<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246</id><updated>2011-12-31T14:29:22.291+08:00</updated><category term='Cars'/><category term='Horse'/><category term='Tractors Academy'/><category term='KB'/><title type='text'>An extra place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-1692992663992576984</id><published>2010-01-28T14:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:30:24.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Racing Flicka</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week on Friday I entered my horse for a race at Pengakalan Chepa, Kelantan. Its my black horse named Flicka. She is a mare and now she is 5 years old. It was her first time participating in a race. It was not a grand race like Kentucky Derby or race in Penang Turf Club, it was a low cost kind of race organized by a few people. There is no betting and gambling. Just pay for the competition and race. If the horse wins, we got a small prize. But it was fun and exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how the race in here works. There is no barrel (place where the horse is put into at the starting line for the real race) so each person has to hold the horse at the starting line. When the whistle blows, the horses start running. The jockeys in here don't use saddle (its a seat mount on a horseback where the rider sit on it) and it became extremely difficult to balance on top of the horse. They want the horse to go maximum speed and they have to reduce the load on the horse by not using saddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more I want to tell about the race but I don't want to waste my time. Now I'm just going to talk about my horse Flicka. I was not the rider, we get a jockey to ride her and its a surprise that she got second place out of 5 horses. And this is her first time racing. We did not gave her any special food or supplements to her before the race, we just gave her normal food. I am really proud of her and she looks relax after the race. Our jockey told us that he did not even whipped her because he thought she was injured. But actually shes not injured. So we got a small price for getting second. Don't expect a $16,000 price because I already told you this is a small race, a village race. It is fun to watch horse race here in Kelantan. Its different from the normal race we saw on TV which is really proper, fair and accurate race. Okay, I show some pictures. Sorry I can't upload the video of the race, maybe later cause now I had slow connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwmcTW9QI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-LRuuyPkNGI/s1600-h/Her+Competitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwlcHNNjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7G0i2YnSYq8/s1600-h/Temporary+Stable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431676045345240626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwlcHNNjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7G0i2YnSYq8/s200/Temporary+Stable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her temporary stable at the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwlqlfxJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/n143o0ygiCg/s1600-h/Wearing+Bridle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431676049230382226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwlqlfxJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/n143o0ygiCg/s200/Wearing+Bridle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready for the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwlqlfxJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/n143o0ygiCg/s1600-h/Wearing+Bridle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwmH_9M6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3yGIy423kZY/s1600-h/Flicka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431676057125991330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwmH_9M6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3yGIy423kZY/s200/Flicka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flicka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwmcTW9QI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-LRuuyPkNGI/s1600-h/Her+Competitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwmcTW9QI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-LRuuyPkNGI/s1600-h/Her+Competitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431676062576080130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwmcTW9QI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-LRuuyPkNGI/s200/Her+Competitor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of her competitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EzEiNbURI/AAAAAAAAAYE/8Og_UwPWNKc/s1600-h/Second+Prize+Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431678778581143826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EzEiNbURI/AAAAAAAAAYE/8Og_UwPWNKc/s200/Second+Prize+Bike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what we won for the second prize. We did not join the race for the price, we join for the fun of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EzFCpCgCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lRqty0zkT94/s1600-h/1st+%26+2nd+Prizes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431678787286892578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EzFCpCgCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lRqty0zkT94/s200/1st+%26+2nd+Prizes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First price got a bigger bike. But only two wheels. At least the second price got four wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this blog is not only talk about horses, but recently I just happened to post stuff all about horses. Actually I use this blog to post anything, not only horses. Okay that's all, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-1692992663992576984?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1692992663992576984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=1692992663992576984&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1692992663992576984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1692992663992576984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2010/01/racing-flicka.html' title='Racing Flicka'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/S2EwlcHNNjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7G0i2YnSYq8/s72-c/Temporary+Stable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6217385449180058415</id><published>2009-12-20T12:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:51:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year is near!</title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compared to the previous years, I felt this year come to an end very quickly. I didn't know what I have done in 2009. Since I joined my flying school in Kelantan in late 2008, the time gone so fast. Because everyday I went to school early in the morning and go back to my hostel in the evening and by doing it everyday, suddenly one month had gone. This makes the time fly so fast. Usually during Ramadhan month I felt the time goes by so slow to complete my fasting and I can feel the burden, but this year it was fast. I hope that next year it will be a good year for me and by February 2010 I will complete my ground school and I will start having "fun" flying. Sometimes its not gonna be fun if I get to fly with a fierce and strict instructor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have a lot of holiday but only for a short time :(. Like this week, I got 4 days off because of Awal Muharram. Next week I'm going to have another 3 days off because of Christmas and the week after, 3 days off for new year. In between the holidays I still have to go to school. Some of my batchmates took extra leave from christmas until new year. I don't think I will take that leave because my exam is near and I only studied a little. I thought that this weekend I will study alot but I only studied a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday I had fun with my friends, went to beach and visits Bachok Buddha Statue. We only eat at the beach, not swimming because we didn't plan for it. We didn't plan to go anywhere but just drive around Kelantan in my Pajero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2v8K-t6DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3PbWpotSD3k/s1600-h/DSCN7957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417179375070996530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2v8K-t6DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3PbWpotSD3k/s200/DSCN7957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Kevin &amp;amp; Sathes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2v89Yx0TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7-kJvV-kjVw/s1600-h/DSCN7953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417179388602077490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2v89Yx0TI/AAAAAAAAAWk/7-kJvV-kjVw/s200/DSCN7953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pantai Irama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2xAENlK5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/1P6dyF5ZYDU/s1600-h/DSCN7952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417180541485394834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2xAENlK5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/1P6dyF5ZYDU/s200/DSCN7952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chen CK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2w_r5zMbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FWuw1R7vNLs/s1600-h/DSCN7951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417180534959976882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2w_r5zMbI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FWuw1R7vNLs/s200/DSCN7951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zjc7FuEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/FmDh-YWgGWQ/s1600-h/Cha+cha,+Sathes,+Me,+Kevin+Lourdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417183348437399618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zjc7FuEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/FmDh-YWgGWQ/s200/Cha+cha,+Sathes,+Me,+Kevin+Lourdes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They came to ride my horse too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zj9ZOhQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fStuay_hptU/s1600-h/Hoof+Picking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417183357153740034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zj9ZOhQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fStuay_hptU/s200/Hoof+Picking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checking the hoof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zkJiQswI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cznHbiX9IfY/s1600-h/Sathes+Climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417183360412857090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zkJiQswI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cznHbiX9IfY/s200/Sathes+Climbing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrying Sathes on board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zkTN2sjI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sQds5ZE8K4A/s1600-h/Can%27t+open+the+gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417183363011621426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zkTN2sjI/AAAAAAAAAXU/sQds5ZE8K4A/s200/Can%27t+open+the+gate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately it rained and we cannot ride the horse in the track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zk-jA1tI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IKk4LM_BhjI/s1600-h/Lepak+in+Living+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417183374643091154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2zk-jA1tI/AAAAAAAAAXc/IKk4LM_BhjI/s200/Lepak+in+Living+Room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relaxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its so sad the day end so fast that day. Okay,  I have to go clean my dishes now. Just now I bought fish curry from a restaurant and brought it home. The taste was delicious. See you soon. And you know what, my birthday is near. It is on the day after tomorrow. But I don't feel excited or anything. Alright, bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6217385449180058415?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6217385449180058415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6217385449180058415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6217385449180058415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6217385449180058415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-is-near.html' title='New year is near!'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sy2v8K-t6DI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3PbWpotSD3k/s72-c/DSCN7957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-9085179103864697915</id><published>2009-11-03T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:40:26.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to relax...</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I just finished my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CAA&lt;/span&gt; 6 exam. I can relax now. The exam was alright but I still haven't got my result yet. I'm so scared now. Hopefully I pass the exam in one go. Or else I have to resit for the paper which cost RM900 each. But I'm thankful that I'm in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UKCAA&lt;/span&gt; syllabus which consists of only 6 papers whereas my junior batch is going to sit for the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JAA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;syallabus&lt;/span&gt; which is harder and it consists of 21 papers. But its good for them because they will learn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and they will be more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; pilot compared to us and that is what the airlines want. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; I'm studying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CAA&lt;/span&gt;, I still read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JAA&lt;/span&gt; books to increase my knowledge and I have interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm still in ground school studying another two final subjects which is Load &amp;amp; Balance and Aircraft Performance. I enjoyed Aircraft Performance classes because the subject is about DC-10 aircraft performance and it is one of my favourite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aircraft&lt;/span&gt;. DC-10 is a commercial aircraft that has 3 engines. Two under the wings and one on the tail. After I finished studying these subject I'm going to sit for exam, and continue my flying phase until I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SvAUlgILTuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d8RUsqeU150/s1600-h/1500052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399838587729170146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SvAUlgILTuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d8RUsqeU150/s200/1500052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAS DC-10, no more available now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of talking about school, now I'm in a holiday mood &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; I still have classes to go. Yesterday I watched like 2 movies and today another two movies. Plus I play some computer games to relieve my exams stress. I can't wait to go back to KL next week. I'll be also renewing my medical certificate in KL. I'll not forget to eat at Carl's Junior when I'm in KL because here we don't have that restaurant in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and I'm also going to watch movies, which is the thing I haven't do for a long time since I always stuck here studying in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; and here there is no movie theater. Its a good thing though since I don't have distraction when I'm studying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was so happy because I received a text message from my father that my sister had just delivered a baby boy this morning. I told my father &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; is he cute or not and he answered he is cute like his sister, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dzahra&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait to see the baby next week! Okay, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I want to talk about. I just feel like typing today, please mind my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; in this post. I don't have time to check it. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-9085179103864697915?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/9085179103864697915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=9085179103864697915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/9085179103864697915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/9085179103864697915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-relax.html' title='Time to relax...'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SvAUlgILTuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d8RUsqeU150/s72-c/1500052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6586551920597136854</id><published>2009-08-21T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:01:16.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Month</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow for muslims, we will start fasting. The time flies so fast because&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I really feel that the last Ramadhan was just like yesterday. I don't know how this month fasting going to be because this will be my first time to fast away from family since I am staying in my school hostel in Kelantan. I will not be going to Bazaar Ramadhan (Night Food Market) with my dad as I usually did last time. I have to accept any food for early break fast and cannot be choosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of homework now. I don't mind getting homework on objective questions but now, my instructors keep on giving homework on presentations. I'm not so good at presentation. Eventhough if I prepared well and give a good presentation in front of my class, but when the part of questions and answers, I will get nervous and can't answer these questions. I have to improve on that. I still haven't finished my presentation slide and the deadline is near. My topic is rather difficult which is on Flight Management System for Instruments and Africa Climate for Meteorology. Also one more about Jet Streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its fasting month, I will have class only from 7am till 1.30pm 5 days a week. I think it will be less tiring than normal time which is from 8am till 5pm. Okay, I have to sleep now, tomorrow have to wake up early for early breakfast. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting Month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6586551920597136854?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6586551920597136854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6586551920597136854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6586551920597136854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6586551920597136854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-month.html' title='Ramadhan Month'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6741460893706920915</id><published>2009-07-25T20:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:02:51.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Season</title><content type='html'>Today at my dad's orchard, in Peringat, durians and rambutans are in season. I don't enjoy durian so I don't care whether its durian season or not. But my father enjoys eating them so much. Every now and then he will invite his friends to come over to his house and enjoy durians together. Now all the durians were eaten but theres more still on the tree waiting for them to ripe. My sister enjoys eating rambutan so much. She wants to bring back some to KL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6WD0yc7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/59NXWJy4LDE/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362373563228779442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6WD0yc7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/59NXWJy4LDE/s200/IMG_1269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was raining heavily in the afternoon. My father's friend help to lunge my horse Flicka since its not nice to ride a horse when the soil is wet. Lungeing horse is an activity which we tied a long rope to the horse and make the horse run in circle while we hold the rope in the centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6VF3cLLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wIn3UVjzEbA/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362373546596904114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6VF3cLLI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wIn3UVjzEbA/s200/IMG_1260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lungeing Flicka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6U5vjUJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jGs0Mby-CLw/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362373543342592146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6U5vjUJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jGs0Mby-CLw/s200/IMG_1258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362373550900087698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6VV5Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/U2aSZ1Cc5-s/s200/IMG_1261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr9R2g1XLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cR7Zy7RPiI0/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362376789470829746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr9R2g1XLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cR7Zy7RPiI0/s200/IMG_1263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with Kiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr9SBFJveI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZOFeic_hZlU/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362376792307514850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr9SBFJveI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZOFeic_hZlU/s200/IMG_1266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now in my flying school I'm already fully grounded for CAA6. Its tired. Tomorrow I have to go to school. I like flying phase more than ground school. Duh, I think almost everyone prefer flying phase than ground school. Or maybe except for my housemate CK who said he likes ground school more. But so far I feel that learning CAA6 is interesting and fun although its kind of difficult. I don't know, maybe later on I will be so stressed when my exam is near. Okay I have nothing else to say. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6741460893706920915?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6741460893706920915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6741460893706920915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6741460893706920915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6741460893706920915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruit-season.html' title='Fruit Season'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Smr6WD0yc7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/59NXWJy4LDE/s72-c/IMG_1269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6327897502869411101</id><published>2009-05-24T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:45:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another horse is ill</title><content type='html'>If you read my previous post, just want to tell you that Coco died on 18th May. It was very very sad day for me that time. There is no horse that can replace her. She was very hardworking and fun to ride. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjLeO_nxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/94tq4i5cJwA/s1600-h/coco%27s+death+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339241078529181074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjLeO_nxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/94tq4i5cJwA/s200/coco%27s+death+bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coco's Death Bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjLeAaIWsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4IFt2l-EjjM/s1600-h/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339241074613836482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjLeAaIWsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4IFt2l-EjjM/s200/IMG_0228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrying Coco's Body out using Backhoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Wednesday my sister bought a new horse in KL. This horse was bought not to replace Coco but just to add another horse in our stable. The horse is a she. She was sold to us because the previous owner who was from New Zealand is going back to her hometown for good. She sold the horse for a good price. The horse is black in colour and she is only 5 years old. I tried riding her yesterday and it was nice. She is obedient but a little bit naughty at times. My sister named the horse Flicka and she got the idea from the movie 'Flicka'. If you haven't watch that movie, please watch it. You will enjoy the movie eventhough if you're not a horse lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another horse of mine, which is a pony, around 12 hands high, is ill. Her name is Betty. She had a choke because she was clumsy when she eating. As a result, the food she ate cannot digest and she has no appetite to eat. She is still receiving treatment from doctor. She looks like dying. But there is still hope for her to live. Now she is lying down and cannot get up because she is too weak. Eventhough we tried pulling her up to make her stand up, she continued to lie down. My father told me there is a fifty fifty chance for her to live. Okay, see you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjM5aUOw4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HWYF-Mk8vc8/s1600-h/DSCN7588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339242644936508290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjM5aUOw4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/HWYF-Mk8vc8/s200/DSCN7588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Betty before the doctor arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjM5ttUDdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KfUbwMiFr9Q/s1600-h/DSCN7591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339242650141986258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjM5ttUDdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/KfUbwMiFr9Q/s200/DSCN7591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Betty receiving treatment. Her son, 'Sinbad' is sad looking at her mother. We chased him out because he was disturbing the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjM5_olD5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Aum2yg3X1f0/s1600-h/DSCN7596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339242654953967506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjM5_olD5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/Aum2yg3X1f0/s200/DSCN7596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Betty resting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6327897502869411101?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6327897502869411101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6327897502869411101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6327897502869411101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6327897502869411101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-horse-is-ill.html' title='Another horse is ill'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/ShjLeO_nxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/94tq4i5cJwA/s72-c/coco%27s+death+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-4234146645429687464</id><published>2009-05-17T14:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:23:42.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco heatstroke</title><content type='html'>Thanks for visiting my blog again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my family was all here in Kelantan because my father invited his friends to come over to KB to have barbecue and golf. About 20 guest from KL came over and I think they had fun in Kelantan playing golf. We had the barbeque at night and it was enjoyable night. One of my father's friend brought his family and me and my sister gave them tour in KB. We went Pasar Siti Khatijah and they bought batik, serunding and keropok lekor. We had fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horse named Coco was terribly ill yesterday. When we went back from KB, about 3pm, we saw Coco was restless. She looks like wanting to say something to us because she was following us in her paddock when we walk near her. Suddenly she loss control of herself and hit the tree and she fell down on the ground. My sister screamed loudly when she saw her falling down. She breathed rapidly and she looks damn tired. I immediately called for vet and ask him to come. I described the horse condition and the doctor told me to let the horse rest on the ground. He also asked us to pour alot of water on her to cool her body down. We suspected she's having heatstroke. It was a hot day. We always provide the horse enough water but it happens that this time she did not drink alot. So she can't sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came quite late and we were angry about that because the horse looks like dying. It happens that my friend is studying medicine for 4 years and she knows how to treat human in this situation. She asked me to massage her, strech her legs, put soak cloth on the horse's face, etc. While waiting for doctor we try to give the horse to drink and finally she looks better. After 1 hour finally the doctor came and injected her with some medicine so that she goes to sleep. Then he injected intravenous so that she got back her energy by regaining electrolyte. We felt relieve when she looks better. The doctor confirmed that shes having heatstroke. We were advised by someone to put fan in her stable next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw Coco still lying in her stable. She still looks tired. I don't know what is going to happen to her. Hope she get well soon. I felt sad because I'm going to leave her later because I'm going to go back to school tonight. Okay, I'm going to show you some pictures. Sorry the pictures are unclear because it was taken using my phone, Dopod, and its an old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sg-zNG_JBBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YVSSncop4YQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336681121252443154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sg-zNG_JBBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YVSSncop4YQ/s200/IMAGE_00323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doctor rescuing my horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sg-zNU5lonI/AAAAAAAAAUE/0tJF7vKb0q4/s1600-h/IMAGE_00324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336681124987249266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sg-zNU5lonI/AAAAAAAAAUE/0tJF7vKb0q4/s200/IMAGE_00324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully she'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-4234146645429687464?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/4234146645429687464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=4234146645429687464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/4234146645429687464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/4234146645429687464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/05/coco-heatstroke.html' title='Coco heatstroke'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sg-zNG_JBBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YVSSncop4YQ/s72-c/IMAGE_00323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-4282993585379303056</id><published>2009-05-10T16:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:54:36.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wesak Day</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wesak day in Kelantan. I have been in Kelantan for about 4 months now and started to miss my hometown in KL so much. But I don't really feel bored staying in Kelantan because its my parents hometown and I'm used to it. Eventough theres no interesting places to go shop, I'm OK. Pity to my friends who come and study pilot here because they felt so bored. Just now I went pasar raya Bilal in Kubang Kerian and the things sold there are expensive! So better buy your things in Tesco if you in Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already clock 3 hours in my logbook flying with my instructor in Piper Warrior. I did until straight and level 2 last Thursday, and its very hard to maintain level altitude when theres turbulence. Hopefully I will be good at it one day. When I finished my lesson with my instructor, I had a little chat with him while flying. He ask me about my family, what my father work as, how many siblings I got and wheres my father's hometown. I told my father's hometown in Peringat and that time we were flying above Melor. Then he gave me control of the aircraft and ask me to fly to Peringat and show me my Grandpa's house. I was so excited and I flew there. I showed him wheres my granpa's house, my auntie's house and my own house which was just built. Then he take over the controls and ask me to snap pictures of my father's hometown. I was so excited and thank him for allowing me to do this. So he flew around Peringat few times before we go back to Kota Bharu airport. I was very happy to see how my dad's hometown looks like from above. That night I sent the photos of Peringat from above to my father's and my sister's email. They were amazed looking at the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to say for today, its been a long time I did not update my blog. I don't expect anyone to read this because this is the first post for this year. The last time was last year. For those who already familiar with Peringat, I want to show the pictures taken from above. I know you can always see this from Google Earth but its not updated in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9H_rAn_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/yed5NPnW-Tc/s1600-h/Creek+Haus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334158753715494898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9H_rAn_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/yed5NPnW-Tc/s200/Creek+Haus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My house, Creek House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9H5CUgCI/AAAAAAAAATs/gccnN_7-PvI/s1600-h/Track+Kuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334158751934218274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9H5CUgCI/AAAAAAAAATs/gccnN_7-PvI/s200/Track+Kuda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My horse track 1000ft from above, looks big from above but its only 1 acre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9HINNJLI/AAAAAAAAATc/XmwgrTCFu_8/s1600-h/Cabae+3+Peringat+Moknikmoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334158738826536114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9HINNJLI/AAAAAAAAATc/XmwgrTCFu_8/s200/Cabae+3+Peringat+Moknikmoh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Road junction to Peringat. On the right of the junction, you can see my Aunt's house located left of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, hope to see you soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9H_rAn_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/yed5NPnW-Tc/s1600-h/Creek+Haus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-4282993585379303056?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/4282993585379303056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=4282993585379303056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/4282993585379303056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/4282993585379303056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2009/05/wesak-day.html' title='Wesak Day'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Sga9H_rAn_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/yed5NPnW-Tc/s72-c/Creek+Haus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6906036630352652005</id><published>2008-07-08T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:17:31.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishboat on fire</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, when I was with my family, on our way to Besut to attend my relative's wedding function, there was a big black smoke rising to the sky when we were at Tok Bali. We didn't know where it came from. At first my uncle thought someone was burning a big amount of tyres. But it does not make sense. And I thought a petrol station was on fire because the smoke was getting bigger. There were a few fire trucks came in our way to the venue. Soon the traffic become congested because people wants to bring their family to see this rare occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we getting closer to the venue. It was actually a boat on fire. We could not see the burning boat clearly until we were on the road bridge. Later, I heard that 5 person died in this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHN87mti7yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kcfYZLRCQjs/s1600-h/DSCN6363.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220653756498243362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHN87mti7yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kcfYZLRCQjs/s200/DSCN6363.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 boats on fire. View from the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93a5fcbf2089d608" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93a5fcbf2089d608%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8564638499AEE93CB05D5113B408C0086DE6D71B.5574AA0DED5F90844D27A246C3F54B8FA63CD790%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93a5fcbf2089d608%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVaHaYehVR-iQ6jjEMRC85UKLdPg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93a5fcbf2089d608%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8564638499AEE93CB05D5113B408C0086DE6D71B.5574AA0DED5F90844D27A246C3F54B8FA63CD790%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93a5fcbf2089d608%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVaHaYehVR-iQ6jjEMRC85UKLdPg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sister's room in Kelantan was uncomfortably warm when a lizard went into my sister's room's aircond's compressor. The aircond was not functioning since the lizard went into the compressor. When I called my technician to check the aircond, he founded a dead lizard killed by an electric shock. It was on the electronic circuit board the lizard died on. See this if you are interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHOCG_gzUEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1tbMf7-mGyQ/s1600-h/DSCN6346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659449692377154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHOCG_gzUEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1tbMf7-mGyQ/s200/DSCN6346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHOCHYGzbLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fNnZFKQaWYM/s1600-h/DSCN6347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220659456294218930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHOCHYGzbLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fNnZFKQaWYM/s200/DSCN6347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lizard lying dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have robbed a few seconds of your time viewing this pictures but it was really exciting for me. I ordered a new circuit board from Daikin in KL and my sister brought it to Kelantan. Now the aircond is workng fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6906036630352652005?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=93a5fcbf2089d608&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6906036630352652005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6906036630352652005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6906036630352652005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6906036630352652005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2008/07/fishboat-on-fire.html' title='Fishboat on fire'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SHN87mti7yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kcfYZLRCQjs/s72-c/DSCN6363.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-2100002336474352760</id><published>2008-04-09T13:59:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:52:33.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Farm Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello... It's been a long time I haven't posted anything. Actually I have alot of things that I wanted to post in my blog but I have no time to do it plus I am lazy. Now I have forgotten the things that I wanted to post in my blog. Nevermind, I'll just tell you about my visit to a farm which is run my father's friend. The farm is in Kelantan and there are alot of cows and horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the the farm to shop for a horse there. After that, I learned how the cow's milk being squeeze out. They use a sucker powered by an electric motor to suck the cow's milk. I saw this before in TV but now I got to see it live. I also drank the fresh cow's milk and it tasted good. My father's friend did not charge us for the cow's milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v214bOUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qqGSDdjrkW8/s1600-h/DSCN6062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191858564651235650" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v214bOUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qqGSDdjrkW8/s200/DSCN6062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cow's Barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3fd39eed7adfd7c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3fd39eed7adfd7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C8DDD4C0CBF71DAA6ADF52A70D85E19BEA5C063.75BB673455E5DED7F21204350941FBDEB3D95280%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3fd39eed7adfd7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D987_C80dyB_kpauA7bybqDsST9o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3fd39eed7adfd7c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C8DDD4C0CBF71DAA6ADF52A70D85E19BEA5C063.75BB673455E5DED7F21204350941FBDEB3D95280%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3fd39eed7adfd7c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D987_C80dyB_kpauA7bybqDsST9o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Milking the Cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are alot of horses there and most of them are cross bred with Arab horses. I wanted to buy this horse(shown below) because it is so beautiful. The shape of her body is nice and the colour is nice as well. She is dappled grey in colour and she looks cool. The owner told me he wants to keep her for training to enter competition. I think she got potential to win competition because her body is muscular and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v1l4bOSI/AAAAAAAAALk/CbJf_oy63VU/s1600-h/DSCN6051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191858543176399138" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v1l4bOSI/AAAAAAAAALk/CbJf_oy63VU/s200/DSCN6051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful Horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the end we decided to buy her mother named Mcqueen Runner, which is brown in colour. She is pregnant. She is carrying an Arab foal in her tummy. I really enjoyed riding her. She is hardworking and listen to rider's command. I don't have to pull the reins to make her stop while she is running, instead I just say 'halt' and she automatically stop. The owner gave her trophies to us after we bought her. She had won several competition in year 2002 and 2003 which are racing competition, endurance and jumping competition. She is quite a famous horse in Kelantan because when we mention her name to any of the horse enthusiast in Kelantan, they will start to talk how good the horse is. Alot of people already wanted to buy the horse to enter race competition so that they can win but the owner was afraid that people will challenge him later on and will use his horse for breeding. People are amazed we got to buy the horse. It is a waste that we are not going to use Mcqueen Runner to enter a race competiton. People say she runs so fast that we can't see her leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v3F4bOVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MU5C32wcapQ/s1600-h/DSCN6043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191858568946202962" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v3F4bOVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MU5C32wcapQ/s200/DSCN6043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mcqueen Runner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The horse in the picture below is a pure Arab horse and the owner told me this is the best horse he ever had. I believe him because everyone knows that Arab horses are very comfortable to ride. The horse's name is Pantheon. The horse never disobeyed rider's instruction and rarely being naughty. But Arab horse easily get shocked by anything. For example, the horse will start to run as fast as it can when it sees a transparent plastic bag flying across its path. The reason I'm showing this horse because this is the horse who mated with our Mcqueen Runner. But he already mated to other few hundreds mares, not Mcqueen alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v2V4bOTI/AAAAAAAAALs/WoLxlabNsPQ/s1600-h/DSCN6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191858556061301042" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v2V4bOTI/AAAAAAAAALs/WoLxlabNsPQ/s200/DSCN6055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pantheon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before we bring back our new horse, we put new horseshoes to Mcqueen Runner at equestrian club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v3V4bOWI/AAAAAAAAAME/XuQOWsGaLUE/s1600-h/DSCN6078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191858573241170274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v3V4bOWI/AAAAAAAAAME/XuQOWsGaLUE/s200/DSCN6078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fitting new shoes to Mcqueen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA1Oql4bOYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KoiDQNynd_c/s1600-h/DSCN6102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191892439058299266" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA1Oql4bOYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KoiDQNynd_c/s200/DSCN6102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She cannot be there because she can jump off the fence when she is bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is all that I want to say. Oh, I also want to show you one of many accidents I saw on the way to KL from KB. The accident was quite fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA1JEl4bOXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qOawssanWMs/s1600-h/RSCN6138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886288665131378" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA1JEl4bOXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qOawssanWMs/s200/RSCN6138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My father told me that the bus company, 'Cepat' is owned by one of his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA1OrF4bOZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vEamrSsKvGA/s1600-h/DSCN6134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191892447648233874" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA1OrF4bOZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vEamrSsKvGA/s200/DSCN6134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think its the truck fault. The truck is at the wrong lane, must be moving very fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I want to show you today. Thanks for reading my blog, see you soon and have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-2100002336474352760?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3fd39eed7adfd7c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2100002336474352760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=2100002336474352760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2100002336474352760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2100002336474352760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2008/04/farm-visit.html' title='Farm Visit'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SA0v214bOUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qqGSDdjrkW8/s72-c/DSCN6062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-2527055498265840932</id><published>2008-03-17T19:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:35:58.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Foal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello, I did alot of things for the past few weeks but just lazy to post something in my blog. I know that no one visit my blog because I didn't update on anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, last week on the 3rd of March, my horse Mirruh delivered a baby. My uncle told me she was delivered sometime in the afternoon. I was not there, I just came back from my house in Kelantan and I received the news the next day (My horses are in Kelantan). The baby foal was a girl and she was in shinny black in colour. My friend in Kelantan told me she was so beautiful! I was very excited. But we already promised the previous owner to give back the foal to him. My sister has made an agreement when she bought it that she will give her horse's foal to the previous owner. There was a conflict between my family and the previous owner because the previous owner of the horse was rude to us. So we decided to sell back the horse with the foal at the same price we bought. It was a long story that you might already know because we told you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YePV7yGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldgvJjE1wkM/s1600-h/Mirruh"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178673898060499042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YePV7yGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldgvJjE1wkM/s200/Mirruh%27s+foal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mirruh and foal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YevV7yHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S0NkyJwdomw/s1600-h/Foal+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178673906650433650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YevV7yHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S0NkyJwdomw/s200/Foal+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95Ye_V7yII/AAAAAAAAAKk/xM_pJNh1t3w/s1600-h/foal+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178673910945400962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95Ye_V7yII/AAAAAAAAAKk/xM_pJNh1t3w/s200/foal+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Milking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95Ye_V7yJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FyOhlruWjWw/s1600-h/foal+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178673910945400978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95Ye_V7yJI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FyOhlruWjWw/s200/foal+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YfPV7yKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pa198zhAk7I/s1600-h/foal+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178673915240368290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YfPV7yKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pa198zhAk7I/s200/foal+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you spot the black rabbit hiding from the camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken by my uncle using his phone and its not very clear when it is zoomed. I wish I could have the baby but the previous owner wants it so much. We already offer him a few thousand ringgit for the foal but he declined that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't shown any picture of Double Take, I'll show it now. She is a thoroughbred horse. She is white and very pretty. Bought it last 4 months. She was an ex racer that won 7 times in Penang Turf Club and already trained for riding. Eventhough she now only do slow canter, she still wants to to race because when I brought her to the beach, she became aggressive when she saw other horses racing with each other. She knew that if she race with them, she will be leaving those horse far behind because she is too fast. Ok, look at the picture for those who haven seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95iQvV7yLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nCLCIV6Xz-0/s1600-h/P1120601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684661248542898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95iQvV7yLI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nCLCIV6Xz-0/s200/P1120601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95iRPV7yMI/AAAAAAAAALE/I_qqtOpJa04/s1600-h/P1110569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684669838477506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95iRPV7yMI/AAAAAAAAALE/I_qqtOpJa04/s200/P1110569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me first time riding in my house. I was just wearing a rainboots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95iRvV7yNI/AAAAAAAAALM/IS1wRnQKm9Y/s1600-h/P2080815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178684678428412114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95iRvV7yNI/AAAAAAAAALM/IS1wRnQKm9Y/s200/P2080815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95lQfV7yOI/AAAAAAAAALU/YnQPFat_3ao/s1600-h/DSCN5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178687955488458978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95lQfV7yOI/AAAAAAAAALU/YnQPFat_3ao/s200/DSCN5670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filing the hooves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95lQvV7yPI/AAAAAAAAALc/EP7lrDbB2YQ/s1600-h/DSCN5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178687959783426290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95lQvV7yPI/AAAAAAAAALc/EP7lrDbB2YQ/s200/DSCN5674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putting the new horseshoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, in case you want to know, I was sad and dissapointed when I only got 4 As in SPM. That is terrible man! I know I'm stupid. I'm glad that both of my parents don't mind of what I got in my results because they know that its too late and we can't go back. But I still thank to God because at least I got some As. Actually I hate to go back to my parents hometown because my relatives will compare my results with my cousins and they will think that I'm not smart. Ok, I'm going back to Kelantan tomorrow and going to have longer stay there. See you soon. And good luck to those of my age who are going to continue their studies in anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-2527055498265840932?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2527055498265840932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=2527055498265840932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2527055498265840932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2527055498265840932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2008/03/foal.html' title='Foal'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R95YePV7yGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldgvJjE1wkM/s72-c/Mirruh%27s+foal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6358569111827072761</id><published>2008-02-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:34:07.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My trainer in Tractors Academy gave 2 weeks holiday for us for Chinese New Year. So I have plenty time to do what ever I like! I have been to Kota Bharu 4 days in a every week recently and I did alot of things. Last Wednesday I watched Thai Kick boxing in Kelantan with my uncle and my father. It was so fun! I enjoyed it and I like the crowd there who were shouting everytime the boxer made a nice punch. I regretted for not bringing my camera to record the game. There were thin but muscular boxer and also big body boxer. I prefer to watch thin players because their movement when fighting were faster compared to the fat player who were just look like they were playing wrestling. The ticket price for adult is RM12 and for children is RM6. But I think most of the kids there get to get in for free after a few rounds of boxing since they do not have the money. The boxing game was nice and some player were bleeding too. I planned to watch it again next time and I hope it will be much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday was my first time going back to Kelantan by&lt;a href="http://www.fireflyz.com.my/"&gt; Firefly&lt;/a&gt;. I like the trip because Firefly uses Fokker 50 aeroplane. The ride was a bit bumpy but I enjoyed it. We also took less time to embark and disembark the plane since the plane do not carry much passenger in it. I counted it has only 56 passenger and 2 stewardess and 2 pilots in the plane. So the total are only 60 person are on the plane. And it also much quieter compared to 737 or A320. Eventhough I didn't get free orange juice and peanuts, I like traveling by Firefly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see inside the cockpit too. So I took video in it since I like to see pilots working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cac259fe18c38d8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcac259fe18c38d8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CA181D8705E0723337D0A5C969023581FC26A76.1244058995CBFB2D9CBD4FBBBA790E286BFC57C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcac259fe18c38d8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLm8lP3sLwhY5Fo6BNW6LS32_Zf0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcac259fe18c38d8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CA181D8705E0723337D0A5C969023581FC26A76.1244058995CBFB2D9CBD4FBBBA790E286BFC57C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcac259fe18c38d8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLm8lP3sLwhY5Fo6BNW6LS32_Zf0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pilots don't mind me uploading this video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6358569111827072761?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cac259fe18c38d8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6358569111827072761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6358569111827072761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6358569111827072761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6358569111827072761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-holiday.html' title='Chinese New Year Holiday'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-1636473076579216792</id><published>2008-01-16T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:55:32.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tractors Academy'/><title type='text'>Tractors</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week and this week, I went to Tractors Academy to learn about heavy equipment. The place is at Tractors Malaysia office in Puchong. I joined this course was because I just want to know some knowledge about how heavy equipment works and some technical skill. I'm not planning to become a mechanic of heavy machine. About 5 people who joined the course are about my age who just finished their SPM exam just like me. The rest of the people are like 19 to 21 years old who really wants to learn and wants to work as a heavy equipment mechanic. Yesterday, I had the chance to drive a 527 dozer/skidder, 938G Wheel Loader and Caterpillar Hydraulic excavator. Of course my trainer was beside me when I was driving these vehicles. I like to drive the wheel loader because its just like driving a car but we can also control the front bucket to take some sand. In Tractors Malaysia, there is a demo area for heavy equipment to be tested. So I enjoyed myself playing with sand in the demo area. My trainer was fierce and scold me a few times because I didn't understand what he asking me to do. The excavator was quite hard, but my trainer helped me with the joysticks. But the trainer was actually a friendly guy and he told me that safety is very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, before I drive these vehicles, the safety briefing was going on in a lecture room for 2 days. It was so boring. Before that we watched several safety video clips. The trainer wants to make sure that we really remember to follow safety procedures. I felt proud of myself that I already drove a tractor eventough I haven't got my driving licence yet. Speaking of driving licence, I still haven't sit for Undang Test eventough I went for 5 hours course two weeks ago. The driving school still haven't contact me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fd8vs2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TyXw04W8Tic/s1600-h/Demo+area.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155853529233807762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fd8vs2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TyXw04W8Tic/s200/Demo+area.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Demo Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41FeMvs2aI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vlETfXWMEow/s1600-h/527+bulldozer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155853533528775074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41FeMvs2aI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vlETfXWMEow/s200/527+bulldozer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;527 Skidder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41FeMvs2bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fLQxTvkcvgI/s1600-h/928G+wheel+loader.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155853533528775090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41FeMvs2bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fLQxTvkcvgI/s200/928G+wheel+loader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me on 938G. But this is not the one I drive, I drove the older and dirtier 938G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fecvs2cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jteH4CgYp84/s1600-h/Inside+938G.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155853537823742402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fecvs2cI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jteH4CgYp84/s200/Inside+938G.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside 938G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fesvs2dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H064P9W9jcg/s1600-h/Escavator.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155853542118709714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fesvs2dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H064P9W9jcg/s200/Escavator.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caterpillar Hydraulic Excavator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R43qUMvs2eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MUwScTTYoF0/s1600-h/me+with+tractor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156034781148666338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R43qUMvs2eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MUwScTTYoF0/s200/me+with+tractor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me on tractor, but I didn't drive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R43qUMvs2fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Oy2YmXWhcqw/s1600-h/PM-200.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156034781148666354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R43qUMvs2fI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Oy2YmXWhcqw/s200/PM-200.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with cold planer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R43qUcvs2gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yakwU86nZfI/s1600-h/Jordan+on.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156034785443633666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R43qUcvs2gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yakwU86nZfI/s200/Jordan+on.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend Jordan in black shirt boarding the excavator. The trainer is the one wearing white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was very boring to wait for my turn to play with these heavy machine but it was exciting to have the control of a big machine. This week programme is called Machine Familiazation. 3 days we got to play with these machine. But next week I will no more play with the machine, I will have to do bench fitting and already starting to learn about how to fix heavy machine. I know some of you might see heavy equipment as a boring thing to learn but I found it quite interesting. Ok, see you soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-1636473076579216792?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1636473076579216792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=1636473076579216792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1636473076579216792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1636473076579216792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2008/01/tractors.html' title='Tractors'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R41Fd8vs2ZI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TyXw04W8Tic/s72-c/Demo+area.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-1988198836256641354</id><published>2008-01-02T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:22:15.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>I really missed 2007 alot. But I prefer 2008 because I don't have to go to school anymore. But I'll miss school someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything on the midnight of 2008 and I was in Kelantan sleeping that night. In Kelantan almost everything that is entertaining are not allowed. There are no night clubs or parties going on there so it was not so happening celebrating new year's eve in Kelantan. Maybe just a few parties happening at hotels and houses. Most people in Kelantan prefer to celebrate new year's eve in Terengganu because it is more happening there. Here in Kelantan, even the 1st of January was not a public holiday. I suppose people here does not celebrate new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I plan to buy a car that is maybe Isuzu Citation. But my sister hate that car because it is big and ugly. She says its like buying another trash. My father kind of agree with that car because its easy to maintain and fuel effieciency. But maybe my sister was right, the car does not look so good. I'll have to look for another cheap second hand car. OK, I've got to go out with my mom now. Talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-1988198836256641354?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1988198836256641354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=1988198836256641354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1988198836256641354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1988198836256641354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-2008.html' title='New Year 2008'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-6224033835898863943</id><published>2007-12-26T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:44:38.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><title type='text'>Christmas Holiday</title><content type='html'>Its been a while I didn't post anything in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends went to interesting places this holiday. They all went overseas but I still went to the same place which is Kelantan. But I never got bored going there because it is very enjoyable staying there. There, I could ride horse everyday at the beach, Tesco contruction site and even at my father's orchard. I also enjoyed seeing a cow and a lamb being slaughtered last Hari Raya Aidil Adha. The interesting part of this event was we had fun with the lamb before slaughtering it. We ride the lamb, pull the lamb's horns, that was what my father did and we did many more. My nephew likes to ride the lamb. But we never make the animal suffer. I tried to climb on top a cow but the cow seems to run away from me so I cancelled my wish to ride the cow. I wanted to ride the cow so much but I was too scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the way to Kelantan, my father could not use the usual road because it was flooded so we use alternative road which is using the highway and using Grik road. So the journey took longer than usual which was 10 hours. Most of you don't know the road that I'm talking about because you seldom go to Kelantan. On the way back, we use the Terengganu there and had keropok lekor. It was very tasty. OK, now I'll show you the picture of the cow that my uncle had slaughtered. Please see it eventhough if you are not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGN0hO_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/3BysikYyGvI/s1600-h/Cow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490791640972274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGN0hO_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/3BysikYyGvI/s200/Cow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tying the rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGd0hPAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/l9SB3CH44Hc/s1600-h/Cow+fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490795935939586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGd0hPAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/l9SB3CH44Hc/s200/Cow+fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cow has fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGd0hPBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0iebA_qIhMk/s1600-h/Cow+dead.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490795935939602" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGd0hPBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0iebA_qIhMk/s200/Cow+dead.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cow died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGt0hPCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/efX3IZdfA64/s1600-h/Barbeque.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148490800230906914" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGt0hPCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/efX3IZdfA64/s200/Barbeque.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cooking the Beef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3Md8N0hPDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TEizDeyU71c/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491719353908274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3Md8N0hPDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TEizDeyU71c/s200/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My nephew riding the goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3Md8d0hPEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F2-rxULU02g/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148491723648875586" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3Md8d0hPEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/F2-rxULU02g/s200/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh oh, I think the goat is gonna fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually there are more pictures that I wanted to show you but the pictures are in my sister's camera. Maybe I'll upload again. The picture that I'll upload will be more interesting unlike the picture above which is not so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;The video below shows the people trying to make to cow collapse so that it can be slaughtered. There is no slaughtering in this video because it is violent so I cut it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-540f6e57d5c2745c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D540f6e57d5c2745c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D141B87866A9C08FB145AAB7A32E525DE80AD46BD.2DAF099539FE75295EA1197B8219C03074424D7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D540f6e57d5c2745c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgSG7e-KHM_6A8FLmtLIO0a__7tA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D540f6e57d5c2745c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D141B87866A9C08FB145AAB7A32E525DE80AD46BD.2DAF099539FE75295EA1197B8219C03074424D7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D540f6e57d5c2745c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgSG7e-KHM_6A8FLmtLIO0a__7tA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spending your time on watching this unimportant video. I really appreciate it. I'll upload more interesting video next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-6224033835898863943?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=540f6e57d5c2745c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/6224033835898863943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=6224033835898863943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6224033835898863943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/6224033835898863943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-holiday.html' title='Christmas Holiday'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R3MdGN0hO_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/3BysikYyGvI/s72-c/Cow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-7394273389205133567</id><published>2007-12-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:35:13.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Raining Season</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Kelantan yesterday and it was raining non stop. The rain stop for a few minutes and after that it continued to rain heavily. I stayed there for one week and I thought the raining was only in Kelantan but when I went back to KL, it also raining heavily here. It was just started to flood last Saturday at certain places in Kelantan. My uncle couldn't go anywhere recently because it was flooded and he and his family were trapped there. They have to wait until the the flood drain out. I think by today all the flood are already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNEVUA8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LytC5wvW5jk/s1600-h/DSCN5575.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142228091121435586" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNEVUA8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LytC5wvW5jk/s200/DSCN5575.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of flooding in Kelantan. The road here was not flooded because it is higher than the height of the flood. So, alot of cars were seen parking at the side of the road to prevent the car from sinking in the flood. Before the raining season, I went horse riding at two places, one at pantai Melawi and one more at Tesco construction site. But it is very dangerous to ride horse at Tesco construction site because of the dangerous materials laying on the ground. I am so excited that Tesco is opening soon in Kelantan but it will be crowded because Kelantanese people like to shop cheap goods. I feel pity for those small grocery store nearby the Tesco store because soon people won't buy anything from their shop because Tesco has better choice of things and its cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good time in Kelantan last week. Now I'm sick. I'm now having fever and soar throat because I went outside when its raining in Kelantan. OK, I have more stories to tell you but I'm sick now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNUVUA9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uN9AJCmUyxs/s1600-h/baby+foal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142228095416402898" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNUVUA9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uN9AJCmUyxs/s200/baby+foal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My father's friend just got a new born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zj-kVUBDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/u65e9vQv5q8/s1600-h/New+born.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142235538594726962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zj-kVUBDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/u65e9vQv5q8/s200/New+born.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just after an hour being delivered, the foal could already walk. Not like new born humans who are weak and takes time to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNkVUA_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/XvE4Lr7kmzM/s1600-h/DSCN5509.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142228099711370226" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNkVUA_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/XvE4Lr7kmzM/s200/DSCN5509.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister's poney, Kristi already married to a palomino horse. I got a video of them mating. Not sure whether I should upload it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNkVUBAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/txP35f3zZuc/s1600-h/DSCN5550.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142228099711370242" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNkVUBAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/txP35f3zZuc/s200/DSCN5550.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The place where me and my friends ride horse. Tesco construction site. But we do not interrupt the workers doing their job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNUVUA-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2qurYctbl4o/s1600-h/cub.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142228095416402914" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNUVUA-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2qurYctbl4o/s200/cub.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First time pulling our horse cub using freelander. It looks cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zmaUVUBEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rOao0iWeXFs/s1600-h/freelander+pulling+cub.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142238214359352386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zmaUVUBEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rOao0iWeXFs/s200/freelander+pulling+cub.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if a Defender pulls the cub, it will be look much nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdtUVUBBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BTusJqWliYM/s1600-h/DSCN5552.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142228645172216850" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdtUVUBBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BTusJqWliYM/s200/DSCN5552.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ustaz (agama teacher) riding a horse since it is sunnah nabi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there will be not much &lt;em&gt;pahala&lt;/em&gt; (merit) now if we ride horse. Muslim people ride horse because of Prophet Muhammad did it and we can receive &lt;em&gt;pahala&lt;/em&gt; if we followed what he did. In the olden days, the most fastest vehicle was a horse and the most modern weapon was bow and arrow. So Prophet Muhammad told us (muslim) to learn to ride horse and learn to use bow and arrow so that we can spread Islam. So, that is why he told us that by riding horse we can earn &lt;em&gt;pahala&lt;/em&gt;. But now riding horse is only for leisure and we can't fight in a war using a horse and arrows anymore. People who are riding horse to fight in a war will be blown up by bomb dropped by F-15 fighter plane. I think if we learn to become a pilot of a fighter jet, we can get more &lt;em&gt;pahala &lt;/em&gt;than riding a horse because it is the fastest vehicle we had today. And invent a high tech weapon also will give more &lt;em&gt;pahala. &lt;/em&gt;Then the muslim people can sell their weapons to other people instead of buying from them. Erm... why am I still typing, I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zmaUVUBEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rOao0iWeXFs/s1600-h/freelander+pulling+cub.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-7394273389205133567?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/7394273389205133567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=7394273389205133567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/7394273389205133567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/7394273389205133567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/12/raining-season.html' title='Raining Season'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R1zdNEVUA8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/LytC5wvW5jk/s72-c/DSCN5575.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-5993971449996160553</id><published>2007-12-01T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:56:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Mouse</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my final SPM paper and it was accounts 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't feel happy when the exam ends. I couldn't feel the exam that I had always been afraid of was over. But I know why I did not feel happy, first, because I had already been enjoying myself one week before the accounts paper started. Before the last paper, there was no paper for me for one week. So I already felt I was free that time. Another thing is, I didn't work hard enough and didn't study alot before this so I felt just the same before and after the exam. Eventhough I didn't study alot, I did study for my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I want to forget about the exam. I just want to enjoy my life before I get my exam result. I hope I will not be sad when I receive my result. When I was sitting for the last paper which was accounts 1, I had a terrible stomach ache. My stomach ache was caused by the stale pizza that I ate the night before the exam. I think I should advice you that don't buy pizza from pizza hut. I ordered the pizza through phone and when my pizza was delivered, I ate it straight away. I know it was caused by the pizza and not other food because before I ate pizza at night, I ate my mother's cuttle fish and my mother did not get stomach ache. So it was definitely the pizza that had caused this or maybe the garlic bread that I ordered together with the pizza. Sometimes the pizza from pizza hut is good but sometimes its stale. Domino's pizza or Shakey's pizza is better actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why am I telling you all these stories? Actually I wanted to show the mouse that had been trapped in a cage that was set up by my father. The mouse was notorious and live for a very long time in my kitchen. The mouse had dig several holes on my kitchen cabinet, steal food, scare my sisters and did alot more terrible things during the mouse inhabitant in my kitchen. Then finally, the mouse was caught in a cage in the afternoon. My father was thinking how to dispose a mouse that's still alive. So I suggest him to shoot the mouse using a rifle before throwing it in the dustbin. My father agreed and he shot the mouse at night. I asked my father that I want to shoot the mouse but my father didn't allow me to do so because it is hard to shoot a mouse from outside the cage. When my father pointed the rifle to the mouse in the cage, the mouse thought we were going to feed it. So the mouse was sniffing and nudging the rifle point and in a count of 3, the mouse was shot at point blank. It was a very very very sad death. It was the second most saddest killing after Saddam Hussein's. OK, let me show the video of the mouse killing. Warning, this video is not suitable for the people with the faint of heart. No, its nothing actually, just watch it, its enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killing took place at my house backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52670591a8fca288" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52670591a8fca288%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D865791B6E3F2D2A7CEF9EC6C9FEE4888D7DF1B96.5296485B7AA345BA93C1483630476CBD5834BB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52670591a8fca288%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY3j8pHk4lvmuDZWX2TkXLi-qxDI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D52670591a8fca288%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048775%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D865791B6E3F2D2A7CEF9EC6C9FEE4888D7DF1B96.5296485B7AA345BA93C1483630476CBD5834BB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52670591a8fca288%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY3j8pHk4lvmuDZWX2TkXLi-qxDI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-5993971449996160553?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52670591a8fca288&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5993971449996160553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=5993971449996160553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/5993971449996160553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/5993971449996160553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/12/death-of-mouse.html' title='Death of a Mouse'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-8261359237232274145</id><published>2007-11-23T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T12:18:28.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Second week of exam done</title><content type='html'>I have one more subject to go that is Accounts paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my second last paper which was chemistry paper. Most of the questions I could not do because I didn't study and also because I dislike chemistry. I hope I will get at least B for my chemistry because there is no hope for me to get A... :( . I don't know why I can't do chemistry but some of my classmates who are like me dropped chemistry since last year. Some people either like or hate chemistry. Before the exam started, since I couldn't do much for my chemistry because it was too late, I took some pictures of others doing last minute study. When the paper started, I finished the paper one hour before the time ended. Before this, if I had finished doing my paper, I could leave the examination room anytime. But I can only leave the room between 30 minutes after exam starts and 10 minutes before the exam ends. But now, we cannot do that anymore because our headmistress set a new rule. She told all the invigilators to not allow students to leave until the exam ends. This new rule was set because there has already been cases of student trying to cheat. It happened in my school but I'm not sure who did it and how she did it. Someone told me its a she. I was glad that the most scariest paper, chemistry has ended and I hope I will not study the subject again forever. It was a mistake, I should have given up chemistry earlier on and live peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjBCaeOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/APSj1sFuhnY/s1600-h/asking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135827111497070818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjBCaeOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/APSj1sFuhnY/s200/asking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After paper 1, Kenn Quan asking whether his answers were correct. He was very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjRCaeQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3QfSh-u6Zs0/s1600-h/girls+studying.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135827115792038146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjRCaeQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3QfSh-u6Zs0/s200/girls+studying.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the girls how serious they are studying for paper 2 now. They are sometimes selfish too. They do not study together even among themeselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjRCaePI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hTnHgh_tClE/s1600-h/discussing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135827115792038130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjRCaePI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hTnHgh_tClE/s200/discussing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike guys, they are willing to share their knowledge with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjhCaeRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cPpqZp38D30/s1600-h/Me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135827120087005458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjhCaeRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cPpqZp38D30/s200/Me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm doing last minute revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfkBCaeSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RJYaVg8f3AI/s1600-h/SQ,+Jon,+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135827128676940066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfkBCaeSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/RJYaVg8f3AI/s200/SQ,+Jon,+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm pretending to look interested in chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my exam, I went to see KL grand prix horse rehearsal since my sister's friends horse from Kelantan took part in some competition for poneys. It is held at Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its some kind of telematch for horse that consists of two teams. The competition will be between the Kelantan riders and Australian riders. Actually I don't really understand the game. What I saw was the riders were to passing the baton to other riders on a horse. Its like 4x400m race where runners pass baton to the next runner. The Australian borrowed our horse from Kelantan since they can't do this telematch with a tall horse because it involves getting up and down the horse many times and its very hard to do that quickly on a tall horse. All of the Kelantanese riders were used to ride the horse bareback. That means they ride the horse without a saddle. So the Kelantanese riders ride the horse bareback in this competition. At first the Australian riders ride on a saddle, but when they saw our riders rode the horse bareback, they followed us. Now, they too ride horse bareback. But if they are unused to it, it will be painfull to seat on a bare horseback due to the backbone of the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister regrets she didn't lend her horse, Kristy in this competition. She regrets because someone had offered her to transport her Kristy from Kelantan to KL but she was worried about Kristy's safety. The Majlis Equin will have to give several injection to her horse if she going to lend her horse to them. The injection is to prevent the horses from spreading their deseases if they have any desease. Oh ok, I got to go. Speak to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNhCaeTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VLHXEpIhhr0/s1600-h/DSCN5246.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135868523571738930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNhCaeTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VLHXEpIhhr0/s200/DSCN5246.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNhCaeUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bVCpEZvG5Ek/s1600-h/DSCN5247.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135868523571738946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNhCaeUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bVCpEZvG5Ek/s200/DSCN5247.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNxCaeVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exhp_afojoc/s1600-h/DSCN5249.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135868527866706258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNxCaeVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/exhp_afojoc/s200/DSCN5249.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNxCaeWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UUwQOfVcxFs/s1600-h/DSCN5259.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135868527866706274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNxCaeWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UUwQOfVcxFs/s200/DSCN5259.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFOBCaeXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v9bnec9nVpc/s1600-h/DSCN5273.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135868532161673586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFOBCaeXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v9bnec9nVpc/s200/DSCN5273.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZF8hCaeYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/coGaARxxMsM/s1600-h/DSCN5275.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135869331025590658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZF8hCaeYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/coGaARxxMsM/s200/DSCN5275.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZFNhCaeUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bVCpEZvG5Ek/s1600-h/DSCN5247.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZF9BCaeZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/h0n8I3HRxzg/s1600-h/DSCN5279.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135869339615525266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0ZF9BCaeZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/h0n8I3HRxzg/s200/DSCN5279.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-8261359237232274145?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/8261359237232274145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=8261359237232274145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/8261359237232274145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/8261359237232274145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/11/second-week-of-exam-done.html' title='Second week of exam done'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/R0YfjBCaeOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/APSj1sFuhnY/s72-c/asking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-2206457922531208477</id><published>2007-11-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:45:47.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>Tow Bar</title><content type='html'>Today, I have just completed one week of my SPM exam. I have already sat for 5 subjects and there are still 5 more subjects to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of SPM exam was not very difficult because it was only Bahasa Melayu, Sejarah, English, Math and EST(English for Science and Technology). Eventhough I said it was not difficult doesn't mean its easy. They are all very difficult especially Sejarah that I went out early from the exam room because I was unable to answer the questions. But I still manage to answer all the question eventhough my answers was mostly crap. Next week its going to be harder. There are still another 2 weeks to go for SPM and after that I will relax for few months. I was sad and happy because not chosen for National Service. I was sad because I would like to experience on how its like to be in the National Service. I also happy because I could go to my father's hometown and spend time there. But my father told me its better to spend time in KB than in NS. I don't entirely agree with my father. For now, my father said don't get sick before my SPM exam ends. After that my father said you can even die after SPM. Oh, I forgot, I would like to tell you that I have done my both english papers that are the normal english paper and EST papers. So that means I have done the englsih essays that I have always worried about. I hope I did not make many grammar errors in my essays. Of course I read my essays again after doing it to check for my grammar errors. OK, I want to forget about the paper that I have done and concentrate on the coming exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my father had fitted a tow bar into his Freelander car. Its for pulling the horse cub in KB. He sent his car to Land Rover in the morning and pick his car in the afternoon. He was not happy on how the Land Rover mechanic installed the tow bar. He couldn't sleep properly last night because of the improper installation by the Land Rover mechanic. Then, this afternoon after I came back from school, he asked me to help him hold the spanner on the nuts as he turn his ring spanner on the bolt. I'm sure you were wondering what is wrong with the installation of the tow bar, before I explain, look at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzBCaeKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R4Os6YiKylY/s1600-h/Towbar1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133411759328753826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzBCaeKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R4Os6YiKylY/s200/Towbar1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before my father change the position of the socket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzRCaeLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y3oyK1HIzEw/s1600-h/Towbar2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133411763623721138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzRCaeLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Y3oyK1HIzEw/s200/Towbar2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side view, the socket is the round thing. The socket can't be seen because it has cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzRCaeMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hpUySGfLU6s/s1600-h/Towbar3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133411763623721154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzRCaeMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hpUySGfLU6s/s200/Towbar3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After my father change the position of the socket. He puts it inside so that the horse cub can turn without hitting the socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzhCaeNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rW8HYg0wd5A/s1600-h/Towbar4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133411767918688466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzhCaeNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rW8HYg0wd5A/s200/Towbar4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My father change the side of the bolts and nuts so it looks nicer and easy to open it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK, that's all I want to say now. Sorry if my story is too long and boring. But I really appreciate to those people who patiently read my story until the very end. Thank you for reading. I will pray to those who read every word of my story to live happily for the rest of their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-2206457922531208477?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2206457922531208477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=2206457922531208477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2206457922531208477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2206457922531208477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/11/tow-bar.html' title='Tow Bar'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rz2KzBCaeKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R4Os6YiKylY/s72-c/Towbar1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-483578587520295213</id><published>2007-11-06T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:55:49.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Pasir Puteh Race</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pasir Puteh in Kelantan to see a horse race. It was not a horse race where the rich people go and people placing their bets. It was a horse race held in the village where the people who own horses in Kelantan bring their horses to show off what their horses can do. The presents for the winners were just hampers, stand fans and bicycle. I didn't plan to go to Kelantan last weekend since I have to study for my SPM next week but my father asked me to accompany him because he didn't want to be alone when driving to Kelantan. The horse race are held many times in Kelantan at many different places. So this race was not so grand because the track was too small. I watched horse race at Tanah Merah and Pengkalan Chepa last time, the horse track was wide and very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kelantan, no one watch horse race at the equestrian club and the equestrian club is not popular because most people keep their horses at their homes, not at the club. There's one equestrian club located at Gunong that I have been to. Most of the horses there are Arab horses. My sister had been there to ride horses and she knows the people there. But horses that are kept there are well taken care of. The horses there are also cultured and follow the riders instruction. They do not move around when we put the saddle and the bridle on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, actually I want to show you guys how do horse race look like in the village in Kelantan. But this race only allowed 3 horses to race at one time because of the small track space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b6a00fc00f7c0b0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6a00fc00f7c0b0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EE29EC60035945CD661495388E96DA564FB0F8C.499FB4053A5E145D8BD31C8E799A90D1FE7DFCC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6a00fc00f7c0b0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIymSrthOJp1SeNBjDYRq7IJpESo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db6a00fc00f7c0b0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EE29EC60035945CD661495388E96DA564FB0F8C.499FB4053A5E145D8BD31C8E799A90D1FE7DFCC8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db6a00fc00f7c0b0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIymSrthOJp1SeNBjDYRq7IJpESo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the video above is working or not because I tried playing it but it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, continue with my other story, if you see at the left of this blog, you can see a pony named Apple. Well, we already sold that horse for a very low price because we wanted to get rid of her. Apple has a very bad attitude and bad behavior that is very hard to train her. We sold Apple to someone that we know, then when we are at the horse track, we could not believe he put Apple in this horse race too. Apple had won 2nd place since there were only two horses were racing. But the owner still get a consolation prize because of participating in the race.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_0sKT6aaI/AAAAAAAAADc/f1Z4KMBL3oI/s1600-h/DSCN4950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129587540117580194" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_0sKT6aaI/AAAAAAAAADc/f1Z4KMBL3oI/s200/DSCN4950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apple getting ready in a race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There were also veterans who joined the race and some of them fell off the horseback and badly injured. An ambulance came after that and brought him to hospital. I missed the event because we went back early because of the rain and we heard this story from my father's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_0sqT6abI/AAAAAAAAADk/KvaNiOV9lMo/s1600-h/DSCN4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129587548707514802" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_0sqT6abI/AAAAAAAAADk/KvaNiOV9lMo/s200/DSCN4946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the veterans who took part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;When it was raining, the event was not postponed but it was continued. Look at the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6f3d7fb804da2e9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6f3d7fb804da2e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E071E1C6655B297F33825DB6D1D73CCF9B08528.23576355718CE26B8FD117B54D827CC07617DDF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6f3d7fb804da2e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLomcU2AasPUf8UuHgfipNMJZbOM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6f3d7fb804da2e9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048776%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E071E1C6655B297F33825DB6D1D73CCF9B08528.23576355718CE26B8FD117B54D827CC07617DDF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6f3d7fb804da2e9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLomcU2AasPUf8UuHgfipNMJZbOM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not stay at the horse track for long, we just went there for half an hour and went back. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8xKT6acI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ukf0Pb2Zqc/s1600-h/DSCN4932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129596422109948354" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8xKT6acI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ukf0Pb2Zqc/s200/DSCN4932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8xqT6adI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C-QVHNhjKbA/s1600-h/DSCN4937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129596430699882962" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8xqT6adI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C-QVHNhjKbA/s200/DSCN4937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8yKT6aeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/H2LogvOhWnQ/s1600-h/DSCN4952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129596439289817570" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8yKT6aeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/H2LogvOhWnQ/s200/DSCN4952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8yaT6afI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qLheGmkkN0Q/s1600-h/DSCN4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129596443584784882" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8yaT6afI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qLheGmkkN0Q/s200/DSCN4957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8y6T6agI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XDx84XVOsdc/s1600-h/DSCN4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129596452174719490" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_8y6T6agI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XDx84XVOsdc/s200/DSCN4959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I would like to show you. Sorry if the video is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-483578587520295213?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b6a00fc00f7c0b0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6f3d7fb804da2e9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/483578587520295213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=483578587520295213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/483578587520295213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/483578587520295213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/11/pasir-puteh-race.html' title='Pasir Puteh Race'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Ry_0sKT6aaI/AAAAAAAAADc/f1Z4KMBL3oI/s72-c/DSCN4950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-1899189072771672260</id><published>2007-10-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:27:06.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sad morning</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;This morning at about 5.45am my father woke me up and told me that my auntie's husband is going to pass away very soon. We left our house after that to head to University Hospital to visit the patient. Before this, I have visited the patient for a few times for the last 4 months and he was unconscious all the time. This was caused by the heart attacked. The blood did not reached the brain for more than 45 minutes during the attack. This caused the brain to damage. For 4 months he could not do anything except lying on the bed and the food was supplied through his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I reached the hospital, I met my cousins and my uncle and had some chat. It was at the emergency place. Then I had a peep with my father at the emergency room of my auntie's husband. He was struggling to breathe and he looked as if he was suffering. That time it was expected 1 hour before he going to pass away. After that my father was discussing with his nephew about the preparation of the place of burial. I was waiting for quite a while and then decided to go to the lavatory. After I returned to the place where everybody were gathered, there were no one there. I quickly rushed to the emergency room and saw many people at my auntie's husband side. He was critically ill and looks very exhausted and about to die. The computer monitor showed many red sign all over the screen and a nonstop beeping sound was heard rapidly. There was a nurse and a doctor observing the patient. All my relatives were saying their prayers and suddenly I saw his breathing stopped. I saw on computer monitor, instead of numbers on it, it replaced by a dash, -- and a straight line was seen to show there was no heartbeat. But my relatives still saying their prayers. I think my auntie's husband died peacefully without any problems. Then the doctors officially told the family that he is gone. The maid who took care of him was crying terribly. I felt sad for the family but I forgot to wish condolence to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very sad but it makes me realize that the world is only temporary. You can be rich, beautiful, smart, greedy, arrogant, famous or powerful but in the end you will end up buried in the soil and as the wind blows, you will be forgotten. Some people might want to quarrel all the time, hurt peoples feelings and cheat others but they forgot that they will end up being buried in the graveyard just like everyone else. So it is better for us not to be greedy and arrogant to others because in the end we will loose everything when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'm going to study now. Sorry if my story is sad.. I will post happy story next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I will check my english error later.. If there is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-1899189072771672260?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1899189072771672260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=1899189072771672260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1899189072771672260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1899189072771672260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/10/very-sad-morning.html' title='Very sad morning'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-5345919854879578623</id><published>2007-10-18T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:22:01.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I went back to Kota Bharu with my family for Hari Raya. We were expecting for a terrible traffic jam because most of the people were going back to their hometown on the same day. We went off from our house at 7.30am and packed some food in case we arrived after buka puasa. Last time we already experienced arriving after buka puasa and we couldn't stop anywhere to get some food because there were too many cars stopping. The petrol stations were crowded and we also could not go to any restaurant that time. Luckily we got some biscuits. So this time we brought some food so that we don't have trouble if we stuck in a traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the traffic were moving smoothly on the highway. Then when we moved to the two lanes road, the traffic became a bit slower due to many cars on the road. It was a one way traffic because most of the cars are heading North. Then before reaching Raub, its started to jam. We expected to arrive in KB at 1.00am in the morning like last time we went to KB during hari raya. Then there were alot of cars overtaking illegally from the left and right. It became two lanes heading the same way after that. I didn't know why alot of people wanted to break the law and made the jam even worse on the fasting month. We should be more patient during this month and don't make other people angry. I think God will be very angry to these people. We were very angry to these people and we were stuck in a traffic jam for one and a half hours. In the end, the traffic jam was caused by the policewomen and policemen. When we arrived Raub, there were a group of policewomen in front of the police station distributing goodies in conjunction with hari raya. My father was very angry for causing big jam but we all couldn't stop laughing at their stupidity. The 40km of traffic jam was caused by the police! They tried to do good deeds but at the wrong time. I felt very sad for the police. I think other cars were cursing to the police because they had wasted their time. Inside the goody bag there was mineral water, sweets, dates, stickers and maps showing the alternative roads. After that, the traffic were moving smoothly. The incident really made our day because it was too funny. During the whole journey, of course there was a few traffic jam because of the traffic light but the jam was not as bad as the jam we had at Raub. We arrived at 5.30pm and it took 10 hours to reached to Kota Bharu. Usually it only takes 7 hours from KL to KB. Here are some pictures that I want to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee259/kakalo90/DSCN4764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee259/kakalo90/DSCN4766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars overtaking from left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee259/kakalo90/DSCN4771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policewoman giving goody bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee259/kakalo90/DSCN4776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident. This car was moving too fast and overtake dangerously. We already expected this to happen because this car overtake us dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee259/kakalo90/DSCN4764.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-5345919854879578623?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/5345919854879578623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=5345919854879578623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/5345919854879578623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/5345919854879578623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya-traffic-jam.html' title='Hari Raya Traffic Jam'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-448556762086813014</id><published>2007-10-02T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:08:22.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><title type='text'>went back to KB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday I had just return from my father's hometown. Actually I went there almost every weekend. I have nothing to do so I took picture with the kids there. They didn't go to school that day because it was Saturday morning. I had alot of fun spending time in Kelantan. I planned to stay there longer next time after I finished my SPM and go for adventure there. My uncle said he is going to drive me and my sister to Thailand and see more interesting places. I can't wait to go there. Maybe we will go drive up to Phuket! We could also save money from buying air tickets. But its sure going to be tiring. Last weekend we just went to Thai border, Rantau Panjang to buy some junks. Its my auntie's favourite place to shop because it has alot of junks. It is a popular place because it has alot of stuff which are fake. All I bought there is only cashew nuts and it taste good. I went to Ramadhan Market near my house in Kelantan and there are alot of variety of food. I would say the Ramadhan Market in Kelantan is better than what we have in Selangor and it is cheap too. The people who are selling there are polite too compared to people here who some are very snobbish. But maybe some people don't like the food there because their taste of food does not match the Kelantan food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These pictures are taken just for fun to show what I did last weekend. I went to a jetty that kept alot of Vietnamese fisherman boat that have been captured. I don't know why it was being captured by the police. But I don't think the boat which I am standing on in the picture is the Vietnamese boat. I also took a picture with a Buddha statue under construction at a temple on the way back from Rantau Panjang. Actually its not me who wants to go there but my sister wants to go there because she saw a big Buddha statue from far. OK, I have nothing to say now. Maybe I'm going to study. Talk to you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzF6rhzI/AAAAAAAAACU/pLvi6efZL90/s1600-h/DSCN4626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116525461059110706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzF6rhzI/AAAAAAAAACU/pLvi6efZL90/s200/DSCN4626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me on a bulldozer that is used to make new roads at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzV6rh0I/AAAAAAAAACc/_txqnmrkM1c/s1600-h/DSCN4639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116525465354078018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzV6rh0I/AAAAAAAAACc/_txqnmrkM1c/s200/DSCN4639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bridge across the creek that was built by my grandfather last time so that people can get across to their house and graveyard. He gave some of his own land to make roads to the public so that people can use it. He made the bridge small so that it is not being used by heavy vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGM0F6rh3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YLl31axXeZM/s1600-h/DSCN4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116525478238979954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGM0F6rh3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YLl31axXeZM/s200/DSCN4692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me getting on the boat just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGNil6rh4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lpZHG1svAlI/s1600-h/DSCN4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116526277102897026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGNil6rh4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lpZHG1svAlI/s200/DSCN4693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought it would be cool to take pictures on an old boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzl6rh1I/AAAAAAAAACk/qrE6wJU6EpU/s1600-h/DSCN4670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116525469649045330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzl6rh1I/AAAAAAAAACk/qrE6wJU6EpU/s200/DSCN4670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me trying to climb the new statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzl6rh2I/AAAAAAAAACs/5zyTHiDh0aM/s1600-h/DSCN4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116525469649045346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzl6rh2I/AAAAAAAAACs/5zyTHiDh0aM/s200/DSCN4682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met this dog at the temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGNi16rh5I/AAAAAAAAADE/XEskSEmyb8E/s1600-h/DSCN4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116526281397864338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGNi16rh5I/AAAAAAAAADE/XEskSEmyb8E/s200/DSCN4734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding makes me hungry during this fasting month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGNjF6rh6I/AAAAAAAAADM/qDx5EpUheGc/s1600-h/DSCN4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116526285692831650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGNjF6rh6I/AAAAAAAAADM/qDx5EpUheGc/s200/DSCN4740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent my time there riding horse in the morning and evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-448556762086813014?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/448556762086813014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=448556762086813014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/448556762086813014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/448556762086813014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-back-to-kb.html' title='went back to KB'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RwGMzF6rhzI/AAAAAAAAACU/pLvi6efZL90/s72-c/DSCN4626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-2613700592233484906</id><published>2007-09-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:08:01.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>New Ride</title><content type='html'>Today, my sister just got back from KB because she just got her new horse named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt;. She was so excited about it. Actually the horse is pregnant for 10 months already. The horse will deliver her baby next year but we can't keep the baby because the previous owner wants it and we already made a deal with the owner. This horse is a mixed with the local horse and Arab horse so that is why she looks pretty. I rode the horse and it was so smooth and I didn't feel anything although the horse is trotting. Unlike the other horse, Apple that makes my butt to blister. Her backbones is not sharp unlike other horses that often makes my butt pain. I can sit on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mirra's&lt;/span&gt; back for hours without saddle because it is not painful and I already rode the horse at the beach. The horse performed very well at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, at the beginning of this year, I was scared of riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; because she was fast and likes to gallop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; I didn't ask her to do so. When my friend's horse overtook me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; quickly accelerated and I almost fall off from the horseback. I already fell once with this horse last time because I was not good then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; cannot accept if any horse overtake her because she don't want to be a looser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; arrived at my house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt;, we had only two horses, Apple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;. Apple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; used to be very very good friend. They cannot live without each other and cannot be separated. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; when I only ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, Apple will neigh and become restless in her stable. They both really loved each other and always walk with each other when we are on their back. But now, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; arrived, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; becomes jealous because now Apple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; are really good friends now because their stable is next to each other. They always kissed each other and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; now looks so jealous. They do not really kiss but they look like kissing. This is what my sister told me. I am sympathized with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; now. Last time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; was at her old place, she always fought with her neighbour until her stable which made up of wood almost collapse. Now, she get along with Apple so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uh oh, its time to break fast, I heard the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;azan&lt;/span&gt;' already. Here is some pictures. Click it to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJuQGWPyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hGd-2lM1K_Q/s1600-h/DSCN4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113355485870178082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJuQGWPyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hGd-2lM1K_Q/s200/DSCN4505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; is on the left with her new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJugGWPzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8V9gXxX1l2M/s1600-h/DSCN4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113355490165145394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJugGWPzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8V9gXxX1l2M/s200/DSCN4506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; stable from the right is lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJuwGWP0I/AAAAAAAAACE/jplRLOEhdRw/s1600-h/DSCN4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113355494460112706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJuwGWP0I/AAAAAAAAACE/jplRLOEhdRw/s200/DSCN4512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;. Her name was given by the previous owner, not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJvAGWP1I/AAAAAAAAACM/S6OH50nuMH4/s1600-h/DSCN4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113355498755080018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJvAGWP1I/AAAAAAAAACM/S6OH50nuMH4/s200/DSCN4511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; and Apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mirra&lt;/span&gt; from a guy who is a primary school teacher. Actually he didn't want to sell this horse because it was his favourite one. But because of his short of money, he had to sell the horse to us since we wanted it. Oh, I better eat now. I feel very lazy to go to school tomorrow but I have to go because there is a diagnostic test..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;see you soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-2613700592233484906?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2613700592233484906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=2613700592233484906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2613700592233484906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2613700592233484906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-ride.html' title='New Ride'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RvZJuQGWPyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hGd-2lM1K_Q/s72-c/DSCN4505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-2862618952427599831</id><published>2007-09-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:12:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback Fasting..</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;I paid back my fasting that I didn't complete my last year fasting for one day. I have to do it now because it is almost fasting month. I was very dizzy and felt like dying before breaking the fast. Usually I ate enough food in the early morning before fasting starts. But this morning, I just ate half of McChicken burger that I shared from my sister and a nugget. I drank a lot of water after that. During Math examination today, I couldn't concentrate doing it because I was too dizzy and tired. Usually fasting is not a problem for me, but this happens because I had a terrible headache yesterday so I just healed from the headache today. So I quickly finished the Mathematics paper and rest for half and hour after that. I felt like I have no energy. The environment that keeps on moving infront of me makes me even dizzier so I put my head down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is almost time to break the fast, my father invited me to go Muhibah Seafood to break fast. I went there with my sister too. I ordered sotong goreng, kerang, Karupa, Asparagus garlic, erm.. and white rice and apple juice. While waiting for the time to break the fast, I asked a Malay waitress "What time is Maghrib?" Then she is not sure, after few seconds she said "the time is&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 7.30pm".. I was not irritated by the reply but my father was really irritated and said that if she was going to say like that I would not have ask her. Everyone knows that by 7.30pm it is already dark and it is sure the time to break the fast. When we fast, we want to know the exact time of breaking fast because we are hungry. Every seconds counts. After that my father went out from the restaurant to listen to the 'azan' from the nearby mosque. Then only my father knows the exact time was 7.17pm. After that the waitress was not seen anywhere because she is probably feeling shy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister that followed us to the restaurant had just returned from her holiday in Phuket, Thailand. She bought me something there. She gave me 2 t-shirts, 1 keychain, 1 fridge magnet and some other junks.. But I really like the t-shirt which had a picture of elephant and baby elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RuVGY_P-MHI/AAAAAAAAABk/UZvkv-9uJWI/s1600-h/DSCN4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108566747430924402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RuVGY_P-MHI/AAAAAAAAABk/UZvkv-9uJWI/s200/DSCN4389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elephant and her child&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RuVGZPP-MII/AAAAAAAAABs/3qah7DCRtsM/s1600-h/DSCN4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108566751725891714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RuVGZPP-MII/AAAAAAAAABs/3qah7DCRtsM/s200/DSCN4390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Simpler elephant t-shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Talk to you soon. Please mind my English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-2862618952427599831?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2862618952427599831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=2862618952427599831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2862618952427599831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2862618952427599831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/09/payback-fasting.html' title='Payback Fasting..'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/RuVGY_P-MHI/AAAAAAAAABk/UZvkv-9uJWI/s72-c/DSCN4389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-2888110207851788085</id><published>2007-09-02T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:45:14.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Block</title><content type='html'>Today I went back to KL from Kota Bharu by car with my father. I just arrived my house at 6.15pm. When we arrived at Lipis, there was a police road block. The policeman asked my father to pull over and my father did. The policeman told that we were speeding 117km/h. My father was very angry and lectured the policeman. My father was travelling at normal speed even the old Proton Wira overtook my father's car on double lines. Lorry which has very low torque also overtook our car. We were only speeding for a few seconds and other cars was fast too. But the policeman do not want to listen to my father, he still going to write the summon to my father. Alot of other cars was speeding and I am really sure that the police only stop a few cars at random. A few cars overtook illegally on double lines but the police did not stop them. My father told the policeman not to write the summon but the policeman said that if he does not write the summon, his boss will scold him. He said that our car has been captured on camera and he must write a summon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father said to him he don't care about that, he said this is so unfair because he was driving very carefully and saw alot of other cars overtake dangerously but did not stop by the police. My father also said to him that he has being paying thousands of summons since he travel to Kelantan every week and he don't have money because he is retired. But the policeman still continues writing the summon. My father said he don't mind paying the summon since he was speeding but he hates that the police was being unfair to him. My father pleaded again many times to the police not to write the summon but he said our car has been already recorded by the speed trap machine. So my father ask him to use the speed trap machine and there will be no need to write the summon. Then the policeman gets fed up and he says OK. I do not know whether the police going mail the summon or not. But it just ended like that. My father was very angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the police is not being fair because they only stop the car which is new and branded cars. Like my car, it is Land Rover Freelander. They do not stop old and cheap cars like Proton Wira or Datsun Bluebird even tough they were speeding and overtake illegally. They stop the cars like Toyota Camry, BMW and Honda Civic. But I don't say that the police is not good, the police is good but they were unfair this time. I am sure other people were also angry like my father and cursed the police many times for making peoples life difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, cars from the opposite side of the road will flash their lights if there is a police road block ahead but I don't know why no one flash their lights to warn us about the road block. So we did not get the summon at last but maybe they will mail it to us later.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I got Mathematics 1 and Prinsip Akaun 1 exam. I am not ready and I am very scared. OK! that's all from me, see you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-2888110207851788085?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/2888110207851788085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=2888110207851788085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2888110207851788085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/2888110207851788085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/09/road-block.html' title='Road Block'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-1587763556836458576</id><published>2007-08-25T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:06:29.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KB'/><title type='text'>My house in Kelantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-D6PP-L_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wKQTcxO8riY/s1600-h/DSCN2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102441939383234546" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-D6PP-L_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wKQTcxO8riY/s200/DSCN2918.JPG" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creek House. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This my house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; that was completed in 2006. We call it the 'Creek House' because there is a creek at the back of the house. In malay we called it 'Rumah Parit' because there is a parit at the back of the house. I like this house even though it is one storey and the design of the house is boring. This house was design by my father and there is no architect involved in designing this house even my sister who is an architect did not involved. My sister was very angry when she got to know that my father is building the house without her permission. She has designed a house look like a mansion and it is really nice but my father told her that the contractor in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; will not be able to build that kind of house. It will be very expensive too. My sister has included shooting range, horse track and swimming pool in her design but too bad for her. We did have a horse track in the end but it is not really round. Its shaped like number 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-D6_P-MAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DJH-6F6n4tM/s1600-h/DSCN3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102441952268136450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-D6_P-MAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DJH-6F6n4tM/s200/DSCN3081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horse Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do not have a swimming pool but we have build a jetty at the back of the house because there is a very small river there. It is not for the boat but it is built for fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house has a lot of privacy since it is gated by 11 feet wall around the half an acre land. Actually, the cost of building the wall is more expensive than the house. At the back of the house, we just built a horse stable that can be occupied up to 4 horses. So far we only have 2 so my uncle plan to put a real tall horse in one of our stable. We also bought a second hand cub to pull the horse by a car and modified it so that it looks better. We paint the cub pink colour and it looks really cute. We bought a second hand 1997 Mitsubishi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pajero&lt;/span&gt; car in KL that was previously belong to TM company. The car was brought to Kelantan then we respray it to white colour. It looks new and cool in white colour. My uncle and I use the Pajero very heavily. We use it to drive at the beach, in the farm and it got stuck in the mud. I wish i got the picture of it to show it. My father said that this car is really good and it is really worth his money. I asked my father to bring our Land Rover Discovery to off road but my father disagreed. Ok, I got tution now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-GRvP-MCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1gYIhQqTUrE/s1600-h/DSCN4133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102444542133415970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-GRvP-MCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1gYIhQqTUrE/s200/DSCN4133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pajero and cub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-GQvP-MBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zVfQ2YFXe1k/s1600-h/DSCN4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102444524953546770" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-GQvP-MBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zVfQ2YFXe1k/s200/DSCN4127.JPG" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready to go to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-GQvP-MBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zVfQ2YFXe1k/s1600-h/DSCN4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102446324544843826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-H5fP-MDI/AAAAAAAAABE/qTeZm2hQMNA/s200/DSCN3692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stable in progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102446333134778434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-H5_P-MEI/AAAAAAAAABM/svyL-PeoudY/s200/DSCN3700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christy and Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alot more of crap that i still want to write but I got tution now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-1587763556836458576?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/1587763556836458576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=1587763556836458576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1587763556836458576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/1587763556836458576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-house-in-kelantan.html' title='My house in Kelantan'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/Rs-D6PP-L_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wKQTcxO8riY/s72-c/DSCN2918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5387615809243443246.post-7312462670396109131</id><published>2007-08-24T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:29:52.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello everyone!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I am Nik Arif who lives in Damansara Jaya. I just create this blog just for fun and I'm not sure whether I will update it because i don't have time. Actually it is like writing an essay to the English teacher and I really hate writing essay. Since Form 4 my teacher asked everyone in my class to prepare a journal book and have to write what did we do every week but i never write it. Everyone in my class takes trouble to write every week in the journal book and we have to hand in every few months but i never hand in my book. In fact, my journal book does not exists at all. So as a result, my teacher deducts my English marks in every examination. But I did a few normal essays. There was a time when my English marks was 65% and my English teacher deducted to 27%. Everyone in my class was shocked because i was the one who got deducted  most badly. Teacher asked me to apologize to her and I did, and she only deducted until 50%. I always score very badly in my essay part in my English exam. I think you know why by looking how i wrote this post. I hope by creating this blog I could improve my English essay and score A for my SPM paper that I'm taking in the end of the year. But i think its already too late. But the problem is, theres no one going to correct my mistake in my post. Never mind, i would probably discontinue posting if there is a teacher correcting what i wrote. But i can improve my spelling.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i think I have wasted 15 minutes. Its 8.13pm and i better go to pray. Catch up with you all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik Arif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5387615809243443246-7312462670396109131?l=nikkarif.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/feeds/7312462670396109131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5387615809243443246&amp;postID=7312462670396109131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/7312462670396109131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5387615809243443246/posts/default/7312462670396109131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkarif.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello everyone!'/><author><name>Nik Arif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16698444838928578097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TnaeNqAue4I/SgaVEpR9CjI/AAAAAAAAAS8/wnz_vuPIwPM/S220/DSCN7230.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
