pelakon ni? Dia ni la adik ipar ahli Parlimen ni yang kena denda jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473212468034875298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_TBvcl1L6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/slI5mD_LuPQ/s320/1_439395347l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amli Embong, peguam tertuduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik la semua tertuduh ni cepat failkan rayuan atas bantuan peguam diorang ni la. Alasan dia simple je bai, takut ahli Parlimen ni hilang kerja, itu saja. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_TBu_hlnZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CyWag3CfYM8/s1600/26b5935e38b71fb34d5459bdd2a71add.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473212460232449426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_TBu_hlnZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CyWag3CfYM8/s320/26b5935e38b71fb34d5459bdd2a71add.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ni lah pasangan merpati dua sejoli yang diceritakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diorang ni sangat2 bernasib baik , pasal hakim Wan Mahyuddin Wan Muhammad ambil kira status dia ni sebagai tokoh masyarakat. Kalau orang biasa,memang habis la. Nasib baik kena sebulan penjara saja, kalau kena 2 tahun atau lebih dan tak boleh jadi ahli Parlimen. Tak pasal-pasal kena buat Pilihan Raya Kecil sekali lagi. Tak ke menyusahkan rakyat namanya tu? Hari tu, kalau gua tak silap la,time pembentangan bajet, beliau ni la antara ahli Parlimen yang tak hadir masa tu. Nasib2 saja Kerajaan dapat luluskan Bajet tu, kalau tak, dah kena Pilihan Raya balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua rasa la,kalau dah jadi wakil rakyat tu, separuh kehidupan adalah untuk rakyat. So, kena fikir la ape2 yang dibuat. Tengok macam kes ni, kahwin tak ikut prosedur punya pasal, dah kena turun-naik mahkamah selalu. Kebajikkan rakyat kat tempat beliau, for sure la terbiar. Dalam Parlimen bukan main,kalau berdebat atau bersuara, kalah PM. YDP Dewan Rakyat pun tak tentu arah dibuatnya. Last2 benda simple pasal peraturan nak berpoligami pun tak tau ke? Setiap negeri ada Enakmen Syariah masing-masing,baik Sivil atau Jenayah. Ikut je la, bukan susah pun. Kena pulak diri tu ahli Parlimen, badan Legislatif @ Perundangan tertinggi kat Malaysia. Yang lagi gua tak boleh lah bai,bila diminta bagi ulasan sikit beliau boleh cakap "saya pun tidak tahu perasaan saya" BAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Wei cakap je la minta maaf pada rakyat kat tempat beliau , kan senang? Bapak cover macho nye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum gua melabuhkan tirai, gua memang tak boleh tahan nak gelak la bile kes ni keluar dalm berita. Hopefully semua tertuduh dapat diringankan hukuman. Kalau lu olang mau baca lebih lanjut pasal berita ni, cek kat bawah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/132145"&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/132145&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/132187"&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/132187&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian , Wasalam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-5144985748169970798?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/5144985748169970798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=5144985748169970798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/5144985748169970798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/5144985748169970798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/beringat-sebelum-kena.html' title='beringat sebelum kena'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_TCMuEyrlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mFD7HihqLY8/s72-c/1_439395347l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1382787950288068433</id><published>2010-05-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:40:20.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sebuah mimpi ngeri di jalan Elm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_QGZ1EEbDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9QFgYBqOMf8/s1600/nightmare-elm-st-poster-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473006487972637746" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_QGZ1EEbDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9QFgYBqOMf8/s320/nightmare-elm-st-poster-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi , gua dan adik gua telah mengembara ke Jaya Jusco Bukit Tinggi untuk menonton Panggung Wayang Gambar , atau pun dalam bahasa Inggeris nye, Pawagam.  Kali ni kitorang malas nak tengok midnite, so kitorang gerak awal. Mula2 bajet nak tengok KickAss,tapi cerita tu dah habis. So gua pun bagi la cadangan nak tengok cerita yang bertajuk A Nightmare On Elm Street. Cerita ni sebenarnya lebih pada sebuah re-make pasal cerita ni mula2 keluar tahun 1984. Gua pun tak lahir lagi masa tu. Mak bapak gua jangan kan kahwin,kapel pun belum lagi masa tu. Kitorang nak gak tau,ape lainnya versi tahun 2010 ni dengan versi2 lama yang gua pernah tengok kat saluran Astro 413 Star Movies. Tiket kami adalah seperti di bawah : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_QGZpOwn3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jt7HQ_VCARY/s1600/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473006484796252018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_QGZpOwn3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/jt7HQ_VCARY/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukul 3 petang. Kitorang sampai pukul 1.30. So kena la tunggu sampai pukul 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam menunggu cerita kami ni start,kami tiba-tiba terasa satu perasaan yang sangat aneh timbul pada seluruh pelusuk perut kami. Perasaan ini kalau tak silap gua,namanya LAPAR. Ye, LAPAR. Kitorang pun pi la makan2 sat. Tengah2 syok makan tiba-tiba gua nampak seorang budak yang gua rasa gua kenal. Nikname minah ni adalah hampir sama dengan sejenis sayur yang mak gua selalu beli kat market. Laa...Sarina Alwi @ Sawi rupanya. Lama gila tak nampak dia ni. Makin "hensem" la plak. hehehe~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipendekkan cerita,movie pun start. Ha ni 1 benda sengal yang gua buat time tengok movie ni. Gua boleh pulak dok layan SMS dengan si dia. Nasib baik tak ada orang marah. Adoi rindu punya pasal,jangankan wayang,kat jamban pun boleh chat dengan dia. hmm miss her so much.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha tengok rindu punya pasal gua dah menyimpang. So kami adik-beradik pun tengok la cerita ni. Watak jahat cerita ni, tak lain tak bukan ialah Freddy Krueger,seorang lelaki yang telah dibunuh oleh sekumpulan ibu-bapa yang tak puas hati dengan mamat ni. Dia ni ada buat penderaan fizikal &amp;amp; seksual kat anak-anak depa ni..so parents diorang tak puas hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan yang boleh gua &amp;amp; adik gua buat ialah akar cerita ni dengan versi lama arahan Wes Craven adalah sama. Yang nampak berbeza pun ialah pada watak Freddy Krueger tu sendiri,di mana watak ni dah tak dilakonkan oleh Robert Englund lagi. Tapi diberikan kepada seorang pelakon baru,iaitu Jackie Earl Haley. Selain tu gak, gua perasan make-up kat muka Freddy lain dari dulu. Make-up sekarang ni lebih menonjolkan yang dia ni asalnya mati pasal dibakar. And kalau korang dah tengok cerita, korang maybe perasan yang pipi kiri Freddy ni cam berlubang. Ini dia guna teknik CGI,sesuatu yang kalau tak silap gua, belum wujud di era 80-an. Nampak la sikit yang franchise cerita ni dah makin maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ni memang tipikal slasher fil dari USA la. Kalau kome2 sekalian pernah tengok Final Destination, Halloween, atau I Know What U Did Last Summer,lebih kurang cam tu la cerita ni. Just ada elemen2 fantasi je. Pelakon2 cerita ni pun gua ramai tak kenal. OK la,tak ada la rasa rugi sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kome2 di luar sana,kalau nak tengok cerita ni,silakan. Gua tak mau halang,tapi kalau tak korang rasa tak best,jangan nak marah gua pulak,gua tak suruh pun pi tengok.&lt;br /&gt;Sekian,Wasalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1382787950288068433?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1382787950288068433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1382787950288068433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1382787950288068433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1382787950288068433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/sebuah-mimpi-ngeri-di-jalan-elm.html' title='sebuah mimpi ngeri di jalan Elm'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_QGZ1EEbDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9QFgYBqOMf8/s72-c/nightmare-elm-st-poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4376993370224889077</id><published>2010-05-17T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:17:31.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uptown boy</title><content type='html'>Balik saja gua dari Bangi, gua pun bajet nak rilek kejap. Petang tu saja,tiba-tiba Syaqif roger gua ajak pergi Uptown Shah Alam. Gua mula-mula cam malas nak pergi,gua tau kalau pergi tempat ni konfem mengalir nye kepingan2 berwarna hijau,merah dan biru keluar dari poket gua yang tak berapa nak penuh ni. Tapi dengan macho nya gua pergi gak. Nasib baik bapak gua bagi sikit duit poket. Sampai2 je kitorang dok makan jap sambil tengok Thomas Cup. Boleh pulak kalah dengan Jepun malam tu. Hampeh sungguh palyer Malaysia. Dari gua tengok diorang main badminton,baik gua pi shopping,lagi baik. Yang sebenarnya Syaqif nak beli kasut,dia ajak gua teman dia. Gua pun usha kiri-kanan....dan...terjumpa kedai yang gua memang tak boleh tak masuk. Kedai yang jual baju-baju yang sangat masyuk dengan kepala otak gua dan sanubari gua. Gua tengok2 mana yang berkenan. Kalau ikut hati,memang gua sebat 1 kedai,tapi apakan daya , diriku insan hina, tidak berduit tidak berapa-apa. Lantas gua angkat la dua helai baju yang gua rasa sangat mempunyai nilai estetika yang tingi serta penuh dengan kesenian yang tidak terkata. Ni la dia baju tersebut :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyrpzZ0zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rGowPHaGG30/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472210747769082674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyrpzZ0zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rGowPHaGG30/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amacam?? Hensem tak mamat kat depan baju gua tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyrNMRP-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/qIUSrH_xdSc/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472210740088750050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyrNMRP-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/qIUSrH_xdSc/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni nama kugiran kesukaan gua..best tahap cipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_Eyq-BNMoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZkRXQZR_sJg/s1600/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472210736015815298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_Eyq-BNMoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZkRXQZR_sJg/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah,sori tau. Aliff dok guna bilik abah buat photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyqZ8T5vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YASo2cgfw_0/s1600/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472210726331606770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyqZ8T5vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YASo2cgfw_0/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawa tak baju aliff, abah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis je lepak uptown, Syaqif ajak gua lepak umah sewa dia jap. Biasa je la,dia dok situ dengan Hilmi,Lan2,Hafiz,Mago,Abe,Syeqal , &amp;amp; Nas. Dekat2 dengan area Padang Jawa. Seorang bayar RM120 sebulan. Lepak situ jap,kitorang pun balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya,gua pun tak tau ape yang tersimpul. Saja je nak buat post ni....kalau lu orang rasa nak baca,baca je la...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 benda je gua tau...I MISS HER!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4376993370224889077?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4376993370224889077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4376993370224889077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4376993370224889077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4376993370224889077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/uptown-boy.html' title='uptown boy'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S_EyrpzZ0zI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rGowPHaGG30/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4910004133971339794</id><published>2010-05-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:43:08.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gua pulang ke Bangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-q7vKkbMII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nwIB8yluF2s/s1600/IMG_1007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470391116360265858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-q7vKkbMII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nwIB8yluF2s/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gua dekat Antrax Studio,Bangi. Credits to Mr Afiq Sumeiyami for the guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah kenapa, sejak balik rumah ni, kerinduan gua terhadap bumi Bangi semakin memuncak-muncak. So, bertarikh 10 Mei, gua pun bergerak ke bumi Bangi. Bukan ape,gua boring bai duduk rumah. Sampai-sampai Bangi saja,gua terus masuk UKM. Ingat nak jumpa member2 kat situ la. Antara yang aku tau stay kat situ antaranya ialah Hafiz, Awie dengan Azriff. Diorang tak balik cuti pasal diorang sekretariat Pesta Konvokesyen. Ingat nak lepak dengan diorang, tapi diorang pulak sibuk. Gua sempat jumpa Awie kejap dekat Pusanika,tapi masa tu pun dia macam sibuk saja. Gua tak mau la kacau. Then gua pergi fakulti kesayangan gua, iaitu FUU, (bukan F**k U ye),tapi Fakulti Undang-Undang. Sunyi,sungguh sunyi. Kafe tutup,mesin air tak boleh guna. Hahahaha.. Gua masuk library kejap,saja nak baca paper. Gua terserempak dengan dua orang brother librarian yang sungguh kacak lagi ganas iaitu Abang Afiq &amp;amp; Abang Din Jibam. Diorang ajak gua pergi jamming malam tu. Diorang siap bagi list lagu lagi. Gua tak sure boleh pergi ke tak, so gua hold dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba gua teringat seorang member lama gua kat Koleq dulu. Anas Rosli. Ya,Anas study kat sini, kat KLIUC. Gua pun roger dia,ingat nak jumpa. Setting tempat, Mcdonald Bandar Baru Bangi,pukul 5 petang. Gua pun tiba la di situ,tapi lambat sikit,pasal hujan. Lepas order makanan,gua pun tunggu la si Anas ni. Tunggu punya tunggu,dia pun sampai. MasyaAllah!! Biaq betui hang ni,dah gemuk la ni!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Gua gelak kaw2 nye dengan dia masa tu. Kitorang pun borak-borak la,mengenang zaman-zaman indah dulu. Dia masa ni tengah gaduh dengan awek dia. HAHAHA. ta habis2 dok mesej awek dia time makan. Dia ajak gua pergi rumah sewa dia,gua pun tak pernah pergi lagi,so gua pergi la. Dekat Seksyen 9,Blok Cempaka Sari. Lawa jugak rumah sewa ni. Kat situ gua jumpa seorang lagu member lama gua,iaitu Nik Shahin. Memang reunion la kat sini. Shahin sekarang dah ada kereta sendiri bai,Proton Saga baru. Kacak la sial kau! HAHAHA. Diorang menyewa 4 orang dalam tu,tapi masa tu ade 3 je. Anas, Shahin dengan seorang lagi, Fariz nama dia. Malam tu gua pergi lepak dengan Anas dekat Alamanda. Dia ajak karaoke. Kitorang bantai 1 jam dekat situ,macam-macam lagu kitorang bantai. Tapi suara gua memang tak boleh nak disangkal la kemerduannya. Gua nyanyi lagu Sampai Hati,Yakinlah Aku Menjemputmu, Titian Perjalanan, Merindukanmu n ape entah lagi 1 lagu. Semua memang mantap la. Anas banyak nyanyi lagu Wings,dia cakap dia sakit tekak,pasal tu suara tak sampai. Yela Anas. HAHAHA. Anas bagitau gua,yang Zakba @ Jekbe @ Bone keje dekat sini,dekat Nando'. Masa tu Nando's dah tutup,so tak dapat la jumpa dia. Jekbe, gua janji,nanti bila2 masa gua mai Alamanda lagi,gua nka cari lu punya batang hidung,sekali dengan lubang2 nye sekali. Gua rindu sama lu doh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balik je dari Alamanda, gua pun pergi jamm dengan Abang Afiq n Abang Jibam. Dekat Antrax Studio,belakang Warta. Gua sampai lambat masa tu. Masuk2 saja,diorang dah main. Masa tu diorang baru nak main Dying In Your Arms, lagu dari band Trivium. Gua layan gila lagu ni so gua pun nyanyi. Antara lagu lain yang diorang main malam tu ialah Through Struggle,Cold,Unholy Confessions, Gunslinger &amp;amp; ade la lagi. Rata-rata nya lagu genre Thrash Metal &amp;amp; Metalcore. Memang gua punya kesukaan. Gua dah lama tak main lagu2 camni. Frankly speaking,gua tak berapa nak layan jiwang-jiwang @ indie2 ni. Gua suka muzik yang kacau,yang keras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-qpQ9S4-vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B8EJTXy5Lc8/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470370806191684338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-qpQ9S4-vI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B8EJTXy5Lc8/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Afiq tengah prepare nak main Dying In Your Arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-qpP2lJxhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AXonoN9xu6Y/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470370787209365010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-qpP2lJxhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/AXonoN9xu6Y/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq- Guitarist              Din Jibam-Drummer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, malam ni memang gua seronok tahap cipan. Lepas nyanyi lagu jiwang2 time karaoke,gua hentam nyanyi  metal pulak. Tak pernah gua dapat jamm dengan band yang betul2 satu kepala dengan gua. Lastly masa kat sekolah. TERBAEEK!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habis jamm, gua balik rumah sewa Anas. Gua teman Shahin keluar kejap gi 7-Eleven beli rokok. Gua telah diberi penghormatan untuk drive kereta dia.Mantap jugak Saga ni. Cuma pick-up kurang OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keesokkan paginya gua pun berangkat balik ke rumah. Diorang tengah buat Short- Sem, kelas stat pukul 11. Gua sedih gak nak berpisah  ni,ye la,dah dekat 3 tahun tak jumpa,last2 dapat jumpa kejap je. Next sem, gua lepak dengan korang lagi. So , tamatlah pengembaraan gua di bumi Bangi selama 2 hari. Lagi beberapa bulan, nak stat sem baru. TAK SABAR BAI!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aduyai, lamanya lagi nak tunggu cuti ni habis,gua dah rindu gila kat si dia ni..huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4910004133971339794?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4910004133971339794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4910004133971339794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4910004133971339794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4910004133971339794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/gua-pulang-ke-bangi.html' title='gua pulang ke Bangi'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-q7vKkbMII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nwIB8yluF2s/s72-c/IMG_1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6912618422684105548</id><published>2010-05-07T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:19:50.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aliff , ikmal , &amp; orang besi 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkGxQxwyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/V1K3w1boJ9E/s1600/IMG_1004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468605915000324898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkGxQxwyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/V1K3w1boJ9E/s320/IMG_1004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha kome2 sekalian tengok je gamba ka t atas ni mesti dah boleh agak gua pergi mana kan? Gua pergi tengok Orang Besi 2 ataupun dalam bahasa yang lebih mudah difahami, Iron Man 2. Gua lama dah bajet nak tengok cite ni. Iron Man yang mula2 tu best gak,pasal tu gua nak sangat tengok sekuel dia. Hari tu gua ajak si dia, tapi dia macam tak berapa nak masyuk. So balik2 saja rumah,gua pun berdiskusi dengan adik gua, bila mau tengok. Setting date dengan tempat mantap punya. Pukul 11.55 malam, Jaya Jusco Bukit Tinggi, Klang. Kitorang gerak dalam pukul 10 malam. Memang silap besar la pasal nak menunggu 1 jam lebih tu memang best sebenarnya. So,kami berdua pun buat la beberapa kerja yang tak sepatutnya dirakan &amp;amp; dan ditayang di media elektronik, tapi kami peduli ape,kami rakam gak. Destinasi kami adalah tandas awam yang disediakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkGXBIhnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wyWlp6-Kccs/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468605907955385970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkGXBIhnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wyWlp6-Kccs/s320/IMG_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape hensem,gua ke benda alah sebelah gua??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkF0mSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DAs3d5bWeb0/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468605898715976642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkF0mSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/DAs3d5bWeb0/s320/IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua tak tau bro gua tengah buat ape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkFSZRL2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/dVOzq2ZwEfU/s1600/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468605889534570338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkFSZRL2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/dVOzq2ZwEfU/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada benda terjatuh lak dalam mangkuk tu,..gua nak amek sat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkElz3HvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PR8J5lrjY78/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468605877566512882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkElz3HvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PR8J5lrjY78/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Aliff Abd Rani &amp;amp; Muhammad Ikmal Abd Rani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas sesi fotografi lucah dalam tandas, kami pun tengok la movie ni. Kesimpulannya , jalan cerita memang ada kelainan,efek pun dah bertambah. Tapi gua dapat rasa efek tu boleh lagi mantap la. Watak yang dilakonkan Mickey Rourke tu pun kurang menonjol. Apa2 pun gua nak ucap tahniah la pada ketiga-tiga pendukung utama filem ni iaitu Robert Downey JR.,Gwyneth Paltrow &amp;amp; Scarlet Johansson (tiga2 ni Yahudi,hmm??) pasal bawak watak masing2 dengan mantap. Gua malas nak bagi sinopsis cerita ni..kome2 google la sendiri kat internet. Tak pun,korang pergi je dekat TGV or GSC terdekat. Tengok je sendiri. Tak payah nak menysahkan rumah tangga orang ,bagi sinopsis kat korang. Sekian, sokonglah industri perfileman tempatan. Remember, by the original,not the local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6912618422684105548?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6912618422684105548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6912618422684105548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6912618422684105548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6912618422684105548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/aliff-ikmal-orang-besi-2.html' title='aliff , ikmal , &amp; orang besi 2'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S-RkGxQxwyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/V1K3w1boJ9E/s72-c/IMG_1004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7757668506403896519</id><published>2010-05-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:49:15.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..antara kerjaya,tanggungjawab dan kritikan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S97NWvTijJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uLqH85RBnd8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467032788213599378" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S97NWvTijJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uLqH85RBnd8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polis.....sebuah kerjaya yang wujud di hampir seluruh negara-negara di dunia. Tak kira sama ada yang sedang membangun,sedang maju, mahu pun yang tak maju-maju sampai sekarang. Di Malaysia, pasukan polis lebih dikenali sebagai Polis DiRaja Malaysia (PDRM). Mula beroperasi secara moden bermula pada tahun 1807, Dah ada 8 orang Ketua Polis Negara kesemuanya. Dah macam-macam kes berprofil tinggi seperti keganasan komunis dulu hinggalah sekecik kes orang hilang IC telah pun mereka tempuhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak dua menjak tiga menjak empat menjak dan bermenjak-menjak ni, banyak sangat pihak yang dah mula mempersoalkan kredibiliti badan beruniform ni. Banyak krisis dalaman yang tengah PDRM tempuhi sekarang. No wonder la banyak sangat kritikan yang diorang dapat. Tapi yang buat gua agak musykil @ pelik @ hairan @ tertanya-tanya sekarang,kenapa tugas yang mereka telah dipertanggungjawabkan kepada mereka pun nak jadi isu? Tak cukup ke , kena saman dengan polis kat highway pun nak melenting , nak cakap polis ni poyo la,bajet otai highway la,tugas diorang nak jaga keselamatan awam pun kadang2 orang nak persoal. Gua tau la beb,memang kadang2 saman-saman yang diorang bagi ni agak menjengkelkan,tapi nak buat camne,kalau tak buat,kata makan gaji buta. Kalau buat pulak,kata diorang strik sangat. Kepada semua Lahanat yang selalu kena saman then tak puas hati tu, lu tau tak bai,kat Singapura,sekali lu lawan je polis yang nak bagi saman kat lu,terus kena tahan under akta negara Singapura yang equivalent dengan ISA kat sini. Macam mana negara Seberang Tambak tu respek kerjaya polis ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti mana yang kalian semua tau, negara telah digemparkan dengan kematian seorang remaja lelaki bernama Amirulrasyid Amzah,yang dikatakan telah ditembak mati oleh polis ketika pacuan empat rodanya dikejar. Kritikan demi kritikan telah dilemparkan kepada PDRM, khususnya kepada Tan Sri Musa Hassan, Ketua Polis Negara. Ada yang sampai ke tahap suruh beliau letak jawatan. Mamat mana yang sarankan perkara ni pun gua tak tau la. Gua simpati dengan kematian remaja ni,seriously. Tapi, gua cukup tak puas ati la dengan cara sesetengah NGO yang dok kutuk2 polis ni. Fine la,kalau betul pun polis tu bunuh. Tapi fikir la balik,kenapa polis sampai ke tahap nak membunuh? Mana pergi parents remaja ni,umur baru 14/15 tahun dah bagi dia bawak kereta. Gua bukan nak berlagak la bai,tapi kalau ikut keadaan, gua sekolah rendah lagi gua dah boleh bawak kereta. Yang tinggal,bapak gua tak kasi,pasal dia takut jadi benda2 yang tak elok. Dalam kes macam ni, bagi gua,parents tu sendiri kena fikir,tindakan diorang ni bagi kebaikkan or keburukkan pada anak diorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S97NWXrE-aI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MjCTCVkHl30/s1600/26b5935e38b71fb34d5459bdd2a71add.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467032781869873570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S97NWXrE-aI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MjCTCVkHl30/s320/26b5935e38b71fb34d5459bdd2a71add.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahyarham Aminulrasyid Amzah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik pada PDRM, korang semua dok kutuk2,maki-hamun &amp;amp; krtik PDRM,korang tau tak kalau bukan pasal polis,negara ni sampai sekarang akan ada komunis,tau tak? Gua tengok,muka2 yang banyak kritik ni,semua nya macam pandai2 belaka. Mostly human rights lawyer. Tak kan la lawyer tak pass paper Sejarah pulak kan? Pasal jasa diorang la,negara kita ni aman,tak ikut fahaman Komunisme yang nak kesama-rataan yang melampau. Ada di kalangan diorang yang putus kaki,putus tangan,lumpuh 1 badan &amp;amp; macam2 lagi pasal nak jaga keselamatan negara ni masa Darurat dulu,boleh lak ada anak jahanam mana entak cakap "marilah kita bawa pulang Chin Peng ni balik sini". Wei lu tak kesian ke dengan diorang,pengorbanan diorang semata-mata untuk halau binatang tu keluar dari sini,korang boleh lak bajet Human Rights Activist , konon nak bawak balik dia sini. Mulia sungguh hati kalian....mulia cam taik!! Hari ni,seorang anggota polis, Sarjan Roslan Bachik, telah dilanggar dalam sebuah Road Block. Ha,mana pergi NGO,Human Rights Activist &amp;amp; yg sewaktu dengannya,pergi la hulurkan bantuan dekat dia ni. Bersusah payah Sarjan kita ni berpisah dengan keluarga semata-mata nak jaga lalu-lintas,tiba2 jadi macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang mesti ingat gua ni sokong polis tahap gaban nye kan? The truth is, memang gua sokong, pasal benda ni dah melampau sangat. Gua akui la, memang banyak kepincangan dalam PDRM sendiri. Skandal dan rasuah, for sure mesti ada. Gua tau la, memang ada sesetengah polis yang tak berapa nak dedikasi,buat kerja tak acuh,kasar sangat dan macam2 lagi. Tapi tak kan pasal Winston sebatang,rosak Dunhill satu kotak? Bagi la peluang pada Tan Sri Musa &amp;amp; Co. untuk setel benda ni baik2. Ada yang nak buat inkues &amp;amp; Suruhanjaya DiRaja,orait..fine. Janji keadilan dapat ditegakkan. Bukan dengan mengutuk PDRM,kritik tugas diorang dan lain2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua bukan apa bai,gua respek kerjaya polis ni. Ni la kerja yang dok bagi gua makan &amp;amp; belajar sejak gua kecik lagi. Gua sian tengok bapak gua. Dulu2, dia selalu kena panggil bertugas malam. Kadang2 tidur pun tak cukup. Itu pun dia sanggup hantar gua dengan adik gua pergi &amp;amp; balik sekolah. Nsib baik gua masuk asrama time sekolah menengah,ringan sikit beban dia. Gua pun sebenarnya ada simpan cita-cita nak jadi polis gak. Tapi ada beberapa obstacle la pulak :&lt;br /&gt;1. Gua maybe tak lepas tinggi&lt;br /&gt;2. Mak gua tak berapa berkenan&lt;br /&gt;3. "Si Dia" pun tak berapa berkenan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, gua harap sangat masyarakat dapat respect kerja polis. Fine kalau ada kepincangan dalam tugas diorang,banyak cara boleh setel. Bukan dengan suruh individu tertentu letak jawatan or buat kritika melampau tak tentu pasal. Polis pun manusia jugak,mesti ada buat silap. Tengok la dulu diri sendiri,baru salahkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada pegawai polis terhebat pernah gua jumpa dalam dunia ni, iaitu DSP Abd Rani bin Mohd Maydin,terima kasih atas jasa Abah kepada kami sekeluarga selama ini. We will always be behind u, Abah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7757668506403896519?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7757668506403896519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7757668506403896519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7757668506403896519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7757668506403896519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/polis.html' title='..antara kerjaya,tanggungjawab dan kritikan...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S97NWvTijJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uLqH85RBnd8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-9210732567962487577</id><published>2010-05-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T11:56:41.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bersama semula....</title><content type='html'>Gua hari ni  boring gila bai, tak tau apa nak buat. So, bagu menghilangkan keboringan ini, gua pun roger Jimie,ajak dia lepak Barra malam ni. Dia OK je,dia cakap nak ajak Gadut sekali. Orait gak,gua pun dah lama tak jumpa dia. Dipendekkan cerita,gua pu  sampai la kat Barra aproximately pukul 8.50 malam. Masa tu tengah match Liverpool vs Chelsea. Diorang tak nak terkejut pulak nampak gua,diorg cakap lepas 2 tahun gua makin kurus la,makin hensem la. Gua tau,tak payah bagitau pun tak pe. HAHAHAHAHAH! Adoi rindu gila kat korang,dapat gak akhirnya gua berborak dengan orang yang faham bahasa gua ni. Banyak gila cerita2 lama kitorang cerita balik malam tu. Antaranya :&lt;br /&gt;1. Tali gitar putus time nak dinner house.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gaduh dengan form 4&lt;br /&gt;3. Menyorok dengan warden&lt;br /&gt;4. Perkembangan batch sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni la topik yang agak menyentuh sanubari gua. Bukan apa, gua agak kecil hati la,pasal ramai member batch gua yang suka sangat buat grup2 atau klik2 sesama depa je. Ingat la sikit,kita ni 1 batch,dah keluar koleq pun jangan la sampai ke tahap nak berpecah-pecah. Gua ingat masa Form 1 dulu,Along pernah cakap,"UNITY IS STRENGTH". So,mana pergi unity ni sekarang? Gua malu la bai,tengok batch 0307 sekolah lain,specially budak STAR. Diorang tak kisah,kau ni dulu skem ke,otai ke,janji 1 batch..boleh je satu kepala. Batch gua,hampeh!! Nak sangat ikut geng dulu2. Fikir la sikit,macam mana kita nak organize Old Boy Weekend nanti kalau seekor2 pernagai macam ni? Lagi satu yang gua tak puas hati, burung2 @ form 4 baru batch gua. Wei lahanat,kalau lu baru masuk time form 4,tak payah la nak bajet bagus dengan kitorang yang dah lama ni. Bukan semua,sesetengah je la. Korang tau tak istilah "grey", "tar" dengan "common room" tu ape? Kalau tak tau,tak payah la nak kerek lebih2. Gua dengan member2 gua dah kena dah semua tu. Dulu kat koleq lu boleh la tunjuk kepala,sekarang kau dah tak ada backup,jangan la nak naik kepala. Gua,Gadut dengan Jimie memang sekepala dalam hal ni. Bukan apa,malu dengan batch2 senior yang betul2 unite. For example, batch 9903,tak habis2 buat reunion. Memang gua respek gila la dengan diorang ni,walaupu time 2003 dulu diorang ada buat kes yang buatkan koleq masuk paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedar2 je,match dah habis. Chelsea menang 2-0. Gadut tak nak happy lak. Kami bertiga pun kemudian disertai oleh beberapa orang rakan lama yang lain,iaitu Bacok,Ekal,Kapau dan sorang lagi mamat bukan budak koleq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BKGzKmcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ApQB9wwkL70/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466737902065719746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BKGzKmcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ApQB9wwkL70/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Aku,Bacok dengan Jimie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diorang pun sama,cakap gua makin kurus. Tak ape2,gua tau hakikat tu. Sambil borak2 tu,kami terfikir gak,bila lagi mau jamming? Ni la 1 benda yang jadi rutin mingguan kami dulu. Habis saja inspection,stret jamm. Memang best,tapi sekarang gua tau,dah tak akan dapat. Ramai member2 yang dah chow pergi seberang laut,ada yang dah lost contact,ada yang dah duduk U jauh sangat. Memang dah terpisah,tak tau la bila boleh buat reunion lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BJjwV02I/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6O5Z1T28UQ/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466737892658631522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BJjwV02I/AAAAAAAAAEw/k6O5Z1T28UQ/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebelum gua jumpa diorang ni,gua ada singgah UiTM kejap. Gua singgah dekat DC jap,tempat faveret budak2 untuk buat assignment,makan and most importantlt, dating.For me, the more things change,the more things stay the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BIzTzHOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lEYcRVZXk4c/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466737879654014178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BIzTzHOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lEYcRVZXk4c/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai contoh,benda alah kat atas ni. Dari dulu dah ada. Tak ubah2 pun.HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BIQsr8nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2yAXEXo_w_0/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466737870363161202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BIQsr8nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2yAXEXo_w_0/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha yang ni baru buat. Gua tak pernah tengok pun dulu time Asasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BIIx7UgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P0IwLqvxYio/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466737868237656578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BIIx7UgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P0IwLqvxYio/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni lagi 1 benda baru. Sebelah Kolej Terati. Dioarng cakap ni bangunan NR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam ni memang best. Dapat jumpa kawan2 lama yang gua dah anggap macam adik-beradik sendiri. Thanks Jimie,Gadut,Bacok,Ekal &amp;amp; Kapau pasal sudi lepak dengan gua malam ni. Next time kita hang-out lagi. Miss u guys,my brothers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : rindu si dia sangat2..2 bulan woo berpisah..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-9210732567962487577?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/9210732567962487577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=9210732567962487577' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/9210732567962487577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/9210732567962487577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/05/bersama-semula.html' title='bersama semula....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S93BKGzKmcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ApQB9wwkL70/s72-c/IMG_0986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7128112600891539264</id><published>2010-04-29T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:44:47.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gua masih di sini......</title><content type='html'>Exam dah pun habis. Hari Selasa lepas dah habis sebenarnya. Tapi gua malas nak balik awal-awal,ingat nak dok sini jap,lepak dengan member2 &amp;amp; of course, si dia. Mak dengan abah dekat rumah memang dah agak,gua tak kan terus balik,pasal memang tabiat gua dari dulu sampai sekarang,lepas habis exam saja, RONGGENG TIME!! Dulu gua nye tahap ronggeng agak teruk la,sampai tak balik rumah pun ada. Sekarang ni gua ok sikit la,merayau2 pun,tak la balik rumah lambat sangat. Bapak gua bagi ni pun bukan pasal apa,pasal dia tau yang gua still kat UKM,kalau bukan,jangan harap. Thanks Abah,pasal bagi stay sini jap,weekend ni aliff janji,aliff pulang kan kereta. HEHEHEHEHEHE!!! Sepanjang lepas exam ni, 1st tempat yang gua pergi ialah Sungai Gabai,Ulu Langat. Tempat air terjun yang sangat best. Gua pergi dengan Rifhan,Farid,Eddie,Hafiz,Daus,Kok Lanas,Awie &amp;amp; Azriff. Sumpah seronok tahap gaban!!!!! Sampaikan gua rasa nak demam je main kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokkan harinya,its time to lepak with her. Gua bawak si dia pergi Zoo Negara,dia yang nak sangat pergi situ. Ok la , gua pun dah lama tak pergi sana. Tengok dia seronok jalan ke hulu kehilir kat zoo tu macam budak2,seronok sangat. Malam tu,gua bawak dia pergi I-City, Shah Alam pulak. Kali ni, kami tak sendirina pasal Daniel n AnNur ada sekali. 2 kapel sekali pergi sana. Sini pun best gak, lagi2 dia punya pokok yang warna-warni tu. Sepanjang hari ni gua memang letih,tapi gua tak kisah, as long as she is smiling..heheh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya pulak,gua bawak dia pergi tengok midnite. Ceritnya , Ip Man. Sekali lagi,satu aktiviti yang sangat best pasal cerita dia memag syok. Pasal seorang tok guru Kung-Fu ni. Kalau nak tau cerita dia selanjutnya macam mana, datanglah ke mana-mana cawangan Grand Brilliance Cinema atau Tanjung Golden Village yang terdekat, beli tiket dan tontonlah sendiri. Ni blog , bukan ruangan sinopsis movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejam-celik,pejam-celik, esok gua dah nak chow. Happy tu memang la happy,pasal nak balik rumah,jumpa parents dan member2 lama. Tapi serius gua cakap,gua rasa sedih jugak la. Pasal nak berpisah dengan member2 kat sini,yang selalu teman gua study,yang selalu teman gua lepak Fariz malam2,yang selalu teman gua main PES. Dan semestinya,sedih pasal akan berpisah dengan dia , orang yang telah datang dalam hidup gua,dan buat gua tersenyum. Sayang,I promise, I will never forget you this whole holiday. 2-3 bulan saja berpisah,tapi gua akan rasa rindu gila kat korang. Rajin-rajin la YM,chat kat FB , or SMS gua,gua layan nye,dont worry. Hari isnin akan datang ni Syaqif ajak gua pergi Port Dickson, tapi gua rasa cam tak larat la,letih sangat dah. Sori la Syaqif,next time kita pergi ye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua letih gila sekarang ni,asyik tidur lambat je malam. Esok gua nak balik. Mak,abah,aliff nak balik esok,tak payah nak dok risau lagi. Bapak gua memang dah bajet gua tak kan dok diam sejak bawak kereta ni,pasal memang perangai gua sejak lepas SPM macam ni. Ye la abah,lusa aliff pulangkan kereta ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, gua dah jadi 2nd year student bai!!!!! HAHAHA..next year ada junior!! Biar la ramai yang cun..hehehe( sayang,gurau2 je,hehehe). Hopefully result gua sem ni lagi baik dari yang sebelumnya,insyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7128112600891539264?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7128112600891539264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7128112600891539264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7128112600891539264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7128112600891539264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/04/gua-masih-di-sini.html' title='gua masih di sini......'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1610538081703023974</id><published>2010-04-24T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T05:52:31.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumaat yang hampeh..</title><content type='html'>OK ni satu kejadian yang memang telah menginsafkan aku buat selama-lamanya. Semalam ialah hari Jumaat, hari di mana para Muslimin akan pergi menunaikan Solat Jumaat. Aku, sebagai seorang jejaka Muslim yang kacak dan taat pada perintah agama, beserta adik aku yang tak kurang kacak dan alimnya juga, pun bergeraklah ke masjid bagi menunaikan solat Jumaat. Setibanya kami di sana,kami ingat nak rilek la kejap dalam kereta. Sambil2 mendengar Fly.FM dan meng-usha awek2 budak sekolah yg lalu lintas katdepan mata kami,fuuhhh memang syok tak terkata. Kami ingat nak tunggu Khutbah habis dulu,baru masuk masjid. Punya la lama dok lepak dalam kereta,usha sana-sini,mengutuk sana-sini,kami perasan yang orang makin ramai keluar masjid. Aku  pun merasa jengkel ,apakah angkara mereka semua meninggalkan masjid? Rupa-rupanya baru aku sedar,Solat Jumaat dah habis!!!!! Aku dan adik aku gelak tak nak kaw2 pulak dalam kereta time tu. Nasib baik tak kantoi dengan jemaah lain.&lt;br /&gt;Kami pun bergerak pulang ke rumah dengan perasaan penuh kelakar+hampa+sayu+hampeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,tuntasnya,bila dah sampai masjid time nak solat Jumaat,terus la masuk. Tak payah la nak sebat rokok sebatang dulu ke,borak2 dulu ke,usha sana-sini dulu ke, masuk je terus. Niat Iktikaf,solat Tahiyyat Masjid then duduk dengar Khutbah. Free2 dah dapat pahala. Tak kisah la Khutbah tu topik bosan ke ape,kan ke tu pengganti 2 Rakaat bagi solat Zuhur yg sebenar.&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya , jangan ponteng Khutbah...sekian,Wasalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1610538081703023974?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1610538081703023974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1610538081703023974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1610538081703023974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1610538081703023974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/04/jumaat-yang-hampeh.html' title='jumaat yang hampeh..'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4263810155352418505</id><published>2010-04-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:34:20.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saja suka-suka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S9BsVotYH3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lHAgKc5y4Xo/s1600/Bullet_For_My_Valentine-band-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462985466961207154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S9BsVotYH3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lHAgKc5y4Xo/s320/Bullet_For_My_Valentine-band-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullet For My Valentine - Hearts Burst Into Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been gone for far too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I fucked things up again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much time we'd have to spend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, wounds so sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm torn, now I'm torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hearts burst into fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts burst into fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm far from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wait for me again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more days we'd have to spend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, wounds so sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm torn, now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hearts burst into fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts burst into fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beds become so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No arms or sheets to hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has this world stopped turning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wait forever to be apart, forever to be apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, wounds so sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm torn, now I'm torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see you face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hearts burst into fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts burst into fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been gone for far too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember me at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hearts burst into fire....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4263810155352418505?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4263810155352418505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4263810155352418505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4263810155352418505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4263810155352418505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/04/saja-suka-suka.html' title='saja suka-suka...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/S9BsVotYH3I/AAAAAAAAADI/lHAgKc5y4Xo/s72-c/Bullet_For_My_Valentine-band-2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-1453109876974049138</id><published>2010-04-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:44:51.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM VS BERONGGENG</title><content type='html'>Kini hanya tinngal lagi satu subjek yang perlu gua hadapi!! Tak lain tak bukan,Undang-Undang Kontrak 2!!!!! Subjek ini diajar oleh dua orang lecturer yang gua rasa sangat terbaik iaitu Prof. Madya Dr Sakina dan Dr. Suzanna Isa. Paper2 yang lain telah gua lalui dengan jayanya(cewwaah!!!,padahal cam kantoi pun ade). Kini hanya tinggal 1 lagi rintangan, yang akan aku tempuhi dengan jayanya juga..heheheehhe~~~. Sepanjang minggu exam ni,gua boleh kata bnyak juga keluar berjalan. Kalah masa sebelum exam. Minggu lepas,gua pergi lepak dekat UNITEN dengan Zafran. Mula2 ingat nak jumpa makcik saja,last2 boleh pulak lepak sana sambil makan2. Mantap juga makan dekat situ,ikan bakar dia macam best. Malam tu dia boleh ajak gua pergi KLCC pulak,nasib baik gua malam tu dah janji dengan "si dia",sorry la bro,tak dapat join. Next time kita gerak sana ok!! Beberapa hari selepas itu,gua baru bajet nak berhibernasi sepuas-puasnya satu malam ni selepas pulang dari makan. Baru berapa jam mata ini terlelap, gua dapat call dari Afiq Nazrin bin Zaharinan a.k.a Singh , ajak gua keluar gi tengok Liverpool vs West Ham,dekat tempat keramat para student UKM, Restoran Al-Fariz Maju Seksyen 15. Memang senang je gua nak cakap "malas la nak gi" , tapi disebabkan ajakan dia telah menaikkan mood gua untuk keluar,so gua pun tak menolak. HAHAHAHAHA!! Gua bajet nak tengok Liverpool kalah,last2 boleh lak diorang menang. Adoi melepas habuan gua. Gua betting dengan Singh kalau Liverpool kalah,gua dapat sebatang,last2 tak dapat. Malam tu juga gua mendapat tau 1 fakta,iaitu brother yang jual sisha dekat Fariz Maju tu adalah senior gua @ budak koleq!!! HAHA..Singh cakap mamat ni rajin turun training ragbi kat UKM,dia budak MFI. Patut muka cam selalu nampak je dulu time kat koleq. Ini je kerja ko sekarang?? Soalan itu terdetik di hati gua. Kerja sambilan je kot,mungkin. Gua rasa dia ni la senior yang pernah suruh gua ambilkan dobi dia ,lepas tu campak kat tingkap West Wing. Cis kalau betul memang gua dah bantai dia time tu gak!! HAHA,rilekgua tak suka pukul budak. By the way, gua dah lama tak layan benda2 yang melibatkan kemasukkan bahan toksik ke dalam paru-paru. Last gua layan,beberapa bulan sebelum asasi. Tu pun pow member gua nye yang tak habis. Tengok2 sisha ni,ingat nak layan gak. Tapi gua dah ada stand sekarang,gua dah bersih. sXe forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha terlupa lak. Two nights before that, ada satu konsert kat Stadium UKM. Gua baru balik makan dengan dia,tiba2 Idham call gua,ajak gua gi sana. Kawan lama punya pasal,jumpa la kejap. Malam tu Shawal AF5 dengan Faizal Tahir, yes, Faizal Tahir datang buat show. Yang paling suka,mestilah si dia, Suka sangat Faizal Tahir. Ikut suka dia la...hmm..thanks Idham for coming to UKM that night. Seriously gua rindu sama lu,rindu kan semua benda sial yang pernah kita buat dulu. Datang la lepak sini lagi..I LOVE U BRO!! The next night,gua pergi beronggeng dengan si dia kat Alamanda. Hari tu gua rasa adalah saat paling lama gua lepak dekat sana. Lepas Maghrib,terus pergi sana,beli tiket,pergi makan,karaoke &amp;amp; last but not least,movie time! Ceritanya ialah "Clash of the Titans". Boleh tahan la,jalan cerita agak boring,special effect je la mantap. Tapi paling best time karaoke la, di mana bakat-bakat vokalis aku yang telah lama tak digilap sejak di Studio Zai Am telah kembali bersinar. HAHA,suara dia memang tak payah cakap,memang sedap la( sedap la sangat~~). Jangan marah ye sayang??.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari selepas itu,Eddi Rockensteiner a.k.a Mawardi pula telah merancang untuk pergi ke Segi Empat Masa @ Time Square. Hari sebelum tu baru saja habis paper ape entah. So bajet nak enjoy jap la.Sampai sana,teus pekena KFC(satu tindakkan yang akan gua sesali beberapa minit selepas ini). Lepas tu masuk Cosmoworld. Mula-mula gua orait,tiba2 masuk yang 2nd nye gua dah rasa lain macam. Turun2 je,gua dah mula rasa nak melayang. Terus gua tak jadi nak main benda lain. @$%##$ betul!! Melayang RM32 cam tu saja. Lepas tu gua tertarik kat satu stall ni. Gua pun beli la satu hadiah nak bagi kat si dia. Dia sakit kaki masa ni,terjatuh kat tannga blok dia. Sekali takpe lagi bai,ni sampai 2 kali!! Kelakar sungguh. So gua belikan la dia hadiah ni,hopefully dia suka... Zafran time tu boleh pulak call gua,minta temankan dia pergi mana entah. Siap nak ambil gua kat Time Square lagi masa tu. Sori la bro,tak dapat la nak join..huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam seterusnya!!!! Pertembungan dua gergasi besar bola sepak Eropah, iaitu, Inter Milan vs Barcelona. Lepas je lepak dekat bili Awie, terus gerak pergi Fariz. Dalam pukul 2 @ 3. Malam tu memang penuh. Idham pun ada lepak dekat situ,jumpa lagi adik aku yang seorang ni. Malam tu gua betting dengan Singh,kalau Maicon skor,gua dapat sebatang. Mula2 Inter nampak macam nak kalah,tapi jaringan Wesley Sneijder,Milito dan last but not least (drum roll please...)MAICON telah memastikan the Nerazurri menewaskan Catalan 3-1!! HAHAHA. Singh,bak sini!!!! AKHIRNYA TERLUNAS GAK HUTANG KAU!! Balik dalam pukul 5. Esok nye,exam TITAS,baru study sikit. Nasib baik start pukul 12,sempat study lagi. Habis je exam,gua bawak dia makan. Lepas tu,gua terus balik rumah,pasal dah janji dengan parents gua nak balik miggu ni. Adoi,terpaksa berpisah dengan dia kejap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuntasnya, gua sekarang tengah berehat dekat rumah bagi menenangkan fikiran. Sedar tak sedar,semua aktiviti di atas adalah dilakukan sepanjang minggu exam. Gua cukup bengang pasal baru tau yang Bulat,Afiq, Amy n the gang plan nak gi mandi sungai Sabtu ni. Gua dah sampai rumah baru tau. Kalau tak,boleh je gua kawtim denagn parents gua,tak payah balik minggu ni. Gua sekarang rasa letih sangat,semalam member ajak gi tengok Bayern vs Lyon pun gua tak larat nak pergi. Seriously,dah lama gua tak tidur awal. Pasal tu bila balik rumah saja,gua nak layan katil puas2. Gua rasa,sepanjang dekat rumah ni,memang gua ta ke mana. Jap lagi je keluar,tu pun nak pergi Puncak,ambil adik gua. Mak gua pun tengah banyak kerja kat rumah,tak kan nak biarkan dia sorang2. Abah pula kerja,kadang2 malam pun kena panggil,pelabuhan asyik tak menentu,ade saja kapal yang kena tahan. So,bapak aku kena pergi. Alep janji,minggu ni alep tak kan merayau tak tentu pasal,alep nak temankan mak n abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada si dia,sori sangat2 pasal tak dapat bawak pergi mandi sungai minggu. Gua tau,dia agak marah sekarang. Hopefully dia maafkan. I miss u,I really do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai penutup bicara, gua nak wish kat semua warga Tahun 1 FUU UKM,selamat menjalani peperiksaan Undang-Undang Kontrak 2. Semoga berjaya dapat A!!!! YEEEHHHHAAAAAAA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-1453109876974049138?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/1453109876974049138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=1453109876974049138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1453109876974049138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/1453109876974049138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/04/exam-vs-beronggeng.html' title='EXAM VS BERONGGENG'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-7493201819025985284</id><published>2010-04-09T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:22:11.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya dapat juga gua post sesuatu kat blog ni. Semenjak-2 menjak ni gua agak sibuk dengan macam-macam kerja. Yang paling berat sekali,of course la Legal Theatre batch gua. Bayangkan benda ni punya la penting (pasal 30 markah), tapi kami baru nak prepare betul-betul bila tinggal berapa minggu je lagi. Namun begitu, gua cukup bangga pasal bila tiba hari kejadian, it was a great success!!!! HAHAHAHA!!! Tahniah kepada class rep kami , Azriff Firdaus yang berjaya mengepalai kami semua,batch ke-25 FUU untuk handle teater ni. Sumpah gua rasa puas hati + lega tahap dewa sekarang bai, pasal beban dah banyak hilang. Tapi sekarang beban baru akan menyusul,tak lain tak bukan ialah final exam!! Adoi dari sekolah sampai sekarang gua cukup anti dengan exam2 ni. Kalau time form 4 dulu,gua memang tak ambil kisah langsung pasal exam,ye la, nama pun "Honeymoon Year". Sampaikan time dah nak dekat exam diagnostik SBP pun gua boleh buat bodoh je. Last2, gua dapat 4A,1C,4E...HAHAHA. Macam @#$%!!!. Masa form 3 lagi mantap,bapak gua pernah kena panggil pasal result trial PMR gua memang hardcore nye teruk. Masa tu,parents yang kena pnggil ialah parents gua, Jaie &amp;amp; Jibong. Kelas gua time tu memang kelas paling sial dalam semua kelas form 3,sampaikan jadi kelas jagaan Penolong Kanan HEM lagi.  Memang sial la masa tu,depan2 cikgu gua boleh kena basuh kaw2 nye dengan bapak gua. Siap dah nak naik pelempang lagi. Tapi masa tu lain cerita beb, masa tu gua budak hingusan lagi. Sekarang ni gua dah jadi mahasiswa bai. Mana boleh dok ambil ringan je benda macam ni. Enjoy2 juga,exam kena pulun. Kena fikir,mak bapak susah payah hantar gua sini,gua leh main2 lak. Dulu gua ingat, gua balik lambat satu malam ni,dok lepak dengan member2 kat mana entah. Masa tu gua baru lepas SPM,bajet nak memberontak la konon. Bapak gua panggil gua , mula2 gua bajet dia nak sound @ marah @ pelempang gua mcam yang dia yang dia buat selalu before ni. Tapi malam tu lain sikit,dia panggil gua baik2 , then tanya 2 soalan je, which is ;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kau sedar tak kau anak nombor berapa?&lt;br /&gt;2. Kau tau tak umur abah dah berapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua bila dok fikir2 balik pasal soalan ni, gua sedar yang gua dah tak boleh dok enjoy macam selalu lagi. Gua anak sulung beb, umur bapak gua pun dah lanjut. Dah la gua masih dalam tanggungan dia lagi. Sejak hari tu,gua mula jarang buat benda-benda pelik lagi. Masuk UITM time asasi je,gua nekad nak serius dalam study. Enjoy2 pun,gua dah mula berpada-pada. Masuk UKM pulak buat degree,gua dah nekad nak lagi baik dari asasi dulu. 1st sem dulu, result kami 1 batch tak berapa nak baik. Bagi gua,let bygones be bygones. Tak payah nak dok fikir pasal benda lepas. Gua yakin, sem ni batck gua akan dapat result yang lebih mantap dari sem lepas. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup gua sekarang dah mula nak tenang. Member2 pun dah kurang bagi pressure. Banyak pergaduhan antara diorang dah setel. Gua pun dah senang hati nak balik rumah sekarang,leh lepak dengan diorang sama2 tanpa rasa tension. Si dia pun dah banyak senangkan hati gua. Tiap2 saat gua teringat muka dia,gua mesti sengih sorang2,macam sakai la pulak. Thanks sayang, I really appreciate it. Kalau boleh, teruskan lah happy kan hati alep lagi. Ada sikit je lagi perkara perlu diubah. I miss u........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari isnin ni paper bahasa Arab, nampaknya sepanjang dua hari ni memang gua tak boleh cakap bahasa lain la..hmmmm.. exam oh exam.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-7493201819025985284?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/7493201819025985284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=7493201819025985284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7493201819025985284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/7493201819025985284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2675759775555525238</id><published>2010-03-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:59:04.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gua &amp; dia....</title><content type='html'>Gua tak tau la..semenjak dua menjak ni gua rasa life gua lain sangat. Mungkin pasal dah masuk 2nd semester jadi gua rasa kerja makin melambak. Kelas pun dah makin banyak, tambah lagi dengan kelas Arab. Tapi semester ni gua rasa tenang sikit pasal gua dah tak payah nak bangun awal-awal cam dulu untuk pergi bus stop. Pasal nya gua sekarang dah ada kereta!!! HAHAHAHA!! Tak nak bersusah payah pula gua merayu kat bapak gua supaya dapat bawak kereta tu. Last-last dia bagi gak,kesian punya pasal. Minggu depan gua dengar cerita koleq(sekolah gua) ade OBW (old boys weekend da~~),minggu di mana sekolah gua akan dipenuhi pelbagai bentuk kekufuran dan kemaksiatan(ni gua tak cong eh). Gadut,idham,rozuan semua ajak gua balik kuale,tengok sekolah lama. Teringat zaman-zaman indah dimana gua tak perlu fikir pasal apa-apa melainkan enjoy dan habiskan duit mak bapak. Lepas tu plan nak buat reunion Never-Ending Story,ni Nad la yang nak sangat. Nak kasi gegar sikit Studio Zai Am tu!!!! Apa lagi,bak datang "We're Coming Back" la...Gua pun dah lama tak jamming,rindu saat-saat manis dengan korang..terjerit2,terlompat2 dalam studio yang dipenuhi kepulan asap rokok ,macam orang gila,sampaikan makcik Zai Am tu tegur suruh tenang sikit,takut studio runtuh!! Gua minta maaf sangat kat korang pasal sejak kita grad dari koleq, gua jarang hang out dengan korang lagi. Last sekali pun dekat Planet Hollywood ( yang kini sudah pun roboh menyembah bumi).Gua janji bai,lepas ni bila gua ada masa free gua turun Shah Alam or KL,or even better,kita lepak KK terus,kita hangout macam dulu-dulu. Gua tak tau la boleh datang ke tak OBW ,pasal sekarang ni gua sibuk dengan macam-macam kerja kat UKM ni. Assignment, final exam, ko-k teater dan akhir sekali..."dia"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya..dia. Seorang yang telah datang dalam hidup gua. Ni la tujuan utama post gua ni dibuat, kalau kome semua nak tau le. Aku rasa lain sangat bila dia ni datang dalam hidup gua. Misalannya,gua rasa macam dah tak boleh lepak dengan sesiapa sesuka hati gua lagi, pasal kena fikir pasal dia. Nak pergi mana-mana,kena tanya dia dulu,pasal gua rasa gua kena jaga hati dia,takut dia risau or jelez. HAHAHAHA!! Adoi,gua pun tak tau la,kadang-kadang rasa best,kadang-kadang frust pun ada. Tapi overall,gua rasa enjoy pasal sekarang ni gua dah ada 1 komitmen baru. Gua dah tak boleh fikir pasal diri sendiri lagi,gua dah tak boleh anggap "lu punya hal,lu nye pasal la". Semenjak dia ni datang, gua dah tak boleh hidup macam dulu,di mana ayat-ayat macam "MAMPOS LA", "GI MATI LA" &amp;amp; "PEDULI APA AKU" sering menjadi syahadah yang gua lafazkan sepanjang hari. Ye la,masa tu gua ada kawan-kawan yang macam sial je,mak &amp;amp; abah pula selalu pressure gua tiap-tiap hari,sampaikan tiga ayat ni pernah sekali gua cakap depan muka diorang!! Masa tu mungkin pasal gua tiada seorang "teman istimewa" yang boleh gua share segala masalah or rahsia. Tapi gua tetap berterima kasih kepada batch gua,the Class of 2007 coz being there with me through thick and thin. You guys are really my blood brothers!!! OK berbalik kepada cerita gua, (menyimpang la plak), gua sekarang kena belajar untuk sayang seseorang yang lain. Gua nyesal gak pasal gua selalu tiada masa untuk dia,gua sibuk je. Hopefully dia faham keadaan gua sekarang. Lagi satu, gua tak pernah bagi nasihat-nasihat panjang lebar pada seseorang sehinggakan dia hadir dalam hidup gua. Tiap-tiap hari gua dok meleter dengan dia,tak tau la kenapa. Harap2 dia faham gak,gua nasihat semua benda tu bukan pasal ape,tapi pasal terlebih sayang agaknya . Anyway, I'm really sorry for being such a nuisance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, gua sekarang tengah nak organize balik hidup gua yang tengah tengah tak berapa nak kemas ni. Kepada dia,gua harap jangan la anggap diri ini sebagai terlalu menyibuk atau cerewet,pasal gua dah pernah lalui apa yang dia sedang lalui sekarang. Gua nak yang terbaik...both from you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my speech, gua nak dedicate kan 1 lagu buat si dia. Nama lagu ni "Warmness of the soul" by Avenged Sevenfold. Band ni biasa nya main lagu2 yang agak keras (heavy metal,metalcore etc) ,pasal tu la gua layan band ni. Tapi depa ada gak main lagu2 yang ballad,ni antara lagu tu la. Kepada si dia,enjoy the lyrics,kalau nak dengar lagu ni search la kat youtube ye...i miss u~~~(jiwang pulak la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avenged Sevenfold - Warmness of The Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your hazel-green tint eyes watching every move I make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the one, and in you I confide more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your love's always been true as can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we have gone through good and bad times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But your unconditional love was always on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've been there from the start for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your love's always been true as can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my heart to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2675759775555525238?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2675759775555525238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2675759775555525238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2675759775555525238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2675759775555525238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/03/gua-dia.html' title='gua &amp; dia....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4165965265734194835</id><published>2010-03-19T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:23:11.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aliff yang keletihan..</title><content type='html'>minggu-minggu yang aku lalui sekarang ni memang sibuk...sekarang ni tgh minggu Problem-based learning (PBL). Boleh kata tiap2 minggu grup aku akan buat discussion. Nasib baik la budak grup aku ni semua baik2,banyak tolong aku serba-serbi. Belah malam pula, aku sibuk dengan latihan teater. Tiap-tiap malam pula tu kat DECTAR, sampaikan aku pun naik muak pergi situ. Nak buat macam mana,dah aku yang pilih ko-k ni. Ikut je la. Malam semalam ada dinner fakulti aku. Finally, ada juga satu malam yang aku boleh rehat sambil makan-makan. Aku tak tau jalan nak pergi situ mula-mula, nasib baik Emong tau jalan. Tiada la jauh mana Cyberjaya ni,dalam 30 minit saja. Sampai situ dapat la kami dihidangkan dengan beberapa persembahan. Tapi yang paling best sekali persembahan saudara Najmuddin Hakim @ Nash la,siapa2 yang tengok tau la apa yang aku maksudkan. Jangan marah ye Nash!! Lepas tu ada persembahan band. Ramai yang jadi macam orang gila,paling ketara Naemah, Sham dengan Ofee. Tapi bagi aku persembahan paling menarik ialah tarian dari Yasmin, Ein, Ain dengan Echah. They totally lift the roof of that night!!! HAHAHA!! Apa-apa pun , aku ucapkan tahniah kepada Hasanuddin dan rakan2 batch ke-24 FUU yang dah banyak menghabiskan masa dan tenaga dalam menjayakan makan malam ni. Next year is our batch's turn to handle it, dan kami akan pastikan yang diner ni akan jadi lebih mantap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4165965265734194835?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4165965265734194835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4165965265734194835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4165965265734194835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4165965265734194835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/03/aliff-yang-keletihan.html' title='aliff yang keletihan..'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-227433450281948442</id><published>2010-03-12T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:01:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comparing....</title><content type='html'>Dah dekat 2 sem aku kat sini. Tapi apa yang aku dapat? NOTHING!!!!! That's it!!!! Aku ni malas belajar, malas pergi library, malas ulang kaji ,malas itu, malas ini...Aku ingat masa sekolah dulu, dekat blok form 4 ada satu bilik kosong sebelah kelas 4 Sains 5. Kalau budak-budak nak ponteng kelas je lepak kat situ,dah la ada kerusi, meja, kipas pun ada!! Lepak je tidur kat situ. Dengan aku sekali kadang-kadang join. Masa tu lain la,Honeymoon Year. Masa form 5 cover la balik. Tapi situasi sekarang lain. Aku dah jadi budak universiti, bukan budak sekolah lagi. Dulu masa sekolah ada cikgu &amp;amp; warden yang akan jaga aku, akan rotan aku kalau buat salah, akan kejar aku kalau tak pergi surau. Sekarang ni mana ada. Aku nak bangun pukul berapa pun, nak buat apa pun, mampus la, tak akan ada yang ambil tahu. Alhamdulillah, dari segi perangai dan sahsiah, aku rasa aku tak la teruk mana. Mungkin sebab aku dah puas buat perangai (dan kantoi banyak kali) kat sekolah dulu, aku tak la "culture shock" sangat. Mungkin juga pasal aku dan batch aku dulu memang selalu kena seksa baik dengan senior atau cikgu, buatkan aku tak la gayat sangat nak buat perangai kat menara gading ni. Thanks to batch 9903 for giving my batch and I a hellacious life back at Koleq!!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku menyesal. Kenapa study aku masih macam ni? Kalau dulu masa sekolah alasan aku tak boleh study pasal masa prep tak cukup,kena kacau senior dan lain2, tapi kenapa sekarang masih tak boleh study? Aku ada hak nak stay up sampai pukul berapa pun, tiada orang boleh kacau. Tapi masih malas nak study. Bila tutorial je, aku antara yang paling senyap,pasal aku tak sedia. Aku bengang dengan keadaan ni!!! Bengang yang amat sangat!!! @#$%$^&amp;amp;^%!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika dibandingkan balik Muhammad Aliff yang dulu dengan sekarang, rasanya tiada la beza mana. Still the lonely soldier of fortune you guys knew back then, and maybe even now. Mungkin aku kena praktikkan satu benda yang pernah aku buat dulu masa form 5 ; kalau kau tak nak belajar, kau bukan lagi kawan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prinsip ni aku terpaksa ikut pasal masa tu ramai kawan2 aku yang dah mula tunjukkan minat untuk tak mahu belajar. Aku memang konflik gila, sampaikan batch aku pun aku tengok dah mula berpecah &amp;amp; aku tak tahu nak sebelahi siapa. Lastly, I thought that selfishness is the absolute answer, and I'm lucky because it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, aku berharap yang hidup aku di sini akan jadi lebih baik. Aku akan jadi lebih rajin, aku dah tak mahu duduk diam saja masa tutor, aku nak menonjol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sekarang tengah layan 1 lagu, &amp;amp; aku rasa lagu macam ni serba sedikit telah membuka mata aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I Lay Dying - Through Struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only through struggle have i found rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a piece of me taken away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i begin to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hollow out this machine like chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with its gears that turn to make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and assembled thoughts that fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only through struggle have i found rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only through struggle have i found rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remove from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this deception that i called love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i called love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with its gears that turn to make me feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and assembled thoughts that fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remove from methis deception that i called love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i called loveonly through struggle have i found rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a piece of me taken away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i begin to understandi begin to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i begin to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-227433450281948442?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/227433450281948442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=227433450281948442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/227433450281948442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/227433450281948442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2010/03/comparing.html' title='comparing....'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2162151927091856115</id><published>2009-12-21T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:19:13.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bermulanya...sekali lagi..</title><content type='html'>Aku belum pun puas bercuti dekat rumah. Belum pun sempat nak menebalkan rambut atau menambahkan ukur lilit pinggang aku ni (yang sememangnya dah lebar),tiba-tiba dah nak mula semester kedua. Agak frust la pasal UiTM dengan UUM mula lambat lagi. Kami dekat UKM ni dah nak mula dah. Bertarikh 20 Disember 2009,aku pun bergerak la ke bumi Bangi yang tercinta untuk mendaftarkan diri. Bersyukur juga dapat bilik dan kolej yang sama,pasal aku dah biasa dengan Kolej Ibrahim Yaakub ni. Kedatangan semula aku ke sini diselubungi perasaan yang amat kecewa pasal aku PNGK aku untuk 1st semester amat-amatlah tidak memuaskan. Tak sampai 3.00 pun. Aku ingat 1st semester nak lah dapat Anugerah Dekan,tiba-tiba lain yang jadi. Subjek "Undang-Undang Perlembagaan &amp;amp; Pentadbiran" serta "Pengenalan Kepada Sistem Perundangan Malaysia" terbukti menjadi duri dalam daging dalam keputusan peperiksaan aku. Rata-rata batch aku dapat bawah 3.00,semuanya pasal subjek Undang-Undang Perlembagaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya,bertarikh 21 Disember(hari post ini ditulis),bermulalah pembelajaran kami yang pertama. Subjek MLS adalah santapan pembukaan bagi kami untuk hari ini. Pensyarah kami, Dr. Rooshida Merican pun memulakan bicara dengan mengatakan,keputusan batch kami keseluruhannya agak teruk. Pasal benda ini, aku memang tak nak salahkan siapa-siapa melainkan diri kami sendiri. Kami memang malas, selain itu, kami juga jarang berjumpa dengan para pensyarah. Benda ni senior sendiri tegur kami. Dulu masa semester pertama,habis saja syarahan, semua fikir nak balik. Sedikit sangat yang ada inisiatif untuk pergi ke bilik pensyarah untuk buat perbincangan pasal topik yang baru dipelajari. Mungkin daripada segi "effort",kami memang kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannnya, walaupun baru hari pertama, aku rasa  memang pedas sungguh kritikan yang aku dan rakan-rakan batch aku terima. Moga-moga untuk semester yang kedua ini, semua akan lipat-gandakan usaha. Semoga berjaya, Batch ke-25 Fakulti,Undang Undang, UKM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2162151927091856115?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2162151927091856115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2162151927091856115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2162151927091856115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2162151927091856115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/12/bermulanyasekali-lagi.html' title='bermulanya...sekali lagi..'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4299260879852998606</id><published>2009-12-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:46:01.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovasi ku sangsi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CpeIk3XI/AAAAAAAAACw/6vc6bWnQXbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412907451121196402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CpeIk3XI/AAAAAAAAACw/6vc6bWnQXbQ/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CoxfX4uI/AAAAAAAAACo/kGvaHzw8Vfo/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412907439137219298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CoxfX4uI/AAAAAAAAACo/kGvaHzw8Vfo/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CoeG82XI/AAAAAAAAACg/gxvYybqivxk/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412907433934510450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CoeG82XI/AAAAAAAAACg/gxvYybqivxk/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6Cny_YjUI/AAAAAAAAACY/V0y5J0exQOo/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412907422360046914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6Cny_YjUI/AAAAAAAAACY/V0y5J0exQOo/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ini bermulalah projek penambahbaikkan di rumah aku. Dengan kata mudahnya,rumah aku buat renovation. Dari pagi sampai petang penuh dengan pelbagai "muzik" yang sememangnya membingitkan telinga seperti bunyi tukul,drill,penebuk lubang dan pelbagai lagi bunyi yang lebih bingit jika nak dibandingkan dengan muzik Metal yang aku layan. Dapur rumah aku ni kecil saja,jadi pasal tu la mungkin mak &amp;amp; bapak aku nak besarkan sikit. Lagi satu,singki pun ada satu saja,jadi mak aku susak sikit nak buat kerja-kerja pembersihan pinggan &amp;amp; mangkuk ni. Dapur au ni baru separuh siap.simen pun belum kering sangat lagi. Kitchen kabinet pun akan dipasang dekat bahagian belakang ni. Jadi nampak moden sikit la. Rumah aku ni sebenarnya antara sebilangan kecil rumah dekat Kg. Raja Uda ni yang jarang direnovate, jadi ni benda yang agak asing la dalam rumah aku,bila dengan tiba-tibanya Mat-Mat Indon ni masuk rumah aku dan pecahkan macam-macam benda. Sekarang ini rumah aku agak bersepah , pinggan,mangkuk dan cawan semua terpaksa diletak dekat ruang tamu &amp;amp; depan TV, Nak buat macam mana,dapur tu dah macam padang jarak padan terkukur. Washing machine pun tak boleh guna sekarang pasal paip terpaksa dicabut. Habis saja dapur,bilik aku pula akan diubahsuai. Semoga lepas ni rumah aku ni jadi lebih lawa la hendaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4299260879852998606?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4299260879852998606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4299260879852998606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4299260879852998606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4299260879852998606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/12/renovasi-ku-sangsi.html' title='Renovasi ku sangsi...'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Sx6CpeIk3XI/AAAAAAAAACw/6vc6bWnQXbQ/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-4021856819872067060</id><published>2009-12-03T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:46:25.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 pagi yang gelap..</title><content type='html'>Pagi-pagi selalunya aku akan pergi jogging. Bukan ape,boring gila duduk rumah je. Lagipun berat badan aku ni senang sangat naik. Jadi setiap kali datang cuti semester aku akan pergi jogging,sama ada dekat Pandamaran atau dekat Stadium Klang. Tapi dua hari ini aku tak dapat nak jalankan rutin harian aku ni pasal hujan lebat. Belum pun azan Subuh dah hujan,berhenti pula dah dekat pukul 11 pagi. Aku pun malas la nak pergi. Jadi,untuk mengisi masa lapang,aku pun layan la main PS. Habis saja main PS,mengadap laptop.  Berhabuk gila blog aku ni,dah dekat 2 bulan tak buka. Tidak mengapa,selepas ini akan aku penuhi ruangan ini dengan lebih banyak post-post mengenai pelbagai topik. Mungkin ni la rahmat dari hujan pagi-pagi ni,kalau tak memang haram aku nak buka blog. Facebook,Myspace,Friendster &amp;amp; Twitter pun tak terjaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-4021856819872067060?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/4021856819872067060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=4021856819872067060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4021856819872067060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/4021856819872067060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-pagi-yang-gelap.html' title='2 pagi yang gelap..'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-904558617726304078</id><published>2009-09-22T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:44:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bulan kejayaan</title><content type='html'>Hari ni dah masuk hari ke-4 raya. Aku tak dapat beraya kat kampung lama-lama pasal  bapak aku dah mula kerja hari ni. Raya tahun ni tak banyak beza dengan tahun lepas. Tapi ada 1 perbezaan,tahun ni aku beraya sebagai seorang mahasiswa UKM. Tahun lepas,bila aku balik kampung semua orang tanya aku sekarang belajar kat mana,aku pun jawab la kat UiTM. Tahun ni aku cakap aku belajar kat UKM pulak. Berkerut-kerut muka orang2 ni bila aku cakap macam tu . Ye la kan,macam mana aku boleh masuk 2 universiti berbeza. Aku pun susah nak terangkan pada mereka-mereka ni,cukuplah aku dengan rakan-rakan seangkatan aku saja yang faham situasi sebenar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyimpang pula tiba-tiba,nama post baru aku ni "bulan kejayaan"boleh pula cerita pasal universiti. Berbalik pada akar utama post ini,aku bersyukur ke hadrat Ilahi sebab memeberikan aku sehela nafas lagi untuk terus meraikan hari yang mulia ini. Bercerita pasal kejayaan ini,aku nak cerita balik masa bulan Ramadhan dulu. 30 hari yang penuh dugaan,berjaya aku harungi dengan sabar. Alhamdulillah. Tahun ni aku berjaya mengekang sifat boros yang sering merantai hati dan otak aku setiap kali aku menjejakkan kaki di mana-mana bazar Ramadan. Aku dah tak beli makanan yang bermacam-macam lagi,cukuplah satu makanan utama denagn 1 makan suplemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solat Tarawikh....aktiviti malam yang popular dalam bulan Ramadan. Aku agak terkilan pasal tak dapat buat solat ni dengan lebih kerap pasal sibuk dengan assignment,aktiviti kolej dan macam-macam lagi alasan yang hanya dalihan untuk tak pergi masjid. Mujurlah 10 malam terakhir aku dapt gak kerapkan gi asjid. Harap-harap salah satu malam ni biarla malam Lailatul Qadar,bukan senang nak dapat pahala berlipat kali ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejam celik,Takbir di pagi 1 Syawal pun  bergema. Aku berdoa pada Allah supaya tahun hadapan,berikanlah aku pelunag untuk bertemu Ramadan dan Syawal lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-904558617726304078?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/904558617726304078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=904558617726304078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/904558617726304078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/904558617726304078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/09/bulan-kejayaan.html' title='bulan kejayaan'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-227357060587792588</id><published>2009-08-11T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:11:26.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAtsjcrTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4JPQu4kYAUw/s1600-h/straightedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924859577183538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAtsjcrTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4JPQu4kYAUw/s320/straightedge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAtFvDOXI/AAAAAAAAACI/CqdkMsbdZKc/s1600-h/straight_edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924849156864370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAtFvDOXI/AAAAAAAAACI/CqdkMsbdZKc/s320/straight_edge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAs8EOI7I/AAAAAAAAACA/jInKbUade1A/s1600-h/straightedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924846561305522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAs8EOI7I/AAAAAAAAACA/jInKbUade1A/s320/straightedge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAsZEpbqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zKXkXS-zK9o/s1600-h/damn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924837167853218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAsZEpbqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zKXkXS-zK9o/s320/damn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I was a child,I am mentally frustrated. There's a lot of reason for this to occur, though. I thought that the best thing to do so that this disturbing feeling can be released. Thus,after finishing high school,I guess I should start to intoxicate myself,that is to smoke,drink and maybe even take recreational drugs. I have lost every moral consciousness that existed in every normal homosapien. However,right before I start to do any of these,I was attracted with a certain musical genre. Since its birth in the early 90's,Hardcore Punk and Metalcore genre have taken the musical industry by storm. Bands like Minor Threat,AFI,Bleeding Through,Killswitch Engage and Trivium are some prominent Hardcore bands that had created a cult following of their own. Fast riffs,dual leads and screaming vocals was beginning to be all teenagers,including mine's cup of tea. I started to where black shirts,grew a long hair and speaks in a more growler tone,just to show how I am addicted to to such head-crushing tunes. Soon,I learned that this musical genre is not just a mere sound you here everyday. With it,comes a very,very unique lifestyle of its own. A lifestyle that is hard to be adopted by everyone. A lifestyle they called "Straight Edge". Only two words,but enough to change a person's life. This lifestyle stand on three very simple rules that needs to be followed by the adherents;no smoking,no drinking and no drugs. The history of this movement date way back in the late 80's when Ian MacKaye,the lead vocalist of the band Minor Threat, procude the song "Straight Edge" for his band's first EP. The song's lyrics was pretty much simple though,but it called for abstinence from drugs and alcohol,a conditions that is very much different with the majority followers of the musical genre during that particular time. Yet,this song was succesfull in being a hit among Hardcore Punk fans,and the philosophy beginning to gain more followes from day to day. A prominent symbol of straight edge is the letter "X". Usually marked on the back of both hands,this is a symbol that simply means "NO". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since being introduced with this new rationale,I started to wonder,what makes a human special? Is it what they do,or what they abstain from doing? I've come to a conclusion that the latter is the answer. You don't need to smoke,drink,or take drugs only because you wanted to be seen as "macho" and stuff. After a lot of thinking,I've decide to engage myself to this movement. I have vow to not allow any foreign intoxicant to enter my body,thus keeping it clean and healthy. I'm a Muslim,and I don't see that this lifestyle contradict with my sacred religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been better. With this philosophy,I am even healthier than ever. My friends thought that I'm uncool,just simply because I did not do anything that usual teenagers at my age would do. Still,I'm proud with what I belief is the truth. You need not to be messed up to solve a problem. I'm just a normal person like everyone,only I have better things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-227357060587792588?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/227357060587792588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=227357060587792588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/227357060587792588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/227357060587792588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-on-edge.html' title='Living on the Edge'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SoJAtsjcrTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4JPQu4kYAUw/s72-c/straightedge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-2878771682658399297</id><published>2009-08-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:50:14.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall of darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Snw-8k45l3I/AAAAAAAAABw/aIeGlUjVSzQ/s1600-h/369px-Lucifer_Liege_Luc_Viatour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367234066334193522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Snw-8k45l3I/AAAAAAAAABw/aIeGlUjVSzQ/s320/369px-Lucifer_Liege_Luc_Viatour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Snw-q9sp64I/AAAAAAAAABo/xS9-hgWrzHQ/s1600-h/529px-GustaveDoreParadiseLostSatanProfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233763756075906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Snw-q9sp64I/AAAAAAAAABo/xS9-hgWrzHQ/s320/529px-GustaveDoreParadiseLostSatanProfile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been referred to with a lot of names. Baphomet,Beelzebub,Behemoth,Ahriman, just to name a few. Existing far before the existence of men,they refuse to bow to Adam. Claiming themselves to be a much superior being than men,due to fire being their natural tool of creation by God,they vow to ensure that the whole offsprings of Adam &amp;amp; Eve to follow their footsteps,as the true occupiers of Hell. A lot of views had been given about them,either from religious doctrine or even scientifical analysis. Most religion arguably agrees that this fallen deity is the supreme arch-enemy of mankind. Yet,some individuals who call themselves as the "modern-era prophet",claims that this creature are what this universe is all about. In other words,this cult believes that Satan is the solution,Satan is God. Through the words of Anthony LaVine,Satanism had grown to become a new worldwide doctrine,taking the world by storm. Through their holy book,The Satanic Bible,Satan is considered as no longer an expelled creature of Heaven,but a holy being that needs to be worshipped. Why does such stupidity occured? To date,there are at least 2 billions Satanist all around the world. The symbol of the horn can be seen in most of their action. Satan is no more than a being that comes to the world full of hatred and deceit toward Adam and his offsprings. There's no way such creature to be near holyness. Remember,by following the footsteps of Satan,you will go anywhere that they'll go,including Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-2878771682658399297?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/2878771682658399297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=2878771682658399297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2878771682658399297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/2878771682658399297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-of-darkness.html' title='The fall of darkness'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Snw-8k45l3I/AAAAAAAAABw/aIeGlUjVSzQ/s72-c/369px-Lucifer_Liege_Luc_Viatour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6763161507500367608</id><published>2009-08-01T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:18:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APxkVCzM1HQ/SnSG3PmFeHI/AAAAAAAAACI/SRsklqexlRc/s1600-h/6414_1026707366085_1777337377_55707_1637794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365061339742304370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APxkVCzM1HQ/SnSG3PmFeHI/AAAAAAAAACI/SRsklqexlRc/s320/6414_1026707366085_1777337377_55707_1637794_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finishing our final exam , we , the 5th batch of the law foundation (MOHE) , UiTM Shah Alam , have officially finished our foundation studies. Thus,we are now "sold" to all law schools in Malaysia,where our final exam's grade an MUET score will play a vital role in determining which law school should us further our bachelor's studies. In a lucky twist of fate,I,and some of my other compatriots are selected to go to the National University of Malaysia(UKM). At the faithfull date of 28th June 2009, we came to this prestigious institution with high hopes of gaining even more success. Some of us,on the other hand,were looking for redemption for our past flaws either during their schooldays or matriculation/foundation programme. Personally, I am really glad to enter this university due to it being the only higher education centre that was built due to the intense need of the citizens who are eager to gain knowledge. Ungku Omar,Pendeta Za'aba,Rahim Kajai,Ibrahim Yaakub and others are some of the prominet nationalist who sacrificed everything in order to establish a university which puts the Malay language as their main cup of tea in learning. As a result, their sacred deed is forever reminded in the names of all colleges in the campus compound. lIfes here has been quite well. The lecturers have been tremendously kind and helpfull to us. It may been not quite a month since all of us,the first year students enter this place,but I think that through this short period of time,I can reflect some new experience that I sure I will never encounter by being in another institution. For example, if I ought to stay in UiTM,I might never be studying in a multi-racial condition as it is here. Well,a lot of boundaries are waiting ahead of us. We just hope that courage and self-confidence will guide us through it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6763161507500367608?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6763161507500367608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6763161507500367608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6763161507500367608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6763161507500367608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_APxkVCzM1HQ/SnSG3PmFeHI/AAAAAAAAACI/SRsklqexlRc/s72-c/6414_1026707366085_1777337377_55707_1637794_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841325262107485054.post-6590292938531526452</id><published>2009-07-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:13:51.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dari Tapanuli Selatan ke Ayer Tawar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmwQNu2WXII/AAAAAAAAABA/sqp37xk1rmA/s1600-h/1_298037864l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362679084391750786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmwQNu2WXII/AAAAAAAAABA/sqp37xk1rmA/s320/1_298037864l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Smvn3WhZi7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/eBTy9R6FuBw/s1600-h/Mandailings_of_Chemor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362634719439195058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Smvn3WhZi7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/eBTy9R6FuBw/s320/Mandailings_of_Chemor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Smvn3L23V5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/j_5HIMS7MTo/s1600-h/Mandai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362634716576438162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/Smvn3L23V5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/j_5HIMS7MTo/s320/Mandai1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Horas"..sebuah istilah dalam bahasa Mandailing yang membawa maksud "selamat". Sejak kecil aku telah diasuh oleh ayahku supaya sentiasa berbangga dengan adat-resam dan asal-usulku. Menurutnya,nenek moyang kami berasal dari Tapanuli Selatan,Sumatera Utara. Disebabkan Perang Paderi yang melanda tanah seberang pada waktu itu,telah berlakunya eksodus oleh beribu-ribu suku di kepulauan Sumatera ke semenanjung Tanah Melayu yang terdiri daripada suku Minang,Rawa dan suku keturunanku sendiri,Mandailing. Mereka telah memilih negeri Perak,Selangor dan Negeri Sembilan sebagai wilayah baru penempatan mereka. Suku Mandailing terdiri daripada beberapa "marga",iaitu puak yang berbeza-beza. Aku dari marga Harahap,manakala puak-puak lain adalah Nasution,Siregar,Batubara,Lubis,Hasibuan dan Pulungan. Wujud persoalan,adakah suku aku ini serumpun dengan suku Batak,etnik yang dikatakan mula-mula menerima agama Kristian mazhab Protestan dari penjajah Belanda. Namun begitu,persepsi ini ditentang sekeras-kerasnya oleh para cendekiawan sejarah kerana bagi mereka,perbezaan gaya hidup,agama dan bahasa yang amat ketara jelas membezakan Batak dan Mandailing. Setelah beratus tahun,kaum Mandailing telah menjadi salah satu suku Melayu yang berjaya mewarnai negara ini seiring dengan suku Melayu yang lain. Kebanyakkan generasi muda Mandailing dewasa ini seperti aku sudah tidak meletakkan nama keluarga di hujung nama masing0masing,mungkin kerana penggunaannya yang tidak lagi dianggap relevan sekarang. Ramai juga di antara kami yang tidak boleh bertutur lagi dalam bahasa nenek-moyang kami. Pun begitu,aku berbangga dengan asal-usulku,kerana hanya dengan ini aku tidak kan lupa diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4841325262107485054-6590292938531526452?l=horas-harahap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/feeds/6590292938531526452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4841325262107485054&amp;postID=6590292938531526452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6590292938531526452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4841325262107485054/posts/default/6590292938531526452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horas-harahap.blogspot.com/2009/07/dari-tapanuli-selatan-ke-ayer-tawar.html' title='Dari Tapanuli Selatan ke Ayer Tawar'/><author><name>horas-harahap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16374910445782543123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmvdNDrA-SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oHuXhq5ePVE/S220/1_850020533l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ehEP0NN1sUI/SmwQNu2WXII/AAAAAAAAABA/sqp37xk1rmA/s72-c/1_298037864l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
