<?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-12557797</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:55:02.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.erjalanan U.ntuk T.amatkan R.intihan A.kalku</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877051739501141807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-114646359384101231</id><published>2006-04-30T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:06:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Of Misery</title><content type='html'>You just stood there screamingFearing no one was listening to youThey say the empty can rattles the mostThe sound of your voice must soothe youHearing only what you want to hearAnd knowing only what you've heardYou you're smothered in tragedyYou're out to save the world MiseryYou insist that the weight of the worldShould be on your shouldersMiseryThere's much more to life than what you seeMy friend of miseryYou still stood there screamingNo one caring about these words you tellMy friend before your voice is goneOne man's fun is another's hellThese times are sent to try men's soulsBut something's wrong with all you seeYou you'll take it on all yourselfRemember, misery loves company MiseryYou insist that the weight of the world Should be on your shouldersMiseryThere's much more to life than what you seeMy friend of miseryYou just stood there creaming My friend of misery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557797-114646359384101231?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/114646359384101231/comments/default' 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src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-114491762087340544</id><published>2006-04-13T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:40:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;April.13.2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil dok perati kan segala bende yang berserabut dalam cc nie...aku perati pc 22..hurmm...tadi jumpa handset..tak tau camne...aku leh terjumpa handset.agaknya rezeki kot..handset tu pon dah nak pecah..maybe kene langar dulu sebelum aku jumpa..tapi keadaan dia masih ok.masih boleh on.erm.baru minggu lepas aku pikir nak beli handset baru.sebab aku ada dua no. tapi ari nie aku batalkan niat tu..yelah..dah ada tuhan bagi nie..takyah lah bazir kan duit lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHNET?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerja macam biasa.cuma skang rasanya aku dah mula nampak perbahan boss nan seko tu..nampak lebih perihatin soal pekerja.tapi...sejak aku jaga chnet nieh...uncle jarang datang..dia cuma datang skali skala..itu pon agaknya penting sangat yang dia perlu datang.kalau tak..haram!!..semalam pon dia datang..kejap kejap...tu pon sebab masa memula dia datang pagi tu..aku perli dia "ni toner printer nie tanak beli ke?..dah berapa lama abes neh?.".dah macam aku lak boss dia kuli..terus dia kuar beli toner printer bengong chnet neh..aku cuma senyum jer...siap aku betulkan printer dia blah..tak nampak dah batang idung..tapi waktu pukul 6 aku pegi branch zerol, aku bawak pc aku pasal nak update norton..tengah syiok melayan norton avg tu..uncle datang..dia kelebek pc aku..then dia cakap..nak pasang system baru kasi laju sket..buat nye buat..tak jadi..buat lagi tak jadi..aku dah tau dah sebab dia..tapi aku diam jerk..last skali baru dia cakap "er..putra..ini hard disc dah rosak..saya kasi angkat baru kasi awak..dua biji..tak payah pakai partition E lah.pakai C dengan D aje...".hehe.betul la tu...dah dia nak buat kasi laju pc aku neh..aku ok aje lah..ok lah uncle.kan.ekeke..buat la..kasi power.leh aku buat master pc tu kat umah.kui kui kui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PADIL.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm..lepas kene buang dari CHNET dan aku ganti tempat dia...dia kerja kat COM. ASIA..kesian lak aku tengok..makin kurus la mamat tu..gaji kat CHNET dia leh dapat 900 bersih..kat com asia..tak sampai 600 pon..tapi ada kwsp la..tak macam kat chnet neh..nampak gaji mahal..memang la..aku sendiri pon sebulan pegang 800 sharp..macam si padil nieh..kete lagi nak kena bayar..umah lagi ( duduk sendiri )..makan lagi...erm...mujur dia tak isap okok macam aku.kalau tak..haru laa hidup..tapi takpe lah dil...sabar tu separuh daripada iman.aku tau ko kuat..tak macam aku. :) salute ko padil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZEROL?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas kes aku nak bedal muka dia tu ( tapi dinding cc yang belubang kene penumbuk aku )..dia dah reti nak hormat orang sikit..kalau tak dulu cakap ikut sedap mulut dia jerk..tah lah..yang tu aku malas komen..tak guna pon...komen cam komen myspace..silap gaya aku komen takde sapa balas..baik takyah komen..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUS?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm..pakcik seko nieh aku tak tau sangat..cuma aku tau dia dah tunang ngan awek kesayangan dia ( mama )...si nadia..ekekek..tah bila nak kawen aku pon wallahualam..tanya dia lah..bukan aku yang nak nikah..dia.!!/.ekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYANG?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far..hidup aku tak macam dulu dah...dulu aku macam kekabu...terbang sana sini kena tiup angin.tapi skang alhamdulillah..sakit aku dah kurang..kalau dulu sebulan sekali aku hempok kepala dekat dinding ( sakit kepala lagi kuat dari sakit hempok kat dinding ).dia manja kan aku..bagi apa aku nak..nak kete..aku dapat..nak moto aku dapat tapi hilang...ekekek...siak nye penyamun..bulan pose pon nak mencuri..kot takde duit nak raya..jangan la sapu moto aku..cis..memang laknat hidup ko sampai ko mati...aku tak peduli..lagi ko tak pulangkan moto aku...aku tak ampun kan ko sampai kat padang masyar....PULANG KANNNN!!!......eheh..emo jap.. tapi tulah..aku kadang kadang malu dengan ayang..gaji dia dua kali ganda gaji aku..tu tak campur CLAIM dia lagi tu..kalau campur claim dia bulan bulan mau dekat 3 riban..aku?..tak sampai seriban pon..kalau sampai pon kene tolak pasal short cc.ekekeke..duit gaji aku lak..bulan bulan..aku beli barang kete jerk..simpan sket...dah aku nak buat apa lagi?..kete dia dah bayar..minyak kete tiap tiap pagi dia letak seploh engget dalam box kete aku..siap lebih 5 engget sebab nak suruh aku makan sesedap.alasan dia..dulu aku merana..hidup tunggang langgang..pagi petang siang malam kerja nak payung diri sendiri..hidup macam takde mak ayah..patut lah mak ngan ayah mertua aku manja kan aku macam anak emas...aku sakit semua risau...macam yang aku ni nak mati..padahal aku demam jerk..tu pon demam terkejut pasal dapat kete kancil sport mengejut..adei..mungkin jugak mak ngan ayah mertua aku manja kan aku pasal ayang anak perempuan tunggal..aku lak anak lelaki tunggal..jadi kat umah mak aku..ayang menantu tunggal perempuan..aku lak menantu tunggal lelaki..( patut la dua dua eko keras kepala macam kongkrit KLCC ) heh..aduh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah ar...hope hidup aku lebih bermakna dari &lt;strong&gt;mimpi yang sempurna&lt;/strong&gt;..biar pon kadang kadnag aku sendiri tak tau adakah aku &lt;strong&gt;di atas normal&lt;/strong&gt;.atau sesuatu sering berlaku &lt;strong&gt;di belakang ku&lt;/strong&gt;.janji aku tak ber&lt;strong&gt;TOPENG &lt;/strong&gt;yang mana aku menipu diri sendiri!! adios. PETERPAN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557797-114491762087340544?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/114491762087340544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12557797&amp;postID=114491762087340544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/114491762087340544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/114491762087340544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/2006/04/april.html' title=''/><author><name>anputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877051739501141807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-113869218072464299</id><published>2006-01-30T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:31:50.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt Off Your Shoulder Lying From U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3620/1070/1600/studio_2005A.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3620/1070/320/studio_2005A.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3620/1070/1600/studio_2005A.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adei Letih nye hari nieh..aku rasa macam nak demam jerk ( memang demam dah pon ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adei..help help...aku nak balik..helpppppppppppppppppp!!!!!...uwaaaaaa sedih nye aku rasa..adeh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time gini NYANYI pon besh..ahaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Linkin Park VS Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I pretend everything is what I want it to beI look exactly like what you always wanted to seeWhen I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I amStealing second after second just cause I know I can butI can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm justTrying to bend the truthI can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'mLying my way from&lt;br /&gt;If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the forceTryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the blockI can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc&lt;br /&gt;If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you Get, that, dirt off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with sodaI just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screenI paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real, chill&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be Remember listening to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in And now you think this person really is me and I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trying to bend the truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;But the more I push the more I'm pulling away 'cuz I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lying my way from you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;No no turning back now I wanna be pushed aside so let me go No no turning back now Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone No turning back now Anywhere on my own cuz I can see No no turning back now The very worst part of you The very worst part of you is ME&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like ThisThis isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like ThisThis isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said wouldhave you running from me Like This&lt;br /&gt;You.....No turning back now I wanna be pushed aside so let me go No no turning back now Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone No turning back nowAnywhere on my own cuz I can see No no turning back now The very worst part of youThe very worst part of you is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEEITCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEH!!&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/12557797-113869218072464299?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-113867862514657734</id><published>2006-01-30T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:37:05.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rock-cafe.dp.ua/menu-mus-d/deep-purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rock-cafe.dp.ua/menu-mus-d/deep-purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Artist: Deep Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Title: Soldier of Fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have often told you stories about the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I lived the life of a drifter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;waiting for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I'd take your hand and sing you songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;May be you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Come lay with me and love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I would surely stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I feel I'm growing older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the songs that I have sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Echo in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of a windmill going round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess I'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A soldier of fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many times I've been a traveller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I looked for something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In days of old when nights were cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wandered without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But those days I thought my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had seen you standing near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Though blindness is confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It shows that you're not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I feel I'm going older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the songs that I have sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Echo in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Of a windmill going round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Guess I'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A soldier of fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes, I can hear the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;of a windmill going round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess I'll always bea soldier of fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess I'll always bea soldier of fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku Hampir Menjadi Seorang Askar Yang TUmpas Dalam Perperangan.Tapi Aku Berjaya Di Selamatkan. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&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/12557797-113867862514657734?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/113867862514657734/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-113867738897975853</id><published>2006-01-30T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:16:29.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETIH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letih Jadi Manusia Yang Tak Reti Marah Orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letih Jadi Insan Yang Tak Tahu Menolak Permintaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letih Menurut Kehendak Boss Yang Tak Paham Keadaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letih Kawal System Yang Orang Lain Kawal Terlebih Dahulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Letih Jaga Tempat Yang Pelanggannya Jenis Tak Reti Nak TIdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Letih gila hari nie, sebab tadi pukul 6:15am baru aku sampai di rumah. ayang dah tido.kesian dia..Dah lah balik pukul 6 lebih..baru nak tido..dah kena bangun semula pukul 9am nak pegi keje..Korang sanggup ke kalau dah kawin., masuk kerja pukul 9 pagi balik pukul 4pagi?....tu lah aku kena tanggung selama 4 hari...mata aku tenggelam..berat badan aku susut. aku tak sakit hati kalau tak kena marah..tapi aku kena marah... Boss no2 cakap pukul 2 dah boleh tutup sebab aku nak kena bangun pagi bukak kedai...alih alih aku lak kena TIU dengan bini boss no1 pasal dia suruh aku tutup pukul 4pagi jugak..bodo ke apa..?...Dia dah kawen takkan dia tak paham keadaan aku?...dia tau lak nak balik kampung..aku pulak yang kena tanggung...bodo ke ?..aku tak kesah pasal cuti tu pasal aku tau tu raya dia..tapi yang aku geramnye ni...KELETIHAN aku dia tanak paham.Takkan aku nak jerit kat dia mengatakan ".AKU LETIH LA BODOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kan?...takkan aku nak jerit camtu..aku bukan pekerja yang tak berbudi bahasa..lebih lebih lagi aku nie orang melayu..ada adab..tapi kalau dah macam nie....adab aku pon dia taknak paham..woooo lebey arrr nieee...Agaknya dia nak...Aku dengan kete aku terjun gaung dulu baru dia nak nyesal kot?..reason yang polis akan kasi dia bila dia tanya pasal report tak lain tak bukan.."AKU TERBABAS SEBAB TAK CUKUP TIDO..LALU KERETA YANG AKU PANDU TERHUMBAN KEDALAM GAUNG"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gila la weyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku yang dah letih!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557797-113867738897975853?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/113867738897975853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12557797&amp;postID=113867738897975853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/113867738897975853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/113867738897975853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/2006/01/letih.html' title='LETIH!!'/><author><name>anputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877051739501141807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-113755070252100868</id><published>2006-01-17T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:18:27.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary "06"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diary "06"&lt;br /&gt;Diari 06..7 Abjad Ini Terjaga.Detik Jam CUkup Untuk Mengingat Kan Aku Bahawa.Aku Berada DI JANUARI 2006 6:05am ( Base On Tru Story )...Lalu Diari Biru Bertali Hijau Ku Coret Sesuatu..( Tak Semua Aku Muatkan Dalam Ni )..MAK...Along Melangkah Ke Dunia Baru.Dunia Yang Selama Ini Hanya Bagiku Satu Dunia Yang Tak Punya Apa Apa.Tapi Awal Pagi Ini..Along Dapat Rasakan Yang DUnia Ini Indah..Indah Dengan Segala Jenis CIptaan Yang Esa.Kalau Selama Ini Tidak Ada Apa Yang Along Fikirkan Untuk Kebaikkan Diri ALong Sendiri..Tapi Hari Ini.Along Dapat Rasakan Semua Nya Berubah..Hidup ALong Sengsara Dulu Mak...Hidup Along Tak MAcam Budak Budak Sebaya Yang Lain..Ada Mak.Ada Ayah.Ada Adik Adik..Ada Kakak.Ada Abang..Tapi Along?..MAK...Seingat Along..Hidup Kita Mula Susah Sejak Bersama Abah Lagi..Along Tak Dendam kan Abah..Tapi Alog Terkilan..Kerana Abah Dan Mak...Adik Umi Nazirah Dan Umi Atiqah Terpaksa Dipisahkan Dari Along...Kemudian Mak Dan Abah Berpisah..MAK....Kalau Mak Tak Bawak Along Balik Ke Kampung Dan Ajar ALong Jadi Manusia Berdikari..Along Takkan Berpijak Di SIni .. Mungkin Along Akan Berada Dalam Dunia Lain Yang Tak Sepatut nya Along Pijak...IMBASAN...Kisah Hidup Ni Bermula Pada Tahun 1998...Along Kerja Parttime...Ayah Tak Cakap..Tapi Along Boleh Rasa.Ekonomi Keluarga Jatuh teruk..Along Tak Sampai Hati Nak MIntak Duit Beli Buku..Beli Kasut Baru.Beli Beg Baru..Along Kerja Sendiri Untuk Sara DUit Poket Along.Selebihnya Kalau Berbaki..Along Bantu Adik Adik..Cikgu Marah..Bila Kat Sekolah Along TIDUR!!..Along Letih Mak..Letih SAngat sangat...Takda Orang Nak tolong Keluarga Kita ... Takda...2 Tahun Along Jadi Budak Yang Tak Tau Apa Itu Penat.Balik Skolah.Pegi Keja..Balik Keja..Tidur..Itupon ALONG MASIH DI HAMUN DI MAKI DI HINA DI KEJI DI FITNAH.,..Apa Salah Along Mak?..ALong Nangis...SApa Tau?...Along Sedih Sapa Tahu?..Along SAKIT sapa PEDULI???.Takde mak..takde...sorang pon tak amik Tahu Kesengsaraan Along..Orang Cuma Tahu..Apa Along Buat.Lepas tu Nilai..Penilaian Yang Baik Itu Along Terima Mak..Tapi Yang Tak Betul Itu Fitnah..ALONG BERANI JANJI MAK..Kalau Betul MAsa Tu Along DRUG ADDICT...BAWAK ALONG PEGI BALAI.URIN TEST..KALAU SANGKUT..HUKUM BUNUH GANTUNG SAMPAI MATI PON ALONG SANGGUP..tapi Along Bukan Penagih Dadah Mak...Along takkan Conteng Arang Ke Muka Mak Dan Ayah..Tahun 2000..along Nak S.P.M..Along Sakit..SAPA TAHU?...Orang Lain Tanya..KAwan Kawan Along Pelik..Kenapa Ujian Percubaan Along Cemerlang Tapi S.P.M Along Lingkup?..Along KEcil Hati Mak..Adik In Dapat Macam MAcam..Apa Dia Nak Ayah Bagi..Padahal Dia pon Sama Macam Along Kan..ANAK TIRI..Tapi Kenapa Along DIsisihkan?..Kenapa Apa yNg along Nak..Along Kena Cari Sendiri?..Mak...Sampai HAri Nie Along Ingat lAgi...Along Nak Masuk Kelas Komputer Untuk Sijil..Ayah Cakap Ayah Tak Mampu Tanggung..TAPI ADIK IN NAK MASUK TEKNIK.AYAH SANGGUP HANTAR SAMPAI KE PERAK..BELANJA SAMPAI RIBU RIBU...ALONG TAU ALONG NAKAL..Tapi Ini Tak Adil Bagi Along...2001 Along Masuk Giat MAra.Amik COurse Mekanik Automotif..Keluar Dari Giat mAra..Along Jadi Mekanik..Mentang Mentang la Baju Along bAu Minyak...Adik In Yang Tanak Skolah Lagi Tu SAnggup Tanak MAsak Tengahari Sedangkan Along Lapar SAngat Sangat..Along Takde duit masa tu mak..KALAU ALONG ADA DUIT MASA TU..ALONG TAK BALIK MAKAN KAT UMAH..Along Tau Along Kotor..Badan Bau Minyak..Baju Seluar Penuh Minyak..TAPI MAK...ITU Rezeki Along...MInyak Itam Tu Lah Yang Bagi Duit Bulan Bulan PAda Along Sebagai Gaji Walau pon Cuma rm450.00...Siang Malam Along Kerja..Semata Mata Tak Nak Susahkan Mak Ayah..Tapi Apa Along Dapat..APA ALONG DAPAT???.hanya Kerana Honda FERIO yang Along Selalu Bawak Balik TU lAh Along DI COP PUSSHER....Diorang Tanak Tanya?..Kenapa Along Pakai Baju Bersih Walaupon Kerja Mekanik?...Diorang Tanak Tanya Kenapa Along Pakai Honda Ferio TU?....KENAPA DIORANG TAK TANYE SEBELUM FITNAH?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557797-113755070252100868?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/113755070252100868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12557797&amp;postID=113755070252100868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/113755070252100868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/113755070252100868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary-06_17.html' title='Diary &quot;06&quot;'/><author><name>anputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877051739501141807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-113755008382296959</id><published>2006-01-17T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:08:03.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sambungan Diari "06"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along Pakai Baju Bersih Sebab Baju Yang Along Guna Untuk Kerja TU Along Rendam Kat Tempat Kerja..ALong BAsuh Sendiri..Along Tau..Orang Tak SUka BAu Minyak TU kAt RUmah..Kereta Honda Tu Costumer Along Yang Punya..Dia kerja Kat Pelantar Minyak Kerteh..Jadi Dia Tinggalkan Kereta Tu Untuk Along Pakai.Sebab Dia Tau...ALONG MOTOR PON TAK ADA!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MAK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tahun 2003 Cukup Perit Untuk Hidup Along..AYAH halau Along Hanya Menggunakan Kertas Putih Bertulis...Mak Tau Apa Ayah Tulis?..Ayah Kata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along...Kau Cuma Pentingkan Kawan kAwan..Kau Cuma Pentingkan Hidup Sendiri..Kau Tak Ada Prinsip Hidup..Kau Berambud Ayah Tak Nak Tengok Muka Kau Lagi..Pegi Mintak Tolong KAwan KAwan Kau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pukul 3 Pagi Along Keluar Dari Rumah Dalam Hujan Lebat..Along Tidur Kat Bus Stop Dengan Duit Dalam Poket Cuma Ada 5 Ringgit...Sejuk Mak...Along Tidur Tak Berselimut...Masa TU Along Layak DI Panggil PENGEMIS!!!..Kenapa Along DIhalau Mak?..Sebab Nya...ALong Tak Bekerja...Mak Tak Tanya Kenapa Along Tak Kerja...TUlang Rusuk Along Retak MAk...Retak Sebab Insiden Kat Tempat kerja..Tapi Along Tak Cakap..Along Tau..Kalau Along Cakap..Mak Ayah Akan Risau...Cukup Bagi Along Mak Ngan AYah Sara Along Dengan Susah Payah..Alonng tak Nak Tambah Lagi Kerisauan Mak Ngan Ayah.Walau pon Ayah Cuma Ayah TIri Along...hampir 2 tahun Along Merempat .. Merangkak Untuk Bangun...Mujur Ada Yang Sudi Bantu..Berikan tempat Tinggal..Berikan Mak Ayah Nya Sebagai Ganti Kasih Sayang Along Dari Mak Dan Ayah Yang Dah Hilang...2 Tahun Along Tumpang Kasih Nik Leh...Dua tahun ALong TUmpang Kasih WAN AZIMAH..Dua tahun jugak NIK NORHAYATI BT NIK LEH Manja Kan Along Mak...2 Tahun Cukup SIngkat Bagi Manusia Yang Bahagia..Tapi Bagi Along?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 tahun adalah Tempoh Waktu Yang Cukup Lama..CUkup Perit..Cukup Sengsara..Along Tak dapat Hidup Macam Anak Muda Yang Lain..mereka Bahagia Dengan Mak Ayah Diorang..Tapi Along CUma Mengharap Kasih Sayang AYAH ORANG LAIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"2006"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hari Ni..Along Gembira..Ayah Dah Boleh Terima Along..Cuma Apa Yang Along Nampak..Ayah Seolah Olah Malu..along Tak Pernah Bangkit Kan Kisah Silam Mak..Along Tak pernah Dendam Pada Ayah..Begitu Jugak ABAH...Bagi Along..Apa Yang Berlaku Dah Tertulis Dalam Kamus Perjalanan Hidup Along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along TAK PERNAH SALAHKAN SESIAPA ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along Dah Ada Kehidupan Sendiri.,..Mungkin Kerana Along Dah Mampu Berkereta..Dah Ada Kerja Tetap..Dah Ada Duit..Maka Mungkin AYAH rasa Segan Dengan Along...Along tak Pernah Salah Kan Ayah...Walaupon Along Terpaksa MEREMPAT sebelum BANGUN berdiri Begini...Mak...Cakap Pada Ayah..Along Tak Pernah MARAHKAN AYAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pinta Along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jangan Lah Sesekali Mak Pandang Serong Pada YATI....dia Yang Jaga Along..Along Tahu Mak Sayang Kan Yati..Tapi Andai Kata Satu HAri Mak Marah kan Dia..Tolong lah..Jangan Marahkan Dia...Along Sendiri Malu Pada MAK AYAH YATI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Impian Along Cuma 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1: Along Nak Cari ADIK UMI NAZIRAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2: Along Nak JAdi Seorang ANAK YANG BAIK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3: ALong Nak JAdi Seorang Suami Dan Menantu Yang BAik....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along Sayang MAK..SAyanG Ayah..Sayang Semua Yang Bersama ALong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along Bangga Jadi Anak Mak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along Bangga Mak Adalah Mak ALong..Yang Mengajar Along Apa Itu HIDUP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Perjalanan ANAKMU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557797-113755008382296959?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/113755008382296959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12557797&amp;postID=113755008382296959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/113755008382296959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/113755008382296959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/2006/01/sambungan-diari-06.html' title='Sambungan Diari &quot;06&quot;'/><author><name>anputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02877051739501141807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://planet.time.net.my/klcc/putra.crew/djan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12557797.post-111494256419495449</id><published>2005-05-01T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T03:16:04.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Seorang Lelaki.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seorang Anak Lelaki Tunggal Sepasang Suami Isteri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Anak Yang Berdikari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tapi Aku Sepi.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Punya Semua Sifat Seorang Lelaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seperti Lain Lain Lelaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tidak Ada Cacat Cela Yang Menghalang Aku Berdiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Bakal Bergelar Suami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Menjaga Seorang Puteri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Bertakhta Dalam Hidup Jiwa Dan Hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kerana Dia Aku Rela Mati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walaupon Tidak Ada Lahad Yang Digali..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Untuk Menibus Jasad Ku Ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Tak Siapa Mengerti Apa Yang Aku Alami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mak Juga Tak Mengerti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abah?...Entah Siapa Lah Aku Ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudara?...Jauh Sekali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adik² Aku.?..Aku Sendiri Tak Pasti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki Yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak Pernah Cuba Untuk Mencaci..Apatah Lagi Membenci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tapi Mengapa Aku Sering Di Caci..DI Herdi..Di Maki?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apa Dosa Aku Ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Atau Apakah Dosa Ku Tak Boleh Diampuni?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Sengsara Jiwa Dan Hati,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tak Siapa Sudi Untuk Tampil Berkongsi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Untuk Meredakan Kesedihan Hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kesengsaraan Sanubari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kegersangan Dan Sepi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tapi Kini.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku Seorang Lelaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Bukan Lagi Hidup Untuk Mengemis Simpati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WalauPon Dari Ayah Sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kerana Aku Kini Punya Seorang Puteri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juga Kembar Yang Memahami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dan Kawan Kawan Yang Berbudi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tahu Menghargai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Biarlah Aku Terus Begini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dan Begini.,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sampai Mati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kerna Aku Sentiasa Mencari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apa Itu Erti Perjalanan Hidup Ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yang Aku Sendiri Tak Pasti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kemana Arah TUjuan Diri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tapi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Walau Apa Pon Kan Terjadi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU TETAP SEORANG LELAKI.!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12557797-111494256419495449?l=anputra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anputra.blogspot.com/feeds/111494256419495449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12557797&amp;postID=111494256419495449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/111494256419495449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12557797/posts/default/111494256419495449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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