<?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-8322956347133815501</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:15:00.589-08:00</updated><category term='potong'/><category term='Ayam'/><category term='Amie'/><category term='frog'/><category term='engineer'/><category term='Penyapu'/><category term='Amat'/><category term='Johan'/><category term='Duit'/><category term='minister'/><category term='kiss me'/><category term='male'/><category term='Annie Wan'/><category term='Pekerja'/><category term='paparazi'/><category term='Perempuan'/><category term='anda'/><category term='adik'/><category term='boy'/><category term='sex'/><category term='housewife'/><category term='Budin'/><category term='Durian'/><category term='Grandpa'/><category term='weeks'/><category term='computer'/><category term='girl'/><category term='aiskrim'/><category term='Yasmin'/><category term='bed'/><category term='epal'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Sayang'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Isteri'/><category term='Telinga'/><category term='couple'/><category term='car'/><category term='Father'/><category term='Jantung'/><category term='Chimpeng'/><category term='female'/><category term='Ketam'/><category term='she'/><category term='princess'/><category term='apek'/><category term='Kodok'/><category term='proton saga'/><category term='Pak Pandir'/><category term='Young Man'/><category term='Someone'/><category term='Kilang'/><category term='makcik'/><category term='Doktor'/><category term='wife'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Polis'/><category term='cikgu'/><category term='Air'/><category term='Boss'/><category term='Lelaki'/><category term='rich man'/><category term='Kisah'/><category term='pocket'/><category term='macho'/><category term='photographer'/><category term='ali'/><category term='Citer'/><category term='10 biji'/><category term='Opertator'/><category term='Abu'/><category term='Mouse'/><category term='Lawak'/><category term='Farmer'/><category term='Bangsar'/><category term='Speak English'/><category term='husband'/><category term='Caller'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='Sakit'/><category term='Saya'/><category term='answer'/><category term='anyone'/><category term='money'/><category term='Suami'/><title type='text'>Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>Funny Pictures, Flash Movies and more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-9212094168748071327</id><published>2009-05-05T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:50:03.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Conversation between Husband and Wife</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the Wife looks over at him and asks the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I'd get married again. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would you give her my jewelry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, I'm sure she'd want her own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: -- silence --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: "sheet.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-9212094168748071327?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/9212094168748071327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=9212094168748071327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/9212094168748071327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/9212094168748071327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversation-between-husband-and-wife.html' title='Conversation between Husband and Wife'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-4094092554590088886</id><published>2009-04-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:34:07.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 biji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epal'/><title type='text'>Amat, Abu dan Budin &amp; Buah??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amat, Abu dan Budin tersesat di dalam hutan sewaktu memburu. Mereka kemudiannya ditangkap oleh sekumpulan orang asli yang merupakan cannibal. Sewaktu dihadapkan ke ketua puak cannibal, ketua puak mengatakan mereka tidak akan dijadikan sup dan dimakan jika mereka lepas ujian yang akan diberikan. Mereka dikehendaki pergi ke dalam hutan dan mencari 10 buah yang sama jenis. Lalu mereka pun pergi la ke dalam hutan bersama2 beberapa orang asli yang akan mempastikan mereka takkan lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amat kembali dan membawa 10 biji buah epal. Ketua puak cannibal itu kemudiannya berkata "Kamu dikehendaki menyumbat kesemua buah2 tersebut kedalam lubang bontot kamu tanpa sebarang ekspressi diwajah kamu atau kamu akan dimakan!". Maka bermulalah sesi menyumbat buah epal ke dalam lubang bontot Amat, SATU!!! jerit semua orang-orang asli. Belum sempat epal kedua disumbat, Amat sudah menjerit kesakitan, lalu Amat diikat dan diletak dalam kawah besar untuk direbus jadi sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu pula kembali membawa 10 biji anggur. Ketua puak menerangkan perkara yang sama kepada Abu. Abu merasa takdelah susah mana. Dari jauh Amat mendengar orang-orang asli menjerit SATU!!! DUA!!!! TIGA!!! EMPAT!!! LIMA!!! ENAM!!! TUJUH!!! LAPAN!!!!, tiba-tiba Amat terdengar Abu ketawa terbahak-baha. Beberapa minit kemudian Abu diletakkan bersebelahan Amat dalam kawah besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weiii yang ko gelak apehal???..ko dah nak lepas tadi dah!!" bentak Amat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu jawab "takleh tahanla beb...tengah aku relax2 sumbat anggur tiba2 Budin balik bawak tembikai 10 bijik".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-4094092554590088886?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/4094092554590088886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=4094092554590088886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4094092554590088886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4094092554590088886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2009/04/amat-abu-dan-budin-buah.html' title='Amat, Abu dan Budin &amp;amp; Buah??'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-2926336010849524239</id><published>2008-02-18T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:37:30.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Man'/><title type='text'>A Young Man Goes to the Pharmacy</title><content type='html'>A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms. The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants. "Well", he said, "I've been seeing this girl for a while and she's really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight's THE night. We're having dinner with her parents, and then we're going out. Once she's had me, she'll want me all the time, so you'd better give me the 12 pack". The young man makes his purchase and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing, and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes. The girl leans over and says, "You never told me that you were such a religious person". He leans over to her and says, "You never told me that your father is a pharmacist".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-2926336010849524239?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/2926336010849524239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=2926336010849524239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2926336010849524239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2926336010849524239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2008/02/young-man-goes-to-pharmacy.html' title='A Young Man Goes to the Pharmacy'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-709090778046735506</id><published>2008-02-03T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:24:31.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmer'/><title type='text'>The Clever Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A husband and wife were driving down a country lane on their way to visit some friends. They came to a muddy patch in the road and the car became bogged. After a few minutes of trying to get the car out by themselves, they saw a young farmer coming down the lane, driving some oxen before him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The farmer stopped when he saw the couple in trouble and offered to pull the car out of the mud for $50. The husband accepted and minutes later the car was free. The farmer turned to the husband and said, “You know, you’re the tenth car I’ve helped out of the mud today.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The husband looks around at the fields incredulously and asks the farmer, “When do you have time to plough your land? At night?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“No,”&lt;/strong&gt; the young farmer replied seriously, &lt;strong&gt;“Night is when I put the water in the hole.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-709090778046735506?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/709090778046735506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=709090778046735506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/709090778046735506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/709090778046735506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2008/02/clever-farmer.html' title='The Clever Farmer'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-8784656460213495944</id><published>2008-02-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:20:03.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>A Millionaires Secret</title><content type='html'>A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, "Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5:00 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I'd accumulated a fortune of $1.37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then my wife's father died and left us two million dollars."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-8784656460213495944?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/8784656460213495944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=8784656460213495944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/8784656460213495944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/8784656460213495944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving-to-new-office.html' title='A Millionaires Secret'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-389756227507531261</id><published>2008-02-03T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:06:54.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Computer Gender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you are aware, ships have long been characterized as     being female (for example, "Steady as she goes" or "She's     listing to starboard, Captain!").     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, a group of computer scientists (all males)     announced that computers should also be referred to as being female. Their     top five reasons for drawing this conclusion were:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;No one but the Creator understands their internal logic.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;The native language they use to communicate with other         computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;The message "Bad command or file name" is         about as informative as, "If you don't know why I'm mad at you,         then I'm certainly not going to tell you."       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term         memory for later retrieval.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find         yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;     &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, another group of computer scientists (all female)     think that computers should be referred to as if they were male. Their top     five reasons were:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;They have a lot of data, but are still clueless.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half         the time they are the problem.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;As soon as you commit to one you realize that, if you         had waited a little longer, you could have obtained a better model.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;In order to get their attention, you have to turn them         on.       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;Big power surges knock them out for the rest of the         night.     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-389756227507531261?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/389756227507531261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=389756227507531261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/389756227507531261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/389756227507531261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2008/02/computer-gender.html' title='Computer Gender'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-2083564437640105427</id><published>2008-01-20T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:19:19.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proton saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potong'/><title type='text'>Lawak Buah Zakar</title><content type='html'>apek: itu potong zaka ada  bagut ka ?&lt;br /&gt;ali   : manyak bagut..bila lu potong haa lu punya barang  manyak bersih loo..&lt;br /&gt;apek:?!! err..saya kawan ada cakap,potong zaka aaahh..  manyak ploblem..&lt;br /&gt;ali   : apa probrem ?&lt;br /&gt;apek:manyak buang lui..lagi  aahh..dia punya performance tatak bagut..     manyak  cinang semputloh..&lt;br /&gt;ali   : cehh.. apek, lu apa celita.. saya suda lama  potong..      tada apa problem.. bini saya manyak puas  woo..&lt;br /&gt;apek:lu mini puas sama itu potong zaka ka?&lt;br /&gt;ali   : ya la..  bila lu potong aahh.. lagi sedap maen woo..      lu  lagi lambat pancut..&lt;br /&gt;apek:???!!! err..lu punya 1.3 atau 1.5 ??&lt;br /&gt;ali    : ??!! woi apek cakap baik2 sikit ha.. saya punya 6 incila..&lt;br /&gt;apek:??! tiu  nia ma.. lu jgn maen2 haa.. mana ada potong zaka 6 inci..&lt;br /&gt;ali   : cilaka  apek ni..nah tengok ( bukak sluar tunjuk pale butoh..)&lt;br /&gt;apek: chee sin punya  olang..gua tanya baik2 lu tunjuk lu punya lancau..&lt;br /&gt;ali   : abis.. lu  tarak percaya..saya tunjuk la..&lt;br /&gt;apek: saya tatak tanya sama lu punya  lancau..       saya tanya lu pasal itu nasional car..  potong zaka..       molo punya olang..&lt;br /&gt;ali   :  aiya.. apek.. lain kali lu sebut betul2 la..kasi susa saja..       bukan potong zaka la.. proton saga.. cinabeng btulla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel Free 2 viSit :&lt;br /&gt;All InForMaTion RelAtEd To CaRs  : &lt;a href="http://sharerz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sharerz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automotive : &lt;a href="http://neovvl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://neovvl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer and Internet : &lt;a href="http://style2u.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://style2u.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyle : &lt;a href="http://lifesytle4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lifesytle4u.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifestylo : &lt;a href="http://eye2u.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eye2u.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-2083564437640105427?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/2083564437640105427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=2083564437640105427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2083564437640105427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2083564437640105427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2008/01/lawak-buah-zakar-apek-itu-potong-zaka.html' title='Lawak Buah Zakar'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-7782101088533620185</id><published>2008-01-14T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:49:46.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ketam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodok'/><title type='text'>Exercise Lidah</title><content type='html'>Cerita yg bermula dengan huruf K :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KODOK KAWAN KETAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketam ketip kuku  kakinya. Kawan karib Ketam, Kodok, kata kepada Ketam, "Kenapa kau ketip  kuku kaki kau, Ketam ... kenapa?" Ketam kata, "Ku ketip kuku  kakiku kerana kuku kakiku kelurut ... kakakku kata, kalau kukuku kelurut,  kita kena ketiplah!" Kodok kentut kekeliruan. Kodok kata kekalutan,  "Kadang-kadang kalau kukuku kelurut, ku ketip kenapa keluar kudis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketam  ketawa, "Kah.. kah.. kah.. kah.. kih.. kih.. kih.. kih.. kuh.. kuh.. kuh..  kuh!! Kodok.. Kodok.. kenapa kadar kebodohan  kau ketara keterlaluan? " Kodok kata kepada Ketam, "Ketam. Kenapa  kau ketawakanku?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketam kilas, "Kelakar." "Kelakar ke  kurang-ajar? " kata Kodok. Kerana kemarahan Kodok keterlaluan, Kodok  keperok kepala ketam kuat kadar kilat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kelekuk !", kepala Ketam  kehancuran kerana kena keperok Kodok. Ketam kata,  "Kodok.. Kodok.. kenapa kau keperok kepalaku? Kan kesakitan."  KesianKetam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana kurang-ajar, kepala kena keperok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita yg bermula dengan huruf C :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPOT CAHABAT  CIPUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catu cenje, ciput cite-cite came copot cambil cari  cengkerik. Ciput cuke cite-cite came copot cebab copot cahabat  ciput. Cemace ciput came copot cari cengkerik, ciput cakcikan catu  cahye cerah. Cahye cerah ciput cakcikan cangat cerah campai ciput  came copot cilau. Cahye cerah cube culik copot.&lt;br /&gt;Ciput cangat cuak..  ciput cepat-cepat camba copot cebelum cahye cerah cempat culik  copot. Copot cangat cuak. Ciput came copot cepat-cepat  cari cheltercambil cepat-cepat cembunyi. Ciput came copot  cembunyi cenyap-cenyap cupaye cahye cerah cucah cari ciput came copot.  Ciput cakap came copot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuuu... cenyap.... cenyap  copot...". Copot cambung cakap, "copot cudah cenyap... ciput cenyap  camelah...". Celepas cejam, cahye cerah cudah chow cebab cucah  cari ciput cape copot. Ciput came copot cangat cuke  cebab cahye cerah cudah chow. Copot cenyum cambil cakap, "copot  cayang ciput&lt;br /&gt;cebab ciput celamatkan copot...". Ciput cenyum cambil chow came  copot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-7782101088533620185?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/7782101088533620185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=7782101088533620185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7782101088533620185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7782101088533620185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2008/01/exercise-lidah.html' title='Exercise Lidah'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-3481968749113388371</id><published>2007-12-09T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:15:07.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anyone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Wan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opertator'/><title type='text'>Confusing Chinese Names</title><content type='html'>Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan(anyone)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk  to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one)has involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one)got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-3481968749113388371?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/3481968749113388371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=3481968749113388371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/3481968749113388371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/3481968749113388371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/12/confusing-chinese-names.html' title='Confusing Chinese Names'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-6503081587165526907</id><published>2007-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:34:39.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telinga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johan'/><title type='text'>Telinga (Malay)</title><content type='html'>Johan dilahirkan tanpa kedua telinganya, tetapi walaupun cacat dia&lt;br /&gt;berjawatan  tinggi di sebuah bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia sangat marah kalu ada orang yang  mempersoalkan tentang telinga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari dia mahu mengambil kerani baru  dan tiga orang disenaraipendek&lt;br /&gt;untuk sesi temuduga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calon pertama  seorang lelaki yang mempunyai penampilan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;Diakhir temuduga, Johan  bertanya satu soalan kepada lelaki itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak nampak tak sesuatu yang  ganjil pada saya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, tapi minta maaf kalau saya kata tuan tak ada telinga,  macam ayam"&lt;br /&gt;jawab lelaki itu dengan jujur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merasa terhina dengan  jawapan itu, Johan mengusirnya keluar dari pejabat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calon kedua ialah  seorang perempuan yang berpengalaman bekerja di bank&lt;br /&gt;hampir 5  tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia lebih baik dari calon pertama tadi. Di akhir sesi  temuduga, Johan&lt;br /&gt;bertanya soalan yang sama ditanya pada calon  pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak nampak tak sesuatu yang ganjil pada saya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya ...saya  heran bagaimana tuan boleh mendengar saya dengan baik,&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan tuan duduk  jauh dari saya." puji perempuan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebaik mendengar jawapan dari  perempuan itu, Johan berang dan menghalaunya&lt;br /&gt;keluar. Calon terakhir adalah  yang terbaik, walaupun masih muda dia telah&lt;br /&gt;bekerja lebih 8 tahun di bank.  Selain bijak dia juga tampan dan bergaya.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti calon terdahulu Johan  bertanya soalan serupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awak nampak tak sesuatu yang ganjil pada  saya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya. Awak pakai contact lens," jawab pemuda itu menahan perasannya  dari&lt;br /&gt;tergelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun terkejut, Johan gembira dengan jawapan pemuda  itu.&lt;br /&gt;Dia hairan kerana pemuda itu sangat teliti dan dapat melihatnya  memakai&lt;br /&gt;contact lens walaupun mereka duduk agak jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagaimana awak  tau" tanya Johan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda itu tidak dapat lagi menahan gelihatinya  lalu ketawa besar hingga&lt;br /&gt;jatuh terguling-guling sambil berkata,"Dah tentu  tuan tak boleh pakai&lt;br /&gt;cermin mata sebab tuan tak ada telinga, nak sangkut kat  mana".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huargh! Huargh! Huargh! Huargh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-6503081587165526907?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/6503081587165526907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=6503081587165526907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/6503081587165526907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/6503081587165526907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/12/telinga-malay.html' title='Telinga (Malay)'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-2654957315053922921</id><published>2007-12-03T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:17:05.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pocket'/><title type='text'>The Talking Frog</title><content type='html'>A man was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said,If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog, and put it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will be your loving companion for an entire week." The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it, and returned it to his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then cried out, If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you for a year and do ANYTHING you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man took the frog out, smiled at it, and put it back into his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the frog asked, What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a year and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, Look, I'm a Software Engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-2654957315053922921?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/2654957315053922921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=2654957315053922921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2654957315053922921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2654957315053922921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/12/talking-frog.html' title='The Talking Frog'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-2219035888315683552</id><published>2007-12-03T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:14:59.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Computer Gender</title><content type='html'>An English teacher was explaining to his students the concept of gender association in the English language. He noted how hurricanes at one time were given only female names, and how ships and planes were usually referred to as she." One of the students raised her hand and asked, What gender is a computer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wasn't certain. So he divided the class into two groups: males in one, females in the other, and asked them to decide if a computer should be masculine or feminine. Both groups were asked to give four reasons for their recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of women concluded that computers should be referred to as masculine because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have a lot of data but are still clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the time, they ARE the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that, if you had waited a little longer, you could have had a better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely be referred to as feminine because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for later retrieval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-2219035888315683552?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/2219035888315683552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=2219035888315683552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2219035888315683552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2219035888315683552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/12/computer-gender.html' title='Computer Gender'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-2787333658451295301</id><published>2007-11-20T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:46:42.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Billy's father is a lawyer</title><content type='html'>A grade school teacher was asking students what their parents did for a living. "Tim, you be first," she said. "What does your mother do all day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim stood up and proudly said, "She's a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's wonderful. How about you, Amie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie shyly stood up, scuffed her feet and said, "My father is a mailman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, Amie," said the teacher. "What about your father, Billy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy proudly stood up and announced, "My daddy plays piano in a whorehouse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was aghast and promptly changed the subject to geography. Later that day she went to Billy's house and rang the bell. Billy's father answered the door. The teacher explained what his son had said and asked if there might be some logical explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's father said, "I'm actually an attorney. But how can I explain a thing like that to a seven-year-old?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-2787333658451295301?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/2787333658451295301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=2787333658451295301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2787333658451295301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/2787333658451295301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/11/billys-father-is-lawyer.html' title='Billy&apos;s father is a lawyer'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-7461418907617359472</id><published>2007-11-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:46:57.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Jokes of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Little boy asks his spinster aunt: ”Why have you never married?“   she replied: ”because I have a parrot, a dog and a cat. They are just like a man, the parrot swears like a man, the dog farts continuously like a man and the cat strays at night ,  like a man!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Female girlfriend to her blonde girlfriend: ”I went for a pregnancy test today.“ Blonde girlfriend asked: ”Oh, and was the test difficult?“&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Why did the blonde like the car with a sunroof?&lt;br /&gt;More leg-room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Old couple wanting to get married discusses finance, living arrangements etc.  ”How do u feel about intercourse? He asked her hesitantly. ”Well“ she replied carefully, ”I would like it rather infrequently“  He thinks a bit and asks her casually: “Was the last word one or two words?“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;A couple had an argument whilst driving and then passed a pigfarm. Husband asked sarcastically: Relatives of yours?“  wife responded.  ”Yip, my in-laws!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;What's worse than getting raped by Jack the Ripper?&lt;br /&gt;Getting fingered by Captain Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;What do you call an Amish guy with his hand up a horse’s ass….&lt;br /&gt;An Mechanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Wife gets naked into bed with husband and says: ”tonight I am going to make you the happiest man in town!“  Husband: ”Wow, who is helping you to move?“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Granny gets on to her bicycle…her little grandson asked her: ”Where are you going to, Granny?“  She replied:“ to the graveyard, my boy“.   Grandson: “but who is going to bring the bicycle back?“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;Why did the bald head man’s trouser pockets have holes in it?&lt;br /&gt;So that he every now and then can pull his fingers thru his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="rvts24"&gt;What is the resemblance between men and clouds?&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they fuck-off and then it is a lovely day….!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-7461418907617359472?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/7461418907617359472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=7461418907617359472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7461418907617359472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7461418907617359472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/11/jokes-of-day.html' title='Jokes of The Day'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-1467328092158011271</id><published>2007-10-10T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:29:50.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pak Pandir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doktor'/><title type='text'>Lawak la tu (Malay)</title><content type='html'>Pak Pandir dan Wartawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari kecoh Pak Pandir panggil wartawan  datang kerumah dia.Bila&lt;br /&gt;wartawan2 sampai mereka pun bertanya ada apa yang  menarik ni Pandir.&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir pun kata..tenguk ni... Aku tanam pokok rambutan  tapi tumbuh&lt;br /&gt;pokok ubi kayu..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Waaa pelik ni Pak Pandir.. cuba cerita  kat kami... 5 bulan dulu aku ada&lt;br /&gt;tanam pokok rambutan kat sini..Aku ingat  lagi sebab aku ada tandakanya&lt;br /&gt;kat sini...&lt;br /&gt;dengan apa Pak Pandir tandakan?  Tanya wartawan.... dengan batang ubi&lt;br /&gt;kayu, jawab Pak Pandir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak  Pandir dan Ikan Keli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari Pak Pandir membeli beberapa ekor  ikan keli di pasar&lt;br /&gt;borong di pekan. Apabila pulang kerumah dia menyuruh Mak  Andih menyiang&lt;br /&gt;ikan tersebut. ketika sedang menyiang...&lt;br /&gt;Mak Andih: Oi  bapaknya! Macam mana nak siang ikan ni? Hidup lagi ni.&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Apa yang  susahnya tu mak andih?&lt;br /&gt;Mak Andih: Nak ketuk kepala ikan sadis la  pulak.&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Tu pun nak dikecohkan. Maknya rendam saja ikan tu dalam  air,&lt;br /&gt;Kasi lemas ikan tu. Sekejap lagi mampos la tu.&lt;br /&gt;Mak Andih:  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir Dan Polis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Selamat pagi tuan.&lt;br /&gt;Polis:  Selamat pagi.&lt;br /&gt;Polis: Apa hal.&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Saya nak buat repot  tuan.&lt;br /&gt;Polis: Fasal apa tu.&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Kawan saya di baham  harimau.&lt;br /&gt;Polis: Pukul berapa.&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Dia tak pukul, dia  terkam.&lt;br /&gt;Polis: Habis?&lt;br /&gt;Pak Pandir: Tak habis, tinggal kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit  jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang lelaki sakit mental menganggap dirinya adalah jagung dan  terlalu&lt;br /&gt;takut dengan ayam. Jika ternampak haiwan itu, dia akan lari  lintang&lt;br /&gt;pukang kerana menyangka ayam akan memakannya. Akhirnya, lelaki  itu&lt;br /&gt;dimasukkan ke rumah sakit jiwa. Setelah beberapa bulan, doktor  pun&lt;br /&gt;melakukan ujian ke atas lelaki itu bagi mengenal pasti apakah dia  telah&lt;br /&gt;pulih ataupun tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : Adakah kamu tahu siapa diri kamu  sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki : Ya doktor.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : Siapa kamu sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki :  Saya ini manusia doktor.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : Ya ke? Bukan jagung?&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki : Bukan,  saya manusia doktor.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : Kamu takut dengan ayam?&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki : Tidak  doktor.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : Hmm..bagus. Nampaknya kamu dah sembuh.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki : Tapi  doktor, saya ada satu pertanyaan.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : Apa dia?&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki : Ayam tahu tak  yang saya ni dah berubah jadi manusia.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor : "??$$??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat  Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang orang tua sedang duduk di kerusi di sebuah taman bunga  sambil&lt;br /&gt;menikmati udara petang.. Tiba-tiba seorang anak muda bergaya punk  duduk&lt;br /&gt;di sebelah si atok tersebut...&lt;br /&gt;Rambut anak muda itu dicat kuning dan  hijau, sementara rambut-rambut&lt;br /&gt;yang berdiri dicat jingga dan ungu. Di  sekeliling matanya diwarnakan&lt;br /&gt;hitam.&lt;br /&gt;Orang tua itu lama menatap si punk  tersebut...&lt;br /&gt;Merasa terganggu dengan tatapan orang tua itu.. pemuda punk  itu&lt;br /&gt;bertanya..&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, pakcik.. kenapa tenung saya macam tu..? apakah dulu  waktu muda&lt;br /&gt;pakcik tidak pernah buat kerja yang gila-gila?"&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menarik  nafas panjang... orang tua itu menjawab.. "Tentu saja&lt;br /&gt;pernah. Dulu aku pernah  mabuk teruk.. dan ketika mabuk itulah aku&lt;br /&gt;merogol seekor burung kakatua. Jadi  sekarang ini aku keliru...&lt;br /&gt;jangan-jangan kamu adalah anakku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehwan  dgn 100 ekor ayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari ada seorang lelaki kaya ingin  mengadakan kenduri untuk&lt;br /&gt;anaknya. Untuk itu dia ke bandar untuk membeli ayam  di kedai Pak&lt;br /&gt;Romee...perasan pulak yg nama di rome Lelaki kaya: "Saya ingin  memesan&lt;br /&gt;100 ekor ayam untuk esok, ini alamat saya (seraya memberikan  kadnya)."&lt;br /&gt;Pak Romee: "Baik tuan,saya akan suruh anak buah saya  untuk&lt;br /&gt;menghantarkannya ke rumah tuan."&lt;br /&gt;Selepas itu, Pak Romee memanggil  anak buahnya yang bernama Ehwan Afendi&lt;br /&gt;dan memberikan arahan...&lt;br /&gt;Pak Romee:  "Wan, tolong hantar 100 ekor ayam esok ke alamat ini (sambil&lt;br /&gt;memberikan kad  lelaki kaya tadi)."&lt;br /&gt;Ehwan : "hantar ayam? Beres Tuan !"&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya dengan  menunggang motor si Ehwan pergi menghantar100 ekor ayam&lt;br /&gt;tersebut. 50 ekor  diletakkan di sebelah kanan dan 50 ekor lagi&lt;br /&gt;diletakkan di sebelah kiri. Akan  tetapi malangnya, di tengah perjalanan&lt;br /&gt;dia terjatuh dari motornya...,  ayam-ayam yang dia bawa langsung terlepas&lt;br /&gt;dan lari bertempiaran. Orang ramai  datang untuk mengetahui keadaan si&lt;br /&gt;Ehwan.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi si Ehwan tidak apa2 malah  ketawa terbahak-bahak. Seseorang&lt;br /&gt;diantara meraka datang bertanya, mungkin dia  merasa khuatir kerana&lt;br /&gt;melihat si Ehwan ketawa ...&lt;br /&gt;Orang yg bertanya :  "Bang, abang tak apa-apa kan ... ? Kepalanya tak&lt;br /&gt;sakit kan ?"&lt;br /&gt;Ehwan :  "Ha... ha... ha... !"&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang bertanya : "Bang, kenapa bang ?"&lt;br /&gt;Ehwan:  "Ha... ha... ha..., dasar ayam-ayam bodoh, mereka nak lari ke&lt;br /&gt;mana? alamatnya  kan ada pada aku... Hua.. ha.. ha.. ha....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa Kamu Di  Sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hei, kamu yang berdiri di belakang," tegur pensyarah " Cuba  sebutkan&lt;br /&gt;individu yang terlibat dalam Perjanjian Pangkor!"&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf, saya  tidak tahu.. encik"&lt;br /&gt;"Apa? tidak tahu? Baiklah, kalau begitu sebutkan saja  tahun berapa&lt;br /&gt;perjanjian itu ditandatangani? "&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf, saya tidak tahu juga,  encik.."&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak tahu sama sekali? Maklumat itu kan sudah saya berikan  untuk&lt;br /&gt;dibaca minggu lalu. Jadi untuk apa kamu datang ke sini kalau  tidak&lt;br /&gt;tahu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mahu memeriksa kabel lampu ini encik... Saya petugas  TNB"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-1467328092158011271?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/1467328092158011271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=1467328092158011271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/1467328092158011271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/1467328092158011271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/10/lawak-la-tu-malay.html' title='Lawak la tu 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-5985955032940571723</id><published>2007-08-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:12:06.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housewife'/><title type='text'>Talcum powder</title><content type='html'>This incident happened last week on the air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin Yusof, a DJ on Radio **** asked listeners on her radio program to call to answer trivia questions. The first caller to give the correct answer would get a prize from the sponsor. She asked: "Can anyone out there tell me the household name of Sodium Chloride" A caller who is a housewife called up eager to answer the question. Not knowing the answer to the question, she asked Yasmin for a clue. "Something you put on your husbands eggs in the morning." she said. The lady confidently said : "Talcum powder". Yasmin Yusof did not return to the air until after a few songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-5985955032940571723?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/5985955032940571723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=5985955032940571723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5985955032940571723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5985955032940571723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-air.html' title='Talcum powder'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-5501584635746796591</id><published>2007-08-22T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:14:20.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>How to Clean your Mouse</title><content type='html'>This memo is from an unnamed computer company. It went to all field engineers about a computer peripheral problem. The author of this memo was quite serious. The engineers rolled on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field Replacement Unit) therefore, if a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel. Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist-off method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse balls are not usually static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each replacer have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls should suspect local personnel of removing these necessary items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-5501584635746796591?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/5501584635746796591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=5501584635746796591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5501584635746796591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5501584635746796591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-to-clean-your-mouse.html' title='How to Clean your Mouse'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-4899723163443326850</id><published>2007-08-21T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:52:19.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she'/><title type='text'>JEALOUSY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aged Women &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the difference between girls/woman aged: 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58 and 68?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 8 — You take her to bed and tell her a story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 18 — You tell her a story and take her to bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 28 — You don’t need to tell her a story to take her to bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 38 — She tells you a story and takes you to bed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 48 — She tells you a story to avoid going to bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 58 — You stay in bed to avoid her story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 68 — If you take her to bed, that’ll be a story!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-4899723163443326850?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/4899723163443326850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=4899723163443326850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4899723163443326850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4899723163443326850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/jealousy.html' title='JEALOUSY!'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-4284108039487989290</id><published>2007-08-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:43:10.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Difference between boys and girls while using ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1. Drive to the bank, park and go to the Cash Dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;            2. Insert card&lt;br /&gt;            3. Dial code and desired amount&lt;br /&gt;            4. Take the cash, the card and the slip&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1. Drive to the bank&lt;br /&gt;            2. Engine stalled&lt;br /&gt;            3. Check make-up in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;            4. Apply perfume&lt;br /&gt;            5. Manually check haircut&lt;br /&gt;            6. Park the car - failure&lt;br /&gt;            7. Park the car - failure&lt;br /&gt;            8. Park the car - Success&lt;br /&gt;            9. Search for the card in the handbag&lt;br /&gt;            10. Insert card, rejected by the machine&lt;br /&gt;            11. Throw phone card back in handbag,&lt;br /&gt;            12. Look for bank card.&lt;br /&gt;            13. Insert Card&lt;br /&gt;            14. Look for Secret Box (where secret code is written)in Handbag&lt;br /&gt;            15. Enter code&lt;br /&gt;            16. Study instructions for 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;            17. #Cancel#&lt;br /&gt;            18. Re-enter code&lt;br /&gt;            19. #Cancel#&lt;br /&gt;            20. Call Boyfriend/husband to get correct the code&lt;br /&gt;            21. Enter desired amount&lt;br /&gt;            22. #Error#&lt;br /&gt;            23. Enter bigger amount&lt;br /&gt;            24. #Error#&lt;br /&gt;            25. Enter maximum amount&lt;br /&gt;            26. Cross fingers&lt;br /&gt;            27. Take cash&lt;br /&gt;            28. Go back to the car&lt;br /&gt;            29. Check make up in rear mirror&lt;br /&gt;            30. Look for keys in handbag&lt;br /&gt;            31. Start car&lt;br /&gt;            32. Drive 50 meters&lt;br /&gt;            33. STOP&lt;br /&gt;            34. Drive back to bank machine&lt;br /&gt;            35. Go out of the car&lt;br /&gt;            36. Take card and ticket back from machine&lt;br /&gt;            37. Go back to the car&lt;br /&gt;            38. Throw card on passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;            39. Throw slip on the floor&lt;br /&gt;            40. Check make up in rear mirror&lt;br /&gt;            41. Manually check haircut&lt;br /&gt;            42. Go into roundabout - wrong way&lt;br /&gt;            43. BRAKE&lt;br /&gt;            44. Go into roundabout - right way&lt;br /&gt;            45. Drive 5 kilometers&lt;br /&gt;            46. Remove hand brake&lt;br /&gt;            47. Call boyfriend/husband to tell how miserable she was because of              HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-4284108039487989290?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/4284108039487989290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=4284108039487989290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4284108039487989290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4284108039487989290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/difference-between-boys-and-girls-while.html' title='Difference between boys and girls while using ATM'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-635880637945166890</id><published>2007-08-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:05:48.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>To make you smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cat listening  to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; Nurhaliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  - Biarlah Rahsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/Rspjs35dc6I/AAAAAAAAArc/rpuBAYLxstI/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/Rspjs35dc6I/AAAAAAAAArc/rpuBAYLxstI/s320/image001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100999150520857506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cat listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; 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  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/Rspjin5dc5I/AAAAAAAAArU/vdG4YjgVrgo/s1600-h/image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cerita Kilang Penyapu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saya Ana, umur  saya baru 15 tahun. Saya gagal dalam PMR, saya terus bekerja untuk  meringankan beban orang tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya telah terbaca sebuah iklan yang  terpapar di kedai 7-Eleven. Jawatan kosong sebagai  Operator Kilang Penyapu  di Sg Besi dengan gaji yang lumayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir 6 bulan saya bekerja  disana, walaupun saya dibawah umur tetapi saya diterima bekerja untuk jawatan  sementara. Dan sepanjang saya bekerja di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; saya tidak mempunyai apa-apa masalah,  walaupun umur saya muda, tetapi perwatakan saya seperti anak dara yang  meningkat remaja dan saya disenangi oleh semua pekerja di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; lebih-lebih  lagi pekerja lelaki kerana masing-masing &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;cuba&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  memikat saya, maklumlah ayam muda....lalat pun tak berani hinggap!!!!! Dan  saya senang berkomunikasi dengan rakan-rakan sejawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga selalu  ambil "overtime", maklum saje lah.....claim yang lumayan. Saya tidak  pernah  kenal erti penat........ Dan dalam masa yang begitu singkatsaya telah dapat  menyimpan wang dan berbelanja dengan sewenang-wenangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jadikan  cerita......, pada suatu pagi semasa bangun dari tidur, saya terus ke bilik  mandi. Semasa saya hendak mandi saya telah lucutkan towel di badan  saya. Alangkah terperanjatnya saya kerana saya lihat ada beberapa helai  bulu yang kelihatan seperti bulu penyapu tumbuh di kemaluan  saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa berfikir panjang saya teruskan juga mandi, dan terus bersiap  untuk ke Kilang Penyapu.&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan saya ke tempat kerja,  saya terfikir mungkin saya sudah tidak sesuai lagi bekerja di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (mungkin alergik  penyapu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampai sahaja di Kilang Penyapu, saya terus bergegas  jumpa Supervisor di bilik khas. Saya pun memberitahu hasrat saya untuk  berhenti kerja pada hujung bulan nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor itu gugup sebentar  kerana tidak menyangka keputusan saya itu. Mana taknya saya tahu dia ada hati  dengan saya........saya pun memberi alasan tidak dapat bekerja disitu lagi  kerana alergik dengan penyapu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantas disuruhnya saya tunjukkan tempat  yang alergik itu. Saya pun apa lagi...tanpa segan-segan silu lagi terus  menunjukkan bahagian sulit saya yang alergik itu. Tetapi Supervisor saya  tidak menampakkan reaksi terkejut...malah dia sendiri telah memberitahu saya  dia pun alergik malah lebih teruk dari saya. Saya pun minta dia tunjukkan  tempat yang alergik itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alangkah terperanjatnya saya, apabila dia  membuka seluarnya saya ternampak bukan lagi bulu penyapu yang  tumbuh malah  ada batang penyapu sekali. Saya pun terus meminta berhenti 24 hours dan terus  keluar dengan seribu tanda tanya????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-7452687229435229496?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/7452687229435229496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=7452687229435229496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7452687229435229496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7452687229435229496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/cerita-kilang-penyapu-saya-ana-umur.html' title=''/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-7144860700131385480</id><published>2007-08-17T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:21:00.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pekerja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saya'/><title type='text'>Kalu Pasal Sembahyang, Boleh Pulang Awal.....!</title><content type='html'>Seorang boss entah macam mana mood dia memang baik sungguh pada hari  nie..Sesiapa yang nak minta balik lima jam lebih awal hari nie dia kasi  tapi alasannya mestilah munasabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa!!alasannya mestilah pasal  sembahyang ajer! Alasan lain tak boleh. Tau-tau macam tu tiba tiba je  ader 4 orang pekerja bawahan datang mintak  balik awal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 1 : A'kum Boss, bulih saya pulang? Saya balik nak sembahyang  kat rumah boss, leh tak?&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Tak boleh!!!Kat sini kan ader surau, sembahyang jemaah lagi,  lagi banyak   pahalanya..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 2 : Saya bulih balik awai kut  Boss?&lt;br /&gt;Bosss : Hang apa  pasai?                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 2  : Saya nak balik tengok anak saya sembahyang zohor ker tak? Ntah-ntah dia  ponteng?&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Tak boleh balik, hang telefon saja bini hang suruh dia tengok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 3: A'kum  Boss!&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Ha?  pasal pulak ni?Nak balik awal gak ker?&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 3 : Errrrr!!Yer boss, boss  baik!!he..heee!&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Alasan apa lak ngko  nie?&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 3 : Saya  nak balik sembahyang orang mati..Ada orang kampung saya meninggal  pagi tadi, nak sembahyang jenazah...!Boleh kut boss yer pulang awal?  &lt;br /&gt;Boss : Tak bolehhh!!!Itu fardzu kifayah jer!Orang kampung lain yang ramai  tu boleh sembahyangkan. Doa kat sini pun boleh!!Dah!Pergi buat kerja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 4: A'kum Boss! Saya nak balik awal boleh tak ari  nie?&lt;br /&gt;Boss :  Naper?&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 4 : Isteri saya telefon, dia kata dia dah boleh  sembahyang!&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yer ker? Ha! Kalu gitu awak  baliklah...Kesian awak dah seminggu menunggu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja 4 : Tima Acih  Boss!!!Heee. .hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-7144860700131385480?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/7144860700131385480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=7144860700131385480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7144860700131385480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7144860700131385480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/kalu-pasal-sembahyang-boleh-pulang-awal.html' title='Kalu Pasal Sembahyang, Boleh Pulang Awal.....!'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-5987995758413634597</id><published>2007-08-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:55:42.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paparazi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anda'/><title type='text'>Fakta atau Auta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tahukah anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Tahukah Anda dalam bahasa Inggeris dan Italy,  jurugambar dikenali&lt;br /&gt; sebagai paparazi. Perkataan itu dipercayai diambil dari  watak paparazzo&lt;br /&gt; dalam filem La Dolce Vita yang diterbitkan oleh Federico  Fellini pada&lt;br /&gt; tahun 1960. Dalam bahasa melayu pula, ayah kepada seorang budak  yang&lt;br /&gt; bernama Razzi juga boleh dikenali dengan nama papa Razzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2.  Tahukah Anda bendera negara Denmark telah dicipta 700 tahun  lampau,&lt;br /&gt; menjadikan bendera paling lama digunakan di dunia lebih lama  daripada&lt;br /&gt; penggunaan susu cap bendera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Tahukah Anda magnet ialah  sejenis logam yang juga digelar besi berani.&lt;br /&gt; Sebagaimana namanya magnet  ialah besi yang berani menarik butir-butir besi&lt;br /&gt; lain kearahnya. Bagaimanapun  orang yang diupah untuk menarik kereta&lt;br /&gt; bukanlah magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Tahukah  Anda cicak memutuskan ekornya apabila diganggu. Apabila cicak&lt;br /&gt; menyedari yang  dia diekori oleh sesuatu, ia akan memutuskan ekornya supaya&lt;br /&gt; benda itu tidak  mengekorinya lagi atas alasan tanpa ekor sudah tentu ia&lt;br /&gt; tidak akan diekori  lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Tahukan anda bahawa seorang manusia normal tidak boleh  menyentuh&lt;br /&gt; telinganya sendiri menggunakan siku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Tahukah Anda  burung dapat pulang ke sarangnya walaupun telah keluar&lt;br /&gt; kadangkala hingga  beribu kilometer daripada sarangnya tanpa sesat atau&lt;br /&gt; silap walaupun tanpa  bantuan kompas. Ini kerana setiap sarang burung&lt;br /&gt; mempunyai alamatnya yang  tersendiri sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Tahukah Anda bunyi perkataan lempeng dan  tempeleng adalah hampir sama&lt;br /&gt; walaupun ia berbeza dari segi rupa bentuknya.  Tapi, walaubagaimanapun&lt;br /&gt; orang yang kena tempeleng masih boleh memakan  lempeng apabila dia berasa&lt;br /&gt; lapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Tahukah Anda gunung berapi yang  berusia tiga ratus tahun disahkan masih&lt;br /&gt; aktif untuk meletup. Tapi mengikut  kajian ahli gunung, api elektrik di&lt;br /&gt; rumah kita tidak akan aktif jika tidak  membayar bilnya selama tiga bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9. Tahukah Anda orang yang tidak  pernah kisah langsung tentang wang&lt;br /&gt; ringgit, pangkat, kedudukan dan harta  dunia ialah Orang Utan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Tahukah Anda ahli sains seluruh dunia  bersepakat jika nasi ayam&lt;br /&gt; dimakan sewaktu lapar, perut kita akan mengalami  satu tindakbalas yang&lt;br /&gt; berupa kekenyangan. Nasi ayam juga boleh digunakan  sebagai ubat untuk&lt;br /&gt; menggembirakan hati kita bila nasi ayam yang dimakan itu  dibelanja oleh&lt;br /&gt; kawan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Dan tahukah anda bahawa hampir  kesemua pembaca buletin ini telah&lt;br /&gt; mencuba untuk menyentuh telinga  menggunakan siku........ .....CAYALAH!&lt;br /&gt; !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-5987995758413634597?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/5987995758413634597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=5987995758413634597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5987995758413634597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5987995758413634597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/fakta-atau-auta.html' title='Fakta atau Auta'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-763067344057343348</id><published>2007-08-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:02:24.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa'/><title type='text'>The Little Girl and the Wrinkles</title><content type='html'>A little girl is sitting on her grandpa's lap and studying the wrinkles on his old face. She gets up the nerve to rub her fingers over the wrinkles. Then she touches her own face and looks more puzzled. &lt;p&gt; Finally the little girl asks, "Grandpa, did God make you?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "He sure did honey, a long time ago," replies her grandpa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Well, did God make me?" asks the little girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Yes, He did, and that wasn't too long ago," answers her grandpa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Boy," says the little girl, "He's sure doing a lot better job these days, isn't He?"                                                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-763067344057343348?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/763067344057343348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=763067344057343348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/763067344057343348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/763067344057343348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-girl-and-wrinkles.html' title='The Little Girl and the Wrinkles'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-618519614907766722</id><published>2007-08-14T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:57:54.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><title type='text'>Ba Ba Black Sheep</title><content type='html'>Clem pulled over the car by the side of the road and showed Jed where he'd first had sex. &lt;p&gt;"It was right down there by that tree. I remember the day plainly. It was a warm summer day. She and I were so much in love. We walked down to the tree and made love for hours," Clem recalled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "That sounds wonderful," said Jed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Yes. It was okay until I looked up and noticed her mother was standing right there watching us." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Oh my God! What did her mother say when she saw you making love to her daughter?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Baaaaa..."                                                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-618519614907766722?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/618519614907766722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=618519614907766722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/618519614907766722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/618519614907766722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/ba-ba-black-sheep.html' title='Ba Ba Black Sheep'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-8004407437753266194</id><published>2007-08-13T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:46:21.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cikgu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aiskrim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adik'/><title type='text'>Adik Mat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dalam kelas, cikgu  tadika tanya soalan, "&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 3 ekor burung di atas pokok. Seekor  ditembak pemburu, berapa ekor lagi tinggal di atas pokok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik Mat  angkat tangan dan jawab, "Kosong cikgu". "Kenapa kosong Mat?" tanya cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebab 2 ekor lagi tu mesti laa terbang lari cikgu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salah!  Jawapannya tentulah 2 Mat, 3 tolak 1 sama dengan 2. Tapi cikgu suka cara kamu  berfikir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehabis kelas, Cikgu belanja Adik Mat makan aiskrim. Adik Mat  tetiba bertanya, "Cikgu, ada 3 orang perempuan makan aiskrim. Satu tu style  telan semua sekaligus, satu lagi gigit sikit2, dan satu lagi jilat keliling dulu  dan kulum aiskrim sampai habis. Cuma satu je antara tiga tu yang dah kawin, yang  mana satu cikgu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tergamam cikgu dengan soalan Adik Mat. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Cuba&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;  berlagak neutral cikgu menjawab, "Yang jilat keliling dulu dan kulum aiskrim  sampai habis tu kot".&lt;br /&gt;"Salah cikgu, yang pakai cincin kahwin laa yang dah  kahwin. Tapi takpe, saya suka cara cikgu berfikir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:78%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-8004407437753266194?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/8004407437753266194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=8004407437753266194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/8004407437753266194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/8004407437753266194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/adik-mat.html' title='Adik Mat'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-1805103264330195721</id><published>2007-08-08T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:28:25.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isteri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perempuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kisah'/><title type='text'>Citer Lawak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suami : Kenapa Sayang menangis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isteri: Saya  telah baca sebuah buku. Sad endinglah bang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suami : Buku apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isteri: Buku bank abanglah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aderla sorang  lelaki datang ke sebuah rumah untuk meminta derma. Derma untuk rumah orang-orang  tua. seorang budak pun membuka pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;budak : derma ape bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lelaki : derma untuk rumah orang-orang  tua. adik ada apa-apa untuk didermakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;budak : nanti jap.saya ambilkan atuk saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lelaki : ????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tunang Farid,  Siti, menelefonnya untuk memutuskan pertunangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farid : Mengapa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siti : Saya dah  bosan ngan awak. saya dah ada teman baru. Sebelum tu awak mesti kembalikan semua  gambar saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farid : Ok. Tapi saya tak ingatlah yang mana satu  gambar awak, Nanti awak pilihlah sendiri. Yang selebihnya kembalikan kepada  saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siti :  Erkkkkkk.... .... Benci .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 org menaiki motor dan ditahan polis trafik. Namun  pemandu motor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tersebut tidak berhenti. Katanya, 'Tak Muat Dah Tok,  Kami dah bertiga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seorang Tok Batin baru membeli motorsikal Honda dan  kebetulan pada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jalan pulang terserempak dengan kawanya yang ingin  menumpang, lalu ditumpangkan kawanya itu. Dalam perjalanan kawannya merasakan  Tok Batin hanya mengunakan gear 1 sahaja lalu bertanyalah kawanya itu, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kawan Tok Batin :  Kenapak kamu hanya pakai gear 1 sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tok Batin : Kalau rosak 1 gear ada 2 lagi gear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kawan Tok Batin :  ????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seorang posmen yang datang menghantar &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Assalamualaikum  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Walaikumsalam  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ni rumah  encik Sameon ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ya saya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Poning kepala saya mencari alamat rumah encik ni " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Buat susah aje  encik nie! Apsal tak pos aje?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Citer 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orang Asli Dan Polis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang asli : selamat pagi tuan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;polis : selamat  pagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;polis : apa  hal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang asli :  saya nak buat repot tuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;polis : fasal apa tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang asli : kawan saya di baham harimau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;polis : pukul  berapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang asli  : dia tak pukul, terkam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;polis : habis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orang asli : tak habis, tinggal kepala &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kisah 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seorang lelaki  pergi ke klinik mata. Setelah matanya diperiksa, dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bertanya: " Doktor, lepas pakai cermin  mata nanti, boleh ke saya membaca macam orang lain?" "Dah tentu, " jawab doktor.  "Oh, gembiranya. Dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lama saya buta huruf, akhirnya boleh juga saya  membaca," kata lelaki itu dengan riang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kisah 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebaik sahaja mengambil tempat duduk di  ruang menunggu sebuah klinik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shan terpandang Amin sedang menangis teresak-esak. Dia  segera mendekati Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shan : Kenapa menangis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amin : Saya datang untuk ujian darah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shan : Awak takut  ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amin : Bukan  itu sebabnya. Semasa ujian darah dijalankan, mereka telah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;terpotong jari  saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mendengarkan penjelasan Amin, Shan menangis.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amin : Eh, kenapa  pula awak menangis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shan : Saya datang untuk ujian air kencing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kisah 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seorang atok  membawa cucunya ke pejabat pos untuk menghantar &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; .. Cucunya bertanya bila melihat atoknya  memasukkan &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;  ke dalam tong berwarna merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Atok buat apa tu?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Atok bagi &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; kat kawan atok,cu!" jawap atoknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cucunya bertanya  lagi, "Apa bangang sangat kawan atok duduk dalam tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;merah tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kisah 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seorang pegawai polis masuk ke bilik  mayat sebuah hospital untuk menyiasat punca kematian tiga lelaki sekaligus.  Selepas memeriksa mayat-mayat itu, dia bertanya kepada penjaga bilik berkenaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Polis : Mengapa  ketiga-tiga mayat tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penjaga : Lelaki pertama sedang bersanding, apabila  tiba2 diserang strok. Lelaki kedua pula khabarnya menang loteri dan mati  serangan sakit jantung manakala yg ketiga disambar petir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Polis : Hah! Kenapa disambar  petir pun tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penjaga : Masa tu dia ingat orang sedang ambil  gambarnya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-1805103264330195721?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/1805103264330195721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=1805103264330195721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/1805103264330195721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/1805103264330195721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/citer-lawak.html' title='Citer Lawak'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-429012995561865819</id><published>2007-08-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:00:09.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographer'/><title type='text'>I''m a Photographer, Not a...</title><content type='html'>A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to take pictures of a great forest fire. He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to fly him over the fire. The photographer arrived at the airstrip just an hour before sundown. Sure enough, a small Cessna airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and shouted, "Let's go!" The tense man sitting in the pilot's seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air, though flying erratically. "Fly over the north side of the fire," said the photographer, "And make several low-level passes." Why?" asked the nervous pilot. "Because I'm going to take pictures!" yelled the photographer. "I'm a photographer, and photographers take pictures!" The pilot replied, "You mean you're not the flight instructor?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-429012995561865819?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/429012995561865819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=429012995561865819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/429012995561865819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/429012995561865819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-photographer-not.html' title='I&apos;&apos;m a Photographer, Not a...'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-4215581602087709744</id><published>2007-08-02T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:53:32.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minister'/><title type='text'>Good Can of Corn</title><content type='html'>There were three couples, one elderly, one middle aged, and one newlywed, that wanted to join a church. So the minister tells them that in order to be members they must abstain from sex for two whole weeks. After two weeks, the minister asks the elderly couple if they had abstained. &lt;p&gt; "Yes, no problem!" So the minister welcomes them to the church. Then he asks the middle aged couple the same question &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, after one week, the husband had to sleep on the couch, but we made it!" So the minister welcomes them to the church. Then the minister asks the newlywed couple if they had abstained from sex for two weeks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "We were unable to abstain. On the third day, my wife dropped a can of corn and when she bent over to pick it up, LUST and PASSION overcame me!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "I'm sorry," the minister says, "but you are both banned from this church!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "That's okay," says the husband, "We were banned from the supermarket, too."                                                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-4215581602087709744?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/4215581602087709744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=4215581602087709744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4215581602087709744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4215581602087709744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-can-of-corn.html' title='Good Can of Corn'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-4316355261558847255</id><published>2007-07-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:50:51.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lelaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isteri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perempuan'/><title type='text'>Surat rasmi - Cara minta kawin lagi..</title><content type='html'>Suami bin Lelaki&lt;br /&gt;17, Jalan Angkasa,&lt;br /&gt;24300, Kemaman&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri binti Perempuan&lt;br /&gt;17, Jalan Angkasa,&lt;br /&gt;24300, Kemaman&lt;br /&gt;Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERKARA : PERMOHONAN UNTUK BERPOLIGAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara di atas adalah di rujuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sebab utama permohonan ini di lakukan adalah kerana saya ingin melengkapkan kuota yang telah di peruntukkan bagi saya. Buat masa ini kuota yang telah di isi cuma satu, memandangkan masih ada 3 kekosongan, eloklah jika dapat di penuhi secepat mungkin. Pihak yang akan mengisi satu kekosongan ini buat masa ini ialah Cik Hana Fazura binti Ramli yang merupakan setiausaha saya di pejabat. Memandangkan komitmen yang beliau tunjukkan di pejabat amat baik, eloklah jika kita masukkan dia bersama kita di dalam organisasi keluarga kita. Kekosongan yang selebihnya akan di isi di masa akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Untuk makluman pihak puan, yang sebenarnya masalah ini telah lama saya fikirkan tetapi memandangkan poket saya yang selalu nipis, terpaksalah saya tangguhkan dulu permohonan ini di samping kurangnye rasa keyakinan untuk mengemukakan permohonan ini. Kini, setelah saya dapat mengeluarkan kesemua duit pelaburan ASB saya, saya merasakan kembalinya semangat saya yang telah hilang selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Permohonan ini amat setimpal kerana dengan kedudukan sekarang ia menguntungkan kedua belah pihak dan juga pihak ketiga. Selama ini hidup kita bahagia sebab jika tidak, manakan mungkin puan dapat menjadi seperti sekarang. Semua yang puan miliki sudah bertambah besar. Kereta besar, rumah besar, rantai besar dan pakaian besar. Jika dulu potongan puan seperti gitar, kini sudah bertukar menjadi drum. Oleh itu, sudilah kiranya dapat kita kongsi bersama insan lain kebahagiaan kita ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pihak puan juga dapat menikmati faedah dari kelulusan permohonan ini kerana puan akan tetap menikmati apa yang telah puan miliki sekarang dengan waktu bekerja lebih singkat dan sistem syif akan di perkenalkan iaitu 1 hari kerja dan 1 hari cuti rehat. Waktu bekerja yang selebihnya akan ditampung oleh pihak ketiga. Kebaikan yang puan akan nikmati ialah waktu rehat yang bebas kerana dalam waktu puan bercuti, saya selaku Penyelia tidak akan memantau aktiviti yang puan lakukan. Pada waktu itu saya cuma akan fokus kepada hasil kerja pihak ketiga. Menguntungkan bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Segala kerjasama dari pihak puan saya dahulukan dengan ribuan terima kasih. Saya amat berharap pihak puan dapat meluluskan permohonan saya ini kerana adalah lebih baik jika kita dapat berkongsi kebahagiaan kita ini bersama insan lain. Saya harap permohonan saya ini di balas dengan senyuman penuh keikhlasan dari pihak puan dan tandatangan puan di atas kertas yang saya lampirkan bukannya balingan periuk nasi, pinggan-mangkuk, ketukan senduk dan perkara-perkara yang menyukarkan pihak puan untuk melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saya harap puan sudi meluluskan permohonan ini. Hadirkanlah senyumanmu sebagaimana ketika kita menyambut orang baru iaitu bayi kita kedalam keluarga kita 10 tahun lepas. Situasinya lebih kurang sama dengan masa kini. Kita akan menerima orang baru juga cuma bezanya ialah jika 10 tahun yang lepas kita perlu menjaga dan membelainya dengan manja bersama tetapi kali ini, setiap urusan penjagaan dan belaian manja akan di laksanakan oleh saya sepenuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Akhir kata, saya harap permohonan saya ini dapat dibalas secepat mungkin. Semoga kita bersama-bersama dengan pihak ketiga akan dapat melaksanakan program ini dengan jayanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BERKORBAN DAN BERKONGSI KEBAHAGIAAN LAMBANG RUMAHTANGGA BAHAGIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Ikhlas Memohon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami bin Lelaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-4316355261558847255?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/4316355261558847255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=4316355261558847255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4316355261558847255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/4316355261558847255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/07/surat-rasmi-cara-minta-kawin-lagi.html' title='Surat rasmi - Cara minta kawin lagi..'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-5766618783874662567</id><published>2007-07-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:06:15.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayam'/><title type='text'>Cerita Ayam Yang Macho</title><content type='html'>Ceritanya berkisar di sebuah ladang penternakan ayam yang terletak di Gunung Semanggul.tentang sebuah peternakan ayam. Disana ada 5 Ayam betina dan seekor ayam jalak (kira ayam jantan macholah) yang umurnya sudah lanjut dimamah masa (cewah-cewah cam lam novel percintaan lak).&lt;br /&gt;Karena merasa bahwa ayam jalak yang sudah tua tadi sudah melewati masa suburnya, si pemilik ladang tersebut memutuskan untuk membeli seekor ayam jalak lagi yang masih muda, tampan, segak, macho dan yang sewaktu nganya. Dengan secara tidak sengaja hal ini membuatkan si ayam jalak tua&lt;br /&gt;menjadi merasa tersaing. Lalu bibit2 cemburu dan hasat dengki menguasai dirinya, mulalah diyer mengatur srategi. Lalu terjadi percakapan seperti ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak tua : Eh, kamu jangan serakah sgt kat sini. Ayam betinanya kan ada 25. Kamu boleh ambil yang 15, bakinya bagi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak muda: Banyak hensem ko punya muka,tua tak sedarkan diri.Hang tu dah tua dah tak larat dah so semua untuk aku sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak tua : Eh a...berlagak tul mamat seekor ni (jalak tua bercakap lam ati yer). Seper kata aku tua tak larat lagi, ko jgn pandang rendah pada aku, kang aku sekeh kang... O.klah, aku maleh nak gaduh ngan budak hingusan cam ko ni (jalak tua, menunjukkan eksennyer) so apa kata kalau kita pertontonkan kemanchoan kita ngan mengadakan satu pertandingan. Siapa yang menang boleh ambil semua ayam betina yang ada kat sini ayam ini. Yang kalah kirim salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak muda: Aku.. aku boleh sahaja, pantang dicabar ni. Kita nak buat pertandingan apa ni... cabut bulu ayam ker (jalak muda membuat lawak loya beruk yer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak tua : Dak'ah! Senang jer pertandingan lumba lari. Sambil tersenyum kambing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak muda:Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak tua : Lumbanya 400M. tapi karena aku sudah tua, aku minta untuk lari dulu di depanmu 50 meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayam jalak muda: Boleh (dengan penuh keyakinan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka pertandingan pun dimulai. Ayam jalak tua lari dulu 50 meter baru ayam jalak yang muda lari menyusul dengan kecepatan kuasa extra gaban yang mengkagumkan. Eh, baru kurang 1 meter menyusul, si ayam jalak muda ditembak langsung oleh pemilik peternakan.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jawapan ada di bawah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata Pemilik : "Kurang ajar. INI AYAM JALAK-HOMOSEKS NI. Asal setiap kali aku beli dapat yang macam ni SUKA SANGAT KEJAR-KEJAR AYAM JALAK TUA AKU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NiLAI MORAL : Jgn berlagak ngan org tua (depa banyak trick yer,) HORMATILAH ORANG YANG LEBIH TUA DARI KITA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-5766618783874662567?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/5766618783874662567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=5766618783874662567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5766618783874662567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5766618783874662567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/07/cerita-ayam-yang-macho.html' title='Cerita Ayam Yang Macho'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-5808702987163312575</id><published>2007-07-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:50:11.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makcik'/><title type='text'>Mak cik  oh Mak cik</title><content type='html'>ada sorang makcik ni berumur 40++. dia naik bas ekspres dari kl ke perlis. tgh perjalanan dia nak berhajat kecil.&lt;br /&gt;'alamak! leceh betullah. tadi masa berhenti tadi tak nak kencing. adohh... malu pulak leh nak suruh drebar tu berenti' kata mak cik ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makcik ni duduk belakang sekali. pas tuh pulak org tak ramai maklumlah ... hari isnin, org keje. makcik ni pon balik sbb emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'macam mana nak buat ni'&lt;br /&gt;mak cik ni ada idea. kat tingkap bas kan ade tingkap kecik. pas tuh bas tuh berlangsir.&lt;br /&gt;'alahh kencing je lah ikut tingkap ni'-hajatnya lepas dgn jayanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas tuh air tuh terpercik sikit2 kaT sorang mat motor ni. mamat ni pun angin lah.'kurang hajar!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamat ni pon beri arahan berenti kat drebar bas. then mamat ni pon naik dlm bas dan menjerit.'sapa yg #@#@##@%&amp;amp;^ ludah kat luar tadi hahhh !!!! baik korang mengaku!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makcik ni rasa bersalah dan nak minta maaf. dia pon berdiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'makcik ni apahal bgn!! duduk!!!'jerit laki ni. 'cepat!! ngaku lah!!!' kata laki ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makcik ni bgn lagi dia kata 'sebenarnya nak...' lepas tu terus dipotong percakapan makcik tuh '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'makcik diam!'kata laki tu&lt;br /&gt;'saya tau org yg ludah tuh lelaki sbb saya nampak mulut ngan misai dia' jerit laki ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then takde sorang pun ngaku. laki ni cek tiap lelaki kat bas tuh. pelik!?!? tak de yg bermisai. dia pun turun dari bas dgn perasaan hairan+marah dan terus blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-5808702987163312575?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/5808702987163312575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=5808702987163312575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5808702987163312575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5808702987163312575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/07/mak-cik-nak-terkucing-dan.html' title='Mak cik  oh Mak cik'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-7679675140673560302</id><published>2007-07-27T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:15:11.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jantung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakit'/><title type='text'>Ais dan Serangan Jantung</title><content type='html'>Bukan sahaja amalan meminum air panas selepas makan, tetapi  berhubung                     SERANGAN JANTUNG!!!!. Secara  logik..., mungkin ada kebenarannya.. Orang-orang China dan Jepun  mengamalkan minum teh panas sewaktu makan... dan bukannya air berAIS. Mungkin sudah tiba masanya kita meniru amalan minum air  panas sewaktu menikmati  hidangan!!!!Kita tidak akan kehilangan apa-apa...  malah akan mendapat faedah dari amalan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang suka minum AIS, artikel ini sesuai untuk anda  baca.Sememangnya sedap minum air berAIS selepas  makan. Walaubagaimanapun, AIS akan membekukan makanan  berminyak yang baru kita makan.  Ia akan memperlahankan penghadaman  kita. Bila lemak-lemak ini terbentuk di dalam usus, ia akan menyempitkan  banyak saluran dan lama kelamaan ia akan  menyebabkan lemak berkumpul dan  kita semakin gemuk dan  menuju  ke arah mendapat pelbagai  PENYAKIT. Jalan terbaik...adalah untuk minum sup panas atau air  PANAS/suam selepas                                 makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nota penting tentang SERANGAN  JANTUNG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anda patut tahu bahawa bukan semua tanda-tanda serangan  jantung akan mula terasa pada tangan sebelah  kiri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berhati-hati juga pada permulaan sakit sedikit-sedikit pada  bahagian atas dada anda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anda mungkin tidak akan mengalami sakit dada pada   serangan pertama  serangan jantung.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keletihan dan berpeluh adalah  tanda-tanda biasa.  Malah 60% penghidap SAKIT                   JANTUNG  tidak bangun selepas tidur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marilah kita berwaspada dan  berhati-hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-7679675140673560302?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/7679675140673560302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=7679675140673560302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7679675140673560302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7679675140673560302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/07/bukan-sahaja-amalan-meminum-air-panas.html' title='Ais dan Serangan Jantung'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-5779339433773205800</id><published>2007-07-26T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:53:12.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durian'/><title type='text'>Durian</title><content type='html'>Nak makan durian? tiada duit? ini lah kedai yang boleh beli durian tanpa duit cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/RqleBfQQBOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LFDn0h6t-6M/s1600-h/pic06334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/RqleBfQQBOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LFDn0h6t-6M/s320/pic06334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091704233381594338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/RqldzfQQBNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iYXhDE2SM6E/s1600-h/pic00041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/RqldzfQQBNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iYXhDE2SM6E/s320/pic00041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091703992863425746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-5779339433773205800?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/5779339433773205800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=5779339433773205800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5779339433773205800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/5779339433773205800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/07/durian.html' title='Durian'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R36MOftHTo0/RqleBfQQBOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LFDn0h6t-6M/s72-c/pic06334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8322956347133815501.post-7329232337503902901</id><published>2007-07-26T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:54:01.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangsar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chimpeng'/><title type='text'>Chimpeng?</title><content type='html'>I was looking for an empty space to park my car at Bangsar when  suddenly there's a knock on the glass *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encik ah..tanya sikit ah..itu  Chimpeng mana ah..?" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa?" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chimpeng, Chimpeng...saya sudah  tanya itu guard ah.. dia ckaap sini ada satu Chimpeng..." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorrylah  Apek. Saya tak tau woh...Apa tempat itu Chimpeng?" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah...itu  Chimpeng balu punya..Saya mau pigi angkat wang la..." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tarak tau la  boss. Itu kedai ka apa?Along ka?" *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chimpeng bukan kedai ma..lu itu pun  tak tau ah..? itu Chimpeng macam itu Maypeng, Public Peng, RHetB Peng...itu  balu punya Peng.." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GUYS..WHAT DO YOU THINK THE BANK  IS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CIMB PENG..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8322956347133815501-7329232337503902901?l=kelakarlah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/feeds/7329232337503902901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8322956347133815501&amp;postID=7329232337503902901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7329232337503902901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8322956347133815501/posts/default/7329232337503902901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelakarlah.blogspot.com/2007/07/chimpeng.html' title='Chimpeng?'/><author><name>sharer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13294562111024681984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
