<?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-11302598</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:00:43.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ED's Subconcious M.I.N.D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-113333899769573124</id><published>2005-11-30T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:23:17.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battling the future</title><content type='html'>All of us know that it is an uphill battle achieving TM’s business objectives this time around. Nonetheless, our colleagues in Marketing and Sales have to continue to sell existing and incoming capacity, bill customers timely and notify customers for payment. We in Network Operations have to continue to support Regional Network Operations in the service installations and restorations, relief and rehab schemes to create capacity, cleaning database like CPAS and ensure that service breakdowns are attended to in timely manner while consistently maintaining our focus to achieve all MCMC targets. All these activities will put extreme pressure on our resources. Who would have thought that after all these years, we are still facing the same crisis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that this time around it is more acute, requiring for us to put our thoughts, skills and effort together. It would be nice if we succeed all the MCMC physical targets this year. But for me, the true reward is not in achieving those targets although they matter the most in term of avoiding the contractual penalties and maintain TM’s integrity at the top. What is more important is that nobody will be more skillful in removing bottlenecks as we plough through IPLC and Broadband crisis, and richer in terms of the experience of undergoing the process of “managing chaos”  before us. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the proponent that in time when tremendous demand is placed upon us, we have to be radical in our thinking and innovative in our approach to work. In fact it is our earnest desire to see TM pervasive in its culture for radical ideas, innovative in implementing those ideas, and relentlessly pursuing a culture that is continuously seeking a synthesis, a balance between the old guards and the young turks, a synergy between the old wisdom and the new, and the harmonious “chaos” in solving the daily problems. We are truly blessed indeed that all these demands have somehow created the very culture I mentioned. Today we are tougher than before and I do not think it is an overstatement that Network Operations today is more customer-focused, more responsive to the needs of the staff, and a lot more aggressive in its key initiatives than before. In fact we are about to witness the emerging of new ethos, and a positive culture that potentially will push us for higher efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, technology is becoming more the determinant that will steer most companies to success. A so we buy the digital switches, computers, routers, SDH, NGN etc. To me these technologies will be useless up and until the prevailing culture in Operations is pervasive enough to accept and operate at an intersection that will generate revenue and profitability for TM. You may ask, “…an intersection of what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the industry that we are in, it is the “intersection” between infra, equipment &amp; devices, and the human factor. Let us take the public payphone service as an example. For us to provide the service, there should be an infra which include cable plants and switches, there should be a device(…the payphone equipment itself) properly fitted to the booth, and there should be a dedicated team of technicians to ensure proper maintenance and cleaning of the payphone done to provide good hygiene and service availability. We should immediately notice that revenue generation will be impaired once any one of the three is missing. Since revenue and other opportunities are lying at this intersection, it would be natural then that the better and more effective we manage the intersection, the more money we will make. The challenge for all of us therefore is to facilitate the flow of radical ideas, either from the staff or through team brainstorming session, ideas radical enough to capitalize the intersection. The next challenge would be in harnessing the immense creative energy of the staff in transforming/implementing those ideas into revenue potential (…sometimes it can be cost-saving, quality improvement or image building). The third and the biggest challenge of all is to strike a balance of the resources we have around us.(…people, materials or otherwise) so that there will be a synthesis of effort towards achieving common objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you identify a few of these intersectional opportunities? If you can’t, try doing it in group of five to eight. I guarantee you will have plenty. There’s nothing magical about it, its just the synergy of working in a team. After all would there be a better world in the absence of interdependency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a tight year-end and a BP06 that further emphasize cost saving, the only fallback for us is to heed the advice of Dr. Covey’s “..do first thing first”. Let us prioritize everything from expansion to operations to maintenance and more so our lives. So that the little that we have can be be maximized in its entirety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-113333899769573124?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/113333899769573124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=113333899769573124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/113333899769573124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/113333899769573124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/11/battling-future.html' title='Battling the future'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112827062437750870</id><published>2005-10-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:30:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaban a.k.a Gavan</title><content type='html'>For those who born on early 80's, i bet they could definitely recognized Gaban, our greatest childhood hero. Gaban's identity might be unique, coz around that time, not much of tv programs about heros except the famous Ultraman, compared to now where there are thousands of so-called heros. All because in the yesteryears, we only have 3 tv stations in operations if compared to hundreds of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/gavan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall back the memories, I was nick-named gaban since form one, for the reasons that i could not remember. Its all started by the seniors of course. Staying in boarding schools, i guest most of us have their nick name. Growing up among friends for five years and being call by nick names among us, might have made them a habit. Thus, the nick name remains as we further study and even after started working. I could tell most of my friends couldn't easily recall my real name but they could-very-easily retrieve my image from their sereberum within micro seconds when they hear gaban... funny thing aren't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaban's Spaceship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/gabanspaceship.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny nick names of my frens are "rumet" (which originates from room-mate), "cicok", "apek" "apong" "gejeh" "poye" "poknab" ...... and the list continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to gaban....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who can't quite remember, i could refresh a lil bit. Gaban was a japanese man, which has the capability to change himself to be a superhero by changing into his hi-tech attire or "baju gaban" within "0.05 saat" ...&lt;-- thats the trademark. His enemy (Don-horo), whos continuously causing chaos to mankind by releasing many types of monsters or "raksaksa" to be precised. Thus Gaban will be the world-saver by destroying all the monsters without fail, in every episode (as far as i could remember, gaban never fails). Every time, Gaban fights those monsters, Don-horo will turn the earth axis to make it spins on the opposite direction, which was called "ruang angkasa setan".. Gaban will then seek help from his "kereta perisai" or Naga Gaban to help him travel through out the "ruang angkasa setan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/gabankeretaperisai.jpg" alt="Kereta Perisai"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/naga.jpg" alt="Naga Gaban"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside there, the raksaksa's strength would increase twice, but Gaban would never have difficulties since he has a secret weapon which called "pedang gaban". Once Gaban have activated "laser stabilt" (which made his pedang turns shining blue), that will mark that the fight has come to an end. Every monster or raksaksa had never escaped from being destroyed, once gaban had attack with "pedang gaban, potong dua"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats may be just a part of childood memories bout super hero, that i believed may stays impertinent in my memories - at least not until everyone stops calling me with that nick name (which i guest would never happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/gabanmimi.jpg" alt="Gaban &amp; Mimi"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112827062437750870?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112827062437750870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112827062437750870' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112827062437750870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112827062437750870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/10/gaban-aka-gavan.html' title='Gaban a.k.a Gavan'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112789238880510937</id><published>2005-09-28T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:26:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mencari Cinta @ TV3</title><content type='html'>Last night i've finally had the opportunity to watch this "controversial" program, unintentionally. I was switching the channels and when i came thru TV3, it was mencari cinta. The comments i've read on papers, email bout this program was indeed very true. It was VERY HARD to keep watching even for 5 minutes, all coz it triggered such uneasy vortex in my stomach which made me felt like vomitting. buekk..... I just can't figured out how the guys in there have lowered their dignity to expose their desperation on finding a so called "love". Having their egos being "raped" by letting thyself to be thrown out as trash when they were deemed unwanted by the girl. and still, they nakedly swallowed all the humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhh...are there a lot of desperate guys out there? ohh lord.... have mercy thy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112789238880510937?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112789238880510937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112789238880510937' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112789238880510937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112789238880510937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/09/mencari-cinta-tv3.html' title='Mencari Cinta @ TV3'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112758084377511228</id><published>2005-09-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:56:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAC Farewell</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all for organizing farewell for me and other SAC staff, especially BKS Committees (Aida, Zaiti, Yati, Sue). Not forgetting all you guys in 1090, it's been a great experience and pleasure working with all of you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/DSCF2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the Cakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/DSCF2244.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager Contact Center SAC 1090 to be... (the one on the left hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/DSCF2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112758084377511228?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112758084377511228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112758084377511228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112758084377511228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112758084377511228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/09/sac-farewell.html' title='SAC Farewell'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112757991606562956</id><published>2005-09-24T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:42:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KOTMA XIII</title><content type='html'>These were the winning memories in Kejohanan Olahraga Telekom Malaysia (KOTMA XIII) in Terengganu earlier this month. It's been quite sometime i've not participate in any tournament, thus i'll mark this as the new beginning/return of myself. Looking forward to break some record in the coming KOTMA XIV which will be in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kontingen Selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running for gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podium for gold medalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incentives from Dato' Malek.. Selangor Chief De Mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Quartet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112757991606562956?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112757991606562956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112757991606562956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112757991606562956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112757991606562956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/09/kotma-xiii.html' title='KOTMA XIII'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112757937948485162</id><published>2005-09-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:30:21.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sis's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Dear sis, i wish you an everlasting happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/wed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112757937948485162?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112757937948485162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112757937948485162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112757937948485162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112757937948485162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-siss-wedding.html' title='My Sis&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112330130885206293</id><published>2005-08-05T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T09:28:10.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering Altitude</title><content type='html'>Date     : July 31st 2005 &lt;br /&gt;Time     : 4.45 am&lt;br /&gt;Location : 6° 5' N; 116° 36' E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this date, i have finally set foot on South-East Asia's highest peak - Mount Kinabalu at the elevation of 4095.2 m above sea level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahasuci allah atas keindahan alam ciptaan Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/100_3017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conquerers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/100_3014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highest Phonebooth in Asean perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/100_3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112330130885206293?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112330130885206293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112330130885206293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112330130885206293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112330130885206293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/08/conquering-altitude.html' title='Conquering Altitude'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112314166934258846</id><published>2005-08-04T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:48:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Actually my birthday was on 13th July, i wanted to post this earlier but since soo busy with preparation to kinabalu and problems with this blog, only now i could post it. Anyway, would like to thank everyone that came, and to ajon, thanks for the "spirulina" cake. My birtday wish.... let me keep it to myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/bday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos are courtesy of Mr Nasran "the proffesional photographer in the making" hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112314166934258846?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112314166934258846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112314166934258846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112314166934258846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112314166934258846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112117815886677178</id><published>2005-07-12T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T12:26:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teranung kitee....</title><content type='html'>If there's a single word to describe a driving trip to terengganu, it is "insane". But thats only if you are driving at night. If you appear to drive at daytime, then it would be "great". Night drive thru Karak was absolutely sucks. Luckily Cheeps with his stupid jokes and Ajon minimized the boredom. Cheeps then took over from Temerloh to "Mengabang Telipot" - what a name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning i drove cheeps to his hometown. What a loser, jalan balik umah sendiri pon tak ingat ka?? heheh sorry cheeps, no offence budd. The barbeque that night was fabulous, fresh fish, traditionally marinated drumsticks and most important was, by the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^newly found techniques to lighting up fire for barbeque grill ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast next day was even better, the true taste of "nasi dagang", at the price of 2 bucks, and the teh-o was 70 cents.. huhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar Kepayang, when your throw a glance from it's outside, you may think that it's just the same as other traditional "pasar", but in the inside, don't be surprised if you found shops which displays "Visa/Mastercard Accepted", plus..lots of friendly innocent chicks invites you to stop by their shoplots:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even learned how to make "rokok daun" from one makcik a.k.a old timer there..it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu beaches are marvelous, they're the kind of beaches that you won't expect to come across by the roadside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i rated the trip as 7.8 out of 10. Might come back some time to explore "more" of Terengganu. And as for souveneir to you readers, here's the funny pic of a sleeping cat taken at Temerloh pit-stop, on the way back to KL..cheers - ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/blog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112117815886677178?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112117815886677178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112117815886677178' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112117815886677178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112117815886677178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/07/teranung-kitee.html' title='Teranung kitee....'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-112052984683056381</id><published>2005-07-04T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:17:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindromes</title><content type='html'>I've been staying in cyberia for nearly 2 weeks now since moved out from seri kembangan. The problem is, i have these sindromes EVERY morning and EVERY night eversince staying there. At night i caught IMSOMNIA which caused me nights of unpleasent sleeping that dragged to another sindrome - "WAKING UP late". I can't really tell what caused it. Might be the new surrounding or anything else. But i really (i mean REALLY) hope this'll end soon, coz i really need to be back on "track". God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-112052984683056381?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/112052984683056381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=112052984683056381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112052984683056381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/112052984683056381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/07/sindromes.html' title='Sindromes'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111900113096589788</id><published>2005-06-17T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T02:47:19.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Mockingbird??</title><content type='html'>What's so special about mockingbird that made it so popular and being adopted to be icons of story books, songs and even the state of florida's bird? At a glimpse, nothing seems special by its looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/mockingbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the most conspicuous specialty of the bird is that they are able to imitate the song of many other birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eminem, he coroneted his song after the mockingbird to express his guilt upon his childs on failing to be a good dad. It's quite hard to think of the relevency of mockingbird to his song, since only at the end-part of the song he did mentioned on that bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Harper Lee, he exploited mockingbird as his motivation to write one of his bestselling masterpiece "To Kill A Mockingbird". The story takes place in Alabama in the Depression, and is narrated by the main character, a little girl named Scout Finch. Her father, Atticus Finch, is a lawyer with high moral standards. She and her brother, Jem, and their friend Dill are intrigued by the local rumors about a man named Boo Radley who lives in their neighborhood but never sets foot from his house. Legend has it that he once stabbed his father in the leg with a pair of scissors, and he is made out to be a kind of monster. Dill is from Mississippi but spends his summer in Maycomb at a house near the Finches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/mockingnovel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children are curious to know more about Boo, and create a mini-drama to enact which tells the events of his life as they know them. They slowly begin moving closer to the house itself, which is said to be haunted. They try leaving notes for Boo on his windowsill, but are caught by Atticus, who firmly reprimands them. Then they try sneaking to the house at night and looking through its windows. However, Boo's brother, Nathan Radley, who lives with him, thinks he hears a prowler and begins firing his gun. The children get away, though Jem loses his pants in a gate. When he returns, his ripped pants have been folded and roughly sewn up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other mysterious things happen to the Finch children. A certain tree near the Radley house has a hole in which little presents are often left for them, such as pennies and chewing gum. When they leave a note for the giver of these gifts, Boo's brother plugs up the hole the next day with cement. The next winter brings unexpected cold and snows, and the house of the kind neighbor Miss Maudie catches on fire. While Jem and Scout, shivering, watch the blaze from near the Radley house, someone puts a blanket around Scout. She doesn't realize until afterwards that Boo Radley must have been the one to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atticus decides to take on a case involving a black man named Tom Robinson who has been accused of raping a very poor white girl named Mayella Ewell, a member of the notorious Ewell family, who belong to the layer of Maycomb society that people refer to as "trash." The Finches all face harsh criticism in racist Maycomb because of Atticus's decision to defend Tom, but Atticus insists upon going through with the case because his conscience could not let him do otherwise. He knows that Tom has almost no chance, because the white jury will never believe his story, but he wants to reveal the truth of what happened to his fellow townspeople as well as expose their bigotry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scout and Jem find themselves whispered at and taunted, and they have trouble keeping their tempers. At a family Chirstmas gathering, Scout beats up her cloying relative Francis when he accuses Atticus of ruining the family name. Jem cuts off the tops of an old neighbor's flower bushes after she derides Atticus, and then as punishment he has to read out loud to her every day while she breaks her morphine addiction. Atticus holds this old woman up as an example of true courage: the will to keep fighting even when you know you can't win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for the trial draws closer, and Atticus's sister Alexandra comes to stay with the family. She is proper and old-fashioned and wants to shape Scout into the model of the Southern feminine ideal, much to Scout's resentment. Dill runs away from his home, where his mother and new father don't seem interested in him, and stays in Maycomb for the summer of Tom's trial. The night before the trial, Tom is moved into the county jail, and Atticus, fearing a possible lynching, stands guard outside the jail door all night. Jem is concerned about him, and the three children sneak into town to find him. A group of men arrives ready to cause some violence to Tom, but Scout runs out and begins to speak to one of the men, the father of one of her classmates in school. Her innocence brings them out of their mob mentality, and they leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trial pits the evidence of the white Ewells against Tom's evidence. According to the Ewells, Mayella asked Tom to do some work for her while her father was out, and Tom came into their house and forcibly beat and raped Mayella until her father appeared and scared him away. Tom says that Mayella invited him inside, then threw her arms around him and began to kiss him. When her father arrived, he flew into a rage and beat her, while Tom ran away in fright. According to the sheriff's testimony, Mayella's bruises were on the right side of her face. Tom Robinson's left arm is useless due to an old accident, whereas Mr. Ewell leads with his left. Given the evidence, Tom should go free, but after hours of deliberation, the jury pronounces him guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the verdict is unfortunate, Atticus feels some satisfaction that the jury took so long deciding‹usually the decision would be made in minutes, because a black man's word would not be trusted. Atticus is hoping for an appeal, but unfortunately Tom tries to escape from his prison and is shot to death. Jem has trouble handling the results of the trial, feeling that his trust in the goodness and rationality of humanity has been betrayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Mr. Ewell has been threatening Atticus and other people connected with the trial because he feels he was humiliated. He gets his revenge one night while Jem and Scout are walking home from Halloween play at their school. He follows them home in the dark, then runs at them and attempts to kill them. Jem breaks his arm, and Scout, who wearing a confining costume, is helpless throughout the attack. However, the elusive Boo Radley stabs Mr. Ewell and saves them. Scout finally has a chance to meet the shy and nervous Boo. The sheriff declares that Mr. Ewell fell on his own knife so that Boo won't have to be tried for murder. Scout walks Boo home. He goes inside and she never sees him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the lengthy bla..bla..bla.. yet, I'm still clouded by the question - "WHY MOCKINGBIRD"? Help me anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111900113096589788?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111900113096589788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111900113096589788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111900113096589788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111900113096589788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-mockingbird.html' title='Why Mockingbird??'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111830248474187916</id><published>2005-06-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:42:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickle IQ Test</title><content type='html'>Your IQ score is 126 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Intellectual Type is &lt;strong&gt;Visual Mathematician&lt;/strong&gt;. This means you are gifted at spotting patterns — both in pictures and in numbers. These talents combined with your overall high intelligence make you good at understanding the big picture, which is why people trust your instincts and turn to you for direction — especially in the workplace. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/mathematician_s.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take the test, logon to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the test, then you could measure your IQ against world's population mean IQ, based on chart below (source:http://www.fourmilab.ch) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/iq2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111830248474187916?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111830248474187916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111830248474187916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111830248474187916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111830248474187916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/06/tickle-iq-test.html' title='Tickle IQ Test'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111830131359831701</id><published>2005-06-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:15:13.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot the not</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/Image175.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111830131359831701?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111830131359831701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111830131359831701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111830131359831701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111830131359831701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/06/spot-not.html' title='Spot the not'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111822011680324014</id><published>2005-06-08T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:41:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Best Pick-up Lines</title><content type='html'>1) Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?&lt;br /&gt;2) Is it hot in here or is it just you?&lt;br /&gt;3) Can I have directions? ["To where?"] To your heart.&lt;br /&gt;4) If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.&lt;br /&gt;5) Is your daddy a thief? ["No."] Then how did he steal the sparkle of the stars and put it in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;6) Can I borrow a quarter? ["What for?"] I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the girl of my dreams. OR: I want to call your mother and thank her.&lt;br /&gt;7) I lost my phone number, can I have yours?&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?&lt;br /&gt;9) Was your dad king for a day? He must have been to make a princess like you.&lt;br /&gt;10) How was heaven when you left it?&lt;br /&gt;11) I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;12) Are you lost? Because heaven's a long way from here.&lt;br /&gt;13) Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you have a map? I just get lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;15) Baby, you're so sweet, you put Hershey's outta business.&lt;br /&gt;16) I didn’t know that the stars came out during the day too, until I looked into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;17) You must be from Pearl Harbor, 'cause baby, you're the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;18) There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off of you.&lt;br /&gt;19) (Check her shirt tag. When she asks "What are you doing?") Checking to see if you were made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;20) I would use a pickup line, but I'm sure that, looking as good as you do, you've already heard it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111822011680324014?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111822011680324014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111822011680324014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111822011680324014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111822011680324014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/06/20-best-pick-up-lines.html' title='20 Best Pick-up Lines'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111777303131986759</id><published>2005-06-02T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:30:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic version of ED</title><content type='html'>Last saturday aku balik taiping, then terjumpa lak gambar nih. My mum said that it's 1.5 year old of ED sitting on her lap and the lower ones is 3 year old ED. Funny, i can't see the similitude of the classic ED and the current ED  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/ed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111777303131986759?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111777303131986759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111777303131986759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111777303131986759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111777303131986759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/06/classic-version-of-ed.html' title='Classic version of ED'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111639666338875845</id><published>2005-05-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:11:03.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celcom3G - TM Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>The launch of Celcom3G services marks a new era in mobility for Malaysia, which sent signals for greater things to come from TM in very near future. For more informations on Celcom3G, visits http://3g.celcom.com.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/celcom3G.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111639666338875845?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111639666338875845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111639666338875845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111639666338875845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111639666338875845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/celcom3g-tm-moving-forward.html' title='Celcom3G - TM Moving Forward'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111630422906794288</id><published>2005-05-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:14:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.H.D</title><content type='html'>“&lt;em&gt;Kalau kamu beroleh kebaikan (kemakmuran dan kemenangan maka yang demikian) menyakitkan hati mereka, maka jika kamu ditimpa bencana, mereka bergembira dengannya. Maka jika kamu sabar dan bertaqwa, maka tipudaya mereka tidak akan membahayakan kamu sedikit pun. Sesungguhnya pengetahuan Allah meliputi segala apa yang mereka lakukan”.&lt;/em&gt;  Ali Imran, ayat 120&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111630422906794288?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111630422906794288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111630422906794288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111630422906794288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111630422906794288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/phd.html' title='P.H.D'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111630356818933152</id><published>2005-05-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:19:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 97</title><content type='html'>Last sat opened an opportunity to meet up with old friends of Class of 97. Quite a number came in "different" appearences (especially kat perut) hehehe.. Biasa la itu menunjukkan cukup makan hehehe. By the way, glad to meet up with all of you guys, dug up old memories of yesteryears... Keep in touch guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/smach_futsal.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111630356818933152?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111630356818933152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111630356818933152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111630356818933152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111630356818933152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/class-of-97.html' title='Class of 97'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111501638938764002</id><published>2005-05-01T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:55:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merintis Kemungkinan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/640/TM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/TM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Generation Of TM &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111501638938764002?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111501638938764002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111501638938764002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501638938764002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501638938764002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/merintis-kemungkinan.html' title='Merintis Kemungkinan'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111501423508259203</id><published>2005-05-01T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:30:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of The Sith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/640/starwars3poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/starwars3poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge of The Sith &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111501423508259203?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111501423508259203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111501423508259203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501423508259203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501423508259203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/revenge-of-sith.html' title='Revenge of The Sith'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111501415889748037</id><published>2005-05-01T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:16:37.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Episode III</title><content type='html'>After three long years of relentless fighting, the Clone Wars are nearly at an end. The Jedi Council dispatches Obi-Wan Kenobi to bring the deadly leader of the Separatist droid army to justice. Meanwhile, back on Coruscant, Chancellor Palpatine has grown in power. His sweeping political changes transform the war-weary Republic into the mighty Galactic Empire. To his closest ally, Anakin Skywalker, he reveals the true nature of power and the promised secrets of the Force in an attempt to lure him to the dark side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111501415889748037?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111501415889748037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111501415889748037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501415889748037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501415889748037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-episode-iii.html' title='Star Wars Episode III'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111501362491194987</id><published>2005-05-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:35:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal - Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/640/DCP_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/DCP_0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal Time &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111501362491194987?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111501362491194987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111501362491194987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501362491194987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111501362491194987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/05/futsal-once-upon-time.html' title='Futsal - Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111413340615429504</id><published>2005-04-21T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:41:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth of Prophet Muhammad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geonology of Prophet Muhammad SAW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ancestral line of the Holy Prophet ( peace and blessing of Allah be upon him) is the noblest and purest of all in the whole world. This is the hard fact that could not be denied by anyone of his enemies and the infidels of Makkah. Abu Sufyan (may Allah be pleaded with him), even in his state of infidelity, acknowledged it before the Roman emperor, although, at that time, he was anxious to find any fault with the Holy Prophet, if any chance permitted him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pedigree from his paternal side is: Muhammad, son of Abdullah, son of Abdul Muttalib, son of Hashim, son of Abd Munaf, son of Qusayy, son of Kulab, son of Murrah, son of Ka'b, son of Lawie, son of Ghalib, son of Fehr, son of Malik, son of Al-Munfa, son of Kanana, son of Khuzaimah, son of Mudrikah, son of Ilyas, son of Mudar, son of Nazir, son of Ma'd, son of Adnan, Upto this, there exists a consensus among the Ummah about the pedigree, but there is a difference of opinion from here to Prophet Adam( peace be upon him). Therefore, it is being ignored here. And from his maternal side the Holy Prophet's ancestral line is: Muhammad, son of Aminah, daughter of Wahb Abd Manaf, son of Zohrah-bin-Kulab. It indicates that his parents lineage joins with Kulab-bin-Murrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pre-Birth Blessings of the Prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the all-pervading light and red glimmer of the dawn fore-tells the rising of the sun before its actual appearance, similarly several events happened around the world insinuating his advent when the rise sun of prophet hood draw nearer. The scholars of Hadith and the historians call them " Irhasat".&lt;br /&gt;According to the statement of the Holy Prophet's mother, when she conceived him, she was given glad tidings in her dream that the child she had conceived would be the leader of the Umma, and that she should name him Muhammad and offer this supplication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birth of the Holy Prophet S.A.W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a unanimously agreed fact that he was born during Rabi-ul-Aewwal (a month of Islamic Calendar) in the year, when the people of the Elephant (The King of Yaman had attacked Baitullah ) attacked Baitullah (The House of God), whom the Lord of the universe defeated through the swarms of swallows as briefly mentioned in the Holy Qur'an. In reality this event of the Elephant was also a preamble of the blessings of the Holy Prophet's birth. His place of birth is the house which was later possessed by Muhammad bin Yousaf, the brother of Hajjaj (Seerat Mughaltai : p. 125). Some historian have written that the event of the Elephant happened on 20th April, 517 A .D., which connotes the Prophet Muhammad ( Peace be upon him) was born five Hundred and seventy one years after the birth of prophet Jesus Christ (peace be upon him).&lt;br /&gt;Ibne Asakir, Imam of Hadith ( an authority on Hadith) had briefly recorded the history of the whole world like this : ( the Period intervening Prophet Adam and Noah ( Peace be upon him) is one thousand and two hundred years ; the term of period intervening between Noah (peace be upon him) and Abraham ( peace be upon him) is one thousand one hundred and forty two years; the interval between Abraham ( peace be upon him) and Moses (peace be upon him) consists of five hundred and sixty-five years ; that between Moses and David, it is five hundred and seventy two years ; that between David (peace be upon him) and Jesus Christ it is one thousand, three hundred and fifty-six years and the gap intervening Jesus and the last Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) is six hundred years. According Messenger of Allah ( peace be upon him) is of five thousand and twenty years. The well-known saying is that the prophet Adam ( peace be upon him) lived on this earth for nine hundred and sixty years, As such the last of the Prophet, the Prophet Muhammad ( peace be upon him) appeared on the global scene in this world approximately after six thousand years i.e. in the seventh thousand years. ( Tareekh Ibn Asakir P.19.20 Part -1)&lt;br /&gt;In short, the 12th Rabi-ul-Awwal of the year, in which the people of the Elephants had attacked, was a unique day in the history of the world, because it was on that day when the very object of this universe the real purpose of the regular rotation day and night, the pride of Adam and his posterity the secret of the protection of the Noah's ark, the supplication of Abraham and the pivot of the prediction of Moses and Jesus i.e. our renowned master, Muhammad the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him), graced this world with his benign arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111413340615429504?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111413340615429504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111413340615429504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111413340615429504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111413340615429504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/04/birth-of-prophet-muhammad.html' title='Birth of Prophet Muhammad'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111374320473396292</id><published>2005-04-17T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T06:06:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/640/hp_main_sheridan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/hp_main_sheridan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111374320473396292?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111374320473396292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111374320473396292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111374320473396292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111374320473396292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/04/desperate-housewives_17.html' title=''/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111335984852043490</id><published>2005-04-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:37:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>Have you guys watch this new desperate but yet marvelous series? If you haven't you better get it. Last Saturday i went to Ceepox after our squash game in the morning, and copied all 17 episodes of it. I started watch it at 2 pm and guest what? I can't stop it until I watched all the 17 at 2 am in the morning. Just can't get enuff of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me give you some hint bout this series. This primetime soap with a truly contemporary take on "happily ever after," this new hour-long drama takes a darkly comedic look at suburbia, where the secret lives of housewives aren't always what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down on her friends and family isn't a way of life for Mary Alice Young (Brenda Strong) … it's a way of death. One day, in her perfect house, in the loveliest of suburbs, Mary Alice ended it all. Now she's taking us into the lives of her family, friends and neighbors, commenting from her elevated P.O.V. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her small circle of girlfriends are wondering why one of their own would do something so rash… and so messy. There's Susan Mayer (Teri Hatcher), the divorcee and single mom who will go to extraordinary lengths for love; Lynette Scavo (Felicity Huffman), the ex-career woman who traded the boardroom for boredom, mixed with moments of sheer panic as the mother of four unmanageable kids; Bree Van De Kamp (Marcia Cross), the Martha Stewart on steroids, whose family is about to mutiny; and Gabrielle Solis, the ex-model with everything she's every wanted – a rich husband, a big house – so what is she doing with John, the 17-year-old gardener (Jesse Metcalfe)? And there are her neighbors, including serial divorcee Edie Britt (Nicollette Sheridan), whose romantic conquests have everyone buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the men: Hunky new neighbor Mike Delfino (James Denton), a supposedly widowed plumber who has Susan and Edie vying for his attention; Rex Van De Kamp (Steven Culp), who's just told Bree he wants a divorce; Gabrielle's better half, Carlos (Ricardo Antonio Chavira), who figures he bought his wife a $15,000 diamond necklace, so she should do whatever he tells her; as for Mary Alice's newly-widowed husband, Paul (Mark Moses), there must be a reason why he's acting so suspiciously – and why he's digging up the pool in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her unique vantage point, Mary Alice sees more now than she ever did alive, and she's planning to share all the delicious secrets that hide behind every neighbor's closed door in this seemingly perfect American suburb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Cherry is executive producer and writer. Michael Edelstein and Tom Spezialy are executive producers, and Charles Pratt Jr. is consulting producer of the series, from Touchstone Television, and i just LOVIN it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111335984852043490?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111335984852043490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111335984852043490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111335984852043490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111335984852043490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/04/desperate-housewives.html' title='Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111286694194176403</id><published>2005-04-07T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:25:11.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were The Days</title><content type='html'>You grew up watching He-man, Transformers, Thundercats, Silver Hawk, Space Cop Gaban, Ultraman, and Mighty Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja Turtles, M.A.S.K and Smurfs too. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in primary school after recess time. You squatted by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brushed your teeth with a colourful mug. Remember the days when the school nurse comes with a list for the dentist appointments, the sound of the drilling when your friend has a fill in his tooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the packets of milk(Project Susu Segar) and Milo we get in primary school to encourage us to drink more milk. And when we had to line up just to get one cup, and some of us would line up again for another cup of cold milo. And remember we use to buy susu sekolah and get stomach-ache the next day. During primary(some KBSR &amp; 3M) school days, the teacher will punish you using a long ruler to hit your palm. A bowl of noodle soup cost only 40c in primary school days. Vitagen's bus will come twice a year,and everybody will try to get the chance to sneak out of class .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were in primary school, girls like to go to the bookshop to buy cute stuff such as animal erasers, sharpeners, notebook etc. Play with these paper doll... with all the paper clothes.. etc etc. In secondary (some KBSM)school, girls go to the library to borrow their favourite romance storybook. In secondary school, girls altered their school skirt to shorten it and guys will go to the school appointed school uniform tailor shop to tailor make their school trousers to the then fashionable "baggy pants" , or the GQ one with all the 'batik' or buckle at the edge of the pocket! The straight cut jeans.. or corduroy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school days, you buy the Bata BM Turbo or Pallas Jazz school shoes. Some guys like to wear those china made ankle high shoes. Some even like to wear those very thick socks with their school shoes. Remember the panda, careferee or warrior shoes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet? E-mail? What the hell is that? So you thought a decade or more ago.The most you have is ICQ. Your friends don't have pagers or handphones in school. CDs? What's that? Cassette tapes were the norm. Movie tickets used to cost less than $5 last time. there is no KLCC.. pertama or bukit bintang the only place we have.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodies from Mama shop used to be Mamee, Ka ka,Kum Kum, Ding Dang choco balls (with toys in the box) + the Mat Sentul voices as a jingle, colourful hard "egg", "cigarette" chocolate, pink bottle of bubbles, and small tubes with yellow sticks to blow "more lasting" bubbles that you can pop more air in or slam it on. You never forget 'Ti Kam'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When exams are over, the board games (eg: UNO, Monopoly, CLUEDO) &amp; hand held video games will be all over the class room. Girls will start playing 'batu seremban'. Guys with 'tudung botol oren'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite sound is the bell! For it's the homemade ice cream man. The cream that tops Haagan Dazs! The pink colour ice-cream with eyes plus a wide smile. Another bell is the recess bell, a time to get away from school work and to eat. And do remember that when there is no electricity, the Machai@pengawas will go around the school and goes clanging the manual bell...Another time when there is no bell but all guys will anxiously wait for it...The PJ, PE time(time for football) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite childhood games were playing "guli"(marbles), five &lt;br /&gt;stones, zero-point, catching, and/or "Pepsi-Cola one two three"! The &lt;br /&gt;best thirst quencher of all times is the yummy colourful ice tubes you can buy from provision shops. To eat them, break the tab and suck while holding the freezing tube! All gals had barbie dolls, My Little Pony, pound puppy, Polly Pocket and etc, while all boys had star wars &lt;br /&gt;figurines or a rubber band catapult that shoots folded paper or eraser bits. Once was the era whereby ice-cream sticks were valueable items, then came the paper aircrafts, chalk fights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone envied the class monitor and his assitant, cos they were the &lt;br /&gt;ones who came up with the daily duty roster, giving names to teacher on who makes the most noise and who's running around the class. The elite group are the prefects, the one with license to move around, they consider themselves above the law when not many students actually listened to them, and that's when the PK HEM comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some boys made their own guns from wood,and used 'Bacali' as the &lt;br /&gt;bullets. Some even used matches to shoot and burn kids'lanterns during Latern Festival misses Moero Attack much.. summersault berkembar!!... hehehe.. still remember this one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the 70's..early 80's babies... WE RULE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that brings back fond memories =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111286694194176403?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111286694194176403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111286694194176403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111286694194176403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111286694194176403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/04/those-were-days.html' title='Those Were The Days'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111222920635527613</id><published>2005-03-30T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:33:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berenang Bersama Teh E</title><content type='html'>Last saturday aku bawak these 2 budak comel, but yet soo nakal to KGSAAS ajar diorang berenang. They are my nieces Mimi &amp; Nani. Mula-mula dua-dua takut nak masuk kolam sebab quite dalam, but then when they saw their Teh E (aku la) seronok sangat mandi, terus hilang takut then terjun. So far dah boleh stay afloat..so next lesson, nak ajar diorang godek godek kaki cam itik lak hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111222920635527613?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111222920635527613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111222920635527613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111222920635527613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111222920635527613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/berenang-bersama-teh-e.html' title='Berenang Bersama Teh E'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111222858204492844</id><published>2005-03-30T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:23:02.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/kolam.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/kolam.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces Nani &amp; Mimi, mari belajar berenang bersama Teh E&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111222858204492844?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111222858204492844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111222858204492844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111222858204492844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111222858204492844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-nieces-nani.html' title=''/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111206324526054205</id><published>2005-03-28T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:38:23.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Eros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about the passion!&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, you're currently in love.&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong physical response to love...&lt;br /&gt;And you are great at committing &lt;br /&gt;(As long as the person makes your toes curl!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111206324526054205?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111206324526054205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111206324526054205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111206324526054205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111206324526054205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-love-style.html' title='My Love Style'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111206217642006640</id><published>2005-03-28T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:32:44.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seduction Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charismatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beyond seductive, you're downright magnetic!&lt;br /&gt;You life live and approach seduction on a grand scale.&lt;br /&gt;You have an inner self confidence and energy that most people lack&lt;br /&gt;It's these talents that make you seem extraordinary - and you truly are!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11302598-111206217642006640?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111206217642006640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111206217642006640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111206217642006640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111206217642006640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-seduction-style.html' title='My Seduction Style'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111104051022391843</id><published>2005-03-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:21:50.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/mmulogo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/mmulogo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world class University&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111104051022391843?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111104051022391843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111104051022391843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111104051022391843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111104051022391843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/world-class-university.html' title=''/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111104026857038956</id><published>2005-03-16T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:29:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid Off !!</title><content type='html'>Just last night i received the result for masters engineering's final semester exam. After a month of suffering, waiting anxiously whats the result gonna be finally it's like God have answered my prayer. No more worries, just the sense of relief. When i reflect back from the very start of the course, i was amazed with my self, how i've gone through the sweet, suffer and bitterness. But in the end, everything were PAID OFF !! I can already taste the smell of convovation.. but it's definitely will never stop here. This journey is not yet ended, but it is  only the begining for the next road to success. Way to go for PhD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is not a destination, it is a journey that never ends"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111104026857038956?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111104026857038956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111104026857038956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111104026857038956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111104026857038956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/paid-off.html' title='Paid Off !!'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111104023097716855</id><published>2005-03-16T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T22:17:10.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/Moment.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/Moment.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment will keep repeating&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111104023097716855?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111104023097716855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111104023097716855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111104023097716855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111104023097716855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-moment-will-keep-repeating.html' title=''/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111079329978142920</id><published>2005-03-14T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T01:41:39.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azraie &amp; Azrina's Wedding</title><content type='html'>I arrived just on time pengantin laki tgh berarak ke rumah Gna. Quickly run masuk compound rumah Gna to get the best angle to take the vids. Captured various angle pengantin atas pelamin, than get out to interview several friend for their ucapan for Arai &amp; Gna. Both of them bagaikan pepatah melayu "Duduk sama tinggi, berdiri sama sama lagi tinggi" hehe Neway to Gna and Arai, Selamt Pengantin Baru and semoga berbahagia ke akhir hayat. Haahh?? aku?? bila pulak?? Lepas raya!! Tapi tahun bila tak tau lagi hehe :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111079329978142920?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111079329978142920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111079329978142920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111079329978142920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111079329978142920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/azraie-azrinas-wedding.html' title='Azraie &amp; Azrina&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111079270239004540</id><published>2005-03-14T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T01:31:42.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/AraiGna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/AraiGna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru Arai &amp; Gna&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111079270239004540?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111079270239004540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111079270239004540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111079270239004540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111079270239004540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/selamat-pengantin-baru-arai.html' title=''/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111045898288072233</id><published>2005-03-10T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T04:49:42.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Do we possess any of these qualities?? -' It is reported that the Prophet Muhammad (SAW) said: My Lord gave me nine (bits of) advice and I give them to you. He advised me: To be sincere whether in private or in public, To do justice whether in anger or in happiness, To be moderate whether in riches or in poverty, To join (in relations) with those who (try) to cut me off, To give to those who deprive me, To forgive those who do wrong to me, That my silence be thoughtful, That my speech be mindful (of Allah), That my vision be to take admonition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111045898288072233?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111045898288072233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111045898288072233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111045898288072233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111045898288072233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111039411898182157</id><published>2005-03-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T10:48:38.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Learn The Song</title><content type='html'>To love a person in to learn the song&lt;br /&gt;That is in their heart&lt;br /&gt;And to sing it to them&lt;br /&gt;When they have forgotten&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111039411898182157?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111039411898182157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111039411898182157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111039411898182157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111039411898182157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-learn-song.html' title='To Learn The Song'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111028608643642549</id><published>2005-03-08T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T04:48:06.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Cancerian??</title><content type='html'>The most sensitive man and the  weakest emotional type in all Zodiac. Most Artists are Cancer. Cancer is  controlled by the "Moon" and the moon change it's shape daily, so Cancer  man's emotional and moods change all the time too. You will confuse with him  and yet it is his constantly changes that "Charm" you. He never go to get  what he wants directly, but he will wait for a chance and opportunity to do  so. Once he gets what he wants, he will not loose it, except if he get tired  of it by himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sensitive man who can not stand rejection. He  cares what other people feel or think of him. He hates loosing face and he  tends to over protected himself, so sometimes people might think he is a  cold person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifted, creative, imaginative, is Cancer. A mystery and  complexity play a major role in a life of a Cancer man. He could be very  funny, very quiet, suddenly very sad. Living with him could be very  unexpected, for you will not know what is his next mood. If you like  excitement and surprise, you have the right guy and never have a chance to get bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of his home as "nest" and it is the safest place for  him. If he feels hurt or depress he will stay at home alone quietly. Once he  feels better, he will come out of his retreat and lives normally again.  Being a looser is not him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to fall in love with this guy because he is gentle and a very polite guy. His wit and creative mind  could win your affection. He will come out from his nest to protect you even  if he is not opening himself up to other people much. Not many people will  win his heart. His security is only when he has money in his pocket. Once he  feels secure then he might think of having a happy family. Even he likes to  make and keep money, he is not stingy. Spending money is part of! his good image, so he will be happy to spent money to take you out to a very  expensive &lt;br /&gt;restaurant or buy a jewelry for you. Certainly when he has money  OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is possessive to everything's that he thinks belong to him. Don't try to talk to another cute guy in front of him, he will get suspicion  because he is not very secure or confident in himself for this kind of  competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you know each other too much, he will start to look for new excitement, but not to worry for he will always think of you. If he  thinks you are the true love for him, and you try once to disappear. You  will be sure he will come and look for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a shy guy, but if  he likes you. You can get up in the morning and see that he is in front of  your house everyday till you go out with him, a very persistent  guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes a secure, cheerful and lively woman, confident but at the  same time always act proper and appropriate. He likes a secure w! oman, but  able to adjust to his rapid changes. A very difficult type to find woman  indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, you and him will be so sugary sweet together  and he will only think of you. This so "super romantic" will not last  forever, so don't slip this chance. If you are the one who want his  interest, then act and make yourself interesting. Be a supportive person and  give him compliment sometimes, but not too much till he thinks you are not  sincere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many other Zodiac, if he is mad then you better get out  of that room. He will calm down by himself. Giving him a slight touch on his  shoulders or concerned facial expression are enough. He loves his mother,  so try to be his mother favorite, but do not act like his mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111028608643642549?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111028608643642549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111028608643642549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111028608643642549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111028608643642549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/am-i-cancerian.html' title='Am I Cancerian??'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111025764399562421</id><published>2005-03-08T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T05:12:44.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/DSCN20672.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/37/3993/320/DSCN20672.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next CEO In-The-Making&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111025764399562421?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111025764399562421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111025764399562421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111025764399562421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111025764399562421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/next-ceo-in-making.html' title=''/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111026247867703110</id><published>2005-03-07T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:14:38.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male -vs- Female Brain! Is This True??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 60.00% Female, 40.00% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true guys???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&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/11302598-111026247867703110?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111026247867703110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111026247867703110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111026247867703110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111026247867703110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/male-vs-female-brain-is-this-true.html' title='Male -vs- Female Brain! Is This True??'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11302598.post-111025535858159820</id><published>2005-03-07T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T03:48:00.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've always like tuesday. Its like the best day of the week (exlclusive of sunday la kan). The sick feeling and mental-model-of-Sick-leave monday fades. Inner self-determine built up motivation and emerged as the driving force to bring up the joy-of-being at the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11302598-111025535858159820?l=eddnasri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/feeds/111025535858159820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11302598&amp;postID=111025535858159820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111025535858159820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11302598/posts/default/111025535858159820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eddnasri.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ED</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506647710201467029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/eddnasri/edMinimalistic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
