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      <title>Silverlining to Triumph</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2005 17:13:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Upon hearing Singapore emerges as champion for the fifth Tiger Cup, I wonder how could such a country which is smaller than Malacca become superpower of football in this region. Perhaps Malaysia should pick some points to ponder, looking back for a while in particular during the era of 60's - 70's as ranging from the agility of Ghani Minhat, the speed of M Karathu to the maestro of Mokhtar Dahari. I am not the diehard fan of Malaysian soccer but the sweet victory of Singapore really pinches my thought on how success could be achieved if we never stop trying for betterment.</description>
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      <title>Wish to Be Hero</title>
      <link>http://idaman.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2004 09:57:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The childhood age often seems interesting, full of fantasy coupled with joy and mesmerising memoir. Becoming a hero was one of that 'feeling good' period as the Marvel-comic players such as Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Iceman, Flash and many more made an impact. Samurai was with no exeption also inclusive in the list, bearing a classic Japanese warrior with that typical hat yet deadly as it could be used by swirling around to break down the enemy's agility.


I happened to come across these words which somehow made me to figure out of something beyond my ordinary yet realistic. Have a... (more)</description>
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      <title>Good Friends</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2004 15:51:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>A friend in need is a friend indeed.  I am not sure which should come first be it in need or indeed as both ends with capital “D”. Perhaps one day I know how does the in need friend looks like. This poem brings me something to ponder about the latest friend I happened to know.
 
Good friends are hard to find
Good friends are easy to love
Good friends are presents 
that last forever and that feel 
like gifts from above
 
Good friends are one in a million
Good friends are stories to share
Good friends know the path to your happiness 
and they walk with you all the way there
 
Good... (more)</description>
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      <title>Self Retreat</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2004 10:01:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>“Wa Allahi Zhonnuka Lan Yughniya Shaiaan ‘An Al-Maidah Hazih,” replied a friend of mine, an Afghanistani upon asking me about the taste of the meal. We were about to have lunch that day and it was synonymous to have a blank stare at the meal I was to enjoy. 
“Azhonnu An Al-Maidah Kulluha Mutasawiya,” my thought responding to his query on how fine the meal was. My Arabic was not that proficient yet those days still echoing, the beauty of student’s life. Finally, we end up on our own way enjoying the bun as he always did whilst the crispy hot tapioca chips was mine.
That was approximately... (more)</description>
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      <title>Of Poignant and Casualty</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2004 04:32:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>During the Year of Sorrow, our beloved prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) had gone through those days with courage, accepting all the mishaps as the fate of God the Almighty. Muhammad’s (pbuh) lament began by the departure of his beloved wife, Khadijah, relatively followed by his grandfather, Abu Talib whilst his son, Qasim wrapped up the agony. Indeed, Muhammad (pbuh) was a great leader by example, not letting his sadness gets over his prudent. Muhammad (pbuh) is a good example for all time, a blessing to all mankind.
For me, sadness comes by the end of Ramadan. This is the only month for... (more)</description>
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      <title>Power</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2004 10:07:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Many senators opposed the plan of boundary expansion to Habsburg (the contemporary Austria and Germany) but to Julius Cesar, the success brought glory to Roman Empire. Eventually he succeeded as the Latinic saying &quot;veni, vedi, vici&quot; (I came, I saw I won&quot;) he uttered upon the triumph had been embedded in the pack of world class fine cigarette, Marlboro. Julius Cesar was a powerful figure of his time and he therefore was a power-driven.



Although that happened long way back to 400 B.C, human desire, passion and enthusiasm never expire. Instead, they are all the living-things that never... (more)</description>
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      <title>Miracle</title>
      <link>http://idaman.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2004 09:47:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>There are plenty jokers out there trying to make fool. Sometimes they get me too and I were very dissappointed. Anyhow, I feel much better now only should I get through all those fools. But how do those fools look like?


They conjure in many variances. Some in the form of having bad time while the rest are tangible. For instance an accident, run out of money and anything which the fact is anonymous. The moment I go through those fool, I learn a lot and the way I eventually get through was the miracle to me. 


Although that does not sound better, I perceive it in many ways. For example,... (more)</description>
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      <title>Dulu</title>
      <link>http://idaman.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2004 20:36:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Terasa sudah lama kita tidak bertemu


Seperti dulu suatu zaman itu


Bersua...


Berkongsi cerita suka dan bergelak ketawa


Juga tidak lupa kisah duka bersulam air mata




Masa...


Keadaan...dan ketentuan


Tidak mengizin kita untuk terus bersama




Apa yang kita pernah rencanakan hanya...


Mampu menjadi suatu catatan




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      <title>Syukur</title>
      <link>http://idaman.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2004 07:42:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Kadangkala apabila kita bersendirian, kenangan datang menggamit yang mampu membuatkan kita tersenyum mahupun terfikir sejenak. Kenangan, pengalaman, pengajaran kesemuanya adalah perkara yang telah berlalu yang tidak dapat dinilai dengan wang ringgit.



Hari raya tidak terlepas daripada kelompok nostalgia ini. Saya cuba meraikan hari raya seperti orang lain meraikannya. Begitupun, barangkali atas kenangan lalu, hari raya kali ini adalah kesinambungan daripada hari raya beberapa tahun sebelum ini. 



Apapun, saya perlu bersyukur kerana diberi peluang untuk meraikan hari raya dengan hati... (more)</description>
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      <title>My MAK</title>
      <link>http://idaman.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2004 08:39:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Aidilfitri is approaching. This round of Aidilfitri would mark the 8th year of Mak's departure to her final destination... to Allah God Almighty. Undeniable it is not the same celebration eversince. For those who still have their mothers around, seize the chance, take care of them...let them know that they are loved. There're so many things I wanted to say and do for Mak...too bad not enough time. 

However, raya is still raya...an evergreen raya song from Malaysian talented good looking gentleman.



Satu Hari Di Hari Raya 


Satu hari di Hari Raya

Ku lihat cahaya bersinar... (more)</description>
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