<?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-4896192002037772300</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:40:22.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump-Itu-Lompat</title><subtitle type='html'>Jump around, while you still can</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-6256006120653527350</id><published>2010-05-03T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:41:59.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;When I was younger, one of the earliest 'lesson' that was drilled into my head was to take responsibility. Its one wrong to break Mum's expensive Correl plate, its just another wrong to not admit to it. Owning up meant getting scolded at and punished, but that would have happened anyways. At least I would have gotten credit for being brave enough to come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;As I grow up, I realised that owning up meant so much more. Humans will always make mistakes, we will never be perfect. Admission of your wrong, an apology and the acceptance of the necessary penance are all part and parcel of the learning processs. Otherwise, how else will we learn from our wrongs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Having been taught this since before I could write, it still amazes me that this simple act of 'owning up' escapes some people. As we grow up, we are given more trust and responsibilities. Consequently, the magnitude of our mistakes grow. Where it was once just pulling a friend's hair or a broken plate, now it may be a wrecked car or worse still a lost life. But I steadfastly hold to the same principle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;If you have wronged someone, come up, take responsibility, accept your penance then maybe everyone can move on and start figuring out how to prevent similar episodes in the future. But pray, do not pretend nothing happened. Do not blow hot air and bluster about making loud sounds. Similarly, those in charge need not act like immature parents wading in to the fight of their children with rolled sleeves and ready punches. We are not in a playground anymore. We are all mature adults with grace, mental astuteness and most importantly, values. Some things, like a life, can never be brought back. Have respect for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;No act done is ever without its repercussions. &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/4896192002037772300-6256006120653527350?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/6256006120653527350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=6256006120653527350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6256006120653527350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6256006120653527350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-responsibility.html' title='Taking Responsibility'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-5167425616208697228</id><published>2010-03-21T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:07:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhones etc</title><content type='html'>Read an article today about resisting the technology of 'smartphones'. The author questioned the necessity of having such a gadget which at the end of the day, most people just use as a phone anyways. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got me thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I look around me, more than one of my classmates own an iPhone. Several more own a similarly advanced 'smartphone'. Blackberries aren't so common, but then again, we haven't yet entered the working world and hence, a Blackberry isn't exactly the age appropriate fashion statement. iPhones are way more trendy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, do we really use all the applications on our phones? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the new iPhone owners clicking away on their new gadget. Engrossed. From playing games, to checking emails to reading downloaded books. It seems, if it was possible, they would fit their whole lives onto their phones. And  for good reason too, considering the money they spent on them. And so, for them, all I can say is if you can afford it, go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is it for everybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be the first to shout no. A phone is personal. Everyone uses their phone differently. Tell my Mum that she needs to get a thousand dollar touch phone and she'll smack me in the face. After all, she only uses the phone to make calls to her children and send them 'warning' texts. For her and many others of her generation that can still remember the days when using a computer meant staring at a huge screen at the university library, just the mere fact that they can make calls from a tiny device they can tout around in their bags are baffling enough. Even then, most of the time she prefers to call from our house landline, it never runs out of battery she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not just the older generation. More and more nowadays I catch my friends reverting back to the early generation Nokias. The ones with no colored screen and doesn't even receive MMS. When I ask why, its more hardy they say. You can drop them in a puddle and they'll still work. We only use the phone to call &amp;amp; text anyways, who needs so many applications? Plus their batteries last forever. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-5167425616208697228?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/5167425616208697228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=5167425616208697228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/5167425616208697228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/5167425616208697228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2010/03/iphones-etc.html' title='iPhones etc'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-2691038801253922578</id><published>2010-03-05T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:21:03.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather, are you ignorant?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Have you picked up a newspaper recently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing this question to those around me, I was taken aback by the answer. It was hard for me to find a person in my close circle that actually read the news. Most only knew the headlines of what was happening around the world, and some didn't even know that. Stories of tragedy and strife apparently did not strike a chord in the hearts of my colleagues. And yet, deep down, I was not surprised. When your daily routine is so demanding, I cannot blame those who simply choose to dissociate from the troubles of the world. But, neither can I encourage it, much less allow myself to go down that road of oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the paper these past few weeks it seems like the world is being hit by one tragedy after another. First, the horrific earthquake shattering Haiti. Almost overnight, Port-au-Prince became a common name in news columns with reports of death tolls, stories of the hungry and homeless and the international call for aid. As the world was still reeling with the aftermath of rebuilding Haiti, last week Chile became the next country hit by a shattering earthquake. 8.8 on the Richter scale made Concepcion the next infamous city on the news. And these are only the major headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing a weather update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time a tragedy strikes, especially when it strikes less developed countries, many parties promise aid and help. Millions are collected through numerous charities and yet it seems like there is a huge gap between the hand that gives and the hand that receives. Hundreds of thousands die not from the actual tragedy but from lack of food and water supply in the devastating times that follow the event. The whole situation is made even worse with stories of looting and thieving heartlessly, adding salt to an open wound. The end result is just millions of people suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I am shaking my head in disgust I cannot help but wonder how it would be should a similar catastrophe hit our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these uncertain times it would not do for those of us who are unaffected to merely shake our heads. We should lift our hands in prayers but more than that we should sit up and take note. Just because we were spared this time, does not mean we will forever be spared from tragedies. When they hit, what would we do? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be one of those who will risk your life to save a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you be one of those who lie in waiting to loot a rich man's house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the times of hardship that our true color is shown. Ask yourself, what will yours be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ignorance is sometimes just the escape  for those who are in denial of their own stupidity. Just because you refuse to see what is happening around you, doesn't mean it is not happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-2691038801253922578?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/2691038801253922578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=2691038801253922578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/2691038801253922578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/2691038801253922578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-are-you-ignorant.html' title='Weather, are you ignorant?'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-8080698340742367787</id><published>2009-10-21T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:05:17.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at 21</title><content type='html'>"at 21 you are more powerful than you can ever imagine"&lt;br /&gt;-Alexandra Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are young, we imagine ourselves doing the extraordinary. Don't you think its ironic that when we enter school, our ambitions range from conquering the outer space and flying jet planes to becoming prime minister and ruling a country. And yet, when we leave school, many have settled for complete mediocrity. Gone are the great ambitions, and we are left with the bored-inary wishes of becoming yet another commonplace worker in whatever field we choose to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the education system suppose to inspire? Inspire thought and creativity? Spark excitement and nurture greatness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop and look around, I shudder at how many people I see that are 'tired'. We are young! We should be full of zest and excitement. You should feel delighted and happy doing whatever you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life stretches before us, full of possibilities and chances and opportunities. We have the power to do anything we want, achieve and accomplish anything we want, should we only want it. And yet, why is it that so many people seem to not want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that everyone should set their goals to be the next Bill Gates or Neil Armstrong. But, on second thought, why not? Why is it that as we grow older, we settle for less and less. Who says we can't do more? Who says we can't have more? We only get to live once. This one lifetime. Why should we spend it doing what everyone else have done. Why shouldn't we aspire to be different, aspire for greatness, aspire for the extraordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the everyday routine and toll of daily demands dull your sparkle. If things get difficult, pause, recharge and go at it again. I don't care if this sounds cliched. I don't care if I sound like a self-help book gone wrong. I am just writing what I believe to be true right now. Enjoy life. Set your goals. Set them high and then have fun working hard to reach it. Go through life with zest and excitement. Be curious and thankful. Be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can conquer the this world and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Fellow youths,&lt;br /&gt;We are powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-8080698340742367787?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/8080698340742367787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=8080698340742367787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/8080698340742367787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/8080698340742367787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-21.html' title='at 21'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-7166551243140181213</id><published>2009-08-29T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:18:42.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whipping drinking woman?</title><content type='html'>I seldom venture to write about serious issues, but this one intrigued me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A Muslim woman who admitted to alcohol intake, has been sentenced to 'religious' whipping as punishment. The woman is not challenging the punishment meted out for her and is willing to undergo it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, what's the issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, progressive Malaysia is confronted with this 'punishement' form that is normally heard of only in countries like Saudi Arabia and Pakistan. Even though Malaysia is a 'Islamic' country by name, by law, Islamic ruling only governs personal and family matters. This means, 'punishment' for a crime is not under 'Islamic' jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, now, there's chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public is stunned. There being no precendence and no history of such 'punishment' being meted out by the court before, the thought of a Muslim being whipped for drinking in modern Malaysia makes people's jaw drop. (Despite the fact that drinking is clearly stated as Haram in Islam, and specific punishment for drinking being outlined clearly in the Shariah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreign press is having a gala time covering the story. Reading their version makes a person believe that overnight, Malaysia has turned from a friendly and welcoming 'truly Asian' nation to a frightening place- rigid and backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politicians are now scrambling to do damage control. Right or wrong aside, bottom line is that 'modern' Malaysia surely cannot be seen internationally with such image. Those in power release daily statements. In their hastiness though, some have even released statements that are spurring even more controversy. (Remember, in the last general election, 5 states fell to the opposition, and one of the main members of the opposition coalition is an 'Islamic' party- with strong supporters). Certain public figures who have forgotten this, continues to say things that shouts of their Islamic ignorance and understanding of the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-Muslims of Malaysia are also joining in the fray. Having never heard of such methods of 'punishment' and having no knowledge of the Shariah, they are now innocent bystanders of the whole fiasco. Of course, for those non-Muslims living in urban areas (try Bangsar for example), they must be even more shocked- what with more than half of club-goers being Malays and the sight of a Malay drinking being commonplace in the more 'posh' side of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Islam is complete, complete in its teachings and its laws. When you pick and choose which parts you want to follow, and limit its scope, you are trying to secularize something which in essence is a way of life. And so, it gets warped.&lt;br /&gt;This situation is an ideal example.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things wrong with the way this whole thing was handled that I can't even begin.&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that it doesn't become an avenue for people to misunderstand Islam and its teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan Mubarak~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-7166551243140181213?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/7166551243140181213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=7166551243140181213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/7166551243140181213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/7166551243140181213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/08/whipping-drinking-woman.html' title='Whipping drinking woman?'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-7796111165666005675</id><published>2009-08-11T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:17:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semput</title><content type='html'>Takde masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog surf n tengok semua orang aktif mengupdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dengki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Kagum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pasrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; semput&lt;/span&gt; r. Nak berfikir pun takde masa. Baca posts orang lain as bedtime story.. tak habis baca pun dah terlelap. Ops salah. Sebelum baca pun dah out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bile &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;semput&lt;/span&gt;, terasa nak amek solution mudah-&lt;br /&gt;Get out! Apakah erti hidup kalau hidup takde masa nak berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bile dah tak &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;semput&lt;/span&gt;, tersedar-&lt;br /&gt;Apakah erti hidup kalau takde komitmen utk work hard and achieve something worthwhile. Nanti jadi manusia berpeleseran yang tiada tujuan in life, terbantut dgn mencari &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;keseronokan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kena jadi &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;matang&lt;/span&gt;? -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"stand for something or you will fall for anything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-7796111165666005675?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/7796111165666005675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=7796111165666005675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/7796111165666005675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/7796111165666005675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/08/semput.html' title='Semput'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-5420359934678584966</id><published>2009-07-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:24:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^__^</title><content type='html'>Bile pak guard &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;senyum&lt;/span&gt; bile keta lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bile lecturer senyum &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sebelum&lt;/span&gt; start mengaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bile membe sama2 kongsi &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;senyum&lt;/span&gt; sbb sama2 bosan dlm lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bile MakCik Kantin &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;senyum&lt;/span&gt; sbb tengok lauk bertimbun kat pinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antara contoh2 bende yang boleh menggembirakan hari. So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SENYUM&lt;/span&gt;!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-5420359934678584966?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/5420359934678584966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=5420359934678584966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/5420359934678584966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/5420359934678584966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='^__^'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-7921887565341156302</id><published>2009-05-02T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:56:34.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be-not-serious</title><content type='html'>Know what would be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people could stop taking themselves too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how we laugh at other people, we laugh at stupid jokes, we even laugh when someone trips.&lt;br /&gt;But, think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed at yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't all be perfect. We mess up and do silly things sometimes. Step back, admit your mistake, and laugh at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be suprised how good it feels to just laugh at yourself for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-7921887565341156302?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/7921887565341156302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=7921887565341156302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/7921887565341156302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/7921887565341156302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-not-serious.html' title='be-not-serious'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-8625467332352891230</id><published>2009-04-27T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:26:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>At certain points in your life you start thinking about the future. Especially when you're ending a stage and beginning a new one. You start thinking about all that you've accomplished and all that you still want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows these points,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;when you finish high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you enter university,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you graduate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable and great and all. But, I think even more important than those 'great defining moments' are the 'everyday moments' that people tend to overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;, not yesterday or tomorrow, but this very day. Did I make a friend smile or helped out with chores around the house? Did I spend even a few short moments sincerely thinking about My God in prayers? Did I say thanks that there's a person out there that loves me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.... did I just laze around complaining about the extremely hot weather and watch re-runs of stories on my laptop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my tribute to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..try to make the most of it yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-8625467332352891230?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/8625467332352891230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=8625467332352891230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/8625467332352891230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/8625467332352891230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-6393219496124335116</id><published>2009-03-22T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:47:48.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disebaliknya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ada apa pada rupa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2 eyes, 1 nose, 1 mouth, 2 ears, 2 hands, 2 legs, 1 body= a human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ciri-ciri yang terlihat begitu simple. Ada pada kebanyakan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tapi, dunia boleh berpusing hanya kerana rupa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sellers and buyers in the currency of looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kalau nak kira, mesti ada berjuta kedai baju dalam dunia. Belum kira kedai seluar, kedai alat solek, kedai gunting rambut, kedai cat kuku, kedai majalah. Oh, tambah lagi, laman2 web seperti Facebook/ Friendster/ MySpace/ Flickr/ Fotopages...etc yang ahlinya sampai beribu, dimana gambar wajah2 Si Pemilik dan rakan2 dipampang untuk tontonan ramai.  Itu belum kira lagi dunia filem atau dunia permodelan atau..dan atau....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cukupla contoh sampai situ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tapi fahamkan maksud yang nak disampaikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ada apa pada rupa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;First impression?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cara menarik perhatian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cara mencari cinta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cara menzahirkan peribadi dalaman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;atau mungkin, anda pun tak pernah terfikir. Setiap hari menyarung seluar, setiap hari menyapu bedak, setiap kali membeli baju baru, setiap kali mengupload gambar ke internet, setiap kali meluangkan masa melihat gambar2 teman2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cuba fikir,.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Why are you doing what you are doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Lihatlah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;disebaliknya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-6393219496124335116?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/6393219496124335116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=6393219496124335116' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6393219496124335116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6393219496124335116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/03/disebaliknya.html' title='Disebaliknya'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-6552224261304891548</id><published>2009-02-15T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:53:26.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thin Line</title><content type='html'>There is this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thin Line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It divides the world and everything in it.&lt;br /&gt;People are controlled by it, whether they know it or not.&lt;br /&gt;It has many names.&lt;br /&gt;And it is strong, unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Thin Line&lt;/span&gt; is elusive.&lt;br /&gt;Look for it, and you may not find it.&lt;br /&gt;Sit still, and you might find you already have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined by intention,&lt;br /&gt;Manifested in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Thin Line&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that divides between &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right and Wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-6552224261304891548?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/6552224261304891548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=6552224261304891548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6552224261304891548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6552224261304891548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/02/thin-line.html' title='The Thin Line'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-2944262789010004143</id><published>2009-01-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:08:27.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menasihat &amp; Ternasihat</title><content type='html'>Tersangatlah susah nak menasihati seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih.&lt;br /&gt;Geram.&lt;br /&gt;Bengang.&lt;br /&gt;Marah.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Sedih balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dibiar je- sesungguhnya aku amat menyayangi hamba Allah ini, tak mungkin aku boleh biar je dier macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;Nak cuba mengubah- aku dah takde idea nak buat apa.&lt;br /&gt;Dah try semua cara. Pernah dengar ustaz ajar nak menasihat kena berhikmah. Tapi kalau dah habis hikmah, tak da kesan jugak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah bermaksud hatinya belum dibuka Allah untuk menerima teguran?&lt;br /&gt;Atau, kelemahan aku sendiri sebagai 'yang menasihat'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last2, dalam usaha menasihat orang, rasanya aku yang ternasihat. Terdidik dalam sabar &amp;amp; tersedar akan kekurangan diri sendiri. Tiada apa yang berlaku tanpa izin Yang Maha Kuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;berserah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-2944262789010004143?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/2944262789010004143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=2944262789010004143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/2944262789010004143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/2944262789010004143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/01/menasihat-ternasihat.html' title='Menasihat &amp; Ternasihat'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-3946257993194326516</id><published>2009-01-20T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:05:06.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berayat-ayat</title><content type='html'>Fuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantap tul. Cube buka blog sendiri tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Aiseh!&lt;br /&gt;Baru aku sedar tulisan aku kat blog semakin lama semakin panjang.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah?!!&lt;br /&gt;Penuh dengan ayat-ayat lak tu.&lt;br /&gt;Tak leh jadi ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurangkan ayat.&lt;br /&gt;Padatkan maksud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kadang2 macam best lak biler tulis panjang2. Rasa puas.&lt;br /&gt;-konfius tul la ak ni-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-3946257993194326516?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/3946257993194326516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=3946257993194326516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/3946257993194326516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/3946257993194326516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/01/berayat-ayat.html' title='Berayat-ayat'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-6110283555520686744</id><published>2009-01-03T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:33:37.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In words I know how..</title><content type='html'>Being affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine being stuck in a place where I can't escape from falling bombs. I cannot imagine living in a place where bullets rain down on me and I have no where to go. I cannot imagine not being able to get medical treatment because the hospital supplies have run out. I cannot imagine myself bleeding out on the streets simply because there is no other option. Worse still, I cannot imagine seeing my mother bleeding out and know that there is nothing I can do for her. I cannot imagine the desperation I would feel when I go to the border of this horrific war zone, and my neighbor refuses to let me in. To just be left standing there, dying, all the while, looking over the other side of the border knowing a few meters are all that separates me from peace. I cannot imagine the indignity that must fill my heart when I think about the millions of brothers and sisters I have,.. out there that are doing nothing for me,.. in here. Above all that, I cannot imagine wanting to stay in such a place. I cannot imagine voluntarily choosing to stay, fight and be killed in this place because I believe that justice will prevail- if not now in this life, then later, in the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine-&lt;br /&gt;because I am here. There is no shower of bombs raining on me. I know that there will be food for me tomorrow as it has always been there for me in the past. I am healthy and my future stretches in front me. I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what if I close my eyes tonight, and, I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What value is my life to me then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will die. That is the certainty. So will my brothers in Palestine. But their life is a carefully calculated sacrifice. They are promised Jannah. They die on the last true battlefield of Islam in today's modern world. What is my life? A calculated plan for a comfortable life on earth? So when the ground welcomes me, who is the one who is blessed? The one dies covered with blood fresh from the battles of Islam shouting Allahuakbar or the one who dies full of ignorance in sleep with the lilting voice of Yuna acting as a lullaby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, even as I am writing this I know I do not yet have the courage to buy a one way ticket to the grounds of Palestine. The thought of meeting my death and meeting my Lord so soon scares me, even as I know that death will come for me regardless of where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a week. A week where my brothers and sisters of Islam are being killed mercilessly by Israel. A horrendous week which saw witness to ground of Palestine get soaked with the blood of fellow Muslims. Yet here I am, snuggling in bed! I sometimes stop while eating because it struck me what my brothers in Palestine would give to eat as I am eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed and horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I can do for you my brothers!! I know that you are dying and I do not know what I can do. I don't know what I can do! I cannot shield you from bullets. I cannot help you escape. I can only sit and watch! I pray for you and cry for you but I fear that is not enough. I pray Allah gives you comfort. I pray Allah bestows peace in your heart no matter what situation you may be in. If you are dying and in pain, know that Paradise is welcoming you in a way I doubt it will ever welcome me.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what else to do, so, I am writing this. Let me write this for whoever that will read it. Let me write this so that you know, no matter how it may seem, your sacrifices will not be forgotten. Let me write this, so that other Muslims will also come to realise with whose blood are we paying for the ownership of Palestine. And most importantly, let me write this to always remind myself that my peace and comfort come at a price that is being paid for by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Allah always be with you my brothers. Let Allah help you through this. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-6110283555520686744?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/6110283555520686744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=6110283555520686744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6110283555520686744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6110283555520686744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-words-i-know-how.html' title='In words I know how..'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-6595805440917058430</id><published>2008-12-30T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:37:25.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2008</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a lot. And I have been trying to experience as many things as possible. As a result, I have been growing. It is sobering to realise that an idea you thought was completely true may turn out to be the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs, I once thought that if you had nothing to discuss and you were just writing down your thoughts (like a diary) then you probably shouldn't write a blog. As I read more I realise that there is nothing wrong with blogging even if it is just writing down how you feel. As long as you keep to the boundaries of Islam (no slagging of other people) then if nothing else, the blog can act as a medium for you to vent out your feelings and generate a response. It can be a way of release for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of this not because I have changed the purpose of my blog, but rather because I realise that after reading a gzillion blogs that while the people may change, with different styles of writing, varying languages all writing about different things, and yet, amidst all of that, I am slowly starting to see a common thread. Some talk about world issues and others just talk about their own personal issues, but a lot of blogs written by young adults have something in common in which all their authors have something to say. Things they probably can't in real life. And I think its great they can do it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So entering the new year, any resolutions on my part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none that I feel the need to share with people online. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-6595805440917058430?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/6595805440917058430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=6595805440917058430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6595805440917058430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6595805440917058430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-2008.html' title='Last day of 2008'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-1315631124630822656</id><published>2008-10-30T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:51:47.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtues &amp; Poems</title><content type='html'>Definition:&lt;br /&gt;From Latin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;virtus&lt;/span&gt;; valor, merit, moral perfection&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;behaviour showing high moral standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are three lessons I would write,&lt;br /&gt;Three words, as with a burning pen,&lt;br /&gt;In tracings of eternal light,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the hearts of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Hope. Though clouds environ round,&lt;br /&gt;And gladness hides her face in scorn,&lt;br /&gt;Put off the shadow from thy brow:&lt;br /&gt;No night but hath its morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven-&lt;br /&gt;The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth-&lt;br /&gt;Know this: God rules the host of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;The inhabitants of earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Love. Not love alone for one,&lt;br /&gt;But man, as man thy brother call;&lt;br /&gt;And scatter, like a circling sun,&lt;br /&gt;Thy charities on all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friedrich von Schilller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Summarizes values that are too fast fading in our modern societies (and indeed, even within ourselves).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-1315631124630822656?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/1315631124630822656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=1315631124630822656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/1315631124630822656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/1315631124630822656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2008/10/virtues-poems.html' title='Virtues &amp; Poems'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-6956788765020398765</id><published>2008-10-11T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:31:07.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tujuan Ber-blog</title><content type='html'>I once wrote an essay on web-logging aka blogs. Not for any class/ assignment, just cause I needed to objectively analyze blogs; especially concerning their purpose and influence. What with bloggers being hauled to ISA and dragged into courts it seem only pertinent that I educate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Recently, as is evident, I decided to create a blog. Here I am stating my reasons for doing so. Not so much for the reading public, but more as a reminder for myself. They are:&lt;br /&gt;1) To enable me to voice out productive criticism in the comment box of other bloggers&lt;br /&gt;2) To put forth a worthwhile issue in which I would value feedback from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- I once read somewhere that a blog is not a diary but a medium for discussion. I am a staunch supporter of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-6956788765020398765?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/6956788765020398765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=6956788765020398765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6956788765020398765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/6956788765020398765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2008/10/tujuan-ber-blog.html' title='Tujuan Ber-blog'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-751746366153039371</id><published>2008-10-04T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:27:38.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebas</title><content type='html'>Aku suka baca blog orang.&lt;br /&gt;Benci bila orang tak benarkan 'anonymous' comments.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah buat blog sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku boleh komen dengan lebih bebas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-751746366153039371?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/751746366153039371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=751746366153039371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/751746366153039371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/751746366153039371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2008/10/bebas.html' title='Bebas'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896192002037772300.post-373983424027491560</id><published>2008-10-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:22:55.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Have been writing for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Privately.&lt;br /&gt;Finally succumb to writing a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4896192002037772300-373983424027491560?l=jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/feeds/373983424027491560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4896192002037772300&amp;postID=373983424027491560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/373983424027491560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4896192002037772300/posts/default/373983424027491560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jump-itu-lompat.blogspot.com/2008/10/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Jumper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14496208840343789381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xH3tF_LBaj4/SOeuDVWA-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jPrYNKXB3pA/S220/Bungy%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
