<?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-8676931008124396165</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:51:05.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ada cerita</title><subtitle type='html'>mari dengar atuk bercerita</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>orang baik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874987519407453866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hNUml_Oy-KI/SEkf6J7L8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kGwRrqTgnCU/S220/torres.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676931008124396165.post-2484020650622394084</id><published>2009-10-10T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:44:16.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUH!!!</title><content type='html'>OUH!!! Da lame x post blog...drpada Januari.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ak post ny pon sbab bosan kot.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xde mende nk bwat...OUH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha...itu saje daripada saye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tq...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676931008124396165-2484020650622394084?l=budak-bermoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2484020650622394084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676931008124396165&amp;postID=2484020650622394084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/2484020650622394084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/2484020650622394084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/2009/10/ouh.html' title='OUH!!!'/><author><name>orang baik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874987519407453866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hNUml_Oy-KI/SEkf6J7L8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kGwRrqTgnCU/S220/torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676931008124396165.post-5828319759246770740</id><published>2009-01-11T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:01:49.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desert flower in the valley</title><content type='html'>Actually,this story is not about desert or flower..it's nt have any reltionshp with da title...&lt;div&gt;once again,please think positve while read this story because it's a positive story k...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once upon a time, there was a married couple who had tried to get a child but they not afford to get one....for secret reason of course...and then a doctor advised them to use other's man's "seed" to get a child.....they agreed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they went to the hospital and the wife had chose a man to be  donor....the husband went  to buy a coffee.....he said to hs wife...."don't worry, in any minute the donor will come to you k....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly a man &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is a baby photoghraphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; with a briefcase came in...he said.."Good mornin mam.My name is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;.I come to....uhuk..uhuk....ehemmmm......."he didn't finished his sentence due to his cough...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wife said.."oh finally you come...i've been waiting for a long time..."with happy face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"is that true??"XXX ask confusely..."it's good then...i've also made a lot of special-look baby...I mean...."while he talked,the wife intercept his words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh I know.that's why my hubby and I depending on u now...."the wife said with full of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"please come in and take a seat"....then XXX came in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wfe ask,"how can we start our plan?"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX then said.."leave it to me, mam..Usually, i made it in the bath tub,  sometime on the bed..and for some occasions i'll just  did it on the floor...That way is quiet exciting...I'm sure you'll like it..yeah..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife shocked..."bathtub?floor???oh, no wonder it aint workin to me and my hubby.we usually just did it on the bed...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX continued..."The chance to get the best is not 100%....but if we varies our positions..and if i try to shoot from several psitions,for guarantee, u'll like the result."the wife stunted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX said more.."Mam, in my job, one party have to take some time...I like to do inside and outside....I'm sure u dont like it right...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no,no...its okayyy wth me..."the wife claimed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX took out several baby's pic from his briefcase...He showed one of them to the wife...."this was made on the bus...he's really cute rite..."said XXX proudly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wife shocked..."whut??on the bus???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX showed one more pic....."this twins was unpredicted result...because it's hard to co-operate with their mom...u know..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wife confused..."hard to cooperate?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;XXX continued his words..."yeah....it's so hard that I forced to do it in the park...public park...everyone was watching us....to see what we were doing clearly...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; the wife shocked again.."in the park???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;XXX said"yeah....we had to take about three hour to finish...besides, the mom also screamin and noisy...I cannot concentrate at that time....and then came the squirrels disturbin me..u know...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the wife stunted.."what?so the squirrels playin with your "instrument"??"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;XXX continued..."yup...but it's still functionin now....I still can use it...so,lets start....I'll use tripod ok...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the wife asked"tripod??for whut??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;XXX said..."owh,i need it to support my "instrument" as it is big and heavy.....you know...somethin like that..."he smiled...... than the wife fainted immediately..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XXX shocked...."why she faints???I just want to take her picture......." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676931008124396165-5828319759246770740?l=budak-bermoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hNUml_Oy-KI/SEkf6J7L8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kGwRrqTgnCU/S220/torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676931008124396165.post-4478590183597266052</id><published>2008-11-14T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:58:32.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teka-teki dewasa</title><content type='html'>maybe u all dah penah dgr teka teki ny...&lt;div&gt;xpe... kte revise balik buat iktibar....ok....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau korg pke negative xpe..mmg lumrah manusia.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) what is the thing, start with '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;' and over with '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;'..we sometime really want it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if we don't have it...and we are very desperate..we will cope our desire with our hand....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)one naughty boy are trying to put somethin into a hole..and he try...and try...and still cannot penetrate.....then a woman come to help by lick and lick...and then it ia easier for him to penetrate....guess what he has done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) whut r a thing...bile we all masukkan...ianya akan menjadi tegak dan tegang..in english it become very tight...however when we all keluarkan je, it relax (kendur)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)one old man trying to put a "stick" belong to him between two "paha"...then suddenly keluar water yg pekat....ape yg old man 2 tgh buwat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)what r a thing..a boy's thing...that when he sleep..'it' will wake up....and when he wake up ,'it' will sleep...for some extent..'it' will wake up even though the boy is wake up..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)what thing that have a hole..a man try to put his lovely finger into it but it refuse...he trying again and and finally his finger can enter deep into the golden hole....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok time's out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let check the answers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SULIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SKEMA JAWAPAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEKA-TEKI DEWASA KERTAS SATU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lima Belas Minit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) FORK ..if we have no fork we use our hand to cope our eat desire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2)the naughty boy are trying to put a thread into a needle's hole..he can't do it...so a woman that    is his mom help him by licking the thread for him...then he can do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3)sock (stoking also acceptable)...when we wear it into our leg...it become tight and tegang...but     when we pull it out of our leg...it will  relax (kendur) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4)the old man are putting a sugarcane stick into a sugarcane machine (that look like tho 'paha') to make sugarcane juice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5)of course leg...sometime we can raise our leg on purpose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6)ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676931008124396165-4478590183597266052?l=budak-bermoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4478590183597266052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676931008124396165&amp;postID=4478590183597266052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/4478590183597266052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/4478590183597266052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/teka-teki-dewasa.html' title='teka-teki dewasa'/><author><name>orang baik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874987519407453866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hNUml_Oy-KI/SEkf6J7L8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kGwRrqTgnCU/S220/torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676931008124396165.post-8446034998931863896</id><published>2008-11-10T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:03:21.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita hantu 14 - part 2</title><content type='html'>ally menjenguk ke luar tingkap.....bru sbentr td dy mndengar suara mmangilnye.....&lt;br /&gt;suara i2 suara wanita....."ahhh, pasti zhafiah nak kenakan ak ny"....dengus ally sndirian.....&lt;br /&gt;dy pn mneruskan kegiatannye yg terhenti sebentar td.... dy sbnarnye sdg m******* (jgn pke negtive, ally bdak bek).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.....dy sdah pnat......ally terbaring kepenatan.....kali ini tdak lme...setengah minit je...mmg lmah stamina...dy ptut minum powerr root....sdah tiga kali dy repeat.....mmng x lpas.....dy dari tadi cbe untuk berdiri sebelah kaki.....tapi ssah baginye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba kedengaran lagi suara wanita....&lt;br /&gt;"ally...ally......".&lt;br /&gt;ally naik marah.....&lt;br /&gt;"woi zhafiah....ko jgn men2 ngn ak...lessingg kang bru ko tw....".....&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 telefon nye berdering...zhafiah yang mmbuat panggilan...&lt;br /&gt;"helo ally..ak skang kt as-safas, ko nk psan ape2 x?"&lt;br /&gt;darah ally berdiri tegak....dy trpinga2...jikalau zafiah berada di as-safas, suara spe yg mmnggilnye sbntar td?.....&lt;br /&gt;"x nak ape2 bubye"..ally trus ltak henpon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dy smakin risau....satunye sbab sok test kalkulusus.....&lt;br /&gt;tpi suare td lbih merisaukannye....dy pn mnutup tlinganya dgn bantal......&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 terasa getaran di tangannye...seperti diurut....&lt;br /&gt;kedengaran lagi suara mmangilnye...&lt;br /&gt;"ally...ally...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dy pon mnjerit!!! "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;zaziah meluru kedalam bilik ally dan bertanya " kau kenapaa??"&lt;br /&gt;ally jawab..ade suare misteri...&lt;br /&gt;zaziah pon berkata..."apa masalah kau?2 kan nada dering mesej ko...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676931008124396165-8446034998931863896?l=budak-bermoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8446034998931863896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676931008124396165&amp;postID=8446034998931863896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/8446034998931863896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/8446034998931863896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/2008/11/cerita-hantu-14-part-2.html' title='cerita hantu 14 - part 2'/><author><name>orang baik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874987519407453866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hNUml_Oy-KI/SEkf6J7L8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kGwRrqTgnCU/S220/torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8676931008124396165.post-727456764978923442</id><published>2008-10-10T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:40:46.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CeriTA hanTU 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jangan pandang belakang ketika anda membaca cerita ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cerita hantu rumah 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cerita ini berkisarkan saorg budak yang alim bernama aly (mungn bkn nme sbenar). Aly tggl di sebuah rmah bernombor 14.rmah trsbot ade 3 tgkt.bliau tggl di tgkat ketiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceritanya bermula pde suatu mlm di bln oktober di kala mnusia sdg bergumbira mnymbut hari rye...aly duk dlm blknye berseorngan tatkala roomatenye, shahirah dan aminah (bukan nme dalam i/c) sedang bershalat di tgkt bwh. beliau pn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loitering &lt;/span&gt;berseorngan smbl berbalas pesanan ringkas sms bersama adindanye yg dicintai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIBA-TIBA beliau merasakan ade yg melihat beliau.bliau berpaling ke belakang.tiada apa2 walhal bru sekejap tadi bliau rse lain mcm.lalu untuk lbey sedap dan rangup hati beliau,(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penat r gne beliau, gne dia lak r&lt;/span&gt;) die pn trus mnuju ke arah lptop aminah lalu mla melayari dunia tanpa sempadan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ketika dy surf intrnet, dia pn mmbuka blogger.com di mne beliau ske mmbace cerita org len seperti kisah khidupan dan cerita jiwang.semasa itu hati dy msih x tnteram.lalu dy mla mmbuka lngkah mmbuka laman yg x ptut dibace org brumur18 tahun ke bawah.haaaa ny yg bes nih...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ktika sdg asyik melayari lamn trsebot, tba2 ade trase org mencuit bhunye.tpi prinsip dy jgn pndang belakang mmbuat dy x pandang belakang.cuitan itu menjadi belaian kasih sayang.dy pon tergoda dgn belaian itu lalu pandang blkang.akhirnye beliau nmpak hantu...tamat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: jgn tgk mende x elok sambil tgk belakang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8676931008124396165-727456764978923442?l=budak-bermoral.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/feeds/727456764978923442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8676931008124396165&amp;postID=727456764978923442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/727456764978923442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8676931008124396165/posts/default/727456764978923442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://budak-bermoral.blogspot.com/2008/10/cerita-hantu-14.html' title='CeriTA hanTU 14'/><author><name>orang baik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874987519407453866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hNUml_Oy-KI/SEkf6J7L8BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kGwRrqTgnCU/S220/torres.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
