<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-9187385428570104689</id><updated>2024-10-25T01:03:30.888-07:00</updated><category term="Alice"/><category term="Anne"/><category term="Depp"/><category term="Hathaway"/><category term="Helena Bonham Carter"/><category term="Johnny"/><category term="Mad Hatter"/><category term="Mia Wasikowska"/><category term="Tweedledee"/><category term="Tweedledum"/><category term="Wonderland"/><category term="etika"/><category term="first"/><category term="ikmal ahmad"/><category term="life"/><category term="management"/><category term="memory"/><category term="past"/><category term="semester"/><title type='text'>Morning Nasi Lemak Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-3068454923141564259</id><published>2011-11-27T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:50:03.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.H.A.N.G.E</title><content type='html'>C.H.A.N.G.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only constant thing in the whole world is CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i hate to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they&#39;re in need of something, they&#39;ll be around.&lt;br /&gt;Once its fulfilled, they&#39;re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered countless times. Why is it so hard to be truthful and honest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you share everything, and forget as if nothing happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baffling.&lt;br /&gt;Mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off when I think back to everything you said before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it all a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a masquerade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I look like a dumb ass that is disposable once you&#39;ve filled your hole of loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t care what ever reason you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never justify the hurting you caused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn&#39;t matter whatever problem you&#39;re facing. Its not a reason for YOU to hurt ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a kid. I might act like one. But Im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I will never understand you&#39;re situation. Only if you TRIED to talk, I wouldn&#39;t be hurt as much as Im hurting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh when you said &quot;Dont mistake me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. Im still laughing.. With full of anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mistake me? How am I supposed to &quot;not mistake&quot; you when I know nothing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im not a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just a mere human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im allowed to misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im allowed to have my meltdown moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im allowed to be furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted meeting anyone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they somehow rather teach me a lesson in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE to say this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I sincerely REGRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU taught me a lesson. A lesson so painful its etched in my mind. It shrouds my judgement of every person I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant trust ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not after what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caused so much pain that no one ever had neither will inflict upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despise is a harsh word. But that best explains how i feel at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPISE. HATRED. VENGEANCE. ANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself when Im angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it turns me into a mean person; who is not myself. But you turned me into this freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you&#39;re happy with what you&#39;ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll NEVER be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its all YOUR FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hurts you to read this. Imagine how hurt I would be to even think about writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog never intended to be a place for me to pour out my emotional breakdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the moment, writing is the only way I seem to be able to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a personal attack to any individual. Just a meltdown from a  weakling who&#39;s no longer able to take disappointment and betrayal.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3068454923141564259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3068454923141564259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3068454923141564259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/change.html' title='C.H.A.N.G.E'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-7556097836270107455</id><published>2011-11-24T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:41:11.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Untold Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;~ Dozing off. Mind slowly rewinds back few years. School memories~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still remember the days in school where teachers used to tell me &quot; You all only need to struggle and study in school. Once you enter university, you can enjoy life!&quot;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Alarm rings.. Awakens~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot; &lt;i&gt;Damn it! I&#39;m late again! Arghhh!!! Forgot to print assignment again! Crap!! Got quiz! OMG! I didn&#39;t revise fully, how did I doze off..!&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back to the real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only what the teachers told me was true, I would be having 3 years honeymoon. Who ever thought that life of an university student was easy, think again. Its NEVER easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments, Mid-term exams, Quizzes, Journals, Questionnaires, Final exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most common headache of an undergraduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed the days where I used to sit down and babble with my friends during assembly without even hearing a single thing that the emcee would be talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those recess periods where we used to eat and laugh about almost anything and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only headache was homework. Of which I only do IF the teacher was a really strict and fierce person. Apart from that, would not even bother to touch the book once the school bag lands on the bed when I&#39;m home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having those carefree days back again would be the best gift I could be bestowed upon at the moment. Stressful life it is nowadays. Due dates for assignments seems to be approaching faster and faster. Mid term exams seems to get even harder and harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CGPA. Ughhh..  The most irritating thing that you will have to maintain for the course of your studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its never easy when your parents are not a graduate themselves. For them, studying in university and school seems to be the same. The matter of the fact is, its not the same by any means. And it becomes more hurtful when they dont seem to appreciate the hard work you put to achieve the results you obtained. Atleast be more supportive, I beg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping that everything goes smoothly this semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been the toughest time of my life so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been so emotionally weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been so physically prone to sickness and injuries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been so stressed with not only own workload, as well as helping out others when I barely have time for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. At least I still have to bear for the sake of my parents who worked so hard and spent so much on me to raise me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~peace&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7556097836270107455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/untold-truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7556097836270107455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7556097836270107455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/untold-truth.html' title='The Untold Truth'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-1219737759866706058</id><published>2011-11-18T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:11:41.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life&#39;s Never The Same Without You</title><content type='html'>Everyone has their most depressing moment in their lives.&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess now is my turn to go through mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was never easy to trust someone for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount of pain I&#39;ve gone through, not many people know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I took the courage. For you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seemed to happen so quickly. In fact, it was pretty fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it felt like I&#39;ve known you for a lifetime and shared everything with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment, I&#39;m not sure myself of what&#39;s happening around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know who you are. I know what ever you do, there is a reason behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you dont need to bear all this pain by yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised I&#39;d be with you not only when you&#39;re happy. Anyone can make you happy. But not many people are willing to lend a shoulder and help you bear the pain that you&#39;re going through yourself. I&#39;m always here. Always been here. Always will be here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever that has happened, has happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I pray to God for you is, &quot;Please keep her happy&quot;. Thats the only thing I want for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is not the same without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still care for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep that in mind. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1219737759866706058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifes-never-same-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/1219737759866706058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/1219737759866706058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifes-never-same-without-you.html' title='Life&#39;s Never The Same Without You'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-7263301517508520446</id><published>2011-01-11T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:12:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From 2010 &gt; 2011?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dah lame la pulak tak blogging nih... Bile start blog.. semua bahasa inggeris jea.. Kenape? Well.. Nie blog aku.. Suke hati aku la kan? Bahasa cine ke, russia ke, thai ke.. Janji blog aku..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time nak tulis blong nih memang kene tunggu mase.. Nak kate sebab feng shui, takde la jugak.. Ikot mood aku.. Kalau aku nak tulis, aku tulis la.. Topik pon mcm tu jugak.. Bergantung kepade situasi.. Mane la taw kalau ade orang bodoh buat aku marah ke, aku tergolek dlm longkang ke.. Aku akan blog la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok.. First semester dah pon habis.. Macam mane? Hampir 6 bulan lalu tanpe aku taw ape yang aku buat. Nak kate aku blaja, tak jugak.. Time nak exam jea.. Kelas pon ponteng,, Lecturer pon siap announce &quot;ade muke-muke kat sini yang saya kenal, lame hilang lepas cuti raya, tiba2 ada..Bagus la kalau dah insaf&quot; Perghh... Memang sentap habis.. Terase gile.. Mcm kene tembak jea kat muke.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setahu aku, aku banyak tido.. Sebab malam tak leh nak tido.. Sesi kopitiam di semua bilik yang aku kenal.. Dari isu-isu panas sampai la hal akademik dibincang.. Tapi yang lain2 rajin pulak pegi kelas.. Mid sem exam, takde buku pon.. Kenape? First reason tunggu duit PTPTN.. Bile dah masuk, mase tuh pinjam buku kawan, time exam lak die mintak balik.. Mati la aku.. Tak blaja utk mid sem... Perghh.. Memang mistake giler la... Sbb mid sem la kot, final exam aku kene effect.. carry mark rendah (tapi tak la rendah giler2).. Takpe! 2nd sem aku dah insaf!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dah habis first sem.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekarang? Cuti sem 1 bulan pon dah habis?? Aik! macam mane pulak tuh! Terperok jea kat rumah aku.. Rehat.. Hibernate.. Sebab ape? Motif? Second sem tak ley nak main2 lagi.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ape isu panas mase 1 BULAN dudok kat rumah nie? Tak ingat sangat.. Tapi yang paling bez, Malaysia menang Suzuki Cup.. Memang gegar flat nih.. Org yang tgh tido pon kene strok kot dgr aku jerit.. Pastu ade kes bunuh la buang bayi la.. Mmg sedih la dengar.. Ape la masalah diorg nie? Kenape nak bunuh org? Takde duit? Gi la kerje.. Tak blaja? Kerje la buruh kontraktor ke, DBKL ke.. Atleast halal.. Bangla dgn endon pon wat kerje halal.. Hine sgt ker wat kerje halal? Buang bayi lagi satu.. Seks luar nikah dah la haram.. Ko gi buang bayi lagi? Mmg sumpah kau mahluk hine.. Jijik! Sanggup ko buang anak sendiri?? Orang macam nih mmg patot masuk nerake..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently aku aktif Facebook.. 24/7, mcm 7-11.. Tak boley nak tido lak.. Sebab training kat kampus la nih.. Malam tak ley nak tido.. Bangun awal pulak.. Mate memang la merah.. Adoi... Ok.. Citer Facebook nih.. Ramai pulak yang tetibe aktif chat dgn aku.. Dari org yg aku tak pernah nmpk, sampai la org yg aku tak pernah tegur.. Takpe la.. Networking nih.. Pastu, aku giat usha profile org.. Sebab ape? Aku tak taw nak wat ape lagi.. Nak blog pon takde pape yang berlaku utk di-blog-kan..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku pon pelik.. Ramai kawan2 aku yg menghilangkan diri.. Mainly sebab diorg dah start sem.. UUM lambat sebab banjir.. So, cuti pon kene tunda.. Alright, fine! Jangan la bende nie berlaku lagi.. Henpon on.. Tapi yg call aku sape? Ayah aku, kalau tak pun, mak aku.. Yang lain2? Ghaib! Memang cantik ar.. Boley aku jimat jugak.. Kang gi kampus, bnyk lak nak kene kuar duit.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aim aku? Simpan duit PTPTN mcm emas.. Sebab ape? Kalau emergency? Pokai la aku.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tahun nie, aku takde azam baru! Sebab ape? Every year buat azam.. Pastu takde action.. Azam kekal sebagai azam shje.. So, tahun nie, aku reverse psychology lak.. Hope ia menjadi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Out~ &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7263301517508520446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-2010-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7263301517508520446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7263301517508520446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-2010-2011.html' title='From 2010 &gt; 2011?'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-7351216454387368554</id><published>2010-12-27T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:32:07.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So Missing Ikmal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ikmal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the barnacles kah itu? Adakah ia seekor Pokemon? Digimon? Atau haiwan dalam Yu-Gi-Oh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak! Jauh lebih hine dari semua itu.. hahaha.. Mungkin tak hine la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die nie, satu karektor dalam The Chronicles of Kannen.. Mmg antare karektor yg sgt memberi influence.. Aku tak ingat sangat bile aku kenal budak nih.. Mase darjah 4 kot.. Or darjah 5.. Tapi pelik.. Duduk 1 flat, tapi kenal lepas beberape tahun jea.. Kenape? Sbb parents aku paranoid sangat kot.. tak bagi aku keluar rumah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bibit-bibit permulaan adalah disebabkan oleh mak die.. Mak die bukan broker.. tapi jual ais krim.. Tak taw la sebab ape ia di panggil ais krim, tapi takde krim, ade ais jea.. Takpe, aku maafkan.. Singgah la kat rumah die, bayar 20 sen.. pastu baru kenal ade mamat nie! Cis.. Tak taw lak aku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu mule la lepak dengan die.. Abang die ade PS1 mase tuh.. Mase tuh Ps1 mmg kire gempak la.. The BEST game mase tuh.. so aku pon lepak/singgah usha2 diorg main.. budak2 la kate kan? pelik la tgk pesal arnab(Bugs Bunny) boleh pandu kerete and attack org? Game yg menarik perhatian aku.. tapi ade chain reaction lak.. Parents aku pon kene tempias, diorg pon MENARIK aku keluar dari rmh die.. selalu kene jerit &quot;Kannen come back!&quot;.. kate2 keramat yg menande kan ade hanger baju yg menanti kepulangan ku.. Mak aku pantang kot.. Die nak aku dok blaja jea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, slalu la kene bantai.. Tapi lelame, lali la pulak.. Lepas PS1, ade minat baru.. Minat yg bakal menelan RIBUAN ringgit... DECK POKEMON... Shit!! Mmg ADDICTED! walaupun aku tak labur bnyk.. Tapi aku main jgk.. Kumpul duit semate2 nak beli Deck + Booster.. Sanggup ikat perut kat sekolah! Siang ke malam,ke, ribut ke, hujan ke, main gak.. Tapi kali nie, mak aku dah tak kisah sgt.. Takde la kene penangan hanger.. sbb hanger tuh plastic.. pukul aku, hanger lak yg rosak/patah.. So mak aku nak jimat, die beralih ke sesi ceramah.. Sesi yg kadang-kala berlanjutan sehingga 2 jam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Budak nie mmg byk influence.. sbb ape? Ntah.. 1 kepale kot.. Die kdg2 alami sindrom kebodohan.. aku pon same gak.. Kene infect kot.. Suke gelak sesame. Nangis sesame? nangis sebab gelak ade la.. aku x igt lak bdk nie emo? robot kot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas Pokemon.. tak igt sgt ape yg di maen kan.. ade la main chess, red alert, yu-gi-oh, pokemon emulator,etc2.. Tapi xde lvl Addict-ness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu hari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si  Ikmal ni mmperkenalkan aku kepade satu game komputer.. aku tak paham kenape byk haiwan yg bunuh-membunuh,pastu boleh hidup balik? Ade pokok yg boleh baling batu gak.. Pelik.. Mati direjam oleh pokok! Malu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game ape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DotA!! Mmg igauan... siang malam dota! mengalahkan Deck pokemon! Mal ckp, Bijan yang kenalkn game nih.. Bijan juge adelah salah satu pokemon yg tinggal berhampiran kita.. Malang tidak berbau.. Aku tak taw lak yg aku akan addict kat DotA selama bertahun2!! damn it Ikmal! Its your fault!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi budak nie bukan sekadar ajar maen game jer.. owh tidak.. Die ajar aku Chemistry, Physics and Add Maths.. Aku tak reti nak mename kan chemical bond... aku fail ujian bulan mase form 5.. Mmg frust giler!! Malu nak mampos beb... Add Math x yah citer la.. Asyik wakil skolah dalam sukan.. Masuk kelas Add Math jea, Differentiation and Integration.. &quot;Ape nih?? knp ade bracket yg pelik tuh??&quot; aku tny diri sndri.. Pastu kene bahan dgn Miss Wong, Cikgu kelas + Cikgu Add Maths= my worst nightmare! Die boleh cakap &quot;Ehh, kenape you masuk kelas? Pegi la main lagi..&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak jea aku maki hamun die.. Macam la aku sengaje ponteng kelas.. Sekolah ku memerlukan khidmat dan kudrat ku.. Bukan ponteng kelas! #$@#%#@~!@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu sampai SPM.. Esok exam Add Math.. nak wat Quadratic Function pon x reti!! Aduhai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasib baik budak nih ajar aku.. Kalau tak, FAIL kot.. Mmg tuah berbau (opposite mlg x berbau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku berjaye Lulus! tapi x credit la.. janji LULUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics? Hmm.. Nak ckp ape.. Principal ajar Physics... start setiap bab dgn buat peta dunia kat white board.. Walaupon pade 2-3 bulan awal nyer mmg bez.. Lame2 rase nyampah lak nk blaja.. Tapi aku igt lagi! Aku suke wat yg heat transfer.. mmg bez.. sbb tuh jea yg senang.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bab blaja, aku dgn Mal mmg opposite.. Sejarah aku bgs (wpun aku x bace), tpi die allergic! Slalu fail.. Same la kes dgn Biology.. Kenape budak nie x suke sbjct yg senang? Sengal kot, jawab otak aku.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai apply matrikulasi and UPU pon letak sume same.. Kalau boleh, bilik pon nak same.. Mmg Gay habis.. tapi cilake pnye Add Math... sbb xde credit, aku xdpt matrix.. Ikmal dpt.. 1 tahun jea.. Aku dok merane 2 tahun wat STPM.. Tapi STPM pon aku enjoy gak.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Budak nie second year tgh wat course yg teramat di bangge kan.. Nuclear Science! salah seorang dripd 42/41 org di Asia Tenggara bak kate nye.. (tak nmpk motif kn?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku? Baru habis FIRST SEM, FIRST YEAR.. Buat ape? Business Admin.. Xpe la.. jnji kedua org dah masuk uni!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi budak nih masih menjadi igauan.. kali ini.. Movie crazy.. Tapi takpe.. Aku sanggup kalau die nie igauan aku brbanding mane2 makhluk lain yg aku tak kenal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai sekarang, kami saling bahan-membahani.. Motif? Mmg xde Motif.. Its just because he&#39;s Ikmal, and I&#39;m KANNEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.I.A!! I Freaking Hate You!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7351216454387368554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-missing-ikmal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7351216454387368554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7351216454387368554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-missing-ikmal.html' title='The Not So Missing Ikmal...'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-5942350624503195027</id><published>2010-12-27T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:44:43.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Merry Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;25th December 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarikh kebanyakan orang Kristian tunggu2 kan kot.. nak tgk ntah datuk siape pakai uniform ala kerje kat KFC turun dari langit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi ini hanya pendustaan semata-mata! tak ada bukti dalam mane-mane kitab yang aku pernah bace, Kitab Rig, Sama, Atharva, and Yajur, tak pernah sekali pon mention pasal Santa Claus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku blaja Sejarah sampai Form 6.. Teramat menyakitkan hati.. Untuk STPM ade 4 buku berbeza yg perlu dibaca.. Motif? nak taw brpe org gundik Maharaja Shih Huang Ti ade? Tak jugak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pon tak taw.. Dalam semua tamadun nie pon x pernah sebut Santa Claus! Mythbuster pon x bust Santa Claus sbb mereka taw yg makhluk tuh mmg MYTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. Kesian die... Motif aku maki maki Santa Claus? Gara-gara Santa Claus nie la Sabtu xde EPL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmg nak jea aku menjahanamkan Krismas.. tapi rugi lak cuti mak aku.. Nasib baik.. Sekarang memang la dah sem break. So far, aku blom wat pape yang menghiburkan diri sendiri atau pon pape yg mampu memberi signifikasi kpd hidup aku.. Atleast ade la aku blaja Statistic tuh sikit-sikit.. Atleast aku blaja.. Kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, aku gembira la jugak, sbb Malaysia menang lwn Indon kat Bkt Jalil dlm AFF Suzuki Cup..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nie baru kaki pertame (First leg, bak kate org Inggeris).. Kene maen lagi kat Indon.. Stadium Gelora Bung Karno.. Mmg bunyi mcm pernah dengar kan? Malaysia kalah 5-1 kot kat sini pada tanggal 1 December.. Takpe! Aku percaye Malaysia Boleh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah la Krismas.. Boley lak aku kene demam nih.. Mmg tak gune langsung.. Aku dok kat campus pon tak pernah ade masalah demam.. Balik jea ade sakit.. Kenape? Ntah.. persoalan yg tidak terjawab..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi hari Selase (esok) Arsenal lwn Chelsea.. Aku nak Chelsea menang BESAR! Aku nak jerit bangun kan semua penduduk PPR Sri Cempaka! Aku tak peduli!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi bace blog Si &lt;a href=&quot;http://themissingikmal.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Ikmal&lt;/a&gt;, nmpk lak yg die dah tgk Tron.. takpe la.. aku pon mcm x berminat nak tgk.. Rase seperti memalaskan sedikit.. Ntah kenape.. mgkn sbb dah biase duduk kat campus and tak wat pape.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next episode nak flashback sikit pasal Si &lt;a href=&quot;http://themissingikmal.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Ikmal&lt;/a&gt; nie.. Ade banyak memory dgn si penjenayah nie..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5942350624503195027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/5942350624503195027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/5942350624503195027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-merry-christmas.html' title='Not So Merry Christmas..'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-6673243234692450077</id><published>2010-12-23T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:13:34.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachiko: A Dog&#39;s Story 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkcu6P9XsP4RVl1EhO0RRHhg0WpWwC1aTJxVqQ10lSOn6mwrn2mMsd3vsCu8Iqn2zW1Z5ZKCUpD4hfjvSX_Dvoau0WoTVwQBjcA1JdDzG0Y_NuTGLXrENisHmwKcAlRxutKLhK9xSZzvT/s1600/Hachiko-_A_Dog_s_Story%2528movie_wallpaper_pictures_photo_pics_poster%2529%2528161209231203%2529A_dog_Story_7.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmEnm07RP1DN5plWOol6UtvHo8bnwT2UO1vIuucS3sTbAYRFIjSWfV2ouS9o67MwoFhJKxV3e8k9j_mDYbfcD5PBxXP2drwPQubFdKcwEVXR-38aaZtHPKBZdA5LL4gRM3NbtKbKaFQtC/s1600/hachiko_poster_big.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmEnm07RP1DN5plWOol6UtvHo8bnwT2UO1vIuucS3sTbAYRFIjSWfV2ouS9o67MwoFhJKxV3e8k9j_mDYbfcD5PBxXP2drwPQubFdKcwEVXR-38aaZtHPKBZdA5LL4gRM3NbtKbKaFQtC/s400/hachiko_poster_big.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553801398986369026&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hachiko: A Dog&#39;s Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay.. Where do we start here... Well, I was recommended by my best friend to watch this. He said that the movie is a totally touching story. Given from the fact that it is  a true story, making it more interesting to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZkcu6P9XsP4RVl1EhO0RRHhg0WpWwC1aTJxVqQ10lSOn6mwrn2mMsd3vsCu8Iqn2zW1Z5ZKCUpD4hfjvSX_Dvoau0WoTVwQBjcA1JdDzG0Y_NuTGLXrENisHmwKcAlRxutKLhK9xSZzvT/s400/Hachiko-_A_Dog_s_Story%2528movie_wallpaper_pictures_photo_pics_poster%2529%2528161209231203%2529A_dog_Story_7.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553803005849559714&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Richard Gere stars in the the movie would be an overstatement. The main role of the movie belonged to Hachiko, the dog. Yes. This movie isn&#39;t about Richard Gere&#39;s charming personality. Its the beautiful story of a truly grateful and loyal dog of his. I&#39;m reluctant to review this movie in detail because I believe that this is a story that EVERYONE should watch. It might simply give another dimension on why dogs ARE men&#39;s best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To those who have read this review, I do strongly suggest that you take the effort to search this movie, sit down and watch with your whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6673243234692450077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/hachiko-dogs-story-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6673243234692450077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6673243234692450077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/hachiko-dogs-story-2009.html' title='Hachiko: A Dog&#39;s Story 2009'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmEnm07RP1DN5plWOol6UtvHo8bnwT2UO1vIuucS3sTbAYRFIjSWfV2ouS9o67MwoFhJKxV3e8k9j_mDYbfcD5PBxXP2drwPQubFdKcwEVXR-38aaZtHPKBZdA5LL4gRM3NbtKbKaFQtC/s72-c/hachiko_poster_big.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-3806865289567029245</id><published>2010-12-23T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:01:44.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstoppable 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmMsOE-YaK9b41-W58LW1t-hpPHtsz-jpUiq9fCGmgnvhon1ibg1SSc_rJpHUNqy-Yq2woU0_t0rPcStmnzpIxCp01x7frbnmKlcqcjjat-IGwWW6K0PbABgXgOrs_xFPa0WA-TvTXSq6/s1600/unstoppable1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKO5Jk77WICTzajelG-zHn2KviRHu5NIBIhoX67dTfxjYcuffGSgyD8xph1dWdj24JCSTw_pd7oLwfettCxxGfCL4yxGh8vQ2D14MRe_nUGq9hS3lo7Ld5OJrVTgA1qxVgt86kRrYy1-T/s1600/Unstoppable+poster.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKO5Jk77WICTzajelG-zHn2KviRHu5NIBIhoX67dTfxjYcuffGSgyD8xph1dWdj24JCSTw_pd7oLwfettCxxGfCL4yxGh8vQ2D14MRe_nUGq9hS3lo7Ld5OJrVTgA1qxVgt86kRrYy1-T/s400/Unstoppable+poster.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553794992620740178&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unstoppable 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After watching the trailer, I knew that just had to watch this movie! I am more of the horror, thriller and action loving kind of person. So this movie suited me well.. Most people wouldn&#39;t notice that this movie is actually inspired from a true story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Starring Denzel Washington (you can never go wrong with Denzel Washington) and Chris Pine in this action filled thriller telling a story of an unmanned, half-mile-long freight train barreling toward a city. Denzel is a veteran engineer who has worked for the rail for more than 20 years goes to work just as he would on a normal day with his new conductor partner Chris Pine. Things start to go wrong when a careless engineer left one of the train unmanned, and the train begins to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The climax of the story is could Denzel and Chris do something to stop the train carrying deadly chemicals before into smashes in a city? Watch the movie and you will not be disappointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmMsOE-YaK9b41-W58LW1t-hpPHtsz-jpUiq9fCGmgnvhon1ibg1SSc_rJpHUNqy-Yq2woU0_t0rPcStmnzpIxCp01x7frbnmKlcqcjjat-IGwWW6K0PbABgXgOrs_xFPa0WA-TvTXSq6/s400/unstoppable1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553796996995282818&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3806865289567029245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/unstoppable-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3806865289567029245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3806865289567029245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/unstoppable-2010.html' title='Unstoppable 2010'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKO5Jk77WICTzajelG-zHn2KviRHu5NIBIhoX67dTfxjYcuffGSgyD8xph1dWdj24JCSTw_pd7oLwfettCxxGfCL4yxGh8vQ2D14MRe_nUGq9hS3lo7Ld5OJrVTgA1qxVgt86kRrYy1-T/s72-c/Unstoppable+poster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-3581302045236085226</id><published>2010-12-23T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:32:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Social Network 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYBgFDoMm8_CsLsD0y1FMz0uNe_mmRtqlfeOpXGKyYjarBgzblvClGW1BKu6rAp-FRUz-Y2tbkfpKGJ7JIAlwZyWEqdv8fCEB8JcRsiSv58VXGVbnB-_P9Swl_Vw5W_nu1oDeOLjkTgyE/s1600/The-Social-Network-movie-poster-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYBgFDoMm8_CsLsD0y1FMz0uNe_mmRtqlfeOpXGKyYjarBgzblvClGW1BKu6rAp-FRUz-Y2tbkfpKGJ7JIAlwZyWEqdv8fCEB8JcRsiSv58VXGVbnB-_P9Swl_Vw5W_nu1oDeOLjkTgyE/s400/The-Social-Network-movie-poster-1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553788466338106770&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Social Network&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; The Social Network&lt;/span&gt; is the true story on how &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; actually was created. At first, when i saw the trailer and posters, I was enthralled to watch this movie. A lot of thing was going at the back of my mind on how &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; was born..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first 5-10 minutes of the movie was such a bummer. My initial impression was, this is yet another movie with big promises that&#39;s going to under-achieve. It began with Mark Zuckerberg (played by Jesse Eisenberg) arguing with his girlfriend Erica Albright (Rooney Mara). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, it began to pick up pace and undeniably was a truly enjoyable experience. Moreover being a true story, it was beautifully plotted and was presented in such a way, the flashback was so simple to understand and co-relate with the present situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don&#39;t miss out on the movie. Though we do know that Mark Zuckerberg IS the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com&quot;&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; co-founder, watch it to fully understand on how it tells the tale of 2 friends as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;FYI: Facebook has &lt;b&gt;500 million&lt;/b&gt; members in &lt;b&gt;207&lt;/b&gt; different countries. It&#39;s currently valued at &lt;b&gt;25 BILLION&lt;/b&gt; (yes, &lt;b&gt;BILLION&lt;/b&gt;) &lt;b&gt;dollars!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3581302045236085226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/social-network-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3581302045236085226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3581302045236085226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/social-network-2010.html' title='The Social Network 2010'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYBgFDoMm8_CsLsD0y1FMz0uNe_mmRtqlfeOpXGKyYjarBgzblvClGW1BKu6rAp-FRUz-Y2tbkfpKGJ7JIAlwZyWEqdv8fCEB8JcRsiSv58VXGVbnB-_P9Swl_Vw5W_nu1oDeOLjkTgyE/s72-c/The-Social-Network-movie-poster-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-3693173666747283374</id><published>2010-12-22T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:10:36.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihggXhtFaG8rnT7D8fPbL5EbL3-3GjP58l3KBIELTrinOkyF7SDVXh0kSFgxXCOKAItfE5uhEY8H5Fav5kif8-S8VBITWoeaWwr2vpMBjgkFWD29lcZw6HBunKwi-3FCFLXPQwHUOnHzfE/s1600/narnia-3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00tqLVkP6b-ll8R42s4ZHL0bypJkDHaGdxMWrtPxfV88HWrR36Y3h2qqY5V-bXmOkMp4QKsoPLNpL1XoFOcAWr0QfCiBz2CXwDpyjsCp_3uD4RYxBsfwkLKwScR-XfrWDtNx8hTQCWP4O/s1600/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-3-Poster.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00tqLVkP6b-ll8R42s4ZHL0bypJkDHaGdxMWrtPxfV88HWrR36Y3h2qqY5V-bXmOkMp4QKsoPLNpL1XoFOcAWr0QfCiBz2CXwDpyjsCp_3uD4RYxBsfwkLKwScR-XfrWDtNx8hTQCWP4O/s400/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-3-Poster.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553783772123097170&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia is back with their 3rd installment to the movie franchise. What can we expect from this episode of Narnia? That was the exact same question I asked myself when i entered the hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In this episode, the movie revolves around Lucy Pevensie, her brother, Edmund Pevensie also their annoyingly talkative cousin, Eustace Scrubb and Prince Caspian of course. They were summoned back to Narnia to face another adventure in effort maintaining peace in the Narnian Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Though the movie does have some plus points, there are flaws as well. Half way of the movie, I was terribly bored and watching the movie was a torture. It lost my attention right at the moment where good movies should be captivating audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All in all, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader was a disappointment as I expected much more of it. Well, after watching the previous sequels, I cant see how The Chronicles of Narnia is going to improve. I pray that the good days are yet to come, if there&#39;s any continuation of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihggXhtFaG8rnT7D8fPbL5EbL3-3GjP58l3KBIELTrinOkyF7SDVXh0kSFgxXCOKAItfE5uhEY8H5Fav5kif8-S8VBITWoeaWwr2vpMBjgkFWD29lcZw6HBunKwi-3FCFLXPQwHUOnHzfE/s400/narnia-3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553786471258676450&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3693173666747283374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/chronicles-of-narnia-voyage-of-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3693173666747283374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/3693173666747283374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/chronicles-of-narnia-voyage-of-dawn.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of The Dawn Treader'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00tqLVkP6b-ll8R42s4ZHL0bypJkDHaGdxMWrtPxfV88HWrR36Y3h2qqY5V-bXmOkMp4QKsoPLNpL1XoFOcAWr0QfCiBz2CXwDpyjsCp_3uD4RYxBsfwkLKwScR-XfrWDtNx8hTQCWP4O/s72-c/The-Chronicles-of-Narnia-3-Poster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-4901627939071194133</id><published>2010-12-22T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:51:58.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsX4V3COc1S7lqrhFynx8Vm6OEuv-9aLDW1gv21bToEi0K8D_NXunVJUv4U9ibF1ThF_XHswKsuVuMCEoeoUn5H7MoMAviVwrwQSRONnwMLCKVJ9IPJqeGFUrKq8eSMtvjEuPOut0LkVX/s1600/Tangled-2010-Mega-Poster-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqyyWxr6B0L878gNlzacMAuaZ0sUg1iXIdKsS8Fjs0e-A-P0p4Z3hBactSrX0fvJz81kalRN6uJic5YGG5GZrDFS0ZB9g_RBXI7ZpZt19arOAS86Fb7hBWCHU3wwD7dexYYutGUNbk6B28/s1600/1292842690681tangled2010megaposter3.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqyyWxr6B0L878gNlzacMAuaZ0sUg1iXIdKsS8Fjs0e-A-P0p4Z3hBactSrX0fvJz81kalRN6uJic5YGG5GZrDFS0ZB9g_RBXI7ZpZt19arOAS86Fb7hBWCHU3wwD7dexYYutGUNbk6B28/s400/1292842690681tangled2010megaposter3.jpeg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553779609235238898&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tangled 2010 (Rapunzel)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tangled, also known as Rapunzel, is THE movie that over throned Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows on the second week of screening. It is a huge feat by an animation movie to be able to compete with one of the most successful movie sequels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After watching Tangled myself, I had no doubts on why it was more successful than the Harry Potter franchise. Tangled mainly goes about a princess who was abducted by a lady for the magical ability to heal or convert the health state of anyone. In this case, the ability to stay young forever (as long as Rapunzel is alive that is). And you might wonder why Rapunzel has such long hair? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, watch the movie and you wont be disappointed on how Nathan Greno &amp;amp; Byron Howard beautifully put together this wonderful tale.Watch the tale on how the lost princess unknowingly discovers the world with the help of the notorious Flynn Rider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Mandy Moore gave voice to Rapunzel, Zachary Levi for Flynn Ryder, and Donna Murphy for Mother Gothel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553774373428945186&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Devil 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The story revolves around 5 people who are trapped in a lift which among them is the devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The movie isn&#39;t really of a wide scope, rather than a few flashbacks, and its plotting is mainly in the lift as well as the security floor where 2 security guards monitoring their situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The story is quite of a thriller, but if you think you&#39;re going to watch the devil in action, going on a killing spree. Well, i hate to burst your bubble, but this is not the movie you&#39;ll be looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Even though the people in the lift will die, you would not know how nor who did it. Why? Well, if you want to know, its better if you watch the movie yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Overall, the movie is quite a disappointment, as the trailer was quite promising and personally, I feel the movie under-delivered.. But if you&#39;re just killing time, then no harm in spending time watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaU9Gq7DxC8tGPPZaFmdKVRPT8WAtqzG0IXuRwnqGJSlDugp5aZZI54_qc7GObhHmZRYd0EP7Nybwy1E0-kILmIUeVPo8ZS8yxq9jHKvAqv5oV-EXFfXoHWNEZXaehG6JDb-tdfL-D9WH/s400/Devil-2010-1.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553777138973926946&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9aQpEt1xPl5lKQKhOM-vlFsEL8vnOVi8r0FA4NWasOFbhixnIkJmHmeNUxV4EVFehx_rmkE2UiiPqDbTNzjPmiKYvw557nzE3KVMq0uMB3Eig2X8WW20pkCR4n1-cyyhPdlUMvTalwxGl/s1600/Tweedles2010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrFDlFcs41ePb8jRRqnCbedX0CYVL1-Tt2ijbyLXdafL6jY-NEx12m5IWt0M5ILov33iJeVBvpJ8hm9xi6QuLjq8NyE3_WzU4_mKKwbZkwsOdyKo3Nd4LtqIETLlPGB2AAEFGemwmK0i6/s320/alice_in_wonderland_ver7.jpg&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; &quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553764992569108914&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;What can you expect from this movie? Well, apart from the magical acting from Mr.Depp, the movie is colour filled with beautiful CGI graphics and wonderful background musics.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Even though there&#39;s nothing much difference in the story line, like most animated movies, its a joy to watch with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Johnny Depp (playing Mad Hatter) as usual mesmerizing with his performance.. Full credit goes to Depp for truly capturing his role and to act almost effortlessly. Helena Bonham Carter was able to give the Red Princess the real mean look (voice actually). Anne Hathaway also plays a role in the movie as the White Princess, did what she was required to, though I wouldn&#39;t say it was a great performance.. Mia Wasikowska acted as Alice and did admirably well.. Not much flaws from my point of view.  Tweedledee &amp;amp; Tweedledum given voice by Matt Lucas was an absolute joy to watch as they argued their way into our hearts.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9aQpEt1xPl5lKQKhOM-vlFsEL8vnOVi8r0FA4NWasOFbhixnIkJmHmeNUxV4EVFehx_rmkE2UiiPqDbTNzjPmiKYvw557nzE3KVMq0uMB3Eig2X8WW20pkCR4n1-cyyhPdlUMvTalwxGl/s320/Tweedles2010.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553771226510734370&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Alice in Wonderland is a perfect movie to bring the kids along as well as those who enjoy good acting. If you&#39;re looking for a breath of fresh air, you might pass this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/593217606737943121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/alice-in-wonderland-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/593217606737943121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/593217606737943121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/alice-in-wonderland-2010.html' title='Alice in Wonderland 2010'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrFDlFcs41ePb8jRRqnCbedX0CYVL1-Tt2ijbyLXdafL6jY-NEx12m5IWt0M5ILov33iJeVBvpJ8hm9xi6QuLjq8NyE3_WzU4_mKKwbZkwsOdyKo3Nd4LtqIETLlPGB2AAEFGemwmK0i6/s72-c/alice_in_wonderland_ver7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-6288148844083757219</id><published>2010-12-22T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:37:29.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been on a movie marathon lately..&lt;div&gt;It all began when i was back in campus.. As we might know, there&#39;s nothing much to do for entertainment in UUM.. So i began watching all the movies that was in EVERYONE&#39;s laptop.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that the semester break has just begun, and I&#39;m kinda bored of watching movies.. Maybe that&#39;s because i might have watched almost all the latest movies available..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what to do next? That was what I was thinking of earlier.. Then I thought, why not review the movies I&#39;ve watched? At least people who are looking for movies might get some information.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just see how people react on the reviews.. Discussions are most welcome :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6288148844083757219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/movie-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6288148844083757219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6288148844083757219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-5253938902916306107</id><published>2010-11-09T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:06:42.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;It wasn&#39;t actually a preplanned decision.. Everything was left to be decided till the last moment..&lt;br /&gt;I was twisting my mind over and over just to wonder if I made the right decision..&lt;br /&gt;Years has gone by without any meetings.. Being far apart and unable to value the meaning of family, this meeting has just turned things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perplexed. Why we were apart for so many years with occasional contacts. Family were supposed to stay together no matter what happens.. At least that is what they say.. The only thing that freaks me out in any indian family is, the family misunderstandings that will never be resolved. Our parents often reminds us to act like an adult and talk and solve any problems, however, it seems that they have a problem in practicing what they preach.. Why is it so hard to talk and solve any problems that arises? Is it some sort of ego? God knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a relief though to find out that the younger generations aren&#39;t as adamant and blunt headed as some people in the past are. A reunion after such long time apart was a breath of fresh air. I was first shocked with the unconditional love and care I was given. I wasn&#39;t really expecting that. In fact, I didn&#39;t even know what to expect. Many people don&#39;t realize that big things come in small packages. So does love. The smallest of gestures means a thousand words for me. The love you showed upon me, shall not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt that you would never forget me. I don&#39;t really know the reason behind of it, but we seemed to share a lot of similarities in the most pettiest of matters.. You were always there when I needed someone the most. You&#39;ve guided me through the dark when no one was willing to. And such distance between us was almost unacceptable. &quot;Why?&quot; That is the frequent question that runs through my mind whenever I&#39;m reminded of you. The moment you walked out the door, I felt as if the gap is being recreated.. As if history is repeating itself. But the comforting hug of yours, gave me all the assurance I needed to believe that things are gonna change soon.. And change for the better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all... As I always say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt; doesn&#39;t create relation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt; does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; ♥ &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5253938902916306107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/5253938902916306107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/5253938902916306107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-forgotten.html' title='The Long Forgotten'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-7436228527067546803</id><published>2010-10-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:22:15.752-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memory"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="past"/><title type='text'>Rekindling Rain</title><content type='html'>The rain brings back a lot of memories that I was wishing to put at the back of my mind..&lt;br /&gt;The days back when i was in Form 5 and through out my Form 6 life was totally unforgetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;Both of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of you bring memories of joy and pain whenever I&#39;m reminded about the past that we share. Even though most people say that time will heal everthing.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, they are wrong.. Time just reminds the heart how much of pain it has gone through..&lt;br /&gt;With you around, I feel appreciated. I laugh at memoirs that we share of our past. But now it just reminds me of what I have lost and what I&#39;m missing in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered pieces of glass cannot be fixed, so is the heart of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may bring a lot of obstacles, but as for people like me, there is no tougher obstacle compared to what I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;As much happiness you gave, double the misery I&#39;m going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me keep saying, don&#39;t trust girls.&lt;br /&gt;But in my case, I trusted the right person at the wrong time. We might not share any relationship, yet you mean alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wish that I made the same impact in you life, yet I do wish that I had a share of your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, you might not know the significance u play in my life, yet, I place u highly in my life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7436228527067546803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/rekindling-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7436228527067546803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7436228527067546803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/rekindling-rain.html' title='Rekindling Rain'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-8919304777394487189</id><published>2010-10-27T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:00:09.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Fun and Beginning of Misery</title><content type='html'>Finally the days of classes has ended..&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn&#39;t believe that 1 semester is almost over. It felt like it  was just today we came to this university.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I must admit that attending classes was a real pain, however it was an enjoyable moment. It was much different compared to school life. But the 8.00am classes are just unacceptable.. Aint it too early for a university student to wake up that early just to get to class, while the lecturers take their own sweet time and come as late as they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the classes has ended, it marks the day to start to prepare for final exams. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;Exams again.. Now I have to study no matter I like it or not... Who discovered these exams??&lt;br /&gt;Damn it...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8919304777394487189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-fun-and-beginning-of-misery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/8919304777394487189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/8919304777394487189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-fun-and-beginning-of-misery.html' title='End of Fun and Beginning of Misery'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-6667939480718377879</id><published>2010-10-13T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:27:13.541-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="etika"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ikmal ahmad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="management"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="semester"/><title type='text'>First Semester= Insignificant??</title><content type='html'>Wahh.... Mid term.... such a headache..&lt;br /&gt;subjects that I&#39;m taking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Management:&lt;br /&gt;- Pain in the A$$! no one actually understands what the class is all about. the  lecturer is a nice guy, but the subject aint.. who undestands leadership and suddenly you&#39;re talking about budgets? damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sains Pemikiran &amp;amp; Etika&lt;br /&gt;- Eti-what? what is this class?? what does it teach? how many chapters are they? no one really knows... week 1 until week 5, the class was packed full... but now... its almost empty.. attendance?&lt;br /&gt;simple... Touch N Go policy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TiTAS&lt;br /&gt;-God damn it... History again.... Form 1 until university... what does history gotta do with BBA? helps recruit people? or helps you learn statistic? at least the class aint so boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Asas Keusahawanan&lt;br /&gt;-Ahh... now.. THIS is a lecturer! rarely have classes, and we&#39;re almost done with the syllabus..&lt;br /&gt;How? well... the usual line in class is = &quot;ok, topik ini u boleh baca sendiri... haa... ini pun boley baca sendiri... senang saja.. Ok, saya pun penat.. jumpa next class... dah sign? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;class ends... no lecturer torture! you deserve a PROMOTION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Bahasa Melayu untuk Pengurusan&lt;br /&gt;-what?? this class is almost like a BM class for form 6 students.. however it does have alot of benefits... especially for APA system..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Sains Sosial.&lt;br /&gt;-Err... I cant really remember this class.. Dah 5-6 minggu kot aku tak pegi class nih... swear to god, such a waste! boley sekadar baca slide n buat exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i dont have Ko-K yet this sem.. I will end 1 sem later than my batchmates, yet who cares! I&#39;m having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment after assignment.. good thing that not all class has assignments.. some assignments are just a 1 man show, some I have no idea who did and submitted it.. such a wonderful groupmates. Even though they do piss me off sometime, its been easy completing assignments with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation.... Assignment, I had to do... Slides, I had to do... Presentation as well?? damn it..&lt;br /&gt;Tak gune la korang datang universiti kalo xnak buat presentation... tak yah grad kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas balik cuti raye nih.... rase macam diri ku menjadi semakin pemalas... lepas bace blog si anak &lt;a href=&quot;http://themissingikmal.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Ahmad&lt;/a&gt; nih, aku sedar... nih mesti penyakit yg Alim sebar kat aku nih! Dem u ahmadian! gara-gara kau, aku jadi pemalas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe it... there&#39;s less than 25 days to final exam! Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even think of what i have done in my first semester! Didnt go anywhere significant.. Didnt do anything significant.. Didnt study anything significant... In conclusion... my first sem life???&lt;br /&gt;INSIGNIFICANT!!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6667939480718377879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-semester-insignificant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6667939480718377879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6667939480718377879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-semester-insignificant.html' title='First Semester= Insignificant??'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-7369337024141404547</id><published>2010-09-01T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:08:20.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful is how it was meant to be</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m back after 2 months away with busy campus life 500km apart from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I&#39;m finally home, yet I feel something is missing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that&#39;s constantly pricking my heart and I wish I knew what was it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campus life was amazingly great... For once in my life, i feel that my burden was taken off my shoulders... All that mattered was my studies and how i enjoy my free time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home.... the facts of life struck me so hard I&#39;m still unable to justify my priorities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constant reminder of how hard life can be, how painful relations can turn into, how mind-bugging somethings can be.. And most of all.... How much you can miss some of peoples in your life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s been more than a year now... the first time i was swept off my feet by someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... the effects of it is still visible till this day i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything reminds me of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it! I dont wanna be reminded of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is slowly killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That apart... Uni life has been good so far... Assignments has been such a pain... not because its hard to do... just because I&#39;m a very lazy person.. Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey back home was also tiring... but it felt that we reached KL in a blink of an eye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i have 2 weeks to finish my assignments and also revise for my mid term...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~OuT~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7369337024141404547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/painful-is-how-it-was-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7369337024141404547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7369337024141404547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/painful-is-how-it-was-meant-to-be.html' title='Painful is how it was meant to be'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-2594638556733572701</id><published>2010-08-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:45:29.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Life</title><content type='html'>When i first stepped into THIS university, i thought that i have just entered into hell on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest town is 20 minutes away by bus, there are undergarment stealing monkeys, unhygienic washrooms, life bothering screams in the middle of the night..&lt;br /&gt;OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month has passed since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m literally enjoying life for the first time ever since childhood!&lt;br /&gt;i can go  to class without having to sing Negaraku, no more uniform... Freedom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all... the seniors are absolutely gems.. the total opposite to what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;they&#39;re taking care of us as if we are their own brothers, frequently checking on us if we already ate, our whereabouts and even buying supper for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe coming to here is not the most horrible decision i&#39;ve made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m loving life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I&#39;m not missing home that much... there are certain people and certain memory that keep on playing in my mind.. Gosh i wish i could go back to those days and re-live it..&lt;br /&gt;I miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the word that repeats itself each night when i go to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall wait for god&#39;s grace and see if there are things in store..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~out~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2594638556733572701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/unexpected-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/2594638556733572701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/2594638556733572701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/unexpected-life.html' title='Unexpected Life'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-7101047308585286456</id><published>2010-07-25T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:50:03.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When We Just Know Something&#39;s Wrong</title><content type='html'>Right now, I&#39;m sitting in my principle of managemment class with my lecturer infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. thats right.. She&#39;s blabbering away without any sense that we dont understand 1 bit of her class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class is considered one of THE most boring class in this whole university. Talking without any sense of direction and frequent long pauses (reminds me of MUET)... arghh... damn it...&lt;br /&gt;Such noob-ness.. who ever let her become a lecturer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure she&#39;s not experienced.. I can see some people are sleeping away, some are sick  and cant stand the cold, and the owner of this Netbook, listening to music! God is Great!&lt;br /&gt;Whoever didnt get enough sleep last night can just take their bath and come here and resume their sleep.. no problem whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Economic Forum..... who wants to know that? its not even coming out for the exam.. goodness gracious.. from japan, she goes to london, india annd china!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is totally similar to Form 5 life. Bahasa Malaysia class is almost non-exisistant.. he walks into class.. chit-chat... then class ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn la... got 1 hour more for class to finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmpphhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~adios amigos~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7101047308585286456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7101047308585286456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/7101047308585286456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-we.html' title='When We Just Know Something&#39;s Wrong'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-6248370455014042531</id><published>2010-07-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T03:39:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In Malay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;After reading Ikmal&#39;s blog. i wanted to know how it feels to blog in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i ever wrote an essay in Malay was during my SPM paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i miss those days where i could write without even thinking for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the near future I would write a post in Malay just to see how far i still can write in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With busy uni schedule and assignment and mid year exam within a months time, I might need to buck up and start studying.. As tiring it might be, I gotta do it..&lt;br /&gt;DEAN&#39;S LIST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing would it be if I graduate as a First Class Hons student.. O.M.G..&lt;br /&gt;Such a dreamer.. but who really cares! Where there&#39;s a will there is a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the next time i get the time, i could post a longer post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my senior for borrowing his laptop and broadband! God shall bless you for the good heart you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ãdios ãmigos~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6248370455014042531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-in-malay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6248370455014042531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6248370455014042531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-in-malay.html' title='A Day In Malay'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-8471759894239786672</id><published>2010-07-13T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:18:20.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Middle Of Nowhere?</title><content type='html'>Finally into University life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PHEW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hard work has finally paid off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only insight of university life that i had was that I would have time to relax with my friends and go to lectures and opt what time to go and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But DAMN i hit rock bottom when i came to THIS university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard that life is not a bed of roses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the very definition of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Class at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Finish at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Futsal with seniors.&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner stay back with senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the end Semester 1.&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna be stuck in Sem 1 forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m trying very hard not to think about home because I wanna concentrate on my studies only.&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are problems at home but at the moment, they cant be my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall be left to those at home to solve it, as for now I&#39;m not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lil beloved pig?&lt;br /&gt;Plagued by never ending troubles.. Why must she be tested so many times at such a fragile age?&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray and hope that things get better as time passes by..&lt;br /&gt;it might not be the most ideal time right now.&lt;br /&gt;but you will have to bear with it at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the first class for the subjects?&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see...&lt;br /&gt;After 1 class, I have 2 assignments to do.&lt;br /&gt;2 classes lecturer didnt attend. (Slept off after WC final presumably)&lt;br /&gt;1 lecturer came in and sold his books for 15minutes. And once sold out; Class ended!&lt;br /&gt;1 lecturer gave some notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to uni life I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly the freedom i expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an open prison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the computer at the lab will log off automatically after 1 hour?&lt;br /&gt;Damn you..&lt;br /&gt;How are students supposed to do their assignments if they only have an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such stupidity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 thing that has been a surprise to me is, how friendly the seniors are to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just a temporary thing before the truth starts to unfold..&lt;br /&gt;But God willing, I shall prevail!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Out~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8471759894239786672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-middle-of-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/8471759894239786672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/8471759894239786672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='In The Middle Of Nowhere?'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-6456551819808674438</id><published>2010-07-02T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:33:55.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Story Between You and Me That Others Will Never Be Able Understand ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&quot;I Love You Darlz! Take care!&quot; he said to her when leaving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;She gazed at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Standing inside the bus.. Slowly the bus left the stop... And He left Her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Most people would have thought that it was an ending of a typical love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;The truth is, it aint.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;This is just the beginning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;She came from a small family. Always troubled by never ending arguments and trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;She had a sister too. But sometimes she feels she&#39;s not appreciated by anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;INSECURITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;The biggest worry for all of Eve&#39;s descendants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Now that even her sister is far away. She only has Him to turn too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;He was the only one who was able to provide her the sense of security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Shield Her from terror and fears and console Her when she needed someone&#39;s shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Some might think that they are just over reacting. But deep down. Everyone needs someone to be there for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;She had Him at times she felt like the world is crumbling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;She had Him at times when she was enjoying life the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;But now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Twist of fate leads to separation of both; Him and Her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;The world seemed so unfair because she&#39;s away from everyone she held close to her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;But this is the time where She will grow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Time will nurture Her to belief in Her own ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Experience will teach her the harsh reality of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;A Lady She will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Distance will never be able to separate 2 hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;They loved each other and as time passed by, their bond was strengthened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;No words need to be uttered to express the thought of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;They might not been born in the same family;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Brothers and sisters they were;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;They loved each other so much;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;~Blood doesn&#39;t create relations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;does.~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6456551819808674438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-story-between-you-and-me-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6456551819808674438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/6456551819808674438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-story-between-you-and-me-that.html' title='A Beautiful Story Between You and Me That Others Will Never Be Able Understand ♥'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9187385428570104689.post-1032931745636946481</id><published>2010-07-02T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:55:47.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universiti Life?</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, universiti was the Holy Grail of all students.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what my Bahasa Malaysia teacher used to say: &quot;U semua nak pergi Menara Gading tak?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, i used to think, &quot;Gading? = Elephants trunk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would people wanna make Towers(Menara) with Trunks(Gading)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that we&#39;re all grown up, the so called Trunk Tower is the epitome of a students life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait a minute......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets roll back a few years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FF0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FFCC00;&quot;&gt;Standard 3&lt;/span&gt;= &quot;Oh crap!! I must pass my PTS to skip Standard 4! If i dont pass, people will think I&#39;m stupid!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FFCC66;&quot;&gt;Standard 6&lt;/span&gt;= &quot;UPSR??? damn it.. If i dun get good result, I dun get to go to those fancy school with fancy uniforms ! And i want boarding school!! &quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FFCC66;&quot;&gt;Form 3&lt;/span&gt;= &quot;Alamak! PMR.. If I fail Maths and Science, I cant become doctor, engineer, or lawyer!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FFCC66;&quot;&gt;Form 5&lt;/span&gt;= &quot; Alah... Exam again ah? haiz... if dun score, no scholarship ler... Damn it... MOM!! Where is my books??&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#FFCC66;&quot;&gt;Form 6&lt;/span&gt;= &quot;Damn it... I cant screw up again!&quot; After 2 months... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &quot; Ahhh.. homework can wait la... tired la.. sleep first!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that university life beckoning, whats in store next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blowing Vuvuzela in the ear at 3 AM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be a good alarm clock though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do we really need for staying in hostel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Do they have tv?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Can I watch the world cup final?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-did I pack enuf clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-how is the food there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got kitchen abo? if middle night hungry how ?? dead lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got alot question....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pack this, pack that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certify this, certify that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photostat this, photostat that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fill up this, fill up that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only it was as easy as going back to Primary 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... i guess we will only know if we are well prepared or not within the next few days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope those going to Sabah, Sarawak, Kedah, Pulau Pinang, bring all the relevant document...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine u left your original I/C at home.... DEAD.... how want to go back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it doesnt happen to anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to all of you out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May ALL the Gods Bless ALL of us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~**Signing out!**~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1032931745636946481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/universiti-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/1032931745636946481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9187385428570104689/posts/default/1032931745636946481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningnasilemakstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/universiti-life.html' title='Universiti Life?'/><author><name>Arunnan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807796366408764542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdZvQIEcfRvE04HLQkFcfvinMuiQujKQFNq1s8sP_fGq0eZzgq4erveo8Ob-pa7tvbadnKBK9PUoEZe_od1PEBUVCjTWAfysIH17zY7VXYYJGHUTcZVa5CncV6p7GEw/s220/Photo+0107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>