<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968</id><updated>2009-12-02T06:52:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zakhir's Zoo</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a simple man with complicated circumstances, needs and wants .............</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-7014304491370730640</id><published>2009-03-08T10:34:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:38:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's probably me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOp-HWe3vI/AAAAAAAAB6o/c4TJfB_NOfI/s1600-h/MJ2N5644_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310775270190276338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOp-HWe3vI/AAAAAAAAB6o/c4TJfB_NOfI/s320/MJ2N5644_resize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Reciprocity&lt;/span&gt;.That is something I learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often enough, one hears the saying "Man is not an island". However, that is something not entirely true. I did feel that I am an island. Whether its by design or circumstantial, it hardly matters. Being 'marooned on an island', is good enough feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a life where everyone and everything is interconnected. So many people remind us not to be 'living in an island'. So, what does it mean by being interconnected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so often, we tell ourselves these sort of things. But we never learn, do we? Or is it we blind ourselves with other virtues, of which most probably means nothing to others. At least, maybe we ourselves feel strongly about it, in our own expectations on how the world should evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOqTUwYOtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ObdbYBB0ORM/s1600-h/Bar+Council+forum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310775634565806802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOqTUwYOtI/AAAAAAAAB6w/ObdbYBB0ORM/s320/Bar+Council+forum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, should we evolve around the world or otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will find the answer to that. As for now, I hope I will learn this time. At least, a little while longer than I should have the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We face issues in life. Sometime, we could handle them. Most of these instances, we fail. More often than not, its over-bearingly too complicated for us to hold on, by ourselves. If and when that happens, what do we do? Wait for help? How would help come if people are not aware we need help? Ask for help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if when expected to be helped or even supported, we are put in a situation where people, whom we thought matters to us, felt they are neither in a position of convenience nor under no obligation to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOqzbGqelI/AAAAAAAAB64/uWsv8NmDF6A/s1600-h/At+PLF+11VIII08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310776186025704018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOqzbGqelI/AAAAAAAAB64/uWsv8NmDF6A/s320/At+PLF+11VIII08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should in our life, we expect some sort of extension on other people's kindness and generousity, especially at the times when we felt we need it most? Is that too much to ask, from people whom we thought 'matters to us'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, for over twenty years keeps reminding me "Paddle your own boat!". This happened before and every now and then, keeps coming back. I guess, this is life. Especially in the materialism world of cosmopolitan Kuala Lumpur today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOyEhTv-0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/pEr4LE9d06Q/s1600-h/Blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310784176330373954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOyEhTv-0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/pEr4LE9d06Q/s320/Blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend used to remind me, "You are the sort of soldier who I want to be with in a fox hole at the front lines". Has this 'reliability' finally expired, for virtues that were never in my system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, of late, I ponder within myself on the virtues of 'loyalty', 'faith', 'sincerity' and 'expectations'. Of course, I did not find the answer. Either I am not looking hard enough or not smart enough to figure it out. I used to be resolved on the stance that I am prepared to take. Nowadays, sometime I am not sure. My confidence level now is somewhat in territories so unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOzLQnJT5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/e8OksYJPK3Q/s1600-h/Pondering.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310785391619035026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOzLQnJT5I/AAAAAAAAB7I/e8OksYJPK3Q/s320/Pondering.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Incidentally, I came to a junction of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ry4iwzS4Na0"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;being 'wishful thinking'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. "It is a positive trait", someone said. But it also somewhat being not true to oneself. Hypocrisy to your ownself????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final analysis, it comes back down to your ownself. My problem now, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;IF &lt;/span&gt;I think about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;myself first&lt;/span&gt; before my surrounding, isn't that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;? Then again, my environment does not seem to care, when I needed it most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell should I do now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times, Sting rendered it best. I know how Martin Riggs, despite being a fictitous character, must have felt. &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://bigdogdotcom.wordpress.com/2007/03/17/its-probably-me/"&gt;"Its probably me"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUYI7kIR0S4"&gt;title track for "Lethal Weapon III"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P/S: I think Sting, Eric Clapton and Dave Grussin should do more songs together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5712285627748986968-7014304491370730640?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/7014304491370730640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=7014304491370730640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7014304491370730640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7014304491370730640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-probably-me.html' title='It&apos;s probably me.....'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SbOp-HWe3vI/AAAAAAAAB6o/c4TJfB_NOfI/s72-c/MJ2N5644_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-8829334399638250605</id><published>2009-02-05T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:24:29.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attending Global Financial Crisis Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYm-4NRHukI/AAAAAAAAB6A/z_6Zu0NoWQk/s1600-h/P1030008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYm-4NRHukI/AAAAAAAAB6A/z_6Zu0NoWQk/s320/P1030008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298976309421521474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was given the opportunity to attend the Global Financial Crisis Forum. It was organised by National Chambers of Commerce and held at the Nirwana Ballroom, Crowne Plaza Mutiara, Kuala Lumpur. It was officiated by fourth prime minister Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: With Dato' A Kadri Jasin and Tan Sri Sanusi Junid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYnAdZKYb7I/AAAAAAAAB6I/ZF493tK9uHM/s1600-h/P1030033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYnAdZKYb7I/AAAAAAAAB6I/ZF493tK9uHM/s320/P1030033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298978047781269426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The panels include captains of industry, major players and representative of the joint chambers of commerce. They gave an update, insight and opinion from their industry and their macro view and strategy how and what to do, for the nation to embrace and plan on and against the global financial crisis that is badly hitting the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas ranged from stimulus package that will and should be introduced by the Government and structural changes in the economic system, to ensure that all the plans are sustainable. Criticism on the financial and banking system also include credit availability and accessibility, especially for the small businesses. Tun Dr. Mahathir confirmed that the banking system were not  too interested to develop the small businesses.&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/5712285627748986968-8829334399638250605?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/8829334399638250605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=8829334399638250605&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/8829334399638250605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/8829334399638250605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2009/02/attending-global-financial-crisis-forum.html' title='Attending Global Financial Crisis Forum'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYm-4NRHukI/AAAAAAAAB6A/z_6Zu0NoWQk/s72-c/P1030008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-3240218675494331475</id><published>2009-02-02T01:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:52:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palestine poetry recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXX9winDWI/AAAAAAAAB5o/KyIw-udsd-M/s1600-h/P1010455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXX9winDWI/AAAAAAAAB5o/KyIw-udsd-M/s320/P1010455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297877992673316194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I attended a special poetry recital for the Palestinians in Gaza, now under invasion by the ruthless Zionist regime of Israel. It was held at Pena House, in Jalan Dewan Bahasa, Kuala Lumpur. The theme is "Dibawah langit Gaza" (Under the Gazan sky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: The MCs were Farah (TV 9 compere) and Aziz Desa (former TV 3 MHI host)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXZWclyaZI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8bHt1yw1_Lo/s1600-h/P1010451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXZWclyaZI/AAAAAAAAB5w/8bHt1yw1_Lo/s320/P1010451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879516326291858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;From Left: Salahuddin, yours truly, Bang Ramli and Rocky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event was previous discussed when Dato' Ahmad A. talib invited me for tea with Ramli "Papa Rock" Sharif few weeks ago. So many artistes, laureates, activists and celebrities showed up in support for their Gazan brothers, now under extreme hardship and pain. I see this to remind ourselves that we should do more, to alleviate the suffering of the Gazans. TV9 covered the event whilst the NSTP fund of Gaza collection box was passed around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXZ7RX1QuI/AAAAAAAAB54/eertj39oICI/s1600-h/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXZ7RX1QuI/AAAAAAAAB54/eertj39oICI/s320/P1010453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297880148970128098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I am in the company of fellow bloggers Ahirudin "Rocky" Attan, Nuraina A. Samad and Salahuddin "Mao" Hisham, who previously wrote for a pro UMNO portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: The "twins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Prepacked food was prepared. It was a very good evening indeed (Despite having the sniffles and body aches; signs of a flu attack creeping up, I still brave the discomfort to show support for an artistically humanitarian cause).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God be with the Gazans and may the sun shine again on the land, very soon.&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/5712285627748986968-3240218675494331475?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/3240218675494331475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=3240218675494331475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/3240218675494331475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/3240218675494331475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2009/02/palestine-poetry-recital.html' title='Palestine poetry recital'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SYXX9winDWI/AAAAAAAAB5o/KyIw-udsd-M/s72-c/P1010455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-6310175140380028757</id><published>2009-01-18T01:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:54:05.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &amp; Akhramsyah in the same Astro Awani "Analisis Awani"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SXIVSvfrxkI/AAAAAAAAB3U/QyOOYV_g33M/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SXIVSvfrxkI/AAAAAAAAB3U/QyOOYV_g33M/s320/P1010062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292315923844941378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was invited to appear on Astro Awani's "Analisis Awani" again this evening. This time, it was about the commentary on the Kuala Terengganu P36 Parliamentary by-elections, which is polled whole day today. I was pitted with MCA Youth Dr Jeffrey Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Right: I'm pointing at angle, just before the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SXIbLRYKV1I/AAAAAAAAB3c/9Rj6qYcRcAc/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SXIbLRYKV1I/AAAAAAAAB3c/9Rj6qYcRcAc/s320/P1010069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292322392571008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I managed to persuade my buddy Akhramsyah Muammar Ubaidah Sanusi to be in the live forum together. He instantanously agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Akhramsyah the bidan terjun guest who did rather well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very interesting discussion indeed, although each of us had not much to say as the show included live feed from  journalist Suhaimi Sulaiman in Kuala Terengganu and phone interview with a UKM politics professor.&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/5712285627748986968-6310175140380028757?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/6310175140380028757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=6310175140380028757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/6310175140380028757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/6310175140380028757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-akhramsyah-on-samer-astro-awani.html' title='I &amp; Akhramsyah in the same Astro Awani &quot;Analisis Awani&quot;'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SXIVSvfrxkI/AAAAAAAAB3U/QyOOYV_g33M/s72-c/P1010062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-2872328687237387867</id><published>2009-01-14T02:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:00:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having tea with the icon of spiritual rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzs2vj7M2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/zgBnVc2HtPc/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzs2vj7M2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/zgBnVc2HtPc/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864087477728098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had an exhilarating experience this evening. I was invited to have tea with an icon of Malaysian classical rock. Former NST Editor-in-Chief Dato' Ahmad A. Talib invited me for a chat with Ramli Sharif, in Bangsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Dato' Mat and I admiring a rock legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzuA_P8kRI/AAAAAAAAB20/sIivV3rLlHE/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzuA_P8kRI/AAAAAAAAB20/sIivV3rLlHE/s320/P1010024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290865362999218450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Dato' Mat called me this evening to invite, I thought it was in passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: The "twins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when I showed up and both of them were there, I simply can't believe my eyes. I get to sit and chat up a classical rock icon, who somewhat  influenced my formative adolescence years in MRSM. His music, with deep philosophical and spiritual innuendos made going through a difficult time of changing phases something slightly more meaningful. Not forgetting, landmarks to remember by.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzu2jttClI/AAAAAAAAB28/DlMr441CK-g/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzu2jttClI/AAAAAAAAB28/DlMr441CK-g/s320/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290866283320773202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: I and the "twins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting second form when I first heard the inspiring voice of Bang Ramli rendetation and purist rock melody "Kamelia", during his Sweet Charity days. Then in third form, it was the album Penunggu. Then a year later, Batu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzvrUHo02I/AAAAAAAAB3E/qowsl8gV3KA/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzvrUHo02I/AAAAAAAAB3E/qowsl8gV3KA/s320/P1010029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290867189667648354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A moment later, Rocky and Nuraina joined us. That brought the chat even livelier. Especially, when Rocky and Ramli looked almost like twin brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Nuraina and Rocky joined the chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chat revealed things that really unlocked some of the amazement Bang Ramli brought into my music enrichment phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzylwTi3cI/AAAAAAAAB3M/4X3aVzpvwls/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzylwTi3cI/AAAAAAAAB3M/4X3aVzpvwls/s320/P1010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290870392689450434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Right: The legend known as 'Papa Rock'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Ramli then talked about his band Sweet Charity, celebrating its 40th anniversary. They are planning a nationwide concert tour. All of us agreed that it will be a hit, especially people in our generation. Then again, Dato' Mat is also convinced that Bang Ramli's music even hit a note of people much younger than all of us at the table. Amazed and dazzled, I tend to agree with Dato' Mat. He is indeed a classical rock legend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an evening to remember.&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/5712285627748986968-2872328687237387867?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/2872328687237387867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=2872328687237387867&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/2872328687237387867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/2872328687237387867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-tea-with-icon-of-spiritual-rock.html' title='Having tea with the icon of spiritual rock'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWzs2vj7M2I/AAAAAAAAB2s/zgBnVc2HtPc/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-526945095722470039</id><published>2009-01-08T12:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:01:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the future of NCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWQUPOec5I/AAAAAAAAB1s/Q5UZsmlhWjs/s1600-h/P1000611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWQUPOec5I/AAAAAAAAB1s/Q5UZsmlhWjs/s320/P1000611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288792014775546770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was in Taiping over the last weekend. I was asked to speak to a group of 11 year old boys, under a special program to develop them into 'gentlemen'. They were carefully selected from the boondocks within the NCER and placed in top schools within Taiping. It is a pilot project where the first intake of 60 boys were admitted recently and the orientation program started pre-2009 school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right: The NCER boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWQoHS4G0I/AAAAAAAAB10/pYneeVec-MM/s1600-h/P1000610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWQoHS4G0I/AAAAAAAAB10/pYneeVec-MM/s320/P1000610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288792356243905346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Akram in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The road trip was done with my good friend, Akramsyah Sanusi. We made stopovers at Kampar and Kuala Kangsar. We also hooked up with friends in Taiping. The journey all the way up and down the North South Highway was through bad, moonsoon weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Provisions for school being systematically prepared by the NCIA officials, minus one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWRV_kHJEI/AAAAAAAAB18/s0WM4XW2kAo/s1600-h/P1000590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWRV_kHJEI/AAAAAAAAB18/s0WM4XW2kAo/s320/P1000590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288793144442692674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing for myself how these kids are being cared for and managed is a new experience. Never before that a boarding school system in the country emphasized on total development.  The attention and provisions made per capita on these boys really intrigued me. They are being exposed to almost anything a 12 year old should be exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWSGA-kLDI/AAAAAAAAB2E/TghErTxXXMA/s1600-h/P1000602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWSGA-kLDI/AAAAAAAAB2E/TghErTxXXMA/s320/P1000602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288793969455803442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Interacting and getting first hand tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It resembles a typical British public school  system, minus the pompous attitude and snobbishness. However, this one is tailored for boys from marginally depressed areas and background. The challenge, is herculean. This something the program managers ambitiously trying to develop, prove and eventually, replicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Giving a lecture on a typical intercontinental airliner; to give an interest on engineering for these boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWT2u7Xo6I/AAAAAAAAB2U/Fij5Yrdd9d8/s1600-h/P1000613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWT2u7Xo6I/AAAAAAAAB2U/Fij5Yrdd9d8/s320/P1000613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795905935778722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, these are a bunch of promising asset for the country. They are equally inquisitive, as much as they are being who they are meant to be; eleven year olds. They are as playful and high spirited for knowledge. Of course, being boys, they are very competitive amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWUuSdXQgI/AAAAAAAAB2c/gCogjN1miP4/s1600-h/P1000624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWUuSdXQgI/AAAAAAAAB2c/gCogjN1miP4/s320/P1000624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288796860366406146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: The boys showing their appreciation at the end of the program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, they are very responsive to things thrown at and against them. At the tender age of less than eleven years old, they inadvertently accepted challenges with confidence and zest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWyDX_cM2I/AAAAAAAAB2k/g1CbvPapSqk/s1600-h/P1000620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWyDX_cM2I/AAAAAAAAB2k/g1CbvPapSqk/s320/P1000620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829108465972066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: The boys over powering me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I was given the opportunity to nurture these boys, with the enrichment of experience and knowledge. Of course, they are not shy to express themselves otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun afternoon indeed with these boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-526945095722470039?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/526945095722470039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=526945095722470039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/526945095722470039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/526945095722470039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeting-future-of-ncer.html' title='Meeting the future of NCER'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SWWQUPOec5I/AAAAAAAAB1s/Q5UZsmlhWjs/s72-c/P1000611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-1657513222191875510</id><published>2008-12-30T00:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:18:42.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating the coming of Hijrah year in Masjid Sultan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkAdTWbCuI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8L6v_KFIEuE/s1600-h/P1000254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkAdTWbCuI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8L6v_KFIEuE/s320/P1000254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285256141106514658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Awal Muharram is a celebration of the coming of the new Hijrah year, in Islamic calender. It was an auspicious ocassion amongst Muslims as they pray for forgiveness at the eve of one Hijrah year and pray for wellness, when the new Hijrah year starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Outside the east entrance of the Mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkPy3pwhmI/AAAAAAAAB1c/psQyoyDNlKY/s1600-h/P1000262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkPy3pwhmI/AAAAAAAAB1c/psQyoyDNlKY/s320/P1000262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285273004302960226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(By the way, the Muslim calculate the dawn of a new day from when the sunset).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left: At the beginning of the Maghrib prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkSlbOAkfI/AAAAAAAAB1k/2mYglwflCiY/s1600-h/P1000268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkSlbOAkfI/AAAAAAAAB1k/2mYglwflCiY/s320/P1000268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276071866962418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to have celebrated this moment, at the infamous Masjid Sultan, North Bridge Rd., Singapore. It is by farthe most iconic symbol of Islam presence and practices in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right: Post Maghrib new year doa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The number of worshipers gathered in the mosque for this special doa recital actually surprised me. The congregation was like a mini Jumaat prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very refreshing experience indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALAM MAAL HIJRAH, 1430H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5712285627748986968-1657513222191875510?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/1657513222191875510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=1657513222191875510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/1657513222191875510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/1657513222191875510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrating-coming-of-hirah-in-masjid.html' title='Celebrating the coming of Hijrah year in Masjid Sultan'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVkAdTWbCuI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8L6v_KFIEuE/s72-c/P1000254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-7423308624443811925</id><published>2008-12-26T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:25:38.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVO_y4T6_QI/AAAAAAAAB00/z85UTbUe8oE/s1600-h/DSCN7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVO_y4T6_QI/AAAAAAAAB00/z85UTbUe8oE/s320/DSCN7751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283777668666031362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, I was invited for a Christmas dinner. My colleague, Kenneth Karnan, was kind enough to extend the invitation for the holiest day in the year for Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Upon arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVPAfX9JVjI/AAAAAAAAB08/nCg-FlsByNM/s1600-h/DSCN7753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVPAfX9JVjI/AAAAAAAAB08/nCg-FlsByNM/s320/DSCN7753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283778433074681394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, at 800pm I and Girl-Girl had a short drive to Kepong Baru. To our suprise, it was a grand do for Ken's family. They actually closed the road to accommodate the dinner party, which was held under two tents on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Left: As usual, Ken would shake the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet spread was sumptuous and the beverages offered &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVPBe6E8rnI/AAAAAAAAB1E/T9YLkNmJWD8/s1600-h/DSCN7754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVPBe6E8rnI/AAAAAAAAB1E/T9YLkNmJWD8/s320/DSCN7754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283779524565970546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;befit a night of celebrations and joyous occasion. From the looks of it, they were expecting a lot of company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: I and Ken in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were thankful and glad we were invited and attended the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good evening indeed!&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/5712285627748986968-7423308624443811925?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/7423308624443811925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=7423308624443811925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7423308624443811925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7423308624443811925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-dinner.html' title='A Christmas dinner'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SVO_y4T6_QI/AAAAAAAAB00/z85UTbUe8oE/s72-c/DSCN7751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-6296824589326217148</id><published>2008-12-22T01:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:18:52.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANSARA Dinner 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6A-E711YI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mu5yfCF0YQ0/s1600-h/DSCN7720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6A-E711YI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mu5yfCF0YQ0/s320/DSCN7720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282301216917149058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had our annual Ex-MRSM Alumni (ANSARA) Dinner last night. It was held at Mawar Room, PWTC. The dinner was in commemoration of the year end. Also, ANSARA needed to raise some funds. So, tables and tickets were sold to ex-MRSMers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: The ticket and menu, over a bowl of sago gula Melaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same time as last year. I missed last year's, where Astronaut Dr. Sheikh Muzaffar, an Ex-Muo, was the guest of honour. My father had his CABG surgery during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6BdT1VWLI/AAAAAAAAB0c/A_xt9wQLSdI/s1600-h/DSCN7723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6BdT1VWLI/AAAAAAAAB0c/A_xt9wQLSdI/s320/DSCN7723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282301753492330674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was an array of attendance to the dinner. The guest of honour is MARA Chairman Dato' Seri Idris Jusoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Left: With ANSARA President Mukhriz Mahathir and  Muo Chapter Head Salehuddin "Hud" Hj Ahmad Khalid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, ANSARA President YB Dato' Mukhriz Mahathir was there, to address the audience. He reminded members to take ANSARA to a new level. During dinner, he made time to go round the tables to socialise and catch up on chit-chats and small talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6B13Bz2NI/AAAAAAAAB0k/GwqUzyGwVs0/s1600-h/DSCN7718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6B13Bz2NI/AAAAAAAAB0k/GwqUzyGwVs0/s320/DSCN7718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282302175256762578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see old friends, in such a warm and social environment. Of course, there were reminesences. It would be ashamed for guys and gals who bonded for years, did nostalgically 'relive' the best of thier formative years. It is surreal that the memories live on, eternally in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Me and Azha "Gell" Jalil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6CqdWEWHI/AAAAAAAAB0s/zLRwqqkUnxg/s1600-h/DSCN7715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6CqdWEWHI/AAAAAAAAB0s/zLRwqqkUnxg/s320/DSCN7715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282303078895474802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During dinner, an R &amp;amp; B group called "Infinite", which comprise some ex-MRSMers entertained the audience with their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Bhadharul Bahrain and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night indeed.&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/5712285627748986968-6296824589326217148?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/6296824589326217148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=6296824589326217148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/6296824589326217148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/6296824589326217148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/12/ansara-dinner-2008.html' title='ANSARA Dinner 2008'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SU6A-E711YI/AAAAAAAAB0U/mu5yfCF0YQ0/s72-c/DSCN7720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-343024594089705624</id><published>2008-12-09T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:38:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A working trip to Penang, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST5_BWLYOFI/AAAAAAAABz8/Cx_dD_UTrcc/s1600-h/DSCN7587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST5_BWLYOFI/AAAAAAAABz8/Cx_dD_UTrcc/s320/DSCN7587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277795474434701394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today started very early in the morning. I was up by 500am to catch the 730am flight to Penang from KLIA. Considering I slept at 200am this morning and it was a full day of Hari Raya Aidil Adha yesterday, getting up was near impossible. Never the less, Kenneth gave me a wake up call at 500am, to ensure I was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Over the Malacca Straits, somewhere near Pangkor. Notice the thick clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying at daybreak is always exicting. One get to see the sun come up, from the altitude of 27,000 feet. We arrived at 830am and after a hearty breakfast, we took an airport cab to Komtar, where the nerve of the Penang State Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST6AG1LIa7I/AAAAAAAAB0E/lCJBHV0OkY4/s1600-h/DSCN7589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST6AG1LIa7I/AAAAAAAAB0E/lCJBHV0OkY4/s320/DSCN7589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277796668166138802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a quiet chat with a Special Function Officer in the Chief Minister's Office, mainly on the Penang economy and the affect from the global financial melt down and thus Penang's export, especially to the US and Western Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left: On the 53rd floor office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST6Awi6IkOI/AAAAAAAAB0M/TZ01OgbrpmA/s1600-h/DSCN7592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST6Awi6IkOI/AAAAAAAAB0M/TZ01OgbrpmA/s320/DSCN7592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277797384817512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we presented the concept of cashless Penang society and the implementation of electronic payment system to one of the Excos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Lunch at Hameediyah, whilst surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a trip to Penang would not be complete withour nasi kandar. We had ours in Hameediyah, on Lebuh Campbell. Like always, it was something to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-343024594089705624?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/343024594089705624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=343024594089705624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/343024594089705624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/343024594089705624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-trip-to-penang-again.html' title='A working trip to Penang, again'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/ST5_BWLYOFI/AAAAAAAABz8/Cx_dD_UTrcc/s72-c/DSCN7587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-7644955098600383594</id><published>2008-12-08T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:53:41.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appearing on RTM 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwjD67zd6I/AAAAAAAABzk/uCH8Y2TX_Oo/s1600-h/cap004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwjD67zd6I/AAAAAAAABzk/uCH8Y2TX_Oo/s320/cap004.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277131413638051746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight, I was a guest on the RTM 1 post prime news program, Blog. I was asked by producer, Hasshim Abu Hanifah to speak on political and current issues, from the context of "Korban", since tomorrow is Hari Raya Aidil Adha or Korban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Appearing on prime news slot live on RTM 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwn3jbKpKI/AAAAAAAABzs/6mMxDDJtCl0/s1600-h/cap006.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwn3jbKpKI/AAAAAAAABzs/6mMxDDJtCl0/s320/cap006.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277136698726851746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was notified for this on Friday, which does not give me so much time to prepare. Moreover, I was not given neither the script nor any of questions before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Left: A full view profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwpErdEQeI/AAAAAAAABz0/TJ9O3MdDneQ/s1600-h/cap005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwpErdEQeI/AAAAAAAABz0/TJ9O3MdDneQ/s320/cap005.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277138023732232674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a new experience, as RTM is the official Government electronic propaganda machinery. I must say, it felt honoured to be able to talk about having a single school system and doing away all vernacular schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a very interesting experience.&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/5712285627748986968-7644955098600383594?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/7644955098600383594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=7644955098600383594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7644955098600383594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7644955098600383594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/12/appearing-on-rtm-1.html' title='Appearing on RTM 1'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/STwjD67zd6I/AAAAAAAABzk/uCH8Y2TX_Oo/s72-c/cap004.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-2094152717550783011</id><published>2008-11-11T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:38:01.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmT3yYf7SI/AAAAAAAABzE/j4qdI_AYLIk/s1600-h/DSCN7070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmT3yYf7SI/AAAAAAAABzE/j4qdI_AYLIk/s320/DSCN7070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267403825813122338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we spent the whole day shopping, again. Mak needed to go back to Harbour Town factory outlet mall, which is the west end edge of Perth city. We spent afew hours there. Of course, the more time we spent shopping, the more things we buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Right: Harbour Town mall main street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmU_e-5wtI/AAAAAAAABzM/K5DdxsZDXLo/s1600-h/DSCN7072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmU_e-5wtI/AAAAAAAABzM/K5DdxsZDXLo/s320/DSCN7072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267405057556071122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl-Girl also had her first doner kebab today. Whilst waiting for the missus and Mak to finish their rounds, I took Girl-Girl for Adidas t-shirt shopping. Then we had more time to spare. So we parked ourselves in a west Asian cafe. So she had her first kebab, after she found mine rather "interesting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Left: Biting into her first kebab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmWrVr-g8I/AAAAAAAABzU/7nd1AJBp4lU/s1600-h/DSCN7081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmWrVr-g8I/AAAAAAAABzU/7nd1AJBp4lU/s320/DSCN7081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267406910486643650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she and Abah went for a walk along Swan river, which is a stone's throw from our apartment. They found it to be exhalirating and utterly refreshing. They walked along the banks till the causeway that link Perth to Victoria Park. It also mean they were at the banks across from Burswood Entertainment Complex, where we were on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Right: The river of Swan river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmYSZWFDMI/AAAAAAAABzc/kuu0PUYQphQ/s1600-h/DSCN7095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmYSZWFDMI/AAAAAAAABzc/kuu0PUYQphQ/s320/DSCN7095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267408680995065026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl-Girl had a new discovery. Today, the first time in her life, she climbed a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Left: On a tree for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the person who had the most fun in this trip.&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/5712285627748986968-2094152717550783011?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/2094152717550783011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=2094152717550783011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/2094152717550783011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/2094152717550783011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/11/experiencing-shopping-in-perth.html' title='Discovering Perth'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRmT3yYf7SI/AAAAAAAABzE/j4qdI_AYLIk/s72-c/DSCN7070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-5710645674168546301</id><published>2008-11-10T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:58:48.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing main street shopping of Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhJeVeyhaI/AAAAAAAABys/f5zfO1p95r8/s1600-h/DSCN7018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhJeVeyhaI/AAAAAAAABys/f5zfO1p95r8/s320/DSCN7018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267040549720982946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I decided to take my parents to go shopping in main street Perth. They have already experienced suburban shopping on Saturday. So today, I decided to take them to Hay St. and Murray St. high street shopping, via the London Court arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right: The London Court arcad&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhKfJgd4qI/AAAAAAAABy0/71EmTTb4Dw4/s1600-h/DSCN7032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhKfJgd4qI/AAAAAAAABy0/71EmTTb4Dw4/s320/DSCN7032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267041663198290594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas shopping has already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Left: Murray St., in front of the Forest Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly, we walked my parents to Hay St., then cut across David Jones departmental store to Murray St. Since it was a Monday, there was not many people in the mall between the these streets. It was a pleasant walk, although the sun was far to bright for Mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhLE9X_OyI/AAAAAAAABy8/tlWBLkmScKk/s1600-h/DSCN7038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhLE9X_OyI/AAAAAAAABy8/tlWBLkmScKk/s320/DSCN7038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267042312776530722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Harbour Town factory outlet entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shopping trip ended at Harbour Town factory outlet, at the far end of the city on Wellington St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-5710645674168546301?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/5710645674168546301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=5710645674168546301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/5710645674168546301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/5710645674168546301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/11/experiencing-main-street-shopping-of.html' title='Experiencing main street shopping of Perth'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhJeVeyhaI/AAAAAAAABys/f5zfO1p95r8/s72-c/DSCN7018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-1050934050481436618</id><published>2008-11-10T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:02:25.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Fremantle and west of Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhFGK637GI/AAAAAAAAByM/yFCf586GgDA/s1600-h/DSCN6914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhFGK637GI/AAAAAAAAByM/yFCf586GgDA/s320/DSCN6914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267035736522615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a typical lazy summer Sunday in Perth. I decided to take my parents, for a drive to Fremantle and experience the market there. So after a hearty breakfast, we waddle along Canning Highway towards south east coastal city of Fremantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right: The colours in E Shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhGawgPqTI/AAAAAAAAByU/ePl-_NHkVeQ/s1600-h/DSCN6934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhGawgPqTI/AAAAAAAAByU/ePl-_NHkVeQ/s320/DSCN6934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267037189720484146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Left: Fremantle, in front of the market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was E Shed Market, on Victoria Quay, Fremantle. We got tons of souvenirs from a merchant, who is actually an Indonesian. Then a short stop at the Freemantle Maritime Museum. There is a former HMAN world war II submarine on display.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhHWWXjKuI/AAAAAAAAByc/KZO8AW3fa0Y/s1600-h/DSCN6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhHWWXjKuI/AAAAAAAAByc/KZO8AW3fa0Y/s320/DSCN6960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267038213496842978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the Fremantle Market. It is an important attraction to Perth. It has been in operation since 1897. We saw some baskers, doing some street entertaining. Then it was lunch. A trip to Fremantle would be a complete failure without having fish and chips meal on the jetty, across from the Esplanade. And we did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Overlooking Mosman Bay (Note Perth skyscrapers  in the right horizon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhH7Ge76YI/AAAAAAAAByk/eDZEf0Yi57U/s1600-h/DSCN6968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhH7Ge76YI/AAAAAAAAByk/eDZEf0Yi57U/s320/DSCN6968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267038844888017282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, on the way back, we took the Stirling Highway. We passed Mosman Park. So we decided to drive around the posh area, to first hand feel what was the hype was all about. It was an amazing experience. The view was breadth taking and words were not made to describe the feeling of being there, on Bayview Street, overlooking Mosman Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Overlooking the cliff from Bayview Stt. Park, on top of Mosman Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so lucky to be able to afford homes in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-1050934050481436618?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/1050934050481436618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=1050934050481436618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/1050934050481436618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/1050934050481436618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/11/visiting-fremantle-and-west-of-perth.html' title='Visiting Fremantle and west of Perth'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRhFGK637GI/AAAAAAAAByM/yFCf586GgDA/s72-c/DSCN6914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-3322908562586840727</id><published>2008-11-06T21:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:55:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mak's surprise birthday bash @ 33,000 feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLzWg416RI/AAAAAAAAByE/HgXkhif9q7k/s1600-h/DSCN6720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLzWg416RI/AAAAAAAAByE/HgXkhif9q7k/s400/DSCN6720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265538482460551442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;The surprise of MH 125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLwSng77RI/AAAAAAAABxk/6ZrQZ8bfUeY/s1600-h/DSCN6713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLwSng77RI/AAAAAAAABxk/6ZrQZ8bfUeY/s320/DSCN6713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265535116984970514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Mak's 68th birthday. Today also we took her to Perth, for a holiday. This morning, by 730am, we checked in onto MH 125 departing at 940am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we did not have time to do anything for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Right: A stewardess presenting to Mak, her birtday card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLwt-Pfm-I/AAAAAAAABxs/DCkgzrsGJ0Y/s1600-h/DSCN6715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLwt-Pfm-I/AAAAAAAABxs/DCkgzrsGJ0Y/s320/DSCN6715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265535586942295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: The two IFS on board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KLIA, I was trotting about looking for a birtdhday cake and candle, but non avail. Upon checked in, I was introduced to a Malaysia Airlines executive, who is doing an audit on the flight. I sound it out to him that it was Mak's birthday and he said, he will do the best he can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLxk9kwRlI/AAAAAAAABx0/I2sFCWsuHfQ/s1600-h/DSCN6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLxk9kwRlI/AAAAAAAABx0/I2sFCWsuHfQ/s320/DSCN6717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265536531655837266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Right: The IFS for the flight MH 125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was. At 33,000 feet somewhere over Java and northern coast of continent Australia, Mr Sagadevan, along with the IFS for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;flight Lazri Gunasegaran and a few of the stewardess, called on Mak, wished her "Happy Birthday", sang to her and presented a lovely adhoc birthday card.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There even were desserts, as makeshitft birthday cake (minus the candles!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLx5qnFwKI/AAAAAAAABx8/WkcLPd9fMFM/s1600-h/DSCN6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLx5qnFwKI/AAAAAAAABx8/WkcLPd9fMFM/s320/DSCN6711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265536887342612642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering they had limited resources onboard, their creativity, innovation and resourcefulness should be admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;Left: The smile tells it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled instantly. Now after eight hours, she is still smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To the crew of MH125 today, thank you! You guys really live up to the Malaysia Airlines campaign, "Malaysian Hospitality".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-3322908562586840727?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/3322908562586840727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=3322908562586840727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/3322908562586840727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/3322908562586840727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/11/mak-surprise-birthday-bash-33000-feet.html' title='Mak&apos;s surprise birthday bash @ 33,000 feet'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SRLzWg416RI/AAAAAAAAByE/HgXkhif9q7k/s72-c/DSCN6720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-7676098614889300844</id><published>2008-10-30T22:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:28:32.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, live on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQvyGpjuhQI/AAAAAAAABw0/54rBRMA3o-Q/s1600-h/cap001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQvyGpjuhQI/AAAAAAAABw0/54rBRMA3o-Q/s400/cap001.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263566785561396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Captured as how it appeared on Astro Awani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQnLXvOTsrI/AAAAAAAABwc/hBLxFaElUR8/s1600-h/DSCN6624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQnLXvOTsrI/AAAAAAAABwc/hBLxFaElUR8/s320/DSCN6624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262961248233042610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening, I was on national TV. I was invited to be the guest in the forum, "Analysis Awani" on Astro Awani Ch. 501. I was interviewed live on TV by Suhaimi Sulaiman, Kamarul Bahrin and Nazri Kahar, all at once. It was a live show, which aired at 530pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Addressing Suhaimi's question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQnM6EcRfGI/AAAAAAAABwk/AFNBb-kgG6I/s1600-h/DSCN6627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQnM6EcRfGI/AAAAAAAABwk/AFNBb-kgG6I/s320/DSCN6627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262962937555942498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The questions were tough and intense. Some of the questions I seriously felt shouldn't be leashed against me. One after another, I was charged with questions even experienced and seasoned politicians would find it tough to deal with. After all, I am no politician. Just an amateur political analyst, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Kamarul Bahrin grilling me live on TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQtDz78ahuI/AAAAAAAABws/ZAMZUiN1HFA/s1600-h/DSCN6626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQtDz78ahuI/AAAAAAAABws/ZAMZUiN1HFA/s320/DSCN6626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263375149056034530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sureal experience indeed.  The bright lights and multiple cameras aimed right to your path, added the anxiety and consciousness.  Most of all, there is a large LCD screen just to my left, where all of us on the table could watch ourselves the live program as it is being aired, added more stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: The angle the viewers caught of me whenever I say anything on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I tried my best to address all the issues raised. Considering instantaneously the speed of the response I gave to some of the toughest issues raised towards me, I must say it was an experience indeed.&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/5712285627748986968-7676098614889300844?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/7676098614889300844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=7676098614889300844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7676098614889300844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7676098614889300844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-on-tv.html' title='I, live on TV'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQvyGpjuhQI/AAAAAAAABw0/54rBRMA3o-Q/s72-c/cap001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-8539421281697300595</id><published>2008-10-26T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:22:44.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSXfWRaeHI/AAAAAAAABv8/-mRrhrlZxpA/s1600-h/DSCN6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSXfWRaeHI/AAAAAAAABv8/-mRrhrlZxpA/s320/DSCN6608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261496829485938802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since my family ambushed me with a surprise visit in Johor Bahru, on my 41st birthday, I decided to take them to Singapore that night. We managed to get a hotel, with the right arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Right: Mama and Girl-Girl with a glimpse of the Orchard Road as the backdrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSl4kA9EfI/AAAAAAAABwE/ytqJ2RWgLds/s1600-h/DSCN6614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSl4kA9EfI/AAAAAAAABwE/ytqJ2RWgLds/s320/DSCN6614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261512655834518002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I had to shuttle back and forth between Orchard Road to Persada in Johor Bahru, for the M2K convention. That means I had little time for them. Only in the evenings that I get to do things with them. The get to wander of on their own. Itinerary includes shopping along Orchard Road, a visit to the Science Centre in Jurong and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Left: In the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSmhcJx9vI/AAAAAAAABwM/IK9v9abZ2Po/s1600-h/DSCN6620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSmhcJx9vI/AAAAAAAABwM/IK9v9abZ2Po/s320/DSCN6620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261513358098691826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right: Lunching at Zam Zam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, it was much better for me. I get to lunch with them at Zam Zam Restaurant (Straits Time claimed that it is the BEST nasi beriyani in the island-state).&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/5712285627748986968-8539421281697300595?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/8539421281697300595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=8539421281697300595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/8539421281697300595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/8539421281697300595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/experiencing-singapore.html' title='Experiencing Singapore'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQSXfWRaeHI/AAAAAAAABv8/-mRrhrlZxpA/s72-c/DSCN6608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-7818243344279479898</id><published>2008-10-25T11:37:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:39:22.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Briefing the Minister at M2K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, the Domestic Trade and Industry Minister Dato' Shahrir Samad officiated the&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKXR8Xl4iI/AAAAAAAABu8/Au0V_reWS-4/s1600-h/DSCN6594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260933649240810018" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKXR8Xl4iI/AAAAAAAABu8/Au0V_reWS-4/s320/DSCN6594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bank Negara's Minggu Kesedaran Kewangan (M2K) in Persada Convention Centre, in Johor Bahru. In his speeh, he remided Malaysians to be cash thrift and spend on what they earn. All the major bankers and financial services players were present to chow case their products and support the central bank's awareness campaign on financial management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: The Minister making his speech. Seated on the stage is Bank Negara Deputy Governor Dato' Zamani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKYLhqa07I/AAAAAAAABvE/VmNP9955Tfs/s1600-h/DSCN6597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260934638504432562" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKYLhqa07I/AAAAAAAABvE/VmNP9955Tfs/s320/DSCN6597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After officiating, the Minister went for a walk-about around the exhibition and drop by to several booths. He was briefed on the latest products, especially retail and consumer financial items available in the market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: The Minister being briefed on our EDC terminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;, which was used for the cash card loading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the booth he dropped in was ours. I had the opportunity to present to him our electronic payment system and conveniently demonstrated to him how e-money is being used to pay for services and goods, which include information about registered companies procured from Suruhanjaya Syarikat Malaysia, which falls under his ministry. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKY_ChiNkI/AAAAAAAABvM/af-ZKYmFEWY/s1600-h/DSCN6600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260935523498866242" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKY_ChiNkI/AAAAAAAABvM/af-ZKYmFEWY/s320/DSCN6600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Kenneth demonstrating payment using MyKad on our mobile handheld unit. At the back of the Minister is Bank Negara Deputy Governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was rather impressed with our developments.  For this event, any parking payments made via our payment gateway would be given a RM 1.00 discount; a test of the acceptance to the usage of MEPSCASH. For the first time, a parking environment went on live via our system and it went on seamlessly. Of course, it was very encouraging indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQYKLZk14FI/AAAAAAAABwU/n92ORvnhRvQ/s1600-h/DSCN6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQYKLZk14FI/AAAAAAAABwU/n92ORvnhRvQ/s320/DSCN6604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261904405589254226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moral support he shown this morning to us is definitely very encouraging. Accompanying him is the Bank Negara Deputy Governor Dato' Zamani Abd. Ghani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: The Minister giving a full attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a very good morning indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260950147388854674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKmSQwm0ZI/AAAAAAAABv0/qbetJb-GA9w/s320/DSCN6591.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kenneth and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in our booth. On the right are our EDC terminals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-7818243344279479898?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/7818243344279479898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=7818243344279479898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7818243344279479898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/7818243344279479898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/briefing-minister-at-mk.html' title='Briefing the Minister at M2K'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKXR8Xl4iI/AAAAAAAABu8/Au0V_reWS-4/s72-c/DSCN6594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-6976562914304627762</id><published>2008-10-24T11:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:03:18.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Bank Negara conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKgVSkqHHI/AAAAAAAABvs/deq7-nbFEAY/s1600-h/DSCN6571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260943602345450610" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKgVSkqHHI/AAAAAAAABvs/deq7-nbFEAY/s320/DSCN6571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My day started early, way before sunrise. I woke up in the coldness of rainy Friday morning at the southern most city of continent Asia. I fekt rather squiggy all morning and was goin through half of a cheese omelette when I stopped.  Later, I came back to the breakfast table with my unfinished plate being whisked away. Four cups of capucino actually added to my 'edgyness'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Ken and I at our booth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQFFh0TXpHI/AAAAAAAABus/hNWGrX4XvoE/s1600-h/DSCN6572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260562287023334514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQFFh0TXpHI/AAAAAAAABus/hNWGrX4XvoE/s320/DSCN6572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the first day of conference. Like expected, it was swarmed by visitors, which include school going teenagers and kids. I am beginning to feel the pressure of the event and the meetings I have to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Syed Azlan loading Ben Chong's MyKad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our strategic partner in online cybergaming merchant development, came all the way here to give support. It is important that young Malaysians be exposed and utilise the cashless habit, in built in the MyKad and common bankcard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Updated 430pm&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKbxfrk3oI/AAAAAAAABvU/DclhvJtdFiA/s1600-h/DSCN6576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260938589342326402" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKbxfrk3oI/AAAAAAAABvU/DclhvJtdFiA/s320/DSCN6576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later, I took our IT Applications Manager Siti Hamimah and Corporate Communications woman Jazreen for an assam pedas lunch. They were utterly pleased with the freshly cooked snapper in rich Johorean style assam pedas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Lunch being served&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKdhW-i_CI/AAAAAAAABvc/dmRjRvV2JDY/s1600-h/DSCN6580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260940511151324194" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKdhW-i_CI/AAAAAAAABvc/dmRjRvV2JDY/s320/DSCN6580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back to Persada Convention Centre, we dropped in on the Johor State Planning Unit and the Menteri Besar's Office. It was a follow up from our succesful meeting yesterday. Siti and Jazreen was also pleased to be in one of the oldest Government buidling in the country, which is still operational. "Its like walking through the corridors of history". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*Updated Saturday, 25 October 2008 100am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, I was given the shock of my life. At 700pm, I was unable to locate my family, who were missing from home. And no one at home could tell us where they were. I was trying to call them frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKfFZX3-UI/AAAAAAAABvk/py-y6blgULk/s1600-h/DSCN6584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260942229781346626" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKfFZX3-UI/AAAAAAAABvk/py-y6blgULk/s320/DSCN6584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my biggest surprise, at 730pm they dropped in on me in Puteri Pan Pacific Johor Bahru. They flew in to surprise me on my 41st birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Birthday dinner at Danga Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, all of us went out for a dinner at Danga Bay. Ken was gracious enough to buy all of us what turn out to be a gluttony-like dinner. First time, my family and team from work met each other and socialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week had been a very testing period for me.  Of course, I will remember today for the longest time. It was a day of too many surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-6976562914304627762?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/6976562914304627762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=6976562914304627762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/6976562914304627762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/6976562914304627762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-of-bank-negara-conference.html' title='First day of Bank Negara conference'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQKgVSkqHHI/AAAAAAAABvs/deq7-nbFEAY/s72-c/DSCN6571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-8579165085612718035</id><published>2008-10-23T14:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:10:04.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing the troops to Johor Bahru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we were in Johor Bahru. It was  a planned trip. This time, I had the troops here instead of just Kenneth Karnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQAcrTTN7II/AAAAAAAABuE/juYrs0Im45U/s1600-h/DSCN6557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQAcrTTN7II/AAAAAAAABuE/juYrs0Im45U/s320/DSCN6557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260235895009569922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded somemore stuff into the Enterprise and a rented Naza Ria and pushed off a quarter to ten. It was a pleasant ride all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Enjoying Mee rebus, otak otak and rojak buah while ctaching up on chin-wags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we reached Johor Bahru, our first order of the day was lunch. And in Johor Bahru, my trip would not be completed without Mee Rebus Hj. Wahid. By one, we were already at Plaza Angsana. To my expectations, the troops were pleased. By half past one, we were already on our way to Puteri Pacific Hotel, my usual home whilst in Johor Bahru. Siti and Kenneth were scheduled for a meeting by 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Updated 530pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQBLWM3ZNeI/AAAAAAAABuM/z2sHr8nXfxc/s1600-h/DSCN6563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQBLWM3ZNeI/AAAAAAAABuM/z2sHr8nXfxc/s320/DSCN6563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260287209551508962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, by three, we had our meeting at the State Economic Planning Unit. The Deputy Director is an old Newcastle buddy of mine, NoorAzam Osman. This was a follow up on the earlier presentation we had. The UPEN saw the merits of our proposal and want to implemented it in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQBMEX_h7QI/AAAAAAAABuU/r8jJ69ObEZ8/s1600-h/DSCN6566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQBMEX_h7QI/AAAAAAAABuU/r8jJ69ObEZ8/s320/DSCN6566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260288002812407042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Presenting to Lokman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Kenneth demonstrating to Lokman and Noor Azam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he cordially arranged for us to meet Lokman Abu Bakar, another buddy from my England days. He is now the Principal Private Secretary to the Menteri Besar of Johor. Briefly, I presented the same proposal we did for UPEN and he also saw what the objectives are and how the State Government could benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQBMrXOYt8I/AAAAAAAABuc/7I8dN-27jQI/s1600-h/DSCN6569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQBMrXOYt8I/AAAAAAAABuc/7I8dN-27jQI/s320/DSCN6569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260288672621180866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hence, he arranged for another presentation appointment. This time for the State Government of Johor and the Menteri Besar and Excos would be there. It looks like we will be back here in Bangunan Sultan Ibrahim on the eighteenth of next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Infront of the MB's office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the opportunity to capture our photograph in front of the Menteri Besar's office. Soon, this office would be vacated and the entire State Government will move to their new home in Nusajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good day indeed&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/5712285627748986968-8579165085612718035?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/8579165085612718035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=8579165085612718035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/8579165085612718035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/8579165085612718035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/bringing-troops-to-johor-bahru.html' title='Bringing the troops to Johor Bahru'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SQAcrTTN7II/AAAAAAAABuE/juYrs0Im45U/s72-c/DSCN6557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-1578619643843530631</id><published>2008-10-21T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:24:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Mustaffa Dapat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPy51ikp1RI/AAAAAAAABt8/mhIhEDxmrFA/s1600-h/Mustafa+Dapat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPy51ikp1RI/AAAAAAAABt8/mhIhEDxmrFA/s400/Mustafa+Dapat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259282794326643986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;At Utah Beach, in front of an US Army Sherman tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My best friend, &lt;a href="http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-memory-of-mustaffa-dapat.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mustaffa Dapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would have been 44 today. Unfortunately for me, God Al Mighty called him back to rahmatullah on 28 August 2004, when he was in a coma in a hospital in Caen, due to a rare penicillin poisoning related ailment called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stevens-Johnson_syndrome"&gt;Steven Johnson syndrome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my greatest regret in life. Only Allah s.w.t. knows the wisdom why Mus was called few weeks short of his 40th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPy43geTJtI/AAAAAAAABt0/naq_Qcz3NBU/s1600-h/DCP_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPy43geTJtI/AAAAAAAABt0/naq_Qcz3NBU/s320/DCP_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259281728611231442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;At St. Mere D'Eglise, the site where the 101st Airborne was dropped the night before invasion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;For the longest times since we were roomates in MRSM, we promised ourselves that one day we will come here. We managed to do it only when at the end of his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss him dearly till present day. The only left is the remembrance of  the fondest memory with my dear friend, whom I misses so much. In June 2004, he so insisted that I went to see him in Cherbourg, France, to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the D-Day landings, "Operation Overlord". Little that anyone would know, that would his last wish to meet up with me. When we parted, he hugged me in front of the submarine turned museum, Redoutable and till today, I remember and savour that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we shall meet again. May Allah s.w.t. bless your soul.&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/5712285627748986968-1578619643843530631?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/1578619643843530631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=1578619643843530631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/1578619643843530631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/1578619643843530631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/remembering-mustafa-dapat.html' title='Remembering Mustaffa Dapat'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPy51ikp1RI/AAAAAAAABt8/mhIhEDxmrFA/s72-c/Mustafa+Dapat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-5066560746259146813</id><published>2008-10-18T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:13:14.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attending Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin's openhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmxSYEzgcI/AAAAAAAABtU/_HjnWCYX7U8/s1600-h/DSCN6484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmxSYEzgcI/AAAAAAAABtU/_HjnWCYX7U8/s320/DSCN6484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258428969190130114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at International Trade and Industry Minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin's openhouse this afternoon. It was held at Damansara Heights. My blogging friend, Dato' Ahmad A. Talib reminded me several times to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: With the host at his porch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmx6IB5_FI/AAAAAAAABtc/nfq1QW4OIX8/s1600-h/DSCN6487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmx6IB5_FI/AAAAAAAABtc/nfq1QW4OIX8/s320/DSCN6487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258429652077771858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Explaining to Tun Siti on the my political stance this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1.58pm, I was sounded out that fourth Prime Minister Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad was already on his way to the Hari Raya Aidil Fitri, party with his doting wife of 62 years, Tun Dr. Siti Hasmah Mohd. Ali. As I was still on my errant run, I got the missus to drop me at Damansara Heights, to save time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was the peak time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmyeAma0XI/AAAAAAAABtk/WMFjrxdstpM/s1600-h/DSCN6491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmyeAma0XI/AAAAAAAABtk/WMFjrxdstpM/s320/DSCN6491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258430268558725490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well wishers from all walks of life were there, paying homage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: With Rocky, Nuraina and Endie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I joined other blogging buddies, Ahirudin "Rocky" Attan, Nuraina A. Samad and Salahuddin Hj. Hisham on our usual chig-wags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and Tan Sri Muhyiddin's go a long way back. We both hail from Muo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmzO6mT9qI/AAAAAAAABts/SE5dXccGuTY/s1600-h/DSCN6498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmzO6mT9qI/AAAAAAAABts/SE5dXccGuTY/s320/DSCN6498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258431108761253538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Catching Tan Sri Muhyiddin's personal thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after Tan Sri Muhyiddin's media conference, we had the opportunity to have a private session with him. He talked about the diversity of the Malaysian economy as compared against Singapore's, which is dependent on services sector. Singapore officially declared they are experiencing 'technical recession' after the US and Western European financial catestrophe lately.&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/5712285627748986968-5066560746259146813?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/5066560746259146813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=5066560746259146813&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/5066560746259146813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/5066560746259146813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/attending-tan-sri-muhyiddin-yassins.html' title='Attending Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin&apos;s openhouse'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SPmxSYEzgcI/AAAAAAAABtU/_HjnWCYX7U8/s72-c/DSCN6484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-4811348089727342505</id><published>2008-10-08T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:44:49.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Darlina and Neil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOudSCN8kII/AAAAAAAABPc/MiOj_D24DWc/s1600-h/DSCN6459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOudSCN8kII/AAAAAAAABPc/MiOj_D24DWc/s320/DSCN6459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254466323416387714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, we had a dinner with Neil and Darlina Harris. We met at KLCC for dinner. The Harrises will be going back to their home in Bahrain on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: Dee surfing on Girl-Girl's blog through my PDA phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOuehu-NRXI/AAAAAAAABPk/hFvJ03BYnSo/s1600-h/DSCN6457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOuehu-NRXI/AAAAAAAABPk/hFvJ03BYnSo/s320/DSCN6457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254467692639634802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We caught up with chats and chin-wags. It is also the first time we met Neil since we last saw him at his place in Knuttsford, near Manchester three years ago. Neil is now the design manager for a British consulting group WS Atkins in Bahrain. He flew in two days before Hari Raya Aidil Fitri. He was his usual self; being witty and a little bit ckeeky.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Neil and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOufm4kFXdI/AAAAAAAABPs/ioRTXj0NxlY/s1600-h/DSCN6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOufm4kFXdI/AAAAAAAABPs/ioRTXj0NxlY/s320/DSCN6461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254468880625393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was deemed special as Dee would be celebrating her 4oth birthday tomorrow. This would be our last opportunity to catch up with them since they will busy with her family from tomorrow night onwards, till they leave Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right: As dinner being served&lt;br /&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/5712285627748986968-4811348089727342505?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/4811348089727342505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=4811348089727342505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/4811348089727342505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/4811348089727342505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-with-darlina-and-neil.html' title='Dinner with Darlina and Neil'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOudSCN8kII/AAAAAAAABPc/MiOj_D24DWc/s72-c/DSCN6459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-3161034977605757601</id><published>2008-10-06T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:11:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tun Dr. Mahathir's Openhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjxfLY8fuI/AAAAAAAABO0/PF6FZ4vtb7I/s1600-h/DSCN6398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjxfLY8fuI/AAAAAAAABO0/PF6FZ4vtb7I/s320/DSCN6398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253714483263340258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at fourth Prime Minister's openhouse this afternoon in Mines Resort, Seri Kembangan. It was a day to remember. I wasn't sure how many people actually turned up, but it the scores of visitors and well wishers waiting in queue to wish "Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri" to the hosts were endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: With Dato' Mukhriz Mahathir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjyIlrTPCI/AAAAAAAABO8/NcEGbyAew8I/s1600-h/DSCN6396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjyIlrTPCI/AAAAAAAABO8/NcEGbyAew8I/s320/DSCN6396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253715194694286370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was even a Tun Dr. Mahathir facebook fan club, who organised a trip for the Openhouse. This a manifestation of how the Statesman is very much respected and well liked, by Malaysians from all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Facebook Fan club in attendance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjyqvnl2WI/AAAAAAAABPE/wDKyynr1BhQ/s1600-h/Openhoise+Tun+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjyqvnl2WI/AAAAAAAABPE/wDKyynr1BhQ/s320/Openhoise+Tun+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253715781478635874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fellow bloggers Ahirudin "Rocky" Attan and Nuraina A. Samad were present too. So were other usual friends of mine. Some were first timers. They all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: With close blogging buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Hari Raya is incomplete without wishing the hosts personally. And my friend, bloggo-photo-journo shot this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOpFkyJ1AeI/AAAAAAAABPU/Pz0VAi4Asds/s1600-h/Tun%27s+Openhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOpFkyJ1AeI/AAAAAAAABPU/Pz0VAi4Asds/s320/Tun%27s+Openhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254088413521707490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: An action-kodak moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good afternoon indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5712285627748986968-3161034977605757601?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/3161034977605757601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=3161034977605757601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/3161034977605757601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/3161034977605757601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/tun-dr-mahathir.html' title='Tun Dr. Mahathir&apos;s Openhouse'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SOjxfLY8fuI/AAAAAAAABO0/PF6FZ4vtb7I/s72-c/DSCN6398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712285627748986968.post-2242527508244493536</id><published>2008-10-04T11:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:40:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last morning in Puteri Pacific Johor Bahru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObpPlWvS4I/AAAAAAAABOM/vos5Bu-kxZw/s1600-h/DSCN6292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObpPlWvS4I/AAAAAAAABOM/vos5Bu-kxZw/s400/DSCN6292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253142469309057922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is our last morning here. It has been our home for this Hari Raya Aidil Fitri, since first day Syawal. For thirteen consecutive Hari Raya we did this. It is a 'home' for us whenever we are in Johor Bahru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Right: Second day Syawal, at the lobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObpuJmOQNI/AAAAAAAABOU/IZbmS0M8lNU/s1600-h/DSCN6375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObpuJmOQNI/AAAAAAAABOU/IZbmS0M8lNU/s320/DSCN6375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253142994433753298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The morning started with the 'sea trials' again. We did not achieve the results we desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Commandant  of the submarine operations with HMS Si Kunit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then back up to the room to change and packing. Soon, we will say goodbye to all the friendly frontline staffs here at Puteri Pacific Johor Bahru, who have treated us more like family rather than guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObqPoqAksI/AAAAAAAABOc/9WO3p67BJ4w/s1600-h/DSCN6379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObqPoqAksI/AAAAAAAABOc/9WO3p67BJ4w/s320/DSCN6379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253143569706816194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right: Girl-Girl dwell into her My Space whilst Mama packs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObtNFsg-FI/AAAAAAAABOs/9lYKHbqYA3E/s1600-h/DSCN6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObtNFsg-FI/AAAAAAAABOs/9lYKHbqYA3E/s320/DSCN6386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253146824497231954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I shall be back here again soon. Most probably by end of next week, for work. This time, half of my Business Development Team would be here as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Left: Bangunan Sultan Ibrahim from our window&lt;/span&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/5712285627748986968-2242527508244493536?l=zakhir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/feeds/2242527508244493536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5712285627748986968&amp;postID=2242527508244493536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/2242527508244493536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5712285627748986968/posts/default/2242527508244493536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-morning-in-puteri-pacific-johor.html' title='The last morning in Puteri Pacific Johor Bahru'/><author><name>Zakhir's Zoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11229220542834916434</uri><email>zakhir_mohamed@yahoo.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10537280122721180059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uNiSrxyORdo/SObpPlWvS4I/AAAAAAAABOM/vos5Bu-kxZw/s72-c/DSCN6292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>