<?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-1951281310206807383</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:55:17.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 unread massage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-752758684964307886</id><published>2010-01-19T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:49:14.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat on a cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.picshag.com/pics/012010/cat-on-a-cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;see it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(post by Phillis on Freaky Deaky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-752758684964307886?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/752758684964307886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=752758684964307886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/752758684964307886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/752758684964307886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2010/01/cat-on-cat.html' title='Cat on a cat'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-3950932827598479064</id><published>2009-11-18T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:49:31.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w174/BlueStar795/Backgrounds/Project%20Playlist%20Skins/sweet-black-acoustic-guitar-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Black Guitar Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still remember when i'm going to one of my friend house... the thought in my head is just his guitar....argh, sumpah tah pasal2 sanggap benda tu...it's felt so long walking too his house...before, me and my friends just went back from a futsal game. i don't know where to go. so i headed to his house(malas balik rumah kot). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and yes, the time has come. i am at his house. OK, where's the guitar(hah! cari2)...? hah! tu pon die..eeh2..sabar2...hey i need to solat first, where? it's asar already... ok, Allahhuakbar! (jangan lupa). finish...hah, guitar2! cepat...ler, adek die main plak...argh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xpe, sabar separuh daripada iman...but dalam kepala otak( guitar!guitar!)...for about 5 minutes, ergh..cant hold it...tup.tap.tup.tap...dik pinjam jap. hah? blh2, nah..fuh, lepas....gereng.gereng.gereng.......em.......dik, cane nak main ni ha?(HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;die x tau main rupa nya? macam ni....then the guitar tuisyen started. fee: free....about a minutes later, i know how to play (yeah). then.... kring2...halo! basit balik la... mak kat dpn ni....pap. haiyoh..potong stim la...bru tgh syok. tp nak buat cane kn... ok geng got to go! jumpe hari sabtu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yeah, from that day till now, i'm still sanggap nak menatang tu...if anybody's heart is like an angel...please give me one...i'm begging you...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...tengah rajin, nak buat macam mana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-3950932827598479064?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3950932827598479064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=3950932827598479064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/3950932827598479064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/3950932827598479064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-one.html' title='I want one'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-7625987450474521073</id><published>2009-10-13T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:45:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Game Of The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kombinasi game spiderman, GTA, The Hulk, Assassin's Creed dan banyak game lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just see it to believe it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/calender%20year" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b234/Chaoz_juzzz/screenshots/yearlyview.png" border="0" alt="year view calender Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So....do tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-7282099566470206869?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7282099566470206869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=7282099566470206869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/7282099566470206869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/7282099566470206869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-your-month.html' title='Whats your month?'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b234/Chaoz_juzzz/screenshots/th_yearlyview.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-7034599504941175226</id><published>2009-03-15T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:07:36.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; wa sudah lama la.... x update ini blog. mmg agak lama. sbbnya adlh simple, x tau nak tls ape. lg satu ble ditls tap!tap!tap! ok pnt ar rht jap. ar pas2 rht sampai bile2. dh x update dh. sbb tu ramai yg bertanye, sudah lama tidak update blog, knp? its being so long you did not update your blog, why? dan byk lg lah soalan yg ditanya. same ade sensetivity die tinggi atau rndh. sume ade. siap di bahagikan kpd pakej yg tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok, tu je kot.... dah xde pape lg nak tl s rse nye. lgpon mls sungguh hndk menulis lg dh nie. ok lah, bile2 prsaan mls nak update hlg nnt bru aku tls blk. kesimpulannya, tunggu je la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-7034599504941175226?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7034599504941175226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=7034599504941175226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/7034599504941175226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/7034599504941175226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-long-time.html' title='very long time...'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-2138538126990919299</id><published>2009-01-17T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:09:42.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow! memang byk bende bru we thn nie... heish. ok, we stat from 1 than continue on 2, 3 and 4 and so on...ok jom stat.bende per-1. sebagai bdk form 4 subjek mesti laen... ade la yg msh same, tp pertambahabn memang kepale otak die byk...dgn physic , chemistry add math dan byk lg la... x prlu aku ckp sume. korang dh tau. but i still try to do all this. u dont know if u dont try an...btl x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ke-2 plak. yg aku rse cume skola aku je yg ade....(rse nye la) iaitu WAFDUL AMIN. bende nie sebena nye program. program nie kite gi tmpt yg kite nk...pastu kite berdakwah ngan melaku kn aml jaria'ah di sane. kite juge jd ank angkat penduduk di sane sampai program tu abis. tu je. senang kan... mmg la, kate mmg senang. dh la kene cari duit sendri. pastu kne buat keje tu la...keje nie la... ar pastu aku plak cane blh jd setiausaha program nie...adui2! tp xpe... all of this is good. from this we can get experience...not just a little. but many experience we will get...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. we go online...eh bukan, silap2. we go on tu the next agenda. ok yg ke-3 ...eem ape ye rse nye, dh xde kot. hehehe.... klu ade lg nnti aku tls lg ye... lgpon aku th mls nk tls skang nie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-2138538126990919299?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2138538126990919299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=2138538126990919299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/2138538126990919299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/2138538126990919299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-things.html' title='new things....'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-2684955768474902530</id><published>2008-12-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:16:35.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unlucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/unlucky%20day" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o168/lunar88/BluBoy__Daily___UnLucky_Day_by_bluB.jpg" alt="unlucky Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/12- hari ini aku bangun pukul 10.30. bagun terus pegi mandi. lepas mandi terus bukak komputer. bukak komputer bace komik. usha blog. myspace. dan lain-lain. lepas beberape minit bapak panggil. 'jom kluar, pgi makan'. pegi ajak adik2 pastu kluar satu kluarga. waktu tu ari tgh panas. gile tak tahan aku. tapi terpakse gak kluar sebab lapar nak mampos. objektif laen kluar nie sebenarnye bukan nak makan je. nak antar mak aku gi meeting kat mane tah.pegi makan dkt2 dgn tmpt mak aku punye meeting. sewaktu kitorang sume tgh makan. mak aku dpt sms. dlm tu kate umah aku masuk org. arr!? masuk org! mknn sampai.kitorang mkn cpt2. lps tu mak aku trskn ke agenda die. aku dgn kluarga blk cpt2. tgh2 on the way tu blh plk byk jln jam. argh! psl ari nie gak nk jam camni. last2 sampai gak umah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat umah bibik aku tgh nangis. kate nye 'itu org, die masuk dr tpi itu'. Tepi? tepi mane tah die nie. waktu tu adik paling kecik aku tidor sewaktu kitorang dlm perjalanan balik. aku ngan adik lelaki aku masuk ltk adik kecik aku. ayh aku ngan adik2 aku yg laen kluar jap. pgi beli kunci. supaya security die lbh skit. aku duduk umah try tanye bibik aku ape yg terjadi. die cerita waktu tu die tgh bsh tandas kat ats. die dgr ade org msk dlm blk mak aku. die pon pegi tgk. mmg btul. ade org. bibik aku tanye. ' awak sape?'. 'saya kawan tuan rumah nie' org tu jwb.'kalau awak kwn bapak knp awk msk dlm bilik bpk?' bibik aku tanye lg. waktu tu org tu tgh pegang tong tabung adik aku. pastu die ltk. tgn sblh die ade pisau. bibik aku ckplh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu org tu lari turun.bibik aku kejar. di ketok org tu dgn tong tabung adik aku tadi. tak sakit. die terus lari kluar. kat luar kene lagi. kali nie dgn penyapu. pastu die kluar pgr msk kete. bibik aku jerit2. kereta. motor. tak berhenti. die try carik org kat masjid. waktu org tdi dah belah dah naik kete. tak jumpe org. die try kat jiran2 pulak. last2 bru ade org bg tau mak aku.camtu lah citer die. citer bibik aku lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bape minit pastu ayah aku blk. kunci sume pintu yg rse tak selamat.pastu kitorng sume check ape yg hilang. check.check. ade bende yg hilang.tpi yg pelik nye duit je. duit ayh aku dlm bilik. duit adik aku dlm tabung dkt2 100 lbh. duit aku 60 ringgit. duit adik aku jugak 2 ringgit.pastu sume barang bibik aku. cume handpon je tak.pelik. tah biarlah. pastu bapak aku mule langkah berjaga2. bapak aku suruh kire sume duit yg disimpan kat umah utk disimpan kat bank. dah abis sume tu. mak aku call. katenye dah abis meeting. bapak aku ngan adik2 aku pegi amik. aku tak ikut. duduk umah. naik atas. bukak komputer. boring. turun. tengok tv. waktu tgk tv aku nmpk bibik aku nangis lg. tah pape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu masa berlalu seperti biase. mlm tu kitorang sume kluar blk. pegi mkn mlm.sebelum kluar bibik aku ade bg 20 ringgit kat aku suruh beli topap. eeh? pelik nye knp sume duit nye seringgit2. pelik btul.  pastu bibik aku tanye. 'sume orang pegi ke?'. takut kot.tah biar lah die. dlm krete mak aku try tanye kwn die.die nie engineer.tp mcm ustaz skit2.die tau klu ade bende pelik dlm org ke. org curik bende ke. die tau lah skit2. die try tanye. die ckp try tanye bibik tu. die ade tau sesuatu . pastu sume org ade rse pelik kat bibik tu. aku pon terfikir blk duit 20 ringgit yg die bg tadi. die bg duit sume dlm seringgit2.  mane die dpt duit seringgit2. di ade kumpul duit kecik ke. biase nye klu orang yg byk duit kecik nie mesti duit bapak bg buat pegi skola ke. duit baki lps pegi beli brg ke.yg pelik nye die mane pegi skola.klua pagar umah pon x pnh.pastu sume rse cam sebenarnye xde pon orang masuk. rse cam bibik tu yg curik duit ngan die pandai2 je   reka2 citer sume nie. dkt dlm kete. kitorang mule lah ckp psl bibik tu. die nie la. die tu la. sampai kat kedai mkn pon ckp lg. dan stat mlm tu kitorang mule dh tak bape percayekn bibik tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-2684955768474902530?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/2684955768474902530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=2684955768474902530' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/2684955768474902530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/2684955768474902530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2008/12/unlucky-day.html' title='An Unlucky Day'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-945307675576149681</id><published>2008-12-10T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:12:37.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOBs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've heard that my friend have gotten a job in McDonald. that's is only what I've heard.  doesn't really know it's  true or not.And my other friend who got a job at Tasik Titiwangsa i think. he got a job in a garage. fixing a remote control car.Apahal secara mengejut aku berbicara didalam bahasa mat saleh ini.Aku pun tak tau lah.Dah dah jom sambung cerita tadi.Seterusnya pulak aku dengar salah sorang kawan aku jugak mahu berkerja.Tempat tu kat mane tah aku tak ingat.Nama company pun dah lupa. argh tu tak penting.Nak di jadikan sebuah cerita beliau tidak dapat kerja tersebut.ye la, mane nak dapat klu pegi 3 4 orang skali. beliau ajak geng kawan konon nak tolang bagi semangat skit. tolong ar skit2, first time an...(sori ee klu beliau terasa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya nie bukannya apa yang nak di ceritakan.Aku nak cerita sebenarnya  tentang perkerjaan. kawan2 aku ramai nak berkerja.Katanya boring takde bende nk buat kat rumah. tulah sebab diorang nak cari kerja.Aku pun ada gak berfikir nak carik kerja.Tapi... tak tau lah.Rasanya begitu malas skali.Tapi ada kalanya bagus berbuat demikian daripada duduk kat rumah teperap jer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hish...tak tau lah.What do you think? Should i find one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-945307675576149681?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/945307675576149681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=945307675576149681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/945307675576149681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/945307675576149681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobs.html' title='JOBs'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-7566654120200560231</id><published>2008-11-19T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:20:09.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story About A Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/phone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i146.photobucket.com/albums/r252/Puppetslayer/1220312662229.jpg" alt="Cell Phone Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! argh! aku kene menang! argh!.... bang! bang! si*l ko! asik ko je menang...! 'hahaha' gelak beliau. 'si*l, asyik dier je menang' hati ku berucap sewaktu ke cuba lagi skali mengalahkan kawan ku dalam game Call of Duty 4 ini. susah gile nak kalahkan die, tak tau arh kenapa. 'we cepat arh call die ni...'seseorg didlm blk yang sdg kami khusuk maen game tetiba berkata. 'sabar arh, aku kene fikir ayat dulu...' seorg lagi yang juga berada didlm bilik itu berkata. ape lah yang diorg memekak tu...bising arh, kacau org maen game je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok weh, aku dh call dh nie... tut! tut!. tut! tut!. 'hello...'satu suara yg keluar dpd henpon kwn ku itu. 'ergh hello' kwn ku menjwb 'namer ko faridkn...?[nie namer samaran jer, beliau tidak mahu di kenali] 'aar...yer' farid menjawab.' ko camne skang? sihat?' kwn ku memulakan perbualan 'err...sihat' beliau menjawab. dengan selambanya kawan ku mengata 'sebenarnye aku dah lamer tak puas ati ngan ko nie...' eerh, knp pulak nie...?' suara farid kedegaran cuak 'aku denga ko dh kerek skang niekn... bajet hebat aar' dgn suara yg agk tinggi kwn ku berucap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farid pun menjab dgn suara yg tergetar2 ' ya allah... saper nie?' yg 2 ko x perlu tau' dgn selamba kwn ku menjawab 'we, aku tau ko tinggal kat maner...  umah ko kat u.k perdanakn?' yer...sape nie bg tau la...' dier menjawab. ' nnti aku nk jumper ko kat dpn umah ko tpt kul 12 a.m. dtg tau.. klu x, siap ko...' tap, kwn ku pon trs tutup henpon dier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dgn serta-merta bilik yg ku sdg maen game tu riuh-rendah. sume geng kwn ku gelak cam nk mati. ape lg, aku pon ikt skali la gelak. gile kesian mamat tdi, punyer cuak gile suara die... die 1 batch dgn aku gak. tp, die 2 cume lmbik skit ar...( itu org kate ar...) slps 300 saat, kitorg pon berhenti gelak, difikir-fikrkn balik kesian plk die... jd kitorg cdg nk call die guner henpon laen...&lt;br /&gt;mule2 saje nk tau keadaan die camne, ok ke tak( tp aku denga cam tgh cuak giler gaban) tp las2 bg tau gak...tp ade cover2 gak ar... kwn ku yg mule kan idea yg b***ang nie bg tau yg die bg no die(farid) kat kwn die srh kacau...saje2 jee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stlh selesai 1 kes aku pun mengajak kwn ku yg tadi sdng khusuk bermaen game dgn aku, maen game tdi semula. sdg kami maen game... ' we cpt arh bg no laen pulak, tgh best doh...'&lt;br /&gt;bermula lah semula idea dajal mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-7566654120200560231?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/7566654120200560231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=7566654120200560231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/7566654120200560231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/7566654120200560231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-about-phone-call.html' title='A Story About A Phone Call'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951281310206807383.post-3374991435259442916</id><published>2008-11-11T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:30:59.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Call It Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/music%20icon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii116/sHaTtArEdDrEaMs/Icon%20Banners/Music.jpg" alt="Music Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat ku masuk ke dalam bilik ku, ku menghempas beg ku dan terus baring di atas katil. setelah lama ku berangan, perasaan 'boring' mula dirasai oleh ku. Secara tiba-tiba, jari telunjuk ku bergerak ke arah radio dan menekan button 'on'. Dengan serta-merta bilik ku digema dengan nyanyian daripada kumpulan 'Hujan' dengan lagu yang bertajuk 'Dugaannya'.&lt;br /&gt;Perasan ku dibuai oleh lagu tersebut. Tetapi perasaan itu telah digangu oleh satu suara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Apa yang kamu dengar? music? apa itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Begitulah ayat yang diucapkan oleh suara tersebut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pernahkah kamu terfikir apa sebenarnya yang kamu sedang menghayati itu?.&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Ada yang mengatakan ia adalah suatu inspirasi yang perlu diwujudkan dalam setiap insan. Ada juga yang mengatakan ia adalah sesuatu  yang mengacau insan supaya mereka lalai dalam urusan mereka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. For me is an art that connect us together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Ini adalah apa yang ku rasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; tak betul? apa yang ku kata kan ini adalah salah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha... setiap manusia di beri akal fikirannya sendiri. Jadi setiap apa yang difikiran adalah berlainan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. maksudnya tak semestinya sama...terpulanglah kepadanya untuk menentukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951281310206807383-3374991435259442916?l=namakubasit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/feeds/3374991435259442916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951281310206807383&amp;postID=3374991435259442916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/3374991435259442916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951281310206807383/posts/default/3374991435259442916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namakubasit.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-call-it-music.html' title='People Call It Music'/><author><name>AhmadAbdulBasit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01090397915331117709</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdX9ShGTbb4/StNsp0PVHRI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmcAVaasZw4/S220/DSC00076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii116/sHaTtArEdDrEaMs/Icon%20Banners/th_Music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
