<?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-5196792926055587397</id><updated>2012-01-29T22:17:46.944-08:00</updated><category term='m'/><title type='text'>Heart and Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2718066422533219984</id><published>2011-12-17T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:04:07.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the blues fades away and the sun shines...</title><content type='html'>Dearest readers, my sincerest apologies for the very long unattended entries. Truth be told, I always wish that I update each and everyone of you on what have happened to me ever since I came back and started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title portrays how I feel these days. Now I won't write a novel like Grisham did, nor will I sonnet it out like Shakespeare. To put it in a single word it would be content. Life has been a bliss lately. "How shall I compare thee (life) to a summer's day?" (Okay no more sonnet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what could I say, life's been busy but I'm loving it. I love my work. I love my colleagues. Seriously guys, you guys are the best. Was at the iPhone 4s launching last Thursday evening and man can I just say, it was so crowded and no needle in a haystack could compare to it. (Okay now I'm exaggerating) Cool party though I feel it could've been better in terms of numbers of stock for iPhone 4s. I sometimes wonder, how many phones could one person use at a single time. The answer five, six or perhaps even more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enough about me boring you with my work life. I'm pretty sure some would still wonder about my life per general. Truthfully, lots have happened. I've learned to except the ups and downs of life with grace. Well my friend Wadi wouldn't call it grace if I still bear anger within but at least I don't go out killing people now do I? =) Not to worry. I'll just let time wash away all my anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time in life that I must admit I was so down I believe I've hit rock bottom. Thank God for His grace. I'm still here and kicking. Have learned new things about life from all around. Seen the true faces of humanity. How shall I accept it? With open arms of course. That's what life is all about. Diversity. If you can't be part of life, then how do you live it am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love... ah love. First things first. No I haven't met anyone special. Still hanging to my old flame some says, and still hoping for the impossible. Not so great an attitude there guys. All is possible. Always put that in mind. I admit that I do think of my old flame once in a while but I guess that's what makes us human isn't that? Cherishing the memories and allowing the heart to feel emotions that we sometimes try so hard to hide. All I pray for is that I'll find that someone someday and wish life would continue to blossom as it is and has been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new love, my nephew Rayyan. Oh so cheeky he is. Can be very naughty at times and how I laugh so hard as he tries to show his tantrum. Brilliant kid and one day, I believe he'll be doing great things. And no forgetting, his cuteness would even melt a heart or two along the way. =) Time flies I must say. In no time he'll be able to talk and demand from his uncle for toys and ice cream. One thing is for sure, with him around, the house is no longer quiet but has become rather lively. If this is how being a father feels like how I wish to have children of my own someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... it's been great. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Bin Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Emily, this is the song you've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MSddbmtZZw8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2718066422533219984?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2718066422533219984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2718066422533219984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2718066422533219984'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Thinking of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wlc_PlLd0bE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5075135167502201409?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5075135167502201409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5075135167502201409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5075135167502201409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5075135167502201409'/><link 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this... she's married... and it's 3am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6373573251389301049?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6373573251389301049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6373573251389301049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6373573251389301049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6373573251389301049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-married.html' title='She&apos;s 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked are some though they are clothed,&lt;br /&gt;Shifting their legs to the bass,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a translation of life they created,&lt;br /&gt;As passionate we are to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity we not on the unwell?&lt;br /&gt;The haves and have nots?&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant we are to the sight of some,&lt;br /&gt;But how do we look in the sight of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed we are creatures of passion and pity,&lt;br /&gt;Mercy have we in what we see,&lt;br /&gt;But in a world of deceit and filled with lies,&lt;br /&gt;Sight we have and yet we are blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan&lt;br /&gt;(25/06/2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5657374999304828208?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3309845076385331574</id><published>2011-06-22T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:33:48.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete yet incomplete</title><content type='html'>Been really long since I last updated... Work + More Work = Busy busy... =) Don't get me wrong cause I am really happy with everything that have transpired. Have you ever felt the feeling of being complete yet at the same time incomplete? Well, that's exactly where I am at the moment. I guess, am happy where I am right now, but there's so much more for me to do still to achieve my ambitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't write much at the moment. Will update you guys more once I have the opportunity. =)&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3309845076385331574?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3309845076385331574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3309845076385331574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3309845076385331574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3309845076385331574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/06/complete-yet-incomplete.html' title='Complete yet incomplete'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-9168265624378805012</id><published>2011-06-02T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:42:55.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still you...</title><content type='html'>Shivering were my lips as were the words,&lt;br /&gt;Watery were my eyes, as heart was broken,&lt;br /&gt;Things happened out of control,&lt;br /&gt;A falling spiral, there was I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My light, my love, my all,&lt;br /&gt;Torn in a million pieces were they,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the million of stars still shine,&lt;br /&gt;Blinking in an oblivious rhythm, so were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pity not, as its not what I seek,&lt;br /&gt;Shallow were the promises made,&lt;br /&gt;Life as a mediocre being is such,&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity, destiny, some call it fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish I am that I still dream,&lt;br /&gt;A world of love and honesty,&lt;br /&gt;Divided not by the difference you and I,&lt;br /&gt;And you are still you...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Bin Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;03/06/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-9168265624378805012?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/9168265624378805012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=9168265624378805012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/9168265624378805012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/9168265624378805012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-you.html' title='Still you...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5593438035644941716</id><published>2011-05-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:33:17.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repentance of a sinner</title><content type='html'>A man I am,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never learn,&lt;br /&gt;My whole life I've lived,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceit and betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I know,&lt;br /&gt;No kindness indeed,&lt;br /&gt;I am King... I am on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days come and passes me by,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm selfish, I stab, for the sake of my pride&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing to fear and I get what I want,&lt;br /&gt;Money, Women and Power... these are my shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting older now yet none do I regret,&lt;br /&gt;My greed and my sins became my way of life,&lt;br /&gt;I seek not help... nor God do I rely,&lt;br /&gt;Cause this world is mine, and luck is by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the world grows dim,&lt;br /&gt;In my bed I can't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Sins of my past come to haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;I look at the world, as it frowns me to death,&lt;br /&gt;May I still repent? ... A sinners life I've lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Bin Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5593438035644941716?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5593438035644941716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5593438035644941716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5593438035644941716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5593438035644941716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/05/repentance-of-sinner.html' title='Repentance of a sinner'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-8384625419001011820</id><published>2011-05-10T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:11:34.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A challenge</title><content type='html'>Let's try a challenge... Find yourself a well paying job as soon as possible... did I say a job? Cancel that... make that a career... This is my 3 months challenge, starting from the day I arrived in Kuala Lumpur from Germany. How far have I gone? Errr... 2 interviews from 2 companies,  a couple call-backs and just recently I was offered an internship post with a job seeking agency. My conclusion? Life's good... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-8384625419001011820?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8384625419001011820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=8384625419001011820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8384625419001011820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8384625419001011820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/05/challenge.html' title='A challenge'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6474160293622707755</id><published>2011-05-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T10:14:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mother's prayers... (a tribute to mothers on mother's day)</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A man came to the Prophet and said: O Messenger of Allah! Who from amongst mankind warrants the best companionship from me? He replied: “Your mother.” The man asked: Then who? So he replied: “Your mother.” The man then asked: Then who? So the Prophet replied again: “Your mother.” The man then asked: Then who? So he replied: “Then your father.” (Sahîh Bukhârî 5971 and Sahîh Muslim 7/2)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon my beloved readers... I am so sorry for the long needed update of this blog. Been very much occupied with job seeking, 'nanny'ing and a few other errands that's been keeping me away from updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special entry, I'd like to tribute to beloved mothers around the world, of course a special tribute to my own mother Puan Hashimah Abd Karim =), in accordance to mother's day celebration. To point out that I am a mama's boy, for having written so many articles about mothers, I wouldn't actually be offended. To quote her, 'A mother can look after so many children, but how many children can really look after one mother?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of an experience I had in Germany while traveling with a friend where a middle-aged mother was looking after her two small daughters in a train headed to Hamburg. She proposed to traveling with my friend and I as to save cost on the train ticket. Her daughters was around 4 years and 1 year of age. Even though the journey was quite tiring and to tend to the active-conduct of the two daughters which of course doesn't help the least bit, she still managed to smile and lovingly care for them throughout the journey. Little that she expect the kindness or sympathy of others to manage her two kids. I can only imagine how much sacrifice have all the mother's around the world made to the children. For that dear mothers, I can't thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always tells me that miracles do happen especially through mothers' prayers for their children. I won't say that it isn't true for I myself, (thank the Almighty of course)have experienced quite a few throughout my life. During my exams, my many hardships and even during my heartbreaks, she's been praying for my success and well being and with His blessings, miracles did happened. Sometimes I wonder how much tears had fallen from her eyes for me during the prayers? Mummy, I thank you so much for being my light in my darkest hours and I want to tell you here, how much I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved readers, I beg all of you after you've done reading this entry, seek your mom, hug her and tell her how much you love her. Make time for your mothers as how she made time for you while you were young and from time to time, give them a kiss and show some appreciation towards her kindness. It doesn't take the world for one to do that but it will mean the world to them. One or two little sacrifices are all they ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this entry, once again I'd like to wish to mothers all around the world, Happy Mother's Day and thank you so much for everything you've done for us. We all are... because you've been... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tap90z44WR8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6474160293622707755?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6474160293622707755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6474160293622707755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6474160293622707755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6474160293622707755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-prayers-tribute-to-mothers-on.html' title='A mother&apos;s prayers... (a tribute to mothers on mother&apos;s day)'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tap90z44WR8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2003673958342313724</id><published>2011-04-03T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:52:12.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Conscience...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I ask God why do some people like me have too much guilty conscience. I admit that I'm not perfect but each of my wrong doings keep me up all night thinking and sobbing to myself. I'm not really the hoo haa type or anything. More of the once a while naughty type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay at home wondering sometimes why I care so much? Do I lack the attention or love? I don't really think so. Its just that I look around at my friends and my cousins, they seem contented with their lives at my age. Same goes to my brother. Me on the other hand, I feel depress looking at certain things. I worry too much and I feel so afraid of God's wrath for every little sins that I do. My mum always advices me that I should be patient with all of life's struggles. Only Allah knows, how patient I've been. My outlet to my troubles? My close friends. They have been there for me... Thank You guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might ask, why I don't tell things to my immediate family? Frankly speaking, I can't. My mum is always worried sick and the way I look at it, she'll get worse if I were to really voice out what's in my head. My siblings? I won't want to go there either. Honestly, I've always wished that my late father was still around. At least to him, I could tell my troubles and not get into much of a lecture or an oblivious look but rather a sound advice. Ya Allah, andai ini dugaanMu terhadapku, Kau berikanlah aku kekuatan untuk menempuhinya. Kau tunjukkanlah aku jalan yang lurus agar dapat ku atasi segala dugaan ini tanpa menyakiti atau menyusahkan sesiapa ya Allah. Ku mohon akan petunjukMu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact being, though some might sayI carry too much of other people's guilt along with me, let me be bear with it, cause Allah knows whats in my heart and how I look upon the world. Let He and no one else judge me for He is our Creator and to Him we shall return... Subhanallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2003673958342313724?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2003673958342313724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2003673958342313724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2003673958342313724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2003673958342313724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/04/guilty-conscience.html' title='Guilty Conscience...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4725456229117171753</id><published>2011-04-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:01:23.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 29: The old radio...</title><content type='html'>"Man... kau tahu tak si polan tu dah kahwin??" "Ye ke Boi? Mak aih... terlanjur apa??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical gossip at kedai kopi... If you are to say, women gossip more than men... not true at all. Just ask any guy in Malaysia about the latest news on 'gorgeous' women artists... You'd expect a single I don't know phrase rite?? Wrong... get ready with a cup of kopi 'o and you'd be surprised on what answers come out of their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, everything spreads like mushrooms after a rainy day. Just ask anyone in Malaysia and I betcha they'll know what you are talking about. (This is of course in the matter of either politics or celebrity gossips) It's truly understandable that some are extremely curious in a matter of way how it'd affect them. But the way we look at some issues nowadays, it's more of 'bantering' (sarcastic euphamism) the opposite side rather than discussing the issue at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's weird is that, these gossips don't just affect celebrities anymore. Some ppl even talk about their neighbors and close relatives. Well it's understandable when one tries to find a solution for the problem or maybe they just need someone to share their burden with. It's the external 'loudspeakers' I don't get. Are you trying to get some attention or free publicity out of other people's misery? I guess this is what they mean by 'Schadenfreude'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I said to a friend of mine, there's no use in playing the blame game cause I myself admit that I'm guilty of the same offense sometimes. Just hoping that one day, it will all change for the better. As they say in 'Melodi'(though I think it's quite ironic that this particular show mentioned it cause they are all about gossips anyway)... 'tingkatkan produktiviti kurangkan kontroversi.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue that I'd like to discuss in the next entry about how people... well maybe Malaysians, expect everything to happen as fast as possible... Till next time... insyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4725456229117171753?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4725456229117171753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4725456229117171753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4725456229117171753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4725456229117171753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/04/nwtre-ep-29-old-radio.html' title='NWTRE Ep 29: The old radio...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3087769400142885244</id><published>2011-03-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:38:45.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 28: Persistence vs Determination</title><content type='html'>Don't you just wonder sometimes, where does the truth lies? What is correct and what isn't? Humans have bended the rules so much that we sometimes become lost and wonder on which side lies the right option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one comes to such a situation, do you dare proceed with your eyes close or do you just give up and let go? Are you a risk taker or aren't you? It's true that all of us want certain things in life... then the chance come and pass us by. Do we abstain ourselves from moving on or do we headbutt through all the obstacles... if it's the latter, answer me this... how do we as a normal being, define that act? Is it out of persistence and determination or are we just stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say, principles are there to guide us. But how far do we really hold to those principles? If we lack the courage to open up even a little, doesn't that make us close minded? In the words of F. Scott Fitzgerald - 'The test of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.' and so, how finely tuned is our intelligence? With that I bid you cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3087769400142885244?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3087769400142885244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3087769400142885244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3087769400142885244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3087769400142885244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/nwtre-ep-28-determination-vs-stubborn.html' title='NWTRE Ep 28: Persistence vs Determination'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-75078145857282266</id><published>2011-03-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:54:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've receive a new mail...</title><content type='html'>Depending on certain people or more importantly the contents of the mail itself, it just changes the mood. A good mail can cause one to smile and light up while a bad one can cause a person to frown or throw a tantrum. You know what? Life's like that I believe. It's not always that you are able to receive a message or mail that can turn that frown upside down, but once you receive such a message, you'll feel like you're on cloud 9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for my ticket to cloud 9, though I won't lie that some messages, sms and email that I came upon this few days did come close. =) I'll just wait here, till I get that *ting* sound that says You've got mail... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t2ACWi-Jm-o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Just watched this movie again before I came back to Malaysia and thus this entry... Meg Ryan is so cute isn't she... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-75078145857282266?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/75078145857282266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=75078145857282266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/75078145857282266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/75078145857282266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/youve-receive-new-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve receive a new mail...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t2ACWi-Jm-o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1680250506927986396</id><published>2011-03-12T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:25:18.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been back a while...</title><content type='html'>So i've been back for a while now. Lots of intriguing things happening to me for the past 2 weeks. Well for once, my very own uncle, whom the family supposed wanted to stay single forever finally got married to the lady of her dreams. Well congratulations mamu and aunty zila. (Welcome to the family.) Superb wedding by the way, and must I say, in a marriage, the man should prepare four rings... The engagement ring, the wedding ring, the endu'ring' of all the future suffe'ring's. =P Just kidding. Hope the both of you have a wonderful journey through the marriage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being home this time around is not the same as before. For once I'm glad to be home. I'm guessing, my mom must be happy to see me back home at least. (sometimes life isn't the same without the ppl that you love around you) I myself and trying to contain from eating too much but what can I say, the Malaysians can always be proud of the food. (to my beloved juniors in Reutlingen, selamat memasak...=P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other activities would probably be handing out my resume and searching for a career. (I don't like to say job because that's not what I'm looking for) To the companies out there, hey, I'm a highly motivated worker and trust me, you won't regret taking me in into your 'family'. Am yet to wait for an interview, if that's what most of you are wondering. I guess my life revolves around the house at the moment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout staying home, I finally have the chance to play with my nephew. He is so adorable. (Wait till he grows up... lol) He's just so cute with his laugh and you should see him laughing. Takes all of one's trouble away. =) I'll post one of his picture here if you haven't seen him yet. (btw, his name is Adi Rayyan Khan and if you think he's cute, you should also see his uncle. =P) I could just eat him... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUOuBheAwYA/TXu6DO_2D6I/AAAAAAAAATE/s85c2VDxPk8/s1600/28022011134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUOuBheAwYA/TXu6DO_2D6I/AAAAAAAAATE/s85c2VDxPk8/s320/28022011134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583260727784116130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of other updates to come soon. Too tired to write but hey, it's been a while since I last written something. Watch out Malaysia, the Mooney is back... lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1680250506927986396?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1680250506927986396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1680250506927986396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1680250506927986396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1680250506927986396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-back-while.html' title='Been back a while...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUOuBheAwYA/TXu6DO_2D6I/AAAAAAAAATE/s85c2VDxPk8/s72-c/28022011134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-434561841607124033</id><published>2011-03-11T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:45:47.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to share...</title><content type='html'>The story of my life. I used to have someone to share my troubles. I had to let her go... maybe its for the best. I just hope she is doing okay. I guess its all circumstances isn't it? You can never always get what you want in life, and not everything that you want is the best for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm at lost here. I keep it all to myself. Some share the stories but how could one share the pain? I stand by my view that at times even friends are closer than families. I guess everyone has their own problems. Best remedy is to get down on both my knees, put up my hand in prayers and tell it to Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone knows how it feels like but I'm guessing, it's probably for the best. One that will make me stronger and even a better person. The story of my life... one that I guess I could share with some but never will one truly comprehend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-434561841607124033?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/434561841607124033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=434561841607124033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/434561841607124033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/434561841607124033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/someone-to-share.html' title='Someone to share...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7794217788314877199</id><published>2011-03-08T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:21:30.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything was simpler... I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I just imagine of yester-years... when everything was much simpler. No worries no guilt... innocent childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all changed in a blink of an eye. I guess that's life. To her, I'm sorry. I really am. Blame it on me please. I'll just wish you well and hope you'll find the courage to go on. Someone better is waiting for you out there. You might think, I didn't put you into calculation when I made the decision... I did. You might think I'm selfish for making that decision... I am and for that nothing else I could say but I'm sorry... I really am. I hope, you'll get back on your feet soon. May Allah bless you with happiness from now onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7794217788314877199?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7794217788314877199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7794217788314877199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7794217788314877199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7794217788314877199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-everything-was-simpler-im-sorry.html' title='When everything was simpler... I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6222839454113962065</id><published>2011-02-14T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:23:35.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 27: The 'Kiel'ers</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I'm hanging out in Kiel with Apai, Wadi and the soon to arrive Danial. Demn it's been ages since I last met them. Tulah korg duduk jauh2. Tiket dahlah mahal... Makaseh tolong masak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I don't know why, but been having this stomach ache since this morning. Must've been sumtin that I ate. Camni ahh Wadi kasi aku food poisoning. hahaha. Apa lagi, pillow talk sikit... schlachten sikit... borak pasal anwar sikit... hahaha. Sabar ekkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come of this entry. Ni mandi pun belum lagi. Kopi dah tiga cawaan minum... huhuhu. I might just be giddy the whole day I assume... lol. Will be here till thursday and after that I'll return to Reutlingen for the last few days in  Germany... Just can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6222839454113962065?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6222839454113962065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6222839454113962065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6222839454113962065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6222839454113962065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/02/nwtre-ep-27-kielers.html' title='NWTRE Ep 27: The &apos;Kiel&apos;ers'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2947263629933104433</id><published>2011-02-07T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:33:19.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 26: The forgotten Voice...</title><content type='html'>The forgotten voice... I was watching this youtube clip with a friend of mine. A grandmother was reciting 'pantun' to her grandchildren and it just struck me how the beautiful arrangement of words that are sewn into meaningful advices, a culture of ours, the Malaysians, have been lost with the growing of time. Let alone the 'syair' and 'puisi', most of the younger generations nowadays, don't even seem to portray courtesy and respect towards the elderly and they are getting ruder every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's not play the blame game here. I'm just pointing this out from a ponder. How much have the world change that we as a country, whose people are known to be courteous and friendly, suddenly lack the knowledge to behave like one. How hard is it, to say thank you? Or perhaps smile and try to help the elderly or the poor that's in need? Don't tell me we were brought up in such a way that we only show that much respect and courtesy to the people that we know and non to strangers? It's a mad world isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing respect and courtesy is not a sign of weakness nor does it hurt your pride. It actually shows what type of person you are and how you were brought up... The lost voice my friends... let it be heard again... For the sake of our children and our children's children, so that they too don't grow up where humanity, courtesy and respect for others are lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2947263629933104433?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2947263629933104433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2947263629933104433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2947263629933104433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2947263629933104433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/02/nwtre-ep-26-forgotten-voice.html' title='NWTRE Ep 26: The forgotten Voice...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3808613821403463575</id><published>2011-02-05T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:50:21.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 25: Zum Geburtstag viel Glück...</title><content type='html'>It's been another year... =) A year older... a year wiser... I guess, time passes by so fast. I'm 27 this year and I just wanted to mention to my beloved readers, this birthday, I'll be receiving the best gift of all. My certificate of completion for my Masters studies. Almost 9 years after secondary school, here I am, a Masters holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this entry, I would love to thank one particular woman in my life, my mother. She's been there all the time, giving me encouragement and motivation to just complete my studies. Thank you mummy for everything. I don't know how to repay you nor where to start but I'll try my best. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TU4LGC-62II/AAAAAAAAAS8/C7V5iDLiZh4/s1600/06022011127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TU4LGC-62II/AAAAAAAAAS8/C7V5iDLiZh4/s320/06022011127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570401987611777154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved friends, thank you for all the well wishes. Glad and honored to know all of you. To that special someone, thank you so much for the very special dedication. You really brighten my day (be it sunny or snowing... =P). Hope to see you soon insyaAllah. Oh yes, do wait for my return... I wish all of you a blessed day ahead and thank you so much once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much peace and love...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3808613821403463575?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3808613821403463575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3808613821403463575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3808613821403463575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3808613821403463575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/02/nwtre-ep-25-zum-geburtstag-viel-gluck.html' title='NWTRE Ep 25: Zum Geburtstag viel Glück...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TU4LGC-62II/AAAAAAAAAS8/C7V5iDLiZh4/s72-c/06022011127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4693830115952488087</id><published>2011-02-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:47:50.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 24: La Tahzan (Don't be Sad)</title><content type='html'>Sadness... an emotion that surrounds us sometimes. As a normal human being, we're never far from sadness. In life, in love, in every aspect of our everyday life sadness comes knocking on our door at times but my beloved readers... don't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sadness you become sick, you become lonely and you feel worthless. Truth fact being, you are surrounded by people who loves you and no one is worthless in this world. We are all sent here with a purpose in life. Remember those days when we were young? So full of life and in my case, chubby cheeks. =P Where have all these memories gone to? Responsibilities? Maturity? Let me tell you all a secret... it's still deep within. You just need to look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to generalize being sad, the main cause of it would probably be not being able to have something or someone and perhaps losing something or someone close to you. Here's another secret... all of these things in this world don't really belong to us. A teacher of mine, once narrated me a story of a great man. On his death bed, he held out his hands with his palm showing and his son sat beside him and ask, 'dear father, why do you put your hands out as such?' and the great man said, 'this is my last advice to you my dear child. We come into this world with nothing and we leave this world with nothing.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest readers, don't be sad. As the saying goes, when one door closes, God will at least open a window for us. Put all that energy from being sad to work for something better insyaAllah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile I bid you all... cheerios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4693830115952488087?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4693830115952488087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4693830115952488087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4693830115952488087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4693830115952488087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/02/nwtre-ep-24-la-tahzan-dont-be-sad.html' title='NWTRE Ep 24: La Tahzan (Don&apos;t be Sad)'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5095282920698891474</id><published>2011-01-30T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T02:06:44.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 23: Between love and war...</title><content type='html'>I succumb to the matter that both good and evil will always exist in this world. Leave it to the selfish ones to taint good things in this world with greed and the rest of the sins. But you'll ask yourself, what if you're stuck in between the war of good and evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sympathize for the Malaysians in Egypt. They are stuck in between such a condition. To take down a tyrant, the whole city is in a mess... I sympathize, for the people in Malaysia, with family members stuck there in Egypt. I do pray for the best of outcome for all of you. InsyaAllah it will all be alright. I sympathize for my few Egyptians friends, may the will of your nation, be the continuous strength for all of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it all, the world has always been filled with tyrants and dictators. Name whatever government. It's all the same. Democracy can never truly exist in today's world, cause its regulated by men... men with flaws... men with greed... men who wouldn't be happy with what they have. A lesson in history... nothing is what it seems to be and history will always repeat itself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper... in between love and war...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5095282920698891474?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5095282920698891474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5095282920698891474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5095282920698891474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5095282920698891474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/nwtre-ep-23-between-love-and-war.html' title='NWTRE Ep 23: Between love and war...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4598165688664388653</id><published>2011-01-28T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:04:04.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 22: Just for laughs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u3tNtQGm5Qk" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4598165688664388653?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4598165688664388653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4598165688664388653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4598165688664388653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4598165688664388653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/mwtre-ep-22-just-for-laughs.html' title='NWTRE Ep 22: Just for laughs...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u3tNtQGm5Qk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6621851125864074625</id><published>2011-01-26T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T03:03:10.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 21:Count down...</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I'm at the uni to see the lecturer for the final okay and he's not here... He sent me an email, saying, he'll reply to me by tonight... *yawn*... looks like, i'll only be able to finish up my corrections and print out my thesis by tomorrow... hopefully thursday i'll settle the binding part and handing in of the thesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down for my return to Malaysia starts now... It'll be  less than a month now if everything goes to plan...insyaAllah =) So what to do when I first land in Msia?? I'm guessing, I'll be looking forward to the food and hopefully a few interviews... (btw anyone who has a job offer in the field of mechatronics engineering... do give me a buzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my to do list is, to pack my stuff up and call up the JPA ppl to inform that I'm finishing soon. Hopefully, they'll get my tickets all prepared... wooohoooo. Ooohhhh and anyone with information of a good, reasonable and dependable shipping company that is able to ship stuffs from germany to msia, do give me a buzz as well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys... I'll see you all in a bit hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6621851125864074625?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6621851125864074625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6621851125864074625' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6621851125864074625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6621851125864074625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/nwtre-ep-21count-down.html' title='NWTRE Ep 21:Count down...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3106776439592531890</id><published>2011-01-20T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:21:10.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 20: Guitar and music...</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. Sorry for the long pause. Been busy with my report and the due date would be next week... Woohoo... finally after 6 long years... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say, lately I've also been learning to play the guitar and omg do I suck... Lol. let's just say, these fingers are made for typing rather than for strumming or picking. Maybe I'll get my rhythm slowly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been interested in music and although I don't really have the talent to play any musical instruments, I do wish that one day, I'll be able to write my own song. Even if it's just one song... My muse? that is a story for another day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking... music just soothes the soul doesn't it? After a long day, after a break up or just hanging out... it just opens the mind to a world of wonders. To me, the lyrics, apart from the exuberant colors of sounds, is the beauty of a song. It reaches the inner part of your heart with poetic metaphors and expresses the struggling yearnings of emotions that we seldom describe with words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life as I believe it, is about balancing everything. It doesn't mean if you enjoy something you have to overdo it... So is music... hey everything has it's bane if you do it too excessively right? Last words would probably be... don't be a hater... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s a favourite song of my late father... (still missing you so much bapa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8L1sg7RImyM" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3106776439592531890?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3106776439592531890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3106776439592531890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3106776439592531890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3106776439592531890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/nwtre-ep-20-guitar-and-music.html' title='NWTRE Ep 20: Guitar and music...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8L1sg7RImyM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1345841212138602794</id><published>2011-01-13T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:34:48.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not as we planned it...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was telling me the other day... life is not as we planned it. Though it might be so, we should cherish every moment, every hour, every minute and second of every single day. Be thankful for the O2 we breath in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk of our childhood dreams... his was to join the KRU while mine was to become a fireman... neither have the physical... =P I was asked an important question, which I was reluctant to answer... I'm sorry to whom it may concern... I understand where you stand as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, life is like the river, take it slow... one day at a time... and my mom says, we propose and He disposes... Life is an unknown journey my beloved readers... it's never what we planned it to be. Try it as hard and as might as you want to control it... we'll never be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sit here and count my blessings... everyday is a better day than yesterday. Tomorrow would be even better insyaAllah... as the title of the famous novel by Elizabeth Gilbert... eat, pray, love... The joy of the world could be yours insyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan (in a journey to find serenity of the heart and soul)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1345841212138602794?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1345841212138602794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1345841212138602794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1345841212138602794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1345841212138602794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-not-as-we-planned-it.html' title='Life is not as we planned it...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5061822657096084426</id><published>2011-01-10T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:06:29.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 19: Dreams...</title><content type='html'>Dreams... the playground of the devil? Ever wonder why sometimes dreams can be sweet and other times terrifying as hell? All I'm saying is that, it's all in the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's weird how dreams effect your life doesn't it? At times, it's like Dejavu... Continuous and life like... I once had a dream that kept me awed even after I woke up... Really wonder sometimes if what you dream of is something that will actually happen in the future...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it's not just me. By the way just watched Magika a few weeks ago and it actually reminded me of a certain dream that I had when I was a kid... though it wasn't that musical... (oh yeah... highly recommend the film. Good job KRU. =))Well all I'm saying is that, enjoy any dream that you have. It's an escape from reality for a while and at least it could keep your mind of the troubles maybe just a litlle bit. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s here is one of my fav. songs in the movie Magika...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zt_gf2NOkQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zt_gf2NOkQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5061822657096084426?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5061822657096084426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5061822657096084426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5061822657096084426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5061822657096084426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/nwtre-ep-19-dreams.html' title='NWTRE Ep 19: Dreams...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1015647723478071549</id><published>2011-01-07T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:43:41.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 18: Chicken Briyani the entry...</title><content type='html'>After craving it for some time, I decided to cook chicken briyani for myself... Garrhhhh Chicke briyani... hehehe How to cook it? Here's the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pots of rice (preferably Basmati) - cooked sperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For marinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250 grams of chicken  &lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons of garam masala&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons of plain yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Frying ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons of frying oil &lt;br /&gt;1 large onion (diced)&lt;br /&gt;1 cinnamon stick&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon of tumeric powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon of coriander powder&lt;br /&gt;some cloves &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon of chili powder (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;3 table spoon of tomato puree&lt;br /&gt;100 grams of mixed vege (corn and green peas)&lt;br /&gt;salt and sugar for taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heat the oil with medium heat in a medium size pot. &lt;br /&gt;2.  Fry the frying ingredients (inclusive the powder) until onion is golden.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Add a little water to avoid the ingredients from burning.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Add the chicken and all its marinated sauce.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Stir fry in medium heat until chicken is half cooked.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Add the tomato puree, the rest of the water and mixed vege.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Let the chicken cook while the sauce thickens.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Add sugar and salt to taste.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Once done, add the already cooked rice into the pot and stir together until well mixed&lt;br /&gt;10. Once done, it can be served with cashew nuts and fried shallots@bawang goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSnHWlDmaEI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_EAyJU6S4g/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSnHWlDmaEI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_EAyJU6S4g/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560194405683849282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1015647723478071549?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1015647723478071549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1015647723478071549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1015647723478071549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1015647723478071549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/nwtre-ep-18-chicken-briyani-entry.html' title='NWTRE Ep 18: Chicken Briyani the entry...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSnHWlDmaEI/AAAAAAAAASw/5_EAyJU6S4g/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5013172875252891697</id><published>2011-01-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T07:43:03.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 17: The New Year</title><content type='html'>Well welcome to the year 2011... Who would've thought that time would fly so fast... I know how much ppl look forward to a new year, a time when they can begin everything from scratch and try to forget past regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set new goals every beginning of the year and wishing to fulfill them by the end... All I can say is that, I'm thankful for everything that I've experienced, especially last year when many events occurred, same good ones, some bad ones. I'm thankful that I'll soon end my first phase in life and no I'm not getting hitched just yet. I'm referring to me finishing my masters degree and finally able to start with my working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also glad that I've found my smile once again... thank you to the many kind souls out there with their inspirational words and motivations... The third quarter of 2010 as you all know, have been quite dark for me and I'm just hoping, the year 2011 will be filled with continuous smile and happiness for all of us. There will be a few surprises for all of you in 2011 that I hope to reveal (can't do it just yet unfortunately) and with all of your support and prayers beloved readers, I do hope this year will be a great one, insyaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave this entry short so I'm going to post here a few pictures of my hopefully last new year's celebration in Reutlingen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCbtGvDTAI/AAAAAAAAARo/TZ0MU0okAkA/s1600/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCbtGvDTAI/AAAAAAAAARo/TZ0MU0okAkA/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557613139379571714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCb6lt15zI/AAAAAAAAARw/mo_VaizFwm4/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCcmX74TCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/F2gz2lbjBlg/s320/DSC_0112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557614123249323042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCcy7UHeGI/AAAAAAAAASY/SxbtVB7tEFE/s1600/DSC_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCcy7UHeGI/AAAAAAAAASY/SxbtVB7tEFE/s320/DSC_0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557614338904651874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCc6w431EI/AAAAAAAAASg/auWXZqki-Jg/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCc6w431EI/AAAAAAAAASg/auWXZqki-Jg/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557614473544979522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5013172875252891697?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5013172875252891697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5013172875252891697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5013172875252891697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5013172875252891697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2011/01/nwtre-ep-17-new-year.html' title='NWTRE Ep 17: The New Year'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TSCbtGvDTAI/AAAAAAAAARo/TZ0MU0okAkA/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7344714553982229924</id><published>2010-12-30T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:48:43.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The changing years...</title><content type='html'>2011... 2011 is almost finally here. You know what I just realized? It's been almost 10 years since I last left school... 10 years of studying and pushing myself to the extreme(academic wise)... 10 years of never ending smile and tears... and the heart grows fonder of the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old am I not... young am I neither&lt;br /&gt;You learn from your mistakes and mishaps makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;I've loved and I've lost and yet I continue to love&lt;br /&gt;No regrets as they say &lt;br /&gt;And step wisely as your journey of a thousand miles is not yet over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people grow and how they turn out to be, &lt;br /&gt;and the many things you wish you didn't know, &lt;br /&gt;knocks you on the door and greets you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Not all is evil, though there are still many&lt;br /&gt;Judge not a book by its cover, instead just read the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown and I became, the man I am today&lt;br /&gt;Love me or hate me, I'm here and here to stay&lt;br /&gt;My life is mine to live &lt;br /&gt;And isn't yours to deicde&lt;br /&gt;I shall live with no regrets... insyaAllah till the day He calls me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years, it's almost finally done... Malaysia, I'm coming home... =)&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7344714553982229924?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7344714553982229924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7344714553982229924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7344714553982229924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7344714553982229924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/changing-years.html' title='The changing years...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5267792024710839289</id><published>2010-12-29T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:20:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally almost coming to the end... hoooyeahhhh</title><content type='html'>Sorry peeps for not updating for quite some time... Been really2 busy writing my thesis report. Finally, am soon finishing up with the thesis. Hope all is welll... hmmmm... =)amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5267792024710839289?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5267792024710839289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5267792024710839289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5267792024710839289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5267792024710839289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-almost-coming-to-end.html' title='Finally almost coming to the end... hoooyeahhhh'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6615590222094881033</id><published>2010-12-26T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T04:00:30.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 16: Writer's Block...</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when that happens? As a blogger, I do find myself at times facing this problem. What's scarier is that, this writer's block that I'm facing right now is on my thesis which is soon due... Grrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I could just instead sing 'more than words' and forget the report?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything would be better soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6615590222094881033?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6615590222094881033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6615590222094881033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6615590222094881033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6615590222094881033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/nwtre-ep-16-writers-block.html' title='NWTRE Ep 16: Writer&apos;s Block...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-326985973961080478</id><published>2010-12-23T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:04:34.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning coffee story...</title><content type='html'>Normally, I'd wake up and brew myself a cup of coffee... Coffee... the best drink ever for students and adults just like me. Like it or not, coffee helps me concentrate better on things that I'm doing. Be it study, work or just getting along with my life, a cup of coffee just give me that rush of adrenaline that I need to get on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder why my late father likes to drink coffee early in the morning. It tastes bitter, leaves an after taste in your mouth and heck even medical science is trying to prove that coffee is bad for you. (Well actually anything taken in high dosages can bring harm... logic 101 =P) Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a fan or a hater, you really can't say that coffee is such a bad thing. Do you know that the smell of coffee is much better to the nose compared to the overpowering smell of perfume. You can't choke on the smell of coffee beans you know... (or can you?) Even 'buah berangan' or 'maroni' as the Germans call them are cooked using the coffee beans... So there... two good use of coffee beans... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I writing this entry? Well frankly speaking, I'm here with my cup of coffee taking a break from my report and just feel like writing something... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Merry Xmas to my friends and beloved readers who are celebrating... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-326985973961080478?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/326985973961080478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=326985973961080478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/326985973961080478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/326985973961080478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-coffee-story.html' title='The morning coffee story...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3943163723629855360</id><published>2010-12-21T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:17:08.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 15: Programming for life....</title><content type='html'>void main()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;do{&lt;br /&gt;for(int life = 0; life != giveup;life++){&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch (money){&lt;br /&gt;case 10000: cout &lt;&lt;"Save some for the future";break;&lt;br /&gt;case 10 : cout &lt;&lt;"Buy only what is necessary";break;&lt;br /&gt;case 0 : cout &lt;&lt;"Try and try again. This time, harder!";break;&lt;br /&gt;default : cout &lt;&lt;"Spend wisely"; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ( family &gt;0 ){&lt;br /&gt;love = true;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance = false;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}else&lt;br /&gt;if (wife &gt;0 &amp;&amp; kids == 0){&lt;br /&gt;cout &lt;&lt;"Try and try again. This time, harder!"; //lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}else{&lt;br /&gt;cout &lt;&lt;" Find someone to love. Allah is always there.";&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}while (!dead);&lt;br /&gt;} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//tribute to apai... as I finally found his blog.... muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3943163723629855360?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3943163723629855360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3943163723629855360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3943163723629855360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3943163723629855360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/nwtre-ep-15-programming-for-life.html' title='NWTRE Ep 15: Programming for life....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1073895359428997865</id><published>2010-12-16T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:06:09.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making time....</title><content type='html'>Making time for myself has been quite a task lately... I really2 need some time off from my thesis... Maybe for just one day I could wake up early... cook myself a good meal and just hang back and do what I want for the rest of the day... But I guess that's just selfish of me... Well, good things come unexpectedly right?? So surprise me.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1073895359428997865?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1073895359428997865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1073895359428997865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1073895359428997865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1073895359428997865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/making-time.html' title='Making time....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1022518518399143360</id><published>2010-12-09T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T06:41:58.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE EP14: Roses are red my love, violets are blue...</title><content type='html'>Colors... What would we even do if there are no colors in this world?? We look around and we see vibrant of green, calming blue, energetic orange, passion of red and the innocence of white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder sometimes, what life would be like if we were to live in an old movie where the only colors that define us are the shades of black and white... I bet if life's so... everyone would be color blind. (no offense to anyone)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in this vast growing world, we don't seem to appreciate the luminous variety of colors that gives us hope and that euphoric feeling deep within. Instead we choose to portray them in a rather mundane and sometimes hurting manner. All I'm saying, just close your eyes for a moment and ask yourself, why does sunshine brighten your day? Why does water look so tranquil? Why does a rainbow make you happy? And maybe then you can ask yourself for once, which color are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1022518518399143360?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1022518518399143360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1022518518399143360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1022518518399143360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1022518518399143360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/nwtre-ep14-roses-are-red-my-love.html' title='NWTRE EP14: Roses are red my love, violets are blue...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2817284594922055327</id><published>2010-12-03T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:39:51.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting the days.... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPkrXalaF9I/AAAAAAAAARc/vGx_6gswSsU/s1600/Adi%2BRayyan%2BKhan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPkrXalaF9I/AAAAAAAAARc/vGx_6gswSsU/s400/Adi%2BRayyan%2BKhan.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546512097356683218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2817284594922055327?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2817284594922055327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2817284594922055327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2817284594922055327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2817284594922055327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/counting-days.html' title='counting the days.... =)'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPkrXalaF9I/AAAAAAAAARc/vGx_6gswSsU/s72-c/Adi%2BRayyan%2BKhan.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1146321160037959333</id><published>2010-12-02T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:43:52.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 13: Devil's greatest trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'The devil's greatest trick is, for the world to think it doesn't exist... - The Arrival (a documentary about the arrival of Dajjal)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though one might think it's a lie or me just being sceptic, I would love to implore all of you for once, take a look around. How have we all become zombies in this life. How much we depend on the 'system'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, we are taught to learn, what they want us to learn. At work, we do our job without even knowing why. Television diverge us from our responsibilities towards the Almighty, while directing us towards the worldly possessions, as though there is no heaven and hell in the after life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep on feeding this 'tool' we call our physical bodies, while our spirit is emptied little by little, leaving us, but just another incomplete slave of the 'system'. By now, you'll be wondering what do I mean by the 'system'. The 'system' is no other than a tool created by the devil itself, a plan to deceive us humans to lie, cheat, oppress, even kill one another, while it stands behind the curtain like a puppet master controlling each and every single one of us on this big blue stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no scepticism fellow readers nor is it a lie. Once and for all I wish, you'd just open your eyes and free your mind from these blinding world. I am but a humble slave of Allah S.W.T, imploring and reminding you, the greatest threat of ours is no other than the devil itself and it will continue to blind and influence us until the day of Judgment... أستغفر الله.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1146321160037959333?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1146321160037959333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1146321160037959333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1146321160037959333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1146321160037959333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/12/nwtre-ep-13-devils-greatest-trick.html' title='NWTRE Ep 13: Devil&apos;s greatest trick'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7792298945460785501</id><published>2010-11-29T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:03:49.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 12: Busted Ankle and Work...</title><content type='html'>So a new week begins... Time really flies doesn't it?? In 2 weeks times I'll be doing my presentation on my Thesis and well, after a few bumps on the road, a little progress does shine a new light on my progress. =) At the moment, I'm still configuring the program, to enable it to run as how a radio system is required for Energy Harvesting. As the German says, 'Druck mir den Daumen!' or translated, all the best... to me of course. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what I've been doing (just if one notices... yes thats my room):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPQ9-Z_Q1mI/AAAAAAAAARM/Mvv5PE_xe70/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPQ9-Z_Q1mI/AAAAAAAAARM/Mvv5PE_xe70/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545125183537337954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I've been working in my room for these past few days. My twice weekly badminton activity seems to take a turn for the worst last Friday. All I can say is that, twisted ankle is never a good sign for one to walk so much... But hey, a busted ankle would heal right?? On ibuprofen and daily rest at the moment... Whats the word for it?? SCHADE!! Let's just hope, I'll finish on time... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPQ_DgpatOI/AAAAAAAAARU/zaOc7qNRVTw/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPQ_DgpatOI/AAAAAAAAARU/zaOc7qNRVTw/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545126370735731938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Wishing was back home where I don't really need to cook... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7792298945460785501?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7792298945460785501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7792298945460785501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7792298945460785501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7792298945460785501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nwtre-ep-12-busted-ankle-and-work.html' title='NWTRE Ep 12: Busted Ankle and Work...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TPQ9-Z_Q1mI/AAAAAAAAARM/Mvv5PE_xe70/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7623209558632299392</id><published>2010-11-25T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T03:59:45.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold, colder, coldest....</title><content type='html'>It's snowing outside and how I am glad the heater is on. Am sitting here in my room with my cup of hot coffee and putting on some background jazz. So this is what they call chillin' out. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to my beloved reader maple.snow, since you love winter, I've taken a few pictures, for you and the other readers as well, of the view from outside my window, not forgetting the view from just outside my room. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the view from my room window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TO8V-9U7ovI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nkaBX2FXGw4/s1600/Outside%2Bthe%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TO8V-9U7ovI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nkaBX2FXGw4/s400/Outside%2Bthe%2Broom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543673837674799858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this a view from just outside my room window (picture of the university actually):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TO8WcIGP0rI/AAAAAAAAARE/DLqb2RqNgpg/s1600/luar%2Bbilik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TO8WcIGP0rI/AAAAAAAAARE/DLqb2RqNgpg/s400/luar%2Bbilik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543674338782204594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy chillin guys... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7623209558632299392?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7623209558632299392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7623209558632299392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7623209558632299392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7623209558632299392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-colder-coldest.html' title='Cold, colder, coldest....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TO8V-9U7ovI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nkaBX2FXGw4/s72-c/Outside%2Bthe%2Broom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2152415629179626416</id><published>2010-11-24T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:18:11.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTWRE Ep 11: Average</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted this video on facebook recently and well, it's pretty awesome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me my definition of average, it would probably be: Malaysians. (am proud to be one by the way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why I say so? It's because we know, in Malaysia, there's no difference if you are above average or not... if you are unique or not... hell if you are a genius even, the leaders they don't give a crap. So as it is implemented... why work so hard? Average is good enough right? =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULRosL7AOpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ULRosL7AOpk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s As the saying goes, (if any politicians are reading this), lead through example... that's all we are doing. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2152415629179626416?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2152415629179626416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2152415629179626416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2152415629179626416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2152415629179626416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ntwre-ep-11-average.html' title='NTWRE Ep 11: Average'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6766598309579130873</id><published>2010-11-23T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:05:42.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 10: Lunch anyone? (special edition)</title><content type='html'>In this special edition entry, I would love to just tease my beloved readers a little. As we all know some of us, we eat to live but there are a special few who lives to eat. Which category do I fall into? That's for me to know and for all of you... not to know. (busy bodies. =P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, was quite lazy to cook today but I guess one needs to eat somehow and so, I decided to chuck everything into the oven to make myself an edible lunch. So what did I make? Well all I can say is that, cooking without cooking oil can be yummy too. =) Trust me it was deli..cious. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture for all of you to gawk at:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TOvmAfAMAdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XloV2m5UDY8/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TOvmAfAMAdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XloV2m5UDY8/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542776662406201810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Appetit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6766598309579130873?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6766598309579130873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6766598309579130873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6766598309579130873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6766598309579130873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nwtre-ep-10-lunch-anyone-special.html' title='NWTRE Ep 10: Lunch anyone? (special edition)'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TOvmAfAMAdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XloV2m5UDY8/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4479935874793320743</id><published>2010-11-21T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:01:58.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The walk of pride...</title><content type='html'>The walk of pride covers it all,&lt;br /&gt;The shame, the guilt, the rise and the fall,&lt;br /&gt;We walk hand in hand every single day,&lt;br /&gt;But you and I are never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see life and how do I?&lt;br /&gt;The joy and laughter, the tears as we cry,&lt;br /&gt;Is everything so different I ask you now,&lt;br /&gt;How tall do we stand and how low do we bow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pain I scream and in fear I cower, &lt;br /&gt;While you stood looking down feeling mighty as ever,&lt;br /&gt;Should I do the same when you are desperate in need?&lt;br /&gt;Need I provoke you more, when help I could give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is not yours and my views are of my own,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't what I have, nor you wish to get along,&lt;br /&gt;Yet still, why do I sympathize so much?&lt;br /&gt;When we no longer, see eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the walk of pride covers it all,&lt;br /&gt;The shame, the guilt, the rise and the fall,&lt;br /&gt;Though we walk hand in hand every single day,&lt;br /&gt;We both, my friend, will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan (22/11/2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4479935874793320743?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4479935874793320743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4479935874793320743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4479935874793320743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4479935874793320743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/walk-of-pride.html' title='The walk of pride...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5060807415737754731</id><published>2010-11-20T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:13:31.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 9: Nasi Lemak...</title><content type='html'>There are two things that signifies one, a true Malaysian... the multicultural people and the food that comes with these multicultural races. Roti Canai, Yong Tau Foo and the Nasi Lemak are well known among our people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are not the richest people in the world, but we seriously do enjoy rich food don't we? Truth be told, Malaysians can tolerate anything as long as they are able to enjoy good food. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why this topic right? Well, was craving for Nasi Lemak for quite some already and finally, managed to cook some for myself. Though it would never be as good as the ones wrapped in banana leave and cost RM 1 per pack, but heck at least my craving is gone. (Still looking forward for February to finally be bck in Malaysia though to where all the good foods are. =P)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, the best foods are still in Malaysia and heck what I wouldn't give just to eat Roti Canai for breakfast, Nasi Campur for lunch and Yong Tau Foo for dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5060807415737754731?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5060807415737754731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5060807415737754731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5060807415737754731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5060807415737754731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nwtre-ep-9-nasi-lemak.html' title='NWTRE Ep 9: Nasi Lemak...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5821854956021900950</id><published>2010-11-19T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:54:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep...</title><content type='html'>How do you force yourself to sleep when you feel tired but not sleepy at all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with tips do leave one behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am afraid of getting insomnia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call 0176-zzzz zzzz!! *yawn* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s am serious though bout the tips... anybody??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5821854956021900950?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5821854956021900950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5821854956021900950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5821854956021900950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5821854956021900950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleep.html' title='Sleep...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3777017468686494721</id><published>2010-11-18T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:39:29.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NWTRE Ep 8: The Best Car Song...</title><content type='html'>You might not know this, but music actually does define who you are. (maybe a little =P) Doesn't matter... So imagine you're cruising in your auto and you are about to choose a song to be played on the sound system. Something that'll accompany you while you drive. Which song would be playing in your automobile? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question would probably be... how would you react to the music? Do you move your shoulders? Or tap your hands on the steering? Perhaps, singing off-key just for the fun of it? (The last one would be the thing that I'll be doing. =P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, music changes from one generation to the next. Trust me it's still a torture to listen to 'RIMA' while my mom drives and she on the other hand, can't stand the music of the younger generations. So to compromise, we choose the light and easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what music are you? (I am pretty sure that I do what this guy does when no one's looking... well maybe even when ppl are looking =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JAis-ATxnc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JAis-ATxnc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Oh just to add, I'm more of a lyrics guy, so I prefer something slow that I can comprehend or something that calls upon the beast within with inviting rhythm... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3777017468686494721?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3777017468686494721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3777017468686494721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3777017468686494721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3777017468686494721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nwtre-ep-8-best-car-song.html' title='NWTRE Ep 8: The Best Car Song...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4827046748011617411</id><published>2010-11-16T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:58:20.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTWRE Ep 7: Way to a man's heart...</title><content type='html'>There's an old saying that goes... '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.&lt;/span&gt;' This saying actually refers to the fatty food, that first clogs the heart and later, every other part of the body especially the tummy. That's why people assume that a fat man is a happy man, because he's been loved by so many. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a reminder to the people celebrating Aidiladha today, consume only when hungry and stop before you are full or else, you would give others the wrong impression. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps Salam Aidiladha to all my muslim readers. =) (Rayyan uncle can't wait to fly back to see you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4827046748011617411?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4827046748011617411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4827046748011617411' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4827046748011617411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4827046748011617411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nt.html' title='NTWRE Ep 7: Way to a man&apos;s heart...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5833676629133938373</id><published>2010-11-15T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T06:27:43.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially an uncle...</title><content type='html'>I'm officially an uncle... Wonder what I'll refered to as? unc awwir? or unc mooney? mamu awwir? hehehe... here's a picture of my nephew lil Rayyan Khan... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TOFC9vPkd6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/O7WLGrEY7Jo/s1600/DSC00521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TOFC9vPkd6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/O7WLGrEY7Jo/s320/DSC00521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539782645063645090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you in february insyaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios &lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Rayyan, nnt besar sikit unc belikan ice cream. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5833676629133938373?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5833676629133938373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5833676629133938373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5833676629133938373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5833676629133938373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-officially-uncle.html' title='I&apos;m officially an uncle...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TOFC9vPkd6I/AAAAAAAAAQs/O7WLGrEY7Jo/s72-c/DSC00521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4712461799469449545</id><published>2010-11-14T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:55:03.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTWRE Ep6: Being a joker...</title><content type='html'>Jokes are fun don't you think? (Hope you all will be reading this with your funny bones still intact. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wrong for any guy to raise a hand on a woman... but what if you have a question? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a big man to apologize and an even bigger man to forgive... so what's so wrong with being obese? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny saved is a penny earned... too small of an income don't you think?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychotherapist= psycho-the-rapist? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not pronounced sexist... it's sexy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to cry so much, as someone pointed out to me. Take it as a pinch of salt (and sugar) but if you're still bummed out, well... bummer? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoy it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4712461799469449545?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4712461799469449545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4712461799469449545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4712461799469449545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4712461799469449545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/mtwre-ep6-being-joker.html' title='MTWRE Ep6: Being a joker...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3934581176323905167</id><published>2010-11-10T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:03:08.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause...</title><content type='html'>Press the start button to pause... that's what they say when I play video games on my PS3 but hey, there's no pause button in real life. Just a break... So today was my break day. Wasn't feeling the 'go for it Mooney' motivation. Tonight perhaps... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to do some grocery shopping but man the weather is really not helping in telling me not to be laaaazzzyyy today. =P I really do need fresh air. Sitting in my room the whole day can truly be depressing. Makes one wonder if staying in the hospital alone really helps one relax. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh got a new addiction. Music addiction that is. Jason Mraz's Butterfly. Just listen to that bass. Guess I might be an Audiophile after all... Too expensive of a hobby for me though. Maybe later in life. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ct4LE45oy8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ct4LE45oy8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3934581176323905167?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3934581176323905167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3934581176323905167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3934581176323905167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3934581176323905167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/pause.html' title='Pause...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6153762205766502914</id><published>2010-11-08T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:27:36.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTWRE Ep 5: The smile...</title><content type='html'>If a smile really does go a long way... I guess the oil price crisis is the thing of the past. =) But in all honesty, who doesn't appreciate a sincere smile? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everyone loves a smile.&lt;/span&gt; Be it from someone you know or a stranger, a smile is like the mood button changer. So smile... =) (unless you've just injected your face with botox. then its just creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6153762205766502914?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6153762205766502914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6153762205766502914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6153762205766502914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6153762205766502914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ntwre-ep-5-smile.html' title='NTWRE Ep 5: The smile...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7425085007057324988</id><published>2010-11-06T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T15:16:37.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NTWRE EP4: The make you feel good instances...</title><content type='html'>Someone very close to me, told me the other day, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;almost everyone fail at love the first time&lt;/span&gt;". Another says, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't give up cause a better one will come around&lt;/span&gt;". Most of my friends would also say, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you deserve better&lt;/span&gt;" and they sympathize for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important note for my beloved readers, these so called gestures (bolded) are the make you feel good words usually use to create the make you feel good instances. Though sometimes it doesn't work on you (or me), just be grateful for it. At least they are sincere enough to comfort you, unlike whatever just happened to you, that you need the make you feel good instances. The thing to do to show your appreciation, smile and say thank you... ( =) thank you all for helping me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, if you noticed the short form on the title... well I hate writing long titles repeatedly thus the abb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7425085007057324988?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7425085007057324988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7425085007057324988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7425085007057324988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7425085007057324988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ntwre-ep4-make-you-feel-good-instances.html' title='NTWRE EP4: The make you feel good instances...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2120641305504200735</id><published>2010-11-05T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:23:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New things we realise everyday... Ep3</title><content type='html'>When a person says, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you need to be committed to this relationship...&lt;/span&gt;", he or she is actually giving you a choice. Either be miserable for the rest of your life with him or her or be miserable alone. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios...&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s to all my friends celebrating the festival of light, Happy Deepavali. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2120641305504200735?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2120641305504200735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2120641305504200735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2120641305504200735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2120641305504200735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-things-we-realise-everyday-ep3.html' title='New things we realise everyday... Ep3'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4048405777087916140</id><published>2010-11-03T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:00:26.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New things we realise everyday... Ep2</title><content type='html'>Fairytale are considered fiction because, when they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and they lived happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they didn't include the fine print to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this excludes the mortgage payment, car loan, insurance payment, health care, education fees, health risks, marital troubles etc.&lt;/span&gt;".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4048405777087916140?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4048405777087916140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4048405777087916140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4048405777087916140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4048405777087916140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-things-we-realise-everyday-ep2.html' title='New things we realise everyday... Ep2'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-8412978325752775107</id><published>2010-11-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:19:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New things we realise everyday... Ep1</title><content type='html'>So I'm starting this new section on my blog... Let's try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when they say money is the root of all evil? Not true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of all evil is the letter 'a'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u know... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-8412978325752775107?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8412978325752775107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=8412978325752775107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8412978325752775107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8412978325752775107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-things-we-realise-everyday-ep1.html' title='New things we realise everyday... Ep1'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7598482390841166211</id><published>2010-11-01T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:30:00.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall and holiday...</title><content type='html'>Seeing that today is a public holiday in Germany and the weather, not that dreadful, a few friends and I decided to go out and take a few pictures. My last fall in Reutlingen, so might as well make the best of it... =P.  The pictures are not yet edited so just wait for that... =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Finally my wish to do a photo outing is fulfilled... =) Next big event, graduation... pray for me guys. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7598482390841166211?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7598482390841166211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7598482390841166211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7598482390841166211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7598482390841166211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-and-holiday.html' title='Fall and holiday...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4573150734926157265</id><published>2010-10-30T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T13:49:56.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like blogging...</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since I last updated... There goes the plan of wanting to update my blog everyday... Sigh... Truth fact being, yes, I've been unwell lately. Every morning when I wake up after a restless night of tossing and turning, I'll have this back ache and my neck will feel a little stiff... Ouch? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I went to the doctor and she recommended me a stronger pain killer than the one I've been taking. Cause of the pain and neck stiffness? It's either my bed or I've been 'killing' myself with stress, up to a point where it effects my whole system. Go figure... (Personally I opt for the later, cause been sleeping on the same bed for almost 2 years plus and nothing... =P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry beloved readers but I rather not discuss the cause of my stress here in public. I know it's good to share but if I were to do so, some people will be terribly hurt and having that instead on my conscience? I rather keep quiet for know and keep things to myself. (my mum was telling me the other day to talk to anyone to release this stress of mine and my reply was quite easy... to who? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some matters, I dare not talk to my family and I rather have my friends to discuss it with. Some are just too sensitive and it's best that I keep it to myself. (btw to the girls reading this, I know some might think that guys have it better but in these matters, I do envy the opposite sex. At least the ladies are quite supportive of their friends... Guys? Not all are that understanding... But who can blame them? It's in our nature to kick our friends when they are down... Right Danial and Wadi? Lol...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is a very complex thing and I don't deny that. Funny how mediocre matters can effect it so much thus effecting the rest of one's body. Praying and reciting the holy Quran helps though... Can't wait to finish and just fly home... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s it's been two weeks since the departure of a good friend from this world to the next. Still seems like it was yesterday. Quoting his last advice to me... "Mooney, kau ni fikir banyak sangat... Kau kena chill dan jadi cool mcm aku...' - The late Taufiq Shariff... He's got it right. Thanks Topeq... You'll be truly missed... Al-Fatihah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciS5GikZ5Jo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciS5GikZ5Jo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4573150734926157265?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4573150734926157265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4573150734926157265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4573150734926157265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4573150734926157265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-blogging.html' title='I feel like blogging...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2156046497924390936</id><published>2010-10-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:46:27.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Close your eyes as you lay on the bed and let your imaginations run wild... Where does it take you? Across the sky and beyond or does it whisper to you of the past? Does your heart beat faster with every thought or do your emotions take control? Just close your eyes and let your mind be. Let the moon sing you a lullaby and the cool breeze engulf your body. Let your heart unveil and let your soul soar...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oekQIgYcwls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oekQIgYcwls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s had a meeting with the doctor today. Let's just hope all is well. InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2156046497924390936?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2156046497924390936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2156046497924390936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2156046497924390936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2156046497924390936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/malam-ku-bermimpi.html' title='Wish...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-8238572411412393503</id><published>2010-10-23T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:02:33.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half empty or half full...</title><content type='html'>What would you say, if one day, you are presented with a glass of water... Not a full glass nor is it empty... You pick up the glass and look at the glass thoroughly... Now comes a friend and ask what do you see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a glass which is half full or half empty? Still remember the old saying that says, look at the glass as half full and not as half empty? Why do people say that? Is a half empty glass necessarily a bad thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life that we know, a small thing like this could actually influence us without us knowing. A half empty glass has its own potential now doesn't it? We are asked to look at the positive side when one says look at it as half full. Don't be pessimistic one says. Being optimistic brings joy and happiness. But how does taking the empty half of a glass as a bad thing a good thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty half of the glass has it's potential. What if the water is too hot and you needed ice? You have to make room for ice, thus a half empty glass. All I'm saying here is, sometimes being a little pessimistic pays off. A little sadness in life doesn't hurt... well maybe a little. But aren't these the little things that teaches you new stuff in life? Lessons that you wouldn't forget in life doesn't come cheap. It always comes with a sacrifice. Now if you take things too positively, these lessons won't mean a thing now would it? Some might disagree so might I suggest a narrative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet a new person. He/She has the greatest smile in the world and was so friendly that you could swear you've known each other for a very long time upon your first meeting. One day, he/she comes up to you and asked you for a loan of RM300. Without any doubt, you give it to them. Up till the time you read this story, not a single cent from that money has been paid to you. Question is, do you still loan any of your new found friends money without a doubt? Doubt here represents the opposite of optimism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half empty or half full, all I could say is, it's still water. Each half has its own potential and to my beloved readers, don't just ignore their potential. With each glass, there will always be a lesson behind them. Ignorance is never bliss. It's down right stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-8238572411412393503?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8238572411412393503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=8238572411412393503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8238572411412393503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8238572411412393503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/half-empty-or-half-full.html' title='Half empty or half full...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-632824153670865227</id><published>2010-10-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:32:19.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The biscuit man...</title><content type='html'>Why do people eat biscuits as snacks? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intelligent: because it gives the body sufficient energy while not being to filling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;average: because its yummy and crunchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb: because you can't drink biscuits... duh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which category are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-632824153670865227?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/632824153670865227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=632824153670865227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/632824153670865227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/632824153670865227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/biscuit-man.html' title='The biscuit man...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5284059454477417253</id><published>2010-10-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:44:12.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasib Kita....</title><content type='html'>Melihat hitam belum tahu di mana hujungnya... &lt;br /&gt;Siang dan malam bezanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ogE3VAryWDw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=de_DE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7712708893485195877?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7712708893485195877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7712708893485195877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7712708893485195877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7712708893485195877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-things.html' title='The two things...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7948928204688413130</id><published>2010-10-18T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:10:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Fact...</title><content type='html'>If you knew that today was your last day alive, would you right all your wrong? Would you do anything it takes to better yourself in hope that you will go in peace? How about the people who wronged you? Would you feel better if you forgive them or letting them regret not being able to obtain your forgiveness? Would you still be at peace if in five hours from now, you are told you are dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Human make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that people seem to only want peace near their deathbed. In times of death alone, that many of us turn to the Almighty, and mirror ourselves, our childhood, our teenage years, our adulthood, our right and wrongs, our sins...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Human make mistakes... God doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we not want to live in peace? God has given us conscience. What do we do with it? Do we chose to ignore it? Belittle it? Why do we wait till the end to grasp our conscience? Is it near death alone that one feels there is a God? Are we truly afraid of Him or are we afraid of our punishments in the after life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Human are always in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between my fears and yours are, the thing that we fear. Are you afraid of death? Are you afraid of punishment? What are you afraid of? How will you face your fear? Death is unavoidable. Punishment? Do you truly regret your sins? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: We will never know what lies ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we know not what is in our future. Dare we still take a chance on our regrets knowing that maybe in 5 hours, we might no longer breathe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7948928204688413130?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7948928204688413130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7948928204688413130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7948928204688413130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7948928204688413130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/human-fact.html' title='The Human Fact...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6755791247611940981</id><published>2010-10-17T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:44:44.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>A friend got hurt today. To whom it may concern, I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be whatever reason, I may have, someone got hurt, and I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just human... and I humbly apologize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6755791247611940981?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6755791247611940981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6755791247611940981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6755791247611940981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6755791247611940981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1829846178633639389</id><published>2010-10-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:04:51.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers in the night....</title><content type='html'>A long silent prayer in the night,&lt;br /&gt;Moment of peace that dwells in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;The beast from within was made to be caged,&lt;br /&gt;A grief that struck oblige not, though in pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that are shut, sense no dark,&lt;br /&gt;A lip sealed tight, speak none of fault,&lt;br /&gt;With ears that hear not, nor are they deaf,&lt;br /&gt;Letting the heart chants, of her sweet serenade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full moon, a thunder or a snowy night,&lt;br /&gt;Glitters of stars that brighten the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Wither they not like flowers in February,&lt;br /&gt;Singing in hope of a day that passed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike not, as darkness is still long,&lt;br /&gt;Say none of plight, for day is yet to come,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and adore but only with the heart,&lt;br /&gt;As these are my only prayers in the night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan (16/10/2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1829846178633639389?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1829846178633639389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1829846178633639389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1829846178633639389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1829846178633639389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayers-in-night.html' title='Prayers in the night....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3758898246143498810</id><published>2010-10-15T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:25:00.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Taufiq Shariff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TLi8yZJTgKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YEho5AnL9yA/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TLi8yZJTgKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YEho5AnL9yA/s320/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528376116526678178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend, a colleague, a mentor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like yesterday, when I think of the last time talked to him. A great guy, fun to be with and very full of life. My dearest friend, Topeq, you will always be missed. Your legacy continues through the knowledge you've left behind. My sincerest condolence to Taufiq Shariff's family and girlfriend. Be strong and continue to cherish the life of this very special guy. We are all very lucky and thankful, at one time or another, to have known Taufiq Shariff, and may Allah bless his soul and place him with the one's that He loves... InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah and may peace be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a dearest friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3758898246143498810?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3758898246143498810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3758898246143498810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3758898246143498810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3758898246143498810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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biru, merah katamu,&lt;br /&gt;Luput dek dunia, masih beza adanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu hendaknya lumrah manusia,&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hati dan jiwa, serasi tidaknya,&lt;br /&gt;Tenang bagiku, kacau buatmu,&lt;br /&gt;Memegang prinsip dipandu terasnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilmu di dada menjadi pedoman,&lt;br /&gt;Benar dan salah berteraskan iman,&lt;br /&gt;Apa imanmu dan apa imanku?&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berbeza harusnya yang satu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertanya sang jiwa pada sang akal,&lt;br /&gt;Bertarung si prinsip mempersoalkan iman,&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah aku atau itu salahmu?&lt;br /&gt;Niat di hati ingin diperjuangkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bezanya kamu dan bezanya aku,&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah lumrah atau iman yang satu,&lt;br /&gt;Berbeza kita pada keinginan,&lt;br /&gt;Salah dan benar itulah pilihan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan (13/10/2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7176131873146448943</id><published>2010-10-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:29:17.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we in life?</title><content type='html'>I was once told when I was a child,&lt;br /&gt;I could be anything I wanted if I just tried,&lt;br /&gt;I work hard and pushed myself to the limit,&lt;br /&gt;I know not the meaning of deterred spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turns to months and months turn to years,&lt;br /&gt;Still restless am I, looking for what I yearn,&lt;br /&gt;In the course of search I soon forget,&lt;br /&gt;Of what's important and what I already have and had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a time in this life of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Something I'll remember forever in time,&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone so close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My life felt so empty as its torn apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights I cried and days I was crestfallen,&lt;br /&gt;I knew no longer this life and its reasons,&lt;br /&gt;In the end what do I have to show for it?&lt;br /&gt;Big houses, sports cars or mountains of gold bricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to God, and finally I found,&lt;br /&gt;A reason to life and everything that's around,&lt;br /&gt;What is it worth all the money that we get?&lt;br /&gt;When a peace of mind is something you don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a test from Him, I think it is so,&lt;br /&gt;People are many and their hearts we won't know,&lt;br /&gt;Be good my friends and work as hard,&lt;br /&gt;Pray to Him and insyaAllah, all will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trust for people, might've depleted,&lt;br /&gt;With cunning talks even sweet deceits,&lt;br /&gt;But to Him, I put my love and trust,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me astray from Your one true path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you found my friend, your purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions in life, what makes you strive?&lt;br /&gt;Cause at the end my friend, dust is still our beds,&lt;br /&gt;And His judgment comes swift may you and I not forget... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7176131873146448943?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7176131873146448943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7176131873146448943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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after Subuh, it's like a habit to me to turn on the monitor and check my emails. Next, i would probably open my facebook page, looking if there's any update... Why? Because I've nothing better to do so early in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I feel that facebook has lost it meaning to me. I used to wake up to a few updates and a msg or two, but now, I'm the one leaving the messages and the updates. I used to wake up with a smile wondering, what is installed for me that morning on the facebook msg application, but its been a long, long time since that last happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiny entry? I know... but who cares? Pretty sure no one does... Sux being unable to be where I really want to be and do what I want to do... All I can do, is but wait... 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Feels like I should be doing something mind blowing before anything else.... Hishhh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2772245121502070061?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2772245121502070061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2772245121502070061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2772245121502070061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2772245121502070061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/duh.html' title='Duh...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3000261935632864981</id><published>2010-10-08T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:11:22.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I too want to live...</title><content type='html'>Mama, why did you forsake me?&lt;br /&gt;Why was I not made part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Are you worried of what others might say?&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I'm just a guilt of your younger days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, why didn't you stop mama?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it you who told her to throw me away?&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid that I wouldn't love you still?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a burden of your youthful sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay there by the bin crying my hearts out,&lt;br /&gt;Why wouldn't anyone listen to my hurting bawl?&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I'm in pain can't anyone see?&lt;br /&gt;This agony I feel, all I can do is but scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ants cover my body and I choke to breath,&lt;br /&gt;My fate was sealed, anyone please help me&lt;br /&gt;My parents they've forsaken Allah and their future looks grim,&lt;br /&gt;How about the rest of you, do you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my body shake for one final time,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold and helpless as I lay down to die,&lt;br /&gt;As I close my eyes for my final sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I wish quietly inside that I too want to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3000261935632864981?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3000261935632864981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3000261935632864981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3000261935632864981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3000261935632864981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-too-want-to-live.html' title='I too want to live...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7774939298805566000</id><published>2010-10-07T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:36:14.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you measure patience and love...</title><content type='html'>One pot of coffee was brewing in the kitchen, which was already filled with the delicious smell of fried noodle. A middle aged woman was standing next to the kitchen cupboard, arranging the plates taken from within it, to later be placed on the dining table. Outside, Mr. Sun has yet to rise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two sons and daughter were still asleep in their bedrooms and her husband, which she was yet to wake was still snoring loudly. She now moves into her bedroom to wake him up, and as he is awaken by her sweet gentle touch, she goes into the childrens' rooms waking every single one of them. Two of them still wouldn't budge, and yet, with patience she told them to wake up to perform the morning prayers and get ready for school. Meanwhile, her husband, was already out of the bathroom and was calling for her and the children for the morning prayers. Lazily, the two woke up and headed towards the bathroom to perform ablution. She too quickly went to the bathroom to prepare for the morning prayers. The husband led them that 'Subuh'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the husband was getting ready for work and the children for school, she was busy ironing their clothes. She herself wasn't prepared yet to go to work but she knows, it is important, that the husband's shirt and slacks were well ironed and the childrens' uniforms, clean and groomed. As she finishes ironing the last of it, the husband was out of the bathroom and she heads in to prepare herself for work. As she was getting ready, the husband and children were already eating their breakfast. Before she left for work, she made sure that the plates were thoroughly cleaned and the remainder of the breakfast was tightly kept in the refrigerator. This was her daily morning routine...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten years later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still doing her daily morning chores as usual. The kids were now teenagers and they were taught to iron their own clothes and wash the dishes after dining. Other than that, the woman still prepared breakfast for them, woke them up, iron her husband's clothes, putting the leftovers into fridge and goes to work. The children? They complained of the little chores that they had to do and what does she tell them? All of you are already old enough, and you need to learn to be independent. She did all these without even raising her voice nor a single frown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five years gone by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children are now in their respective universities. Her husband has passed away 2 years ago. She was all alone in the big house and yet she still woke up early to cook breakfast, and perform her morning prayers. In her prayers, she asks God for forgiveness, ask God to bless her husband's soul, and pray for the success of her children. She then sits alone at the dining table, eating her breakfast while wondering if her children was eating right but more importantly performing their daily prayers and studying... She then goes to work to earn some income which she would later use a little on her daily expenses while the rest goes to the childrens' studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now 70 years of age and her children are all working. She waits patiently everyday by the phone wondering when her children would call. They usually ask her to call them but every time she did, she was put on hold and by the time her children answers, she was told, they couldn't talk long as they were all busy. She smiled when this happened. She praises Allah S.W.T for her children's success but unknown to the rest she was also happy to at least be able to hear her childrens' voices. But as the receiver was placed back onto the phone, she can't help to feel a little lonely and still waiting patiently for the next time she would hear their voices or even better, to see them and her grandchildren... She stares into the air, waiting patiently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved reader, do tell me now, how do you measure patience and love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7774939298805566000?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7774939298805566000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7774939298805566000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7774939298805566000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7774939298805566000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-do-you-measure-patience-and-love.html' title='How do you measure patience and love...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6047533525168054265</id><published>2010-10-06T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T03:02:07.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'gedik' entry...</title><content type='html'>We meet people, get to know them and make our conclusions about them. We are human... Good day beloved readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry in particular is not meant to hurt but rather for one to think it over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some blog 'stalking' and in average of 3 out of 10 (results may differ =P), I usually find single women blogs describing the type of guy they want. First criteria for a muslim lady states, someone who is 'Islamic' in nature, which is indeed a very good criteria. Secondly, someone who is able to help guide them towards God, being he will later be the leader of the family. Also true. Thirdly someone who is loving and caring, with a good sense of humor and able to be a good father to their future children. Other criterias, the likes and dislikes as well as wealth, looks and a few other small indiscretions. Now here is the first catch... How many men out there fit the bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next question would probably be, you want someone to guide you but when you meet that someone, are you ready to be guided? If you see the majority nowdays, we each stand on different principles. If it doesn't benefit us in this world, would we even adhere to it? Some married couples say they feel so chained up, they don't even know why they are married. Leave alone the question of, to whose house should they drive back home for Raya... =) Men sometimes too, are stubborn and unruly I believe. We get carried away with our own ideologies of right and wrong, that we can't seem to tolerate other opinions. As a husband or leader, shouldn't we also be just? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny sometimes to see a married couple, one to be so dominating while the other, like a mouse just hold back and keep the stress bottled up to themselves. If a man were to do so, he is called a dictator and on the other hand, if a woman was the dominator, she will be called queen control. But funny enough, these so called 'independant' women, their top criteria is to find someone to guide them. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even have the chance to argue the other criterias stated in their ideal man list or for some guys they too have the ideal woman list, but just taking the main one, it's arguably enough to say, we ourselves really don't know what we want and what is best for us. True enough, we follow the wants of the majority and think it's the best for us but really? Parents too sometimes think or say they know whats best, but the truth is, the only one who knows whats best for us is Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to matter of the heart (actually all matter that is), I've come to the conclusion that, I can try and work hard on it but in the end, I hope Allah will guide my instinct to the right one. But please don't think that all you need to do is pray and just hope for a miracle as a relationship, whatever relationship that is, you also have to put an effort into it. Communicate and be honest. Change for the better. For guys, before guiding your future wife/wives towards Allah, make sure you also better yourselves first and ladies, don't take men for granted too. Every single thing that each of us do, there must be a reason behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this entry offended anyone, do forgive me as this is not meant to provoke anyone but as reminder to all of you out there and me as well. Any faults or misunderstandings are from the lack of my knowledge and if any good are to come out of this, thank Allah S.W.T for His unlimited knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalammualaikum W.B.T&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6047533525168054265?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6047533525168054265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6047533525168054265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6047533525168054265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6047533525168054265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/gedik-entry.html' title='The &apos;gedik&apos; entry...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2171476331517759511</id><published>2010-10-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:42:38.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the interest of lmp...</title><content type='html'>What's lmp u ask? Love, Power and Money... These are our motivations... guys especially. If its not one its the other... Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make our life more meaningful? To be liked? To feel secure? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel everyday with more and more advance vehicles. Our lifestyle changes every second. Time is money and money is power. With both, we think its easier to find love and keep them by our side like trophies. (unfortunately its true nowadays) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, is life more meaningful that way? We do every single thing possible out there to reach our means. Our aim is pure despite the method. Do we even get a single peace of mind? Are we liked by more and more this way? Do we feel secure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry for people who have others that love him/her but ignore them. I cry for people who are actually good but do things which disapprove their sense of morality. I cry for guys especially for thinking of women as a possession rather than respecting them as a human being and women who take men for granted. Why do we do this things? To make our life meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2171476331517759511?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2171476331517759511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2171476331517759511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2171476331517759511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2171476331517759511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-interest-of-lmp.html' title='In the interest of lmp...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-8315949582380011305</id><published>2010-10-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:30:25.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mummy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TKbfXFt4J3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/T2T2Tdfohlc/s1600/mummy+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TKbfXFt4J3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/T2T2Tdfohlc/s320/mummy+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523347580781078386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my mother's birthday. She'll be turning xx. =) Mana boleh bagitahu... Hehe. Anyway mummy, I just want to wish you a very happy birthday. This year, I'm sorry I can't be back to celebrate your birthday with you, but insyaAllah, next year I'll be the first person up to wish you happy birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thank you, on behalf of the three of us, for everything you have done. We wish you well and lots of happiness in life. Thank you for being our strength and courage when we need it most, thank you for the advices and the reminders, thank you for the prayers but most of all, thank you for being our mummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour. And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say: ‘My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was young’&lt;/span&gt;” - al-Isra’ 17:23-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing, I will continue to pray for the both of you and insyaAllah, my prayers will be heard by Him. May Allah, bless you with a good health and wealth in the near future and may He place you and bapa later in paradise, with the blessed ones. Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Awwir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-8315949582380011305?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8315949582380011305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=8315949582380011305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8315949582380011305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8315949582380011305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mummy...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TKbfXFt4J3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/T2T2Tdfohlc/s72-c/mummy+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7755065603096348585</id><published>2010-10-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:21:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>Being speechless is not really a bad thing unless you are truly guilty and you are trying to hide it from the person asking you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old saying goes: Silence is golden.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mooney, zip your yapper....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7755065603096348585?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7755065603096348585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7755065603096348585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7755065603096348585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7755065603096348585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/10/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3306627885584037373</id><published>2010-09-30T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:07:16.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In laugther and sorrow...</title><content type='html'>Many of us have been seeking the meaning of life. We try so hard to find a reason behind our living in this world. The ups and downs of life, tear us into little pieces, to a certain extend we feel as though we can't live on. For some, they choose to end their lives. SubhanAllah. Some turn insane due to depression while others just give up on living. Most of us say, when it's too much to handle, life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved brothers and sisters. Uncle and aunties. The Almighty has given us all a life in this world and yet have we ever took the opportunity to for once, look upon His blessings? Most of us are given a sound mind to think with. Given eyes to see. Given ears to hear. Given hands and legs to work with. But for once in life, have we ever thanked the Almighty for these blessings? Why do we count our blessings only when its given in the form of materialistic things? Even if you had all the money in the world, would it be enough? What if you don't have the ability to see then? Or perhaps you turn insane just about then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We envy looking at people with more things then we have. Life isn't fair? We look at people smarter than us. Life isn't fair? Some have beautiful looks unlike us. Life isn't fair? And at times we see some with all three or more. Let me guess, life is three times unfair or more? =) Life is fair my beloved brothers and sisters. Allah knows best. Somethings might be good for others while the same, as my friend said, poison to us. Every single one of us are being tested by Allah S.W.T. Be that we are rich or poor. Good looking or not. How much is enough? Are we satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is holding to the 5 pillars of Islam as well as the believe in the 6 Imans. In this particular matter for example, we could look upon our believe in the 6th Iman, which is to believe in Qada' and Qadar. We are asked to to work to achieve success and in the mean time believe in the destiny set upon us by Allah S.W.T. If you feel envious of people with more wealth or more astute, we ask ourselves, have we work hard enough? While these wealthier people work for money, what have we been doing? Or the ones with brains who seems to intimidate us, what can be done to reach their level of genius? Work for wealth and knowledge my beloved friends and at the same time we pray to Him as well. Beseech upon His greatness and knowledge of what's best for us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry not a river if we aren't granted what we prayed for. We might not know, perhaps there is something even better for us in the future. Believe in His knowledge of what's best for us but in the mean time, don't stop trying. Try even harder as He sees all our sacrifice in this world and He is all knowing. He wouldn't burden us with troubles that we aren't able to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life my brothers and sisters, is beautiful. Take the time to count our blessings (even the small ones that we sometimes tend to forget) and be thankful to the Almighty for all He has given us. In laughter and sorrow, always be reminded He is always there with us, and insyaAllah, we will find that life is beautiful and frankly speaking simple. SubhanAllah. Peace be upon all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3306627885584037373?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3306627885584037373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3306627885584037373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3306627885584037373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3306627885584037373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-laugther-and-sorrow.html' title='In laugther and sorrow...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-7689555027938215366</id><published>2010-09-29T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T04:43:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to impose....</title><content type='html'>This entry is going to be hypocritical of me, cause I myself like to impose on others... but recently, a friend of mine asked me, why people like to impose their opinion onto others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I don't know. Well, we further discussed and I found out, there is truly a difference between a comment and a critic. A comment is opposing someone's idea and looking only for the negative part of it. To criticize on the other other hand, is to point out the negative part while suggesting@imposing a different point of view as a solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad actually. There is also a difference between imposing and suggesting. Imposing, is to push your stand towards the other person until he or she surrenders. Suggesting, is to put that point of view out there and let them decide for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, the only reason we love to impose onto others, is the fact of not being able to accept that we are wrong. Our stand is wrong. We hold credit to the fact that, if we are wrong, our whole life must've been wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, a reminder to myself and all of you, as a child and as we grow up, we learn from our mistakes and to know, if its a mistake that we've made, our first step is to admit that we are wrong. I'm just saying, we can continue to impose our ideas onto others or we could be more astute. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-7689555027938215366?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/7689555027938215366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=7689555027938215366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7689555027938215366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/7689555027938215366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-to-impose.html' title='I like to impose....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4293926813000543371</id><published>2010-09-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:22:27.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank...</title><content type='html'>My mind is blank... A sleepless night and a tiring morning have left my mind blank... I can't think straight and everything is but a blur... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution? Sleep I guess... but its not even Maghrib yet and no I don't want to miss my Maghrib. Last time I did that, I had a terrible dream and instead of waking up feeling fresh and ready, I felt sore and dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another solution? Coffee... It wouldn't do me no good. Coffee doesn't have that 'stay awake mooney' effect anymore. Maybe too much of the black stewing brew in my life has finally left a dent in my medula oblongata telling me, no this trick won't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? I'm old and getting older. That's what my body is telling me at least. =P But hey, the good thing is I'm getting wiser... or not. =) Final solution? Update my blog. So congratulations to those reading this entry right now. You've just wasted your time and my gratitude to you for the concern... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you ever wondered why they call the yellow part of an egg a yolk and the white albumen? If you have, you too are getting tired and in need of a rest. So nite2. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I can't stop thinking of this one person. I won't say out his or her name, but if you are able to pull yourself out of my brain, please do. It's getting weird. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4293926813000543371?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4293926813000543371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4293926813000543371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4293926813000543371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4293926813000543371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/blank.html' title='Blank...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5140036737249477569</id><published>2010-09-26T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T04:15:48.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't smile without you...</title><content type='html'>Good day beloved readers. How are all of you today? Hope everything is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, what a week it has been for me. Finally had my weekend which, I shouldn't actually be spending relaxing anyhow. =P Leaving that aside, as I was tossing and turning in bed last night, I was reminded of the people in my life. The special ones, that made my life so wonderful. Thinking of them just makes me happy and glad to have shared part of my life with them. I know not, how to express my gratitude to all of you. My life, wouldn't be the same without all of you and I'm thankful for every single one of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, my expression to all of you can be summed up by this song. It's a little retro but heck, I love this song. So this is to all of you... my gratitude. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="490" height="235"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xG98kdkMHhI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xG98kdkMHhI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="490" height="235"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5140036737249477569?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5140036737249477569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1105180778162254460</id><published>2010-09-22T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:36:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference you and I...</title><content type='html'>The difference you and I,&lt;br /&gt;We speak different languages,&lt;br /&gt;We have different ideas,&lt;br /&gt;We have different principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Our culture,&lt;br /&gt;Our traditions,&lt;br /&gt;Our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Are our status in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Some are born rich,&lt;br /&gt;And some are born poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Are the colour of our skin,&lt;br /&gt;I might be brown,&lt;br /&gt;And you might be another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to say hello,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you say Hi back?&lt;br /&gt;Our cultures might be different,&lt;br /&gt;But don't you enjoy our traditions just the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were taken away of all our riches,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't we all be on a plain level?&lt;br /&gt;And if we were to bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the colour of our blood still red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these are the difference between you and I,&lt;br /&gt;We are not so different at all,&lt;br /&gt;And yet we differentiate one another,&lt;br /&gt;When in the end what really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Is how'd we've lived and how will we be remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan (23/09/10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s do enjoy this music video by Yusuf Islam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fy_mytEQB-Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1105180778162254460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/difference-you-and-i.html' title='The difference you and I...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6949777494762543995</id><published>2010-09-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:43:57.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debts in this materialistic world</title><content type='html'>Assalammualaikum and good day to my beloved family, friends and readers. In today's world, I was once asked, can we even live without any debts to anyone? From bank loans to personal debts among friends and family, many of us are surrounded by financial obligations that we wouldn't know where to even begin to describe them. Yes, before anyone tries to get the wrong impression of the term debt from today's topic, I am here to discuss the issue of financial debts and not personal favors (in debt to someone etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, I would love to say that, we all live in a materialistic world today. Just look around us and we'll see that, people are judged by their clothing, the car they drive, the houses they live in and even up to a certain extend, these rules are being made popular in restaurants, hotels and even shops. People with Calvin Klein's suits, DnG handbags, Rolexs, these people, who drive around in their Porsche and Ferrari are usually considered 'made' nowadays and some envy them and try to portray them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ukur baju di badan sendiri' is the Malay proverb that I would love to quote today, which could be translated as, measure your clothes according to one's size. In this proverb, we are reminded to live within our means. For example, if one earns RM 2500, do live within the budget of RM 2000. Save RM 500 for a rainy day or perhaps for a future investment (which is also an interesting theme which I would love to discuss in a later post). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble arises when one choose to portray otherwise. We buy stuff we don't need, to proof, we are made. We spend unwisely and splurge on stuffs that at the end of the day just sit in our storage or are thrown away. Why do we do these things? Is there anything wrong with living within our means? Why do at the end of the day, we spend more than what we earn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for anyone to obtain credit cards nowadays. Buying stuff on borrowed money is really fun isn't it? You buy first and you pay later. The epidemic about credit cards are, we can't really control ourselves and up to a point, we tend to swipe for everything there is. Have we no control over the Devil's temptations? Oh by the way, I'm really not saying that it's bad to have one, but instead how one uses it. Gun doesn't kill people, the person behind the gun does the killing. If you can't manage a gun without killing anyone, then don't use it. That's all I'm saying. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though one might say it's hard with all of today's demands such as the importance of having a car, a house, marriage, children, entertainment and almost everything else, I would love to ask you to first ask oneself, how do we manage our money? Which are the important ones and which aren't? Do we really need a big house? A sports car? Branded clothing? All I'm saying here is, if we can afford it go ahead. No one is there to stop you but if you can't why not live within your means? Please don't misinterpret me here by saying, living within our means meaning just be happy the way things are and you don't progress further. The Almighty also have asked us (His servants), to work hard and do our very best in life. I'm glad my mother has taught me well. Quoting her, "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awwir... rezeki, jodoh pertemuan, hidup dan mati semua di tangan Dia. But if you want something, there are two things you must do. Berusaha dan berdoa. InsyaAllah dimakbulkan.&lt;/span&gt;". The lesson in life that I would love to share today is actually, live within our means. There is nothing wrong with being frugal as long as you don't be too stingy. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make a difference. =) If I've left out anything, do share your knowledge, in hope we all could learn a thing or two. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios,&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6949777494762543995?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6949777494762543995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6949777494762543995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6949777494762543995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6949777494762543995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/debts-in-this-materialistic-world.html' title='Debts in this materialistic world'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-745018387966390974</id><published>2010-09-20T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T05:20:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One...</title><content type='html'>We are all but a big happy family in this world. Give a smile or two and just say, nice to meet you... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome short film about meeting someone new... Hope all of you enjoy it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6rHIHmvgIk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6rHIHmvgIk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s It's nice to meet you too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-745018387966390974?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/745018387966390974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=745018387966390974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/745018387966390974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/745018387966390974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/one.html' title='One...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-9077477604843447558</id><published>2010-09-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:09:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th...</title><content type='html'>20th already tomorrow... hmmm... why do I even care? Don't look back... just don't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-9077477604843447558?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/9077477604843447558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=9077477604843447558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/9077477604843447558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/9077477604843447558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/20th.html' title='20th...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4027549834727799873</id><published>2010-09-16T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:42:42.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it a wonder?</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short entry for today. I had this conversation with a friend of mine over the political situation back at home. A long conversation actually, which of course I wouldn't want to go into details. The conclusion at the end of our conversation was that we both agreed, that it's time for a change of our political system and end all the corruption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things were of concern. Firstly, how do we really change it? Do we take down the whole system and just rebel for a new system or do we elect somebody honest, to gain control of the whole thing? (the latter might sound a little like dictatorship but we were actually thinking of something like the Romans, where the leader will have advisers, which are of course selected by the people as well, to deny complete control by the head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, how will it actually effect the nation and are we willing to sacrifice for it? How many people out there are truly concerned about Malaysia and not for themselves, and are ready to take the leap of faith? All I'm saying here is that, just look at the issues brought up in our parliament and the ones discussed by our current politicians. Each and every single one of them consist of issues related to one's race and selfishness. Each and every single one of them don't even care what happens to the rest as long as they are to benefit from it. We don't want that anymore. We just want people who are truly concerned of the nation itself and not of their own. Now is anyone ready to make that leap of faith? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a big topic to discuss but discussion is one thing, and finding a solution is the another. I'm guessing there are people out there, whom are truly concerned. If you are one of them, I would truly love to hear out your suggestions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my best wishes to all Malaysians....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4027549834727799873?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4027549834727799873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4027549834727799873' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4027549834727799873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4027549834727799873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/isnt-it-wonder.html' title='Isn&apos;t it a wonder?'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6769610407922649110</id><published>2010-09-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:24:25.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional love</title><content type='html'>Good day my beloved readers, I would like to wish all of you a happy Syawal and raya celebration first of all. Secondly, I am sorry for closing the blog down for a while last time. Had some issues and entries that needed to be sorted out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I would love to narrate to all of you a little story from my childhood days which was brought upon when I watched the movie 'I Am Sam'. Just as a suggestion, if you have yet to watch the movie, go ahead and watch it. It's beautifully done and the storyline, marvelous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that I would love to share with all of you today, is actually a little incident that happened when I was 8 if I remembered correctly. That night, I was having a terrible stomachache and I kept on vomiting involuntarily. It was lucky for me that my parents were still wide awake and considering that I might had foo poisoning, they rushed me to a clinic. Upon seeing the doctor, I was told I had appendicitis. It was late at night and yet, my father drove all the way from Ampang to Petaling Jaya, to have me admitted into the hospital for the removal of my appendix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing about me was, during my childhood, I spent lots of times in the hospital and I remembered my mother telling me, my late father used to say something like this, 'Hang ni awwir, time orang dapat cuti hang masuk hospital.' and he actually has a good reason saying that because, he was the one who was always accompanying me in the hospital room. Sleeping on the couch doesn't even bother him a single bit. His only concern was if I was feeling better or worse. I on the other hand just like the treatment in the hospital. (Awkward right? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the day of the operation. I wasn't at all thinking of the consequences but instead, I was just happy to know, when it's all over, I'll get a few days off school and I'll be at home. As I was about to be taken to the operation room, I saw my mother sobbing in one corner, while my late father was comforting her. If I'm to guess, he was just being strong for her telling her everything would be fine. But, if I were to look carefully, I would truly see the worry and concern in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation went well I assume, cause when I woke up, I see both my parents looking at me smiling. The doctor was there too, and he told me not to put any strain on my body as the stitching was still fresh. When it was removed a few weeks later, I was left with this scar on the lower right torso and it still can be seen until today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I f anyone was to ask me of the scar, I would show it proudly to them, cause to me, its not really a scar. It's a mark of an unconditional love. Thank you Bapa and Mummy for loving me so much. I pray that Allah will be as kind to the both of you, a kindness that I in no way could ever repay. I love you both so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s To my beloved readers, if you are reading this, and if both your parents are still around, give them a hug once you get back home or perhaps just a phone call, asking them how was their day. If they are gone, pray them a prayers or two everyday. It doesn't take long to express your gratitude and love to them if you compare it with the sacrifices they have shown you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6769610407922649110?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6769610407922649110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6769610407922649110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6769610407922649110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6769610407922649110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional love'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-8328138267322051182</id><published>2010-09-09T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:52:40.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In worry or sadness (Du'a Nabi Yunus)</title><content type='html'>لَا إِلَٰهَ إِلَّا أَنْتَ سُبْحَانَكَ إِنِّي كُنْتُ مِنَ الظَّالِمِينَ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak ada Tuhan yang sebenarnya disembah melainkan engkau, ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;Maha Suci engkau, sesungguhnya aku adalah dari orang yang membuat zalim."&lt;br /&gt;SURAH AL-ANBIYAK(21):87 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sadness and worry, do recite this prayer. Ask Allah S.W.T for His help and believe in Him. He, who created every living things small and big. Be modest and humble, for He knows best. The pain and suffering that we feel, is no more than, we torturing ourselves. Ask for His forgiveness for all our sins, small and big, the known and unknown. InsyaAllah, Allah will be our guide in the tough times and the good as well. Amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-8328138267322051182?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8328138267322051182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=8328138267322051182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8328138267322051182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8328138267322051182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-worry-or-sadness-dua-nabi-yunus.html' title='In worry or sadness (Du&apos;a Nabi Yunus)'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3952797898901537368</id><published>2010-09-04T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:29:40.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Advice for the Wise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TIJXso1PoVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/G0H9WfuuN8Y/s1600/raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TIJXso1PoVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/G0H9WfuuN8Y/s400/raya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513065318241509714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Aidilfitri to all my family members and friends. It's been a very meaningful year so far, and I'm really glad to Allah S.W.T, that I am blessed with such kind and beautiful people around me to celebrate Aidilfitri. I'm thankful to Him, for the opportunity to celebrate the Holy month of Ramadhan, alhamdulillah at the moment with success and insyaAllahthe Aidilfitri celebration as well. Though it will be far apart from all of you in Malaysia, do be reminded that you are all in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family, my mother Hashimah bt. Abd Karim, my brothers, Ahmad Rezal Khan and Muhammad Hafeez Khan, my new sister in law, Nuraini, my soon to be nephew, which till now, I don't know the name yet, and beloved relatives, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri from Germany and do remember me while you all are eating the rendang and lemang. InsyaAllah, I will be celebrating it with all of you next year. I would also like to wish Maaf Zahir dan Batin, especially to my mom, for all the troubles I've caused and for unable to help out that much in time of need. InsyaAllah, by next year, all that would've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved friends and readers, Salam Aidilfitri to all of you and of course a word of advice do share the kindness and love that you all have shown me with the rest of the world but most importantly to your love ones. A word of the wise, you'll never know how much you love someone, until he or she has left or passed away. Don't leave any regrets in your life and live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincerest apologies to those I've wronged and my hope is that all of you could forgive me for all my terrible deeds against you all. We are not perfect after all and as they say, it takes a great man to apologize but an even bigger man to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar I wish you all Salam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3952797898901537368?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3952797898901537368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3952797898901537368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3952797898901537368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3952797898901537368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/09/advice-for-wise.html' title='An Advice for the Wise...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/TIJXso1PoVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/G0H9WfuuN8Y/s72-c/raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-561697967994593108</id><published>2010-08-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:20:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be next....</title><content type='html'>Imagine the stage is set...&lt;br /&gt;Lights... Camera... Rolling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show Ladies and Gentlemen... Now it is not often that we have the opportunity to see a history in the making, but today we are honored to see the crowning of the first ever 'Jejaka Malaya Terunggul'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, after a gruesome 10 weeks of various challenges and in competition with 20 other contestants, we are proud to present to you today the 2 finalists of this show. Before we continue any further, here is a short montage of our two finalists... roll camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montage 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalammualaikum. Saya Muhammad Saiful Bakar dari Kluang Johor. Pemegang ijazah sarjana muda dalam bidang kejuruteraan mekanikal dari Universiti Putera Malaysia. Umur 25 tahun dan masih bujang. Sejak dari kecil lagi, ibubapa saya telah mendidik saya untuk menjadi seorang pemuda yang berhemah dan bersopan santun. Alhamdulillah sehingga sekarang, didikan mereka itu masih saya pegang teguh dan tujuan saya memasuki program ini adalah untuk membuktikan, masih wujud lelaki malaya yang berpegang teguh pada adat resam dan budaya kita, agar dapat dijadikan contoh untuk generasi yang akan datang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montage 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalammualaikum. Saya Dr. Ahmad Zafri Arshad dari Kuala Lumpur. Sekarang saya bekerja di Hospital Ampang Puteri dan telah menamatkan pelajaran saya di Royal College of Surgeon Ireland. Prinsip hidup saya sejak dari bangku sekolah lagi adalah untuk tidak mudah putus asa dan berbakti kepada negara. Tujuan saya mendaftar dalam program ini adalah untuk membuktikan kepada graduan-graduan luar negara yang enggan pulang ke tanah air, bahawa Malaysia adalah satu negara yang berwawasan dan berpotensi untuk bersaing dengan negara-negara besar lain. Harapan saya pada mereka, pulanglah dan marilah bersama-sama kita membangunkan Malaysia ke arah kecemerlangan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you  go ladies and gentlemen. Strong yet moving words from both our finalists. So are we ready to begin? Welcome to the final stage of 'Jejaka malaya Terunggul'.... (wait for applause).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Now without further delay, let us invite our two contestants onto the stage... (applause). Okay Saiful and Zafri. This final round will be divided into three categories. The first is the a lightning round of question and answer about Malaysia. Second is a talent competition whereby each of you are requested to perform a cultural talent, where it could be a traditional dance or playing a traditional music instrument or something in that area, which I believe both of you have a rough idea what you will be doing? And of course the final round which is a debate in which three questions will be asked and you will both need to voice out your opinion... So let the round one begin...&lt;br /&gt;....................................&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: So here we are at the final round. Listen carefully the two of you. You will each have 10 mins. to answer the three questions. Here are the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) If you were the Prime Minister of this country, what steps would you take as its leader, to overcome the racism issues that has been hindering our country from progressing further?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) As both a malay as well as a Malaysian, which of the two do you prioritize first and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Do we really need these type of television shows to show us how much we should love our country and why?&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very unorthodox entry for me, but sometimes we just need to see things in a different perspective. To my malay friends, please do answer all three questions and to the rest of you, just ponder upon question a and b. We are who we choose to be, and I don't think that different races nor religions will deter the growth of Malaysia as long as we stand as one, united. Its funny when one brings up the issue for racism cause in my school days, it didn't even existed. Look really deep inside and make a change beloved readers. One person can't change the whole system, but one can always change oneself. We are the system, and if each of us change for the better, I don't think a better future is impossible. So I stand here today, wishing all Malaysians, salam merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Wouldn't it be funny if the television show above had this as the theme music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQkGbxzlWZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQkGbxzlWZg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh and the names above has nothing to do with anyone alive or dead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-561697967994593108?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/561697967994593108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=561697967994593108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/561697967994593108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/561697967994593108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-will-be-next.html' title='Who will be next....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1755805407316467097</id><published>2010-08-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:33:22.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Perantau Malam</title><content type='html'>Inilah kisah si perantau malam,&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan berseorangan mencari siang,&lt;br /&gt;Kaki tak terhenti menerpa kegelapan,&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun tersadung dek akar dan ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai dikau si perantau malam,&lt;br /&gt;Yang melangkah menentang kedinginan,&lt;br /&gt;Menemanimu hanyalah kicauan sang sepi,&lt;br /&gt;Dan api lilin yang kian malap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetap kau gagahkan wahai si perantau malam,&lt;br /&gt;Dan masih bisa kau mengukir senyuman,&lt;br /&gt;Kerna bisik hatimu bulan tetap bersama,&lt;br /&gt;Memberi semangat yang kian pudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumpuh jiwamu si perantau malam,&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala hilang nur bulan dibalik awan,&lt;br /&gt;Bagai kehilangan teman berbicara,&lt;br /&gt;Dan tercabut darimu separuh nyawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhai si perantau malam,&lt;br /&gt;Kukuhkan inginmu,&lt;br /&gt;Bangunlah dari kekecewaan,&lt;br /&gt;Kerna sang mentari bakal menjelma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya akulah si perantau malam,&lt;br /&gt;Mencari pagi yang bakal datang,&lt;br /&gt;Namun dalam perjalananku,&lt;br /&gt;Aku kehilangan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan (28/08/2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1755805407316467097?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-4852206875965971014</id><published>2010-08-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:01:24.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Mohamad Faiz Taufik</title><content type='html'>A dear friend passed away today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohamad Faiz Taufik, I'm sorry I was unable to visit you in Malaysia... My condolences to the family members especially my two friends Wadi and Dawa... Let us all pray that he'll be placed among the people that he loves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Allah we come and to Him we return... It's a promise that Allah made to everyone in this world, we will all die. When, how and where, we can never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To us the living, we tend to chase worldly possessions and we tend to forget Him. Always be reminded, We are... when He says we are. Without His permission, none is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things we should take into mind and be thankful to Him for the blessings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our health before we become sick&lt;br /&gt;Our youth before we get old&lt;br /&gt;Our wealth before we become poor&lt;br /&gt;Our leisure before we become busy&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;Our life before comes our death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us the living, let us pray for the ones before us and may Allah blessed them until the day we are all united once more... Al-Fatihah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-4852206875965971014?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/4852206875965971014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=4852206875965971014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4852206875965971014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/4852206875965971014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/08/tribute-to-mohamad-faiz-taufik.html' title='Tribute to Mohamad Faiz Taufik'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-1914242942751817876</id><published>2010-07-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:40:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 6 years...</title><content type='html'>After 6 years of facing exams in Germany, its finally coming to an end. Next sem i'll be doing my thesis and by feb, i'll be graduating with the title MSc in mechatronics... yeeeehaaaaa.... alhamdulillah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-1914242942751817876?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/1914242942751817876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=1914242942751817876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1914242942751817876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/1914242942751817876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-6-years.html' title='After 6 years...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5414519353850333488</id><published>2010-06-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:54:48.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She is my world....</title><content type='html'>She is my strength,&lt;br /&gt;She is my courage,&lt;br /&gt;She is my knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;She is my light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cry, she is there,&lt;br /&gt;When I smile, she's still there,&lt;br /&gt;When I worry, she gives me comfort,&lt;br /&gt;In my ups and downs she'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my darkest hour I pray to Him,&lt;br /&gt;Let her get well, let her be happy,&lt;br /&gt;My life is nothing without her by my side,&lt;br /&gt;My strength, my courage, my knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;But most of all... my light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your son...&lt;br /&gt;Awwir....&lt;br /&gt;p.s get well soon mummy. Though I can't be there, I'm praying for you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5414519353850333488?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/5414519353850333488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=5414519353850333488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5414519353850333488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/5414519353850333488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-is-my-world.html' title='She is my world....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6727224085502856957</id><published>2010-06-18T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T01:44:53.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day... "Simpsons S13 E21"</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="The_Frying_Game_.5B13.21.5D"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_Electra" class="extiw" title="w:Carmen Electra"&gt;Carmen Electra&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; My face  is up here, Homer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer_Simpson" class="extiw" title="w:Homer Simpson"&gt;Homer&lt;/a&gt;: (looking at  Carmen's breasts) I've made my choice.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6727224085502856957?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6727224085502856957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6727224085502856957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6727224085502856957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6727224085502856957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day-simpsons-s13-e21.html' title='Quote of the day... &quot;Simpsons S13 E21&quot;'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-8116326424535391006</id><published>2010-05-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:01:03.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...*wink*</title><content type='html'>Someone once said to me, "Wink your eyes once, when a cat looks directly at you, to tell the cat, that you love him or her." So instead of saying that to everyone who is reading this, I'd just like to *wink*... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Will be updating, once I have the time... Sorry peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-8116326424535391006?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/8116326424535391006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=8116326424535391006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8116326424535391006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/8116326424535391006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/05/quote-of-daywink.html' title='Quote of the day...*wink*'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-3499447724282217072</id><published>2010-03-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:12:08.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's something about the music...</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated my blog for quite some time now. So sorry guys. Been really busy. This entry would just be a short one if you all don't mind. Just wanted to share this song with my beloved readers cause something about the rhythm and vibe of this particular song, just makes me feel good every time i listen to it. Hope you'd all enjoy it as much as I do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWfnyBRUwD0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWfnyBRUwD0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-3499447724282217072?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/3499447724282217072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=3499447724282217072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3499447724282217072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/3499447724282217072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-something-about-music.html' title='It&apos;s something about the music...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-6734954652018301423</id><published>2010-03-06T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:52:56.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shall see... Tis' the season of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Season of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tis' the season of love,&lt;br /&gt;When the birds chirp and sing,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon shines with glee,&lt;br /&gt;While romance roam the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' the season of love,&lt;br /&gt;With couples walking hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the gleam of a stary night,&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration of heavenly delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' the season of love,&lt;br /&gt;As rings are traded from one to the other,&lt;br /&gt;And voices of the heart are written in vows,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bells to announce to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' the season of love,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting together as the sun sets,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing moments in life they'd shared,&lt;br /&gt;For all but none knew the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Tis' and shall always be the season of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s dedicated to my family and friends, the ones in love, engaged and married. May love shines the path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-6734954652018301423?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/6734954652018301423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=6734954652018301423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6734954652018301423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/6734954652018301423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/03/thou-shall-see-tis-season-of-love.html' title='Thou shall see... Tis&apos; the season of love'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-5319442177752215998</id><published>2010-02-16T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:05:00.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they say...my name is 'Khan'</title><content type='html'>First of all, no, this entry is not a review nor a synopsis of the new Shah Rukh Khan movie but rather a journey to my past. At times, I laugh out loud, as I ponder of my childhood days. Just recently, in my path down memory lane, I rediscover the joy of watching Hindustan movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it might not be 'man'ly of me to admit that I was mesmerized by the movies, my whole life has been influenced by it. I still remember those Saturday afternoons, when my father would call upon us to bring my mother a pail, as she would sit in front of the television, watching those hindustani flicks while pouring her eyes out... (this was one of my late father's sense of humour, as he would say, if my mom sat there long enough crying, the pail would actuall be filled up with her tears.) Though it seems hypocritic of me to provoke my mom of her love for these 3 hours long films, when I actually do enjoy some of them, it became more than a weekly routine that would make the whole family laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my fondest memories lies in movies such as 'Haathi Mri Saathi' (a movie about a boy who grew up with the companion of his beloved elephant and the bond that ties a friendship between human and animal. The tragic end of this movie sent tears rolling down my eyes.) and of course 'Amar, Akbar, Anthony'. (this film tells of a story of three brothers, who were seperated during their childhood and was brought up in three different religions. The story unfolds quite interestingly where all three of them are somehow entangled in an everyday occurance without knowing they were somehow related. A particularly touching moment was at the beginning of the movie where it showed all three of them, all grown up, unknowingly donated blood to their blind mother, who lost a lot of blood in an accident. Under a series of events, they were finally reunited as a family and their loved ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I grew up, names like Amitabh Bachchan, Rishi Kapoor, Shah Rukh Khan, Aishwarya Rai, Preity Zinta and Salman Khan continues to color my everyday life. New movies like Kabhi Khushi Khabie Gham, Mohabbatein and the ever special Kal Ho Na Ho, also play an important part as I look upon life in a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to ask, why my mother held these movies so dear to her, and it might just be just a hit in the wind to assume this, but maybe the way how the story is told, filled with family values and love, makes it hard not to relate it to her role as a mother. A strong woman, who is stern towards her children but beneath it all lies a loving and caring person. Whatever the reason might be, I hope she won't be offended if I was to tease her about watching Hindustan movies, cause to me it's a part of the family laughter that was left to us, the children, by our late father. To both of you, my derest parents, I love you both very much. (Mummy, hope you enjoy the youtube link that I post beneath. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYEM7rgVpP8&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYEM7rgVpP8&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-5319442177752215998?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-2210583183417440828</id><published>2010-02-11T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T05:44:16.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalimah Sang Satria</title><content type='html'>Di kala ku bersendiri,&lt;br /&gt;Entah Mengapa senyuman tersisip di bibir,&lt;br /&gt;Terkenangkan hari yang mendatang,&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan pagi baru menerbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jikala pungguk rindukan bulan,&lt;br /&gt;Aku pula resah menantikan sang mentari,&lt;br /&gt;Menyambut kehadirannya bak laksmana purba,&lt;br /&gt;Kemunculan sang pendekar mencabar jatidiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekuda disusun dengan tertib,&lt;br /&gt;Tangan diangkat menjunjung ke langit,&lt;br /&gt;Berkat sabar meniti hari,&lt;br /&gt;Restu ibu jua tersemat di sanubari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerih si suria mula terasa,&lt;br /&gt;Perih dan payah menyiksa di jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;Taktala si pendekar api mempamirkan taringnya,&lt;br /&gt;Tangkas ku tepis segala menimpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah demi langkah tapak ku hulur,&lt;br /&gt;Ke hujung dunia ingin dituju,&lt;br /&gt;Biar penat membasahi keringat,&lt;br /&gt;Bukti azam yang kuat tersemat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangis dan tawa menemani perjuangan,&lt;br /&gt;Noktahnya bila, sukar untuk ku duga,&lt;br /&gt;Namun ayunan kaki tetap ku perkuat,&lt;br /&gt;Selagi masih ada ufuk merah nun jauh disana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oleh Munawwir Khan Bin Yusoff Khan (06/02/2010)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-2210583183417440828?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/2210583183417440828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=2210583183417440828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2210583183417440828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/2210583183417440828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/02/kalimah-sang-satria.html' title='Kalimah Sang Satria'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-116070901515095830</id><published>2010-02-06T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:01:19.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my birthday....</title><content type='html'>Was in form 4, looking ten years back... and wow how time flies...&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to thank all the well wishers and may the coming years be great to all of you as well. Secondly, my love to mummy and bapa. Thank you for the endless hours of both your love and care that made me the person I am today. Praise be to the Almighty God, may He look upon both of you with much care as how I've been shown growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always been my ritual on the eve of my birthday, just before sleeping, to take some time and ponder the journey that has been. This year, I tried to recollect the memories from my secondary school years and I believe it was in form 4 that I finally decided to study Mechatronics engineering. Why some might ask? Well, that is a story for another day. The fact that I mention this particular story is to relate what I was thinking about last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I was optimistic back then, that I would've started working at the age of 23 and at the age of 26 which I am right now, I would have held a much greater post and earned at least 5 to 6k per month. Though some might think, the possibility of me earning that much in such short time is like finding a needle in a hay stack, I knew somehow that I have what it takes to make that dream possible. Returning to the present, it saddens me a little that I'm neither earning 5 to 6k nor have I even started working. Truth is, its not the figure nor the years that I spent to study that really troubles me but rather the guilt of not being able to be there in Malaysia to help out my family especially during these really trying times. (Have you ever heard of the term 'menangis di mata orang nampak, menangis di hati siapa tahu?'. Well thats exactly how I'm feeling on my 26th birthday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess thats life in a nutshell. If you get your hopes up to high, it'll come crashing down and get stepped upon. But who cares really? Why do you even expect people to understand how you feel? Some people might but what can they do really? After 25 years living on this so called earth, I vote the term, no one's an island unusable because deep inside, everyone's an island. We choose not to believe it but the term helping others really doesn't exist does it? You and you alone will be first in the priority hierachy calculations. But thats normal I guess. We are all human after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mooney, Happy 26th birthday and congratulations... because we are all human after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjF1bG5LUcs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjF1bG5LUcs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-116070901515095830?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/116070901515095830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=116070901515095830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/116070901515095830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/116070901515095830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-my-birthday.html' title='On my birthday....'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5196792926055587397.post-484594269465981058</id><published>2010-01-25T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:35:40.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku Bukan Aku... the new upcoming band Tilu...</title><content type='html'>What happens when I'm tired of studying? Well, there's the net for me to look for new things and I recently read bout this new upcoming Nu-Jazz band... Tilu. Superb first single and superb voice. Thats all you need in a song really. Lets just hope this band comes up with more good songs like this and I hope you'd all enjoy it as much as I do. If anyone from Tilu is reading this, thank you for the music. You guys really made my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqmFpWfbKaQ&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqmFpWfbKaQ&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5196792926055587397-484594269465981058?l=munawwirkhan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/feeds/484594269465981058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5196792926055587397&amp;postID=484594269465981058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/484594269465981058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5196792926055587397/posts/default/484594269465981058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://munawwirkhan.blogspot.com/2010/01/ku-bukan-aku-new-upcoming-band-tilu.html' title='Ku Bukan Aku... the new upcoming band Tilu...'/><author><name>Munawwir Khan @ Mooney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821138015858711706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73cI8m1n6bM/SmkL2uGfETI/AAAAAAAAAMI/L1cbfR-ZUBA/S220/Head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
