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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcAQX09eSp7ImA9WhdaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267</id><updated>2011-10-20T09:10:40.361-07:00</updated><category term="cooking" /><category term="contest" /><category term="show" /><category term="unique" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="peace" /><category term="relationship" /><category term="drive" /><category term="books" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="death" /><category term="fun holiday family" /><category term="information" /><category term="campaign" /><category term="college" /><category term="pregnant lady beauty" /><category term="music" /><category term="dream" /><category term="art" /><category term="awkward" /><category term="indie music" /><category term="happy" /><category term="gratitude" /><category term="Malaysia" /><category term="unique/bizarre" /><category term="Hosni Mubarak" /><category term="phone" /><category term="site" /><category term="online" /><category term="local news" /><category term="movie" /><category term="food" /><category term="teacher" /><category term="family" /><category term="campaign peace" /><category term="joke" /><category term="fun" /><category term="sick" /><category term="country music" /><category term="series" /><category term="dance ballroom champion sytycd calypso" /><category term="dance crew" /><category term="love" /><category term="webisode" /><category term="pet" /><category term="thinking" /><title>My Purp0se of Lif3</title><subtitle type="html">~To B3 or Not To B3~</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC" /><feedburner:info uri="mypurposeoflife/hsinc" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcAQXo4eip7ImA9WhdaEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-7003761021273025325</id><published>2011-10-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:10:40.432-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T09:10:40.432-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awkward" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drive" /><title>My Awkward Moment</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first ever awkward moment happened back in 2005. My best friends and I went out to an event at the beach on this beautiful, windy night. It was actually my first time driving at night; I am usually a day-like person. I don’t really feel comfortable stay behind the wheel when it’s night time because sometimes there’s no road lamp at some street and I was afraid that I might hit something, even when I turn on the headlights. Suffice to say that I don’t really trust my eyesight at night. But we went out anyway because we have been waiting for this event for months and I cannot just stay at home while MY fun is outside waiting. Since my friends still didn’t get their driving license then it was up to me to suck it all up, face my fear and drive right through it. And I did; I drove us there and for the first time I was being a great road citizen. As we expected, the event was a blast and we had the most fun we haven’t had in years. We stayed there for quite some time that we lost track of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn’t until 3 am that I finally decided to head home because there’s no way we’re going to wake up early tomorrow if we’re still on our feet this late. So we went to the parking lot, get in the car and drove off the highway. While I was driving very cautiously, there were a few numbers of motorcycles next to us and somehow I felt that someone is watching us so I make a quick head turn to my right and saw the bikers smiling at us. Feeling somewhat creepy, my friends and I just ignored them and I continued on driving. A few minutes later, out of a sudden those same motorists were knocking on my car door’s window while shouting something. I was so startled that I almost drove my car straight to the oncoming traffic. I was so angry at those rude motorists but couldn’t help but feeling scared at the same time. My friends urged me to drive a little faster because the motorists were still following and shouting at us. Without thinking any longer I stepped on the pedal and sped at about 140 km/ph, no longer being a great road citizen as I was before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends decided to call the police and like an angel answering our sudden prayers, we heard the sirens coming from behind our cars and my friends cheered loudly. Seconds later the traffic cop asked me to pull over but strangely enough, so do the bikers. But I was so relieved because this nightmare was finally over, or so I thought. When we pulled over, I quickly got out of the car and stormed to the cop, explaining frantically about what happened. For a moment there was a lot of chaos at the time because my friends and I as well as the bikers were talking at the same time, trying to defense ourselves. The cop - getting annoyed with his surroundings - quickly grabbed his whistle and blew it, shut us all up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The stern cop asked my friends and I for explanation and I told him confidently about how those bikers started following and harassing us. But then those bikers decided to cut us out and told the cop exactly what happened. Turned out, I was to blame. The reason those so-called rude bikers following and harassing us was because I forgot to turn on the head lights. I was too hyped after the event that even when I was being a great citizen, I still forgot to deal with the lights. Hearing that, the awkwardness fell into place and I felt my face almost exploded with shame. The cop quickly looked at me with a much more stern face than before. I couldn’t bear to look at him in the eye so I just put a little fake smile on my face and pleading for forgiveness, telling the cop that this will never happen again. Fortunately for us, the less stern cop just gave us a warning and told us that he will keep an eye on us the next time he sees us again. After that I felt so relieved yet embarrassed with all that’s happened. I don’t know if I can trust myself driving at night ever again, but this very awkward moment definitely has taught me to not get too party crazy and always be a great-down-to-the-last-detailed road citizen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-7003761021273025325?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/BcvF_Y2W55w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7003761021273025325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-awkward-moment.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/7003761021273025325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/7003761021273025325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/BcvF_Y2W55w/my-awkward-moment.html" title="My Awkward Moment" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-awkward-moment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMQ3k_cCp7ImA9WhdbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-3760660743112336637</id><published>2011-10-10T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:11:22.748-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T20:11:22.748-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="information" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Some Malaysians Should Be Ashamed</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhgFJHY0SqA/TpHZ2ttDZTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7miMI3fdUpc/s1600/302172_10150342460007698_741172697_7962282_2091330006_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhgFJHY0SqA/TpHZ2ttDZTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7miMI3fdUpc/s320/302172_10150342460007698_741172697_7962282_2091330006_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661545740586149170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great quote, and I didn't say that we should idolize her or whatnot because of what she stands for (not that it's a bad thing). Clearly everybody is entitled to their own opinions, but I truly loved her point of view here, and I 100% agreed with her on this. But on top of that, I couldn't help but feel ashamed; partly because here we can see a Western girl REALLY FOUGHT TO NOT BEING SEXY, and some of us Malaysians - Muslims no less - REALLY FOUGHT TO BE SEXY. "We" think that by being A BIT revealing we can attract A LOT of attention/get noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow ... long story short; love the shot, love her natural look, absolutely love the quote. Nothing but lotsa love here! (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! And here's what she has to say about the quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"  style="color:purple;"&gt;Modest is Hottest, Ladies. "I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassin&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;g  and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately  want to change me - dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a  fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a  picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable.  I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the  Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think  it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs  out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of  sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can  wonder. - Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-3760660743112336637?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/sJxb_8WsFOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3760660743112336637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-malaysians-should-be-ashamed.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3760660743112336637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3760660743112336637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/sJxb_8WsFOs/some-malaysians-should-be-ashamed.html" title="Some Malaysians Should Be Ashamed" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhgFJHY0SqA/TpHZ2ttDZTI/AAAAAAAAAcM/7miMI3fdUpc/s72-c/302172_10150342460007698_741172697_7962282_2091330006_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-malaysians-should-be-ashamed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BR3Y9fSp7ImA9WhdbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-2813080796466028098</id><published>2011-10-08T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:04:16.865-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-07T23:04:16.865-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="campaign" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Calling All Proud Bloggers !</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to share this exciting activity with those of you who happens to own a blog and being active on it 24/7. Blog Action Day has been bringing bloggers all around the world to blog about one global topic. Last year we talked about water, and this year it is a much more exciting topic :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOOD !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who doesn't love to eat, be it in small sizes or big. After all, we wouldn't be alive and breathing if it wasn't for food going down in our system would it? So let us all brainstorm and share the most amazing or unique food that you have ever ate or maybe those that you've hated on October 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what to do. Get your magic fingers on and start &lt;a href="http://says.my/dyadrene/BAD2011"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLICKING !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-2813080796466028098?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/mmC2Xz2nAss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2813080796466028098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/calling-all-proud-bloggers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/2813080796466028098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/2813080796466028098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/mmC2Xz2nAss/calling-all-proud-bloggers.html" title="Calling All Proud Bloggers !" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/calling-all-proud-bloggers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MAQ3w7fCp7ImA9WhdUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-3366934208398616207</id><published>2011-10-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T23:24:02.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T23:24:02.204-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><title>A Sudden Comeback</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Wow, this feels like forever. If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been writing for my blog for almost 3 months now. It’s like I stopped living and died, just like that. But that’s not the case at all. In fact, I have reached the point where my mind is completely shut down from pouring out all the great things that I wanted to write. And I can say that the reason I start writing right now is because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julie_%26_Julia"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I suddenly missed writing in my blog when I watched Julie wrote in hers, so I snapped out of this and be the person that I was. I love my blog and I love writing in it. I shouldn’t stop now; I have to continue regardless of what the contents are. Well, as long as I don’t write anything controversial that can risk my life then it should be fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a&gt;That being said, I will stop for now and come back later with all new stories which I have been dying to share with you. I know someone is reading my blog but I don’t know if there’s anyone at least 90% interested in them or REALLY reading them, but what the heck. I’ll write anyway.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-3366934208398616207?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/YwSvVL1Gy3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3366934208398616207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-comeback.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3366934208398616207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3366934208398616207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/YwSvVL1Gy3U/sudden-comeback.html" title="A Sudden Comeback" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/10/sudden-comeback.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBSXY8eip7ImA9WhZaGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-5148786571511572756</id><published>2011-07-07T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:39:18.872-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-06T11:39:18.872-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance ballroom champion sytycd calypso" /><title>No Wonder They're the US &amp; World Theatrical Ballroom Champion</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Am41T0PuhiI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="Eric Luna and Georgia Ambarian"&gt;Eric Luna and Georgia Ambarian ...what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-5148786571511572756?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/_MHOaepgjw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5148786571511572756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-wonder-theyre-us-world-theatrical.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/5148786571511572756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/5148786571511572756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/_MHOaepgjw0/no-wonder-theyre-us-world-theatrical.html" title="No Wonder They're the US &amp; World Theatrical Ballroom Champion" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Am41T0PuhiI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-wonder-theyre-us-world-theatrical.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFQ30yeCp7ImA9Wx9bGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-3176770741857597623</id><published>2011-03-01T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:28:32.390-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-28T20:28:32.390-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship" /><title>CONFESSIONS III</title><content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I received an application to join a college in Terengganu for my Diploma in 2005, and so with a lot of anxieties and excitement, I decided that it is time to be an independent person and go shooting for the moon. The reason I had so many doubts was because I have never been on my own this far, that is, I have never went to other state to continue my study. I have been in Kelantan all my life so it was a bit difficult for me. But then I guess, Terengganu is not that far and my family can still come visiting me on the weekend. The journey only takes about 2 hours, so I strengthened myself and went for it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met so many new and interesting friends here, and so was my next love story. We were in the same intake, and since the college is still new there were only a few of us, and it was very easy to get to know people. I remember him watching me with his charming smile when we gathered for our “Ice Breaking” session (a session to boost up your confidence and getting to know each other). But he wasn’t a standout in my eyes until this one night. Well, let’s just say that we got off to a very bad start but then it was my decision to take it to the next level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;Our relationship went on for a couple of months, and there were moments where we were madly and deeply in love, and then like any ordinary couple, there were moments where we fought like hell. It was on an off, and I started to wonder whether this relationship was ever meant to be. He was great in sport, particularly in football. Long story short, he was a jock. I loved watching him play and it always made me wants to play sports even more. I always felt like I needed to step up in sports as not to ruined his reputation by being my boyfriend so I played netball and badminton and even tried volleyball (that didn’t went so well, I freaking hate volleyball). I wanted him to feel proud for being mine; it’s all about impressing-your-boyfriend-so-he-doesn’t-feel-humiliated situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 18px; "&gt;One night when I was taking a week off for holiday we had another fight on the phone. It was unlike any other fights we had and I realized at that time that I was done. I was done with him, I was done with this relationship and I wanted out. I knew I should have done this a long time ago, but I guess I was not quite ready yet, because there was a time when I feel like I love him so much I just could not let go. But now, I was darn sure. So I broke up with him that night, over the phone. And, like my any other ex-boyfriends, he was furious. But we both got over it, or at least I did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Years went by and by the time I wrote this, we are still contacting each other, but there’s a lot of drama going on. I wanted to become friends but he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;, and the reason is because he still has deep feelings for me. I can’t really say that I trust those words because I got to admit that I have a huge problem with trust. I don’t trust people easily, especially men. It just gets me, but I’m still trying to work it out because, someday I have to let men in my life or otherwise I’m gonna end up alone till I die. Nobody wants that, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-3176770741857597623?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/z96uex7TWw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3176770741857597623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-story-part-3.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3176770741857597623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3176770741857597623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/z96uex7TWw8/love-story-part-3.html" title="CONFESSIONS III" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-story-part-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNSHo5cSp7ImA9Wx9bE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-4466004519162786962</id><published>2011-02-22T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:59:59.429-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T21:59:59.429-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="information" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Healthy Ways to Diet (According to Prophet Muhammad s.a.w.)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found this article about how Prophet Muhammad follows a diet and never fallen sick throughout His life. This is great for us Muslims because the methods are closely related to our Koran (Al-Quran).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO MILK + MEAT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO MEAT + FISH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO FISH + MILK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO CHICKEN + MILK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO FISH + EGG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO FISH + LETTUCE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO MILK + VINEGAR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO FRUIT + MILK (eg : COCKTAIL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a fruit first BEFORE you have your main meal, not the other way around. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleep about an hour after lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DON'T ever skip your dinner, for it is believed to increase the cholesterol in your body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was told in the Koran (Al-Quran) that having terrestrial food (eg : chicken) with seafood (eg : fish) is not encouraged. Science studies showed that there is an ion+ in a chicken and an ion- in a fish, and if those two are mixed together will resulted in a biochemical reaction which will damage our intestines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Koran also stated that among the best way to take a good care of our health such as :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have an early morning bath before dawn (&lt;i&gt;sebelum Subuh&lt;/i&gt;) or at least an hour before sunrise. It is believed that cold waters can reduce the fat accumulated in our body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always drink a glass of water (not icy waters) every morning, to avoid the risk of getting sick easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After every morning prayer (Subuh), it is believed that doing the &lt;i&gt;tafakur&lt;/i&gt; (prostration at least a minute after reading our prayer) can prevent migraines. Scientists have found a few millimeters of air space in the bloodstream that aren't filled with blood. By having the &lt;i&gt;tafakur&lt;/i&gt;  the blood will easily flow into the air space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-4466004519162786962?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/eRcPgYTK5xw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4466004519162786962/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/02/healthy-ways-to-diet-according-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4466004519162786962?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4466004519162786962?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/eRcPgYTK5xw/healthy-ways-to-diet-according-to.html" title="Healthy Ways to Diet (According to Prophet Muhammad s.a.w.)" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/02/healthy-ways-to-diet-according-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHSHo7eSp7ImA9Wx9VFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-7314783980218219967</id><published>2011-02-02T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T09:17:19.401-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-01T09:17:19.401-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaysia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hosni Mubarak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="information" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Malay Edition : Krisis Sebenar Darurat di Mesir</title><content type="html">Sumber : &lt;a href="http://jomphp.com/serius-krisis-sebenar-darurat-di-mesir-sebarkan-kepada-semua.html"&gt;Darurat di Mesir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau anda bukan duduk di bawah batu, pasti ada terdengar berita mengenai revolusi rakyat Mesir menentang kerajaan pimpinan Hosni Mubarak. Ketahuilah bahawa keadaan di sana adalah lebih teruk daripada jangkaan anda. Kalau anda baca akhbar harian atau tengok TV mainstream, anda tak tahu apa yang berlaku secara terperinci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau anda membaca post ini, harap boleh sebarkan di Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Tumblr atau mana-mana rangkaian sosial masing-masing. Kalau boleh biar satu Malaysia tahu sebab ianya sangat penting. Ini menyebabkan keselamatan, maruah, nyawa dan masa depan lebih 6,000 pelajar Malaysia di sana. Kita harap dengan tersebarnya maklumat ini pihak kerajaan dapat melakukan tindakan yang sewajarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angka sebenar jumlah pelajar Malaysia di sana tidak diketahui, tapi ada sumber memaklumkan terdapat 11,000 rakyat Malaysia tinggal di seluruh Mesir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa rujukan telah ditambah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nampaknya kita dapat melihat beberapa tindakan daripada kerajaan mengenai isu ini, Syabas, dan beberapa update daripada pembaca juga boleh dilihat di ruangan komen. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ringkasan : Rusuhan dan darurat di Mesir adalah berpunca daripada revolusi rakyat menentang kerajaan pimpinan Hosni Mubarak. Revolusi ini diinspirasikan daripada revolusi Tunisia baru-baru ini dan dijangka banyak negara Timur Tengah akan turut mengikut jejak langkah rakyat Tunisia dan Mesir untuk ber"demo". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hosni Mubarak adalah diktator yang memerintah Mesir selama 30 tahun, dan mungkin anda tidak tahu bahawa Hosni Mubarak adalah pemerintah yang kejam, perampas harta rakyat, sekutu US dan juga menyokong Israel. Media Malaysia kurang melaporkan berita mengenai ini dan ramai juga yang menjangkakan Mesir adalah sebuah negara yang aman dan tiada apa yang perlu dibimbangkan. Ternyata, semua jangkaan itu adalah salah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huru-hara dan rusuhan hampir di semua tempat di Mesir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Rusuhan berlaku dimana-mana tempat, orang awam bertempur dengan polis dan tentera, ramai telah terkorban dan cedera parah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Internet, komunikasi telefon bimbit disekat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Orang awam melalui hari-hari mendatang tanpa arah tujuan sejak kerajaan Mesir menyekat segala komunikasi dengan negara luar. Keadaan ini pastinya membimbangkan keluarga rakyat Malaysia yang gagal dihubungi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5,000 banduan terlepas dari penjara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Antara kes prison break terbesar setakat ini, sebanyak 5,000 orang banduan telah terlepas dari penjara. Bayangkan setelah sekian lama dipenjarakan, apa yang akan banduan-banduan tersebut lakukan setelah mereka bebas.&lt;/div&gt;Sumber : &lt;a href="http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/8041711-5000-most-dangerous-criminal-escaped-in-egypt/stories"&gt;Criminal Escaped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelajar Malaysia dirogol, dirompak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Khabar mengatakan bahawa terdapat pelajar Malaysia yang telah menjadi mangsa rogol dan rompak. Ini semestinya perkara serius yang tidak boleh dipandang remeh oleh kerajaan dan media Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;Sumber : &lt;a href="http://krisismesirnasibrakyatkita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nasib Rakyat Kita&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://krisismesirnasibrakyatkita.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagi-update-ttg-kes-rogol.html"&gt;Kes Rogol Rakyat Kita&lt;/a&gt;| &lt;a href="http://krisismesirnasibrakyatkita.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-0140am-3112011-isnin-gmt-8.html"&gt;Update Terkini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darurat, krisis tempat tinggal dan makanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ramai menghadapi masalah tempat tinggal disebabkan pencerobohan yang berlaku, dimana bekalan makanan juga dijangka berkurangan. Keadaan juga mungkin menjadi lebih teruk jikalau ada yang cedera dan memerlukan rawatan dengan segera tetapi bekalan ubatan juga berkurangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lapangan terbang, balai polis, kereta dimusnahkan, dibakar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TUg2pNZu69I/AAAAAAAAAa0/PKVSHSl2PBc/s1600/airport-di-bakar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TUg2pNZu69I/AAAAAAAAAa0/PKVSHSl2PBc/s320/airport-di-bakar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568761020843748306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Lapangan terbang pastinya tempat pertama yang akan dimusnahkan kerana ianya adalah penghubung utama dengan negara luar. Selain itu, terdapat banyak juga urusan penerbangan yang terpaksa dibatalkan atas sebab-sebab keselamatan. Manakala balai polis dan kenderaan juga telah diserang oleh perusuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloggers seluruh Malaysia, TAKE NOTE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Diminta sebarkan maklumat berikut dan minta kerajaan Malaysia supaya memberi keutamaan sebanyak mungkin untuk isu ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TUg5iFMA3EI/AAAAAAAAAa8/odItoo8UB64/s1600/mesir.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TUg5iFMA3EI/AAAAAAAAAa8/odItoo8UB64/s320/mesir.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568764196914519106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atau melalui : Facebook - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1030344362"&gt;Nuvul Nadiva Dizavch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; Twitter    - &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DYYADIZARCH#"&gt;DyyaDizarch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; Blog          - &lt;a href="http://dizarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadia-ism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; YM           - nadia_mdzin2001@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please let all Malaysians to know about this. I will do the same but I need your help too especially to all the bloggers out there. Let's get to the bottom of this. May Allah save our citizen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nadia-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagi yang inginkan lebih maklumat tentang ini boleh mengunjungi beberapa link berikut : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://krisismesirnasibrakyatkita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krisis Mesir, Nasib Pelajar Kita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Selamatkan-pelajar-dan-rakyat-Malaysia-di-Mesir/185618624791964?v=wall"&gt;Facebook Page - Selamatkan pelajar dan rakyat Malaysia di Mesir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://motherjones.com/mojo/2011/01/whats-happening-egypt-explained"&gt;What's Happening in Egypt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ariffshah.com/krisis-mesir-keadaan-sebenar-pelajar-malaysia/"&gt;Ariffshah : Krisis Mesir, Nasib Pelajar Kita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://obefiend.blogspot.com/2011/01/revolusi-piramid-bukan-mlm-mesir.html"&gt;Obefiend - Revolusi Piramid bukan MLM Mesir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-7314783980218219967?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/XJKPLr_kKzI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7314783980218219967/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/02/malay-edition-krisis-sebenar-darurat-di.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/7314783980218219967?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/7314783980218219967?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/XJKPLr_kKzI/malay-edition-krisis-sebenar-darurat-di.html" title="Malay Edition : Krisis Sebenar Darurat di Mesir" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TUg2pNZu69I/AAAAAAAAAa0/PKVSHSl2PBc/s72-c/airport-di-bakar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/02/malay-edition-krisis-sebenar-darurat-di.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ARXY9fSp7ImA9Wx9VEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-9143563492334376661</id><published>2011-01-26T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:35:44.865-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-26T00:35:44.865-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship" /><title>Confessions II</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SENIOR HIGH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;This is where it all began; journey through puberty, drama, the hot and cold of a teenager’s life. And this place is where I got to experience everything that I needed to. This place is where I met my all new love, who turned out to be my nightmare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I started my senior high’s first year somewhere in Kota Bharu, it is an all-girl’s school. I was supposed to continue my family legacy by having my education here, which I was loudly object but helpless to do anything about it. So I became a very rebellious teenager, it was like I had a schizophrenic moment throughout my 4 years here. But somehow, I manage to be rebellious without my family knowing it, and I don’t have any idea how I do it because I rebelled very loudly &amp;amp; clearly. Maybe I didn’t know that they knew; probably explain why I was forced to move to other school after my PMR exam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Back to the topic, on my fourth year, my friend secretly had a guy friend called F from other school where she would call him from the payphone at our school and chatting for hours. One day, my friend asked me to give F a call. Later I found out that F didn’t have a cellphone, and he has been using his friend’s phone called I all this while. So my friend begged me to talk to I so that he could lend his phone to F one more time. And here my friend is where it all began.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;We started to build our friendship and it somehow went fast to romance-ship. I didn’t know it was love at first, and after I confessed his newfound love to me I started to feel something. I didn’t know what it was but I knew I like him and my heart pounded every time I heard his soothing voice. After a few months, I finally had the courage to tell him that I love him, or so I thought. Every night I’d call him from the payphone and there’s this one time where I spent RM30 of my phone card overnight! And yet, we still haven’t met each other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;On October, I have decided to meet him on the weekend for the first time. I was completely nervous because I’ve never been on a date before and I was so scared that my family’s going to find out about this because I know I’d toast. But then I tried to build my courage and went to town anyway with my friends accompanying me. When I finally met him, I was quite overwhelmed because he looked so much better than I thought he’d be. He was good looking, matured and too good to be true. The second I saw him I was like, “Oh, I bet he’ll regret his decision of being my boyfriend because we’ve got absolutely nothing in common.” But I was wrong, he felt what he felt and I was more amazed by this guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;As months went by, I suddenly realized that I didn’t have a strong feeling for this guy. I thought I love him but I was wrong. I felt more and more uncomfortable when I talked to him and even more uncomfortable when we went through our second date. After having deep thoughts for a week I’ve decided to break up with him. He was furious when I told him the reason and refused to let me go. I remember him crying over the phone and that made me even more guilty, but I know that by letting him go now I’ve saved him much more pain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I don’t know where he is now but I hope that someday, somehow he will forgive me for what I have done to him. And I wish him well and happy and I hope that he has found the one person that he truly deserves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-9143563492334376661?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/bJLzqn47D1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/9143563492334376661/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions-ii.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/9143563492334376661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/9143563492334376661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/bJLzqn47D1A/confessions-ii.html" title="Confessions II" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions-ii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DQX47fip7ImA9Wx9XGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-8639937509169702415</id><published>2011-01-12T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T03:31:10.006-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-12T03:31:10.006-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnant lady beauty" /><title>What More Can I Say ?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TS2PUUKCCFI/AAAAAAAAAas/F24lwqA2mxY/s1600/164307_182869658402068_100000371046559_516252_5718761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TS2PUUKCCFI/AAAAAAAAAas/F24lwqA2mxY/s320/164307_182869658402068_100000371046559_516252_5718761_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561258694043371602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sape kata ibu mengandung tak hot ? Guys, eat your heart out. This mama is definitely stunning even on her 7th month of pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Credits to Kak Nita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-8639937509169702415?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/JLZ62kFB_eY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8639937509169702415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/evidence.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/8639937509169702415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/8639937509169702415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/JLZ62kFB_eY/evidence.html" title="What More Can I Say ?" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TS2PUUKCCFI/AAAAAAAAAas/F24lwqA2mxY/s72-c/164307_182869658402068_100000371046559_516252_5718761_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/evidence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIHRXs5cSp7ImA9Wx9XF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-5368038800934075256</id><published>2011-01-11T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:55:34.529-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-10T18:55:34.529-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun holiday family" /><title>The Comeback</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes ! Finally after 4++ years, I was back to the place where my maturity developed lol - Kuala Terengganu. All the sweet and sour memories started to come rushing in. I love that place, and probably always will. That was where I had my Diploma in Business Computing, my first love, my participation in marching as well as being a part of the Student Representative Council otherwise known as MPP. Lots of memories there, and I absolutely thrilled to come back, even just for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our first trip was to Sutra Beach Resort at Setiu. We had a nice room overlooking the beach and the feeling was overwhelming, which we haven't felt that way since the last time we went for a holiday at the beach. The next day we went for 2 days' stay at Ri-Yaz Heritage, which is a very expensive but had the most beautiful room I've ever seen. It is located near Pulau Duyong which is where our next adventure was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love the whole experience while we're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvE_3k_lnI/AAAAAAAAAak/MhoIJM6mdBA/s1600/T%2527ganu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvE_3k_lnI/AAAAAAAAAak/MhoIJM6mdBA/s320/T%2527ganu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560754766448924274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvEO5YkuhI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1P1YIbKMws/s1600/Ganu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvEO5YkuhI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1P1YIbKMws/s320/Ganu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560753925120113170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvDU2qnxHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/bm4E7T7trUU/s1600/KT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvDU2qnxHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/bm4E7T7trUU/s320/KT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560752927958090866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-5368038800934075256?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/HsXmQe8plqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5368038800934075256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/comeback.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/5368038800934075256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/5368038800934075256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/HsXmQe8plqM/comeback.html" title="The Comeback" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TSvE_3k_lnI/AAAAAAAAAak/MhoIJM6mdBA/s72-c/T%2527ganu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2011/01/comeback.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGRns7fip7ImA9Wx9SEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-4894243432446451340</id><published>2010-11-30T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T05:05:27.506-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T05:05:27.506-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="campaign peace" /><title>Say NO to Child Abuse !</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Did you know that an average of 7 children in Malaysia suffered abuse every day in 2008, and these were only the reported cases? Many more experience abuse in silence and behind closed doors. Like all children, they too have a right to a happy childhood, free of abuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 19px; "&gt;UNICEF has started a nationwide movement called "Get on Board" to provide the public with the information, insight and resources to stop child abuse. This knowledge will empower everyone to protect the children in our families and communities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia.youthsays.com/DyaDrene/unicef"&gt;&lt;img alt="Audra--2-2-original" src="http://a3.v4.youthsays.com/system/promotional_kits/9/large/audra--2-2-original.png?1287642950" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/"&gt;JOIN YOUTHSAYS NOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 19px; "&gt;The more people who raise their hand to be counted, the stronger the campaign becomes to deter an abuser from hurting a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', 'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-4894243432446451340?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/ooMkR_g8xUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4894243432446451340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/say-no-to-child-abuse.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4894243432446451340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4894243432446451340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/ooMkR_g8xUU/say-no-to-child-abuse.html" title="Say NO to Child Abuse !" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/say-no-to-child-abuse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNQHg_fSp7ImA9Wx9VEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-799093530355750862</id><published>2010-11-29T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:41:31.645-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-26T00:41:31.645-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship" /><title>Confessions I</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“They say that confession is good for our soul. It helps to remind us back to what we are before. They also say how much the truth hurts even though it reveals the real you. And that is what we call LIFE. REALITY.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, FANTASY sounds more soothing and looks even better but we are wearing masks when we are in it. It is not real, yet we kept denying and continue holding onto what we call DREAMS.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This statement is like a wake up call to me when I first saw it scribbled on some wall, and so my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Throughout my life I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been in denial and fantasy because I refuse to admit how sucks my life was (possibly still is). That being said, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean I’m rejecting what Allah gave me because honest to God, I love what I have. I just hate myself for taking a lot of these things for granted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. My. God. What the heck am I babbling about? Anyways, since this topic is about CONFESSION, I would like to confess about my so called LOVE LIFE since I was little till I am big enough to have real feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Goodness, hope this won’t bore you people out there. I just felt like confessing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. After all, this is my blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUNIOR HIGH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was my classmate for a few years, and we have been friends on and off. When I turned 12, I was offered a position as the school library assistant. And coincidentally enough, he was the head of the school library. Since there’s no one interested to fill in that position, and considering I am a book addict so I thought what the heck right? And yes, like you guys predicted, I took the so called job and began my duties to keep those books and the library safe, clean and in perfect order every day. As the day went by I began loving these duties, and it also improves my friendship with him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can’t really remember exactly when did we make it official. You know, taking the relationship to the next level if I may. But what I do remember is we kinda exchanged letters (it’s the time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;postals&lt;/span&gt; are a big deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) through a third party; our friends. I remembered listening to Backstreet Boys’ 10 000 Promises song while reading my first love letter in my bedroom after we finished our night class. I was so caught up with the emotions I got from the song and reading the letter that it made me cry; sorta like someone was proposing to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. And there he is, MY FIRST LOVE (or so I thought).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;After UPSR we parted ways; he went to MRSM and I went to a boarding school not too far from home. We lost contact for a few years until sometime later when I was taking my Diploma, that’s the first time I heard his voice when we talked through the phone. And he was in India becoming a doctor. Well, long story short .. he is gonna get married next year with the love of his life and I wish him well. Though I definitely will never forget all the good times we had when we thought we’re in love, even the memory of us taking our first picture together during a Talent Show that night at our school. It’s the best memory I think, and the ONLY memory  I could remember because unfortunately my friend who took the picture literally forgot to put the film in that camera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 115%; "&gt;**To be continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-799093530355750862?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/0tqRJ2Ek6L0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/799093530355750862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/confessions-part-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/799093530355750862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/799093530355750862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/0tqRJ2Ek6L0/confessions-part-i.html" title="Confessions I" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/confessions-part-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MEQ3g_fip7ImA9Wx5aEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-637583410465554402</id><published>2010-11-08T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:03:22.646-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-07T19:03:22.646-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contest" /><title>2Good2BeTrue</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://on.fb.me/CIMB2G2BT2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3-ap-southeast-1.amazonaws.com/cimbbank/2g2bt-my/embeddable_button_opt2v2.jpg?v=1.2" style="margin-bottom:10px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-637583410465554402?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/TsRANQou6x4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/637583410465554402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/2good2betrue.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/637583410465554402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/637583410465554402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/TsRANQou6x4/2good2betrue.html" title="2Good2BeTrue" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/2good2betrue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGRXo6fCp7ImA9Wx5bFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-4148190864336246635</id><published>2010-11-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:10:24.414-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T01:10:24.414-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Hari Bahagia Puteri Bongsu Bonda Gayah</title><content type="html">Finally the joyous day has come for our dearest auntie. She has tied the knot with a man called husband. What's more exhilarating was that it's held on Eid Mubarak, so we got to celebrate two greatest events at once. I gotta admit, things get pretty hectic and chaos but when we saw her smiling in that wedding dress, all is worth it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5ynOScDcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GiihcHGgNn8/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5ynOScDcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GiihcHGgNn8/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534487010260815298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5zDp8cQQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lTbhKpjQVzc/s1600/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5zDp8cQQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lTbhKpjQVzc/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534487498721083650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5zbL6ln2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/es2l-fx7Wj0/s1600/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5zbL6ln2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/es2l-fx7Wj0/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534487902977105762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5zsUF_WqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5cKw_6bylZQ/s1600/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5zsUF_WqI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5cKw_6bylZQ/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534488197230189218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5z-RDCLuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PVX_c4RXJ00/s1600/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5z-RDCLuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PVX_c4RXJ00/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534488505650130658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM50KRxURnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tqYm4p-DimU/s1600/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM50KRxURnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tqYm4p-DimU/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534488712002684530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM50WDYPj0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/3zvT6gd5T2k/s1600/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM50WDYPj0I/AAAAAAAAAXo/3zvT6gd5T2k/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534488914297851714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM505RlrFeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5oJ-qHe_i6A/s1600/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM505RlrFeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5oJ-qHe_i6A/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534489519407699426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To che su, many congratulations and I wish you all around happiness, wealth and health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-4148190864336246635?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/-tNOh2pCGI8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4148190864336246635/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/hari-bahagia-puteri-bongsu-bonda-gayah.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4148190864336246635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4148190864336246635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/-tNOh2pCGI8/hari-bahagia-puteri-bongsu-bonda-gayah.html" title="Hari Bahagia Puteri Bongsu Bonda Gayah" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5ynOScDcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GiihcHGgNn8/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/hari-bahagia-puteri-bongsu-bonda-gayah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANRXYyfCp7ImA9Wx5bFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-4229917775890429058</id><published>2010-11-01T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:49:54.894-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T00:49:54.894-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet" /><title>Newest Obsession</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought these cutie pies last October 22nd. Gotta thank dearest cousin for pleading us to make a quick stop to Pet Wonderland at Mid Valley. Saw them for the second time in a very long time and automatically fell in love. Yes, I had a pair of hamsters when I was 13, unfortunately they didn't make it because nobody was there to take care of them. These things need an all around care so with everybody's working and schools to attend, there's just no way. I felt so bad when it happened because the female just gave birth and those babies also died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now, I knew better and I learnt a lot about hamsters, so after a few thoughts I decided to give another shot and try my hardest to keep them alive at least long enough. Fortunately that thing didn't cost much, so I just had to spend a lot on their house, food and bedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, without further ado, I present to you :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5uatZ6SfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GRyUW7hSGGE/s1600/24102010857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5uatZ6SfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GRyUW7hSGGE/s320/24102010857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534482397228845554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fluffy, the active one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5vCbwaTLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/z564d5zwnfQ/s1600/24102010858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5vCbwaTLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/z564d5zwnfQ/s320/24102010858.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534483079686147250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bun, the quiet and shy one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5wB7aARXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l51jGqSodxE/s1600/24102010856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5wB7aARXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/l51jGqSodxE/s320/24102010856.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534484170513859954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-4229917775890429058?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/yQMO9Z7ACr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4229917775890429058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/newest-obsession.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4229917775890429058?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/4229917775890429058?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/yQMO9Z7ACr8/newest-obsession.html" title="Newest Obsession" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TM5uatZ6SfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GRyUW7hSGGE/s72-c/24102010857.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/11/newest-obsession.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQXo9eyp7ImA9Wx5TGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-4750731490461646197</id><published>2010-08-04T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:50:00.463-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T19:50:00.463-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><title>Windows Logon Screen</title><content type="html">I love, love, love my selections of Windows logon screen ! There are 5 of them but I'm having a difficult time choosing them. I guess I'll change them each week so that I can enjoy every single one of them !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TFlRber9qAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1cSpphFyE-A/s1600/26269_1380302140408_1017561524_1118174_8231532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TFlRber9qAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1cSpphFyE-A/s400/26269_1380302140408_1017561524_1118174_8231532_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501517952345548802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TFlRa-B6GQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/vS7hfnF_YVE/s1600/26269_1380297100282_1017561524_1118163_719809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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Wow, I gotta say, that news was shocking when I first heard about it. Of all the million things, a simple and innocent hiccup is actually fatal. In general, a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; hiccup is a spasm of the diaphragm, the sheet of muscle that controls breathing, accompanied by a sudden intake of breath and the closing of the epiglottis, the bit of tissue at the back of the throat that can close the airway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to a trusted sources,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;rdinary hiccups, resulting from things like overeating and stress are usually benign. But hiccups can also indicate a serious problem, and a prolonged, uncontrollable bout may lead to debilitating consequences like fatigue, weight loss, depression, problems with heart rhythm, esophageal reflux and possibly exhaustion and death in a weakened patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The hiccup case was also mentioned in one of the episodes of Grey's Anatomy (Season 3, Episode 22), where Meredith's stepmother, Susan came to SGH with hiccups that won't seem to stop, and later was treated with an endoscopy. Endoscopy involves examining the inside of a person's body using an endoscope (a medical device consisting a tube with a light and a video camera). The images of a person's inside can be seen on a screen. It's nothing much actually, and all the doctors assured that it was a simple procedure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But then Susan came to the hospital for a second time with a fever and a murmur which could be a result of the treatment for her hiccups. They gave her antibiotics, but then the next day Susan starts having cramps, and unfortunately septic. When they rushed her into the surgery, it was all too late. She died, out of hiccups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was glad that I watched Grey's Anatomy because I can actually learn a lot of unexpected disease from this series and be aware of it. From now on, I will not taking hiccups for granted anymore, because the simplest and smallest disease can actually KILL you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;  color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma" style="color: rgb(45, 110, 137); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-5486316112370711335?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/3LnbDlfyCr0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5486316112370711335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/08/beware-of-hiccups.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/5486316112370711335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/5486316112370711335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/3LnbDlfyCr0/beware-of-hiccups.html" title="Beware of Hiccups !" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/08/beware-of-hiccups.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQHo5fCp7ImA9Wx5TGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-585560795912606475</id><published>2010-08-04T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:13:41.424-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T20:13:41.424-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><title>RIP Muhd Afiq</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the beautiful morning of July 28th, I received a text message from one of my college friend, telling me that our friend Afiq passed away. I was still sleeping by the time she sent the message, and at first I thought she was kidding. But then I thought again, people are not that stupid enough to be joking about death. So I asked her again, which Afiq, cos it's a common name, and maybe anyone at our college has that same name. But in my heart, as selfish as that may sound, I was really hoping that that person wouldn't be OUR friend from the same intake, the Muhd Afiq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime later, I received a devastating text message, saying that that person is indeed, OUR Muhd Afiq. I was so shocked that I thought I was still dreaming. I was hoping that it was just a nightmare, but it didn't turn out that way. I cannot believe that our dear friend just .... gone. In the blink of an eye. But I still wasn't so sure, so I immediately online and saw a lot of my friends' Facebook status indicating that Muhd Afiq has really passed away early that morning. According to a their family, he was getting his wudhu' done in the bathroom when he suddenly slipped and fell, head first. He fell so fast and hard that the floor tiles were literally broken into pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I found out that he's gone, truth be told, I was traumatized. All the memories of losing the people that I love came at once. My little brother, my uncle, my cousin, and then my dad. Now, my friend. Although we're not that close, but we've known each other for over two years, from the moment we stepped into that college until now. And that's the reason why I refuse to come to his funeral, refuse to cry, and refuse to post this entry until today. To all my friends, I apologize for my disrespectful, honestly this wasn't my intention at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When my dad died, I became someone else, someone that wasn't me at all. I became hopeless, my spirit weakened, and I actually almost destroyed my graduating year. I almost failed that final semester. I was so lucky that I passed and graduate. All that happened because I was weak, that I somehow lost to my own emotions. But after that I promised to myself that whatever happens, I will become a COLD person. I will never bow down to my feelings, my overly emotional feelings for the sake of my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, i am cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Afiq, I wanted to say million thanks for all the help that you've given to us. You are a wonderful spirit we've ever known, you are inspirational (we all know how high your ambition is to become a millionaire so that you can help your family) and you are indeed ..... OUR FRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rojiun ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TFj5aIrNEJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mfGncPHXRog/s1600/30187_398328489384_780534384_3975846_6661952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TFj5aIrNEJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mfGncPHXRog/s400/30187_398328489384_780534384_3975846_6661952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501421172233670802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-585560795912606475?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/hyQgGaaU_cA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/585560795912606475/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/08/rip-muhd-afiq.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/585560795912606475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/585560795912606475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/hyQgGaaU_cA/rip-muhd-afiq.html" title="RIP Muhd Afiq" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TFj5aIrNEJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mfGncPHXRog/s72-c/30187_398328489384_780534384_3975846_6661952_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/08/rip-muhd-afiq.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MDSHk9eyp7ImA9WxFbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-1620581454348303332</id><published>2010-07-11T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:17:59.763-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T22:17:59.763-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke" /><title>Why Women Hate the World Cup (Well, some of them)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a while since I last post an entry for this blog .. I wanted to apologize because I was so busy with final exams and all last month .. but now I am freakin' back yay ! So I don't have much to tell, but since we are in a World Cup mood, I figured why not post about this ? But just so you know I am not a football fan, so this entry is merely for jokes and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not saying that I post this due to a similar personal experience that I had with this clip lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .. have fun all World Cup haters haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/yRIkhnCkL3I/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="450" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRIkhnCkL3I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRIkhnCkL3I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-1620581454348303332?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/b9ddbKIezDc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1620581454348303332/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-women-hate-world-cup-well-some-of.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/1620581454348303332?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/1620581454348303332?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/b9ddbKIezDc/why-women-hate-world-cup-well-some-of.html" title="Why Women Hate the World Cup (Well, some of them)" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-women-hate-world-cup-well-some-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGQ3w_eCp7ImA9WxFUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-2699322691391035500</id><published>2010-06-25T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:00:22.240-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T11:00:22.240-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="campaign" /><title>My Blog is Carbon Neutral</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TCObN70OmFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aNf3HTbKg3M/s1600/carbon-neutral-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TCObN70OmFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aNf3HTbKg3M/s400/carbon-neutral-white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486399434764752978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name itself says it all. Who would've thought that by blogging you can even help protect the  Mother Nature? But yes, apparently it is true because believe it or not, we can still create carbon dioxide just by blogging because an average website causes about 0.02g of carbon dioxide each visit. Just imagine if your blog/website has more than 15,000 visits per month .. wow, it will become a serious pollution !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately this programme can help neutralise our blog/website so we can surf better. The most exciting part is, by blogging about this "Make It Green" programme, they will PLANT A TREE FOR OUR BLOG - FREE ! This is definitely for a good cause and I am all about good cause ! What more can you ask for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be a part of this, just do the following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) Write a blog post about the initiative + insert your favorite button (example above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Email the link to your post to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;CO2-neutral@kaufda.de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3) We plant a tree for your blog in Plumas' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Just remember to visit &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaufda.de/umwelt/carbon-neutral/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to help yourself understand better. It's a good way to start taking care of this earth before it's too late !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;a href="http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma"&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-2699322691391035500?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/aDYHUn2sHkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2699322691391035500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-blog-is-carbon-neutral.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/2699322691391035500?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/2699322691391035500?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/aDYHUn2sHkM/my-blog-is-carbon-neutral.html" title="My Blog is Carbon Neutral" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TCObN70OmFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aNf3HTbKg3M/s72-c/carbon-neutral-white.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-blog-is-carbon-neutral.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GQ308fCp7ImA9WxFVEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-3384049607500900087</id><published>2010-06-10T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:22:02.374-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T23:22:02.374-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contest" /><title>My Water Moments</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't really take pictures of myself. One of the reasons? I don't have my own camera. So it's bad enough that you have to borrow someone else to capture your moments on the spot, but you also gotta figure out how to let them lend their camera for you to bring along for a 3 days journey, maybe more. Everybody wants their own thingies right? Somehow we felt safer having our own things to do whatever we want, whenever we want, wherever we want; at least we don't have to worry like crazy if there's something wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you ask me, I always have a thing on Sony products. I already got the &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/nw-e013f/sku/nw-e013f_bm+e"&gt;Sony mp3&lt;/a&gt; (use it for almost 2 years and still looking good) and now I desperately need a &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/dsc-tx5"&gt;Sony digital camera&lt;/a&gt; for snapping a better shot. That being said, whenever I wanted to snap a shot I either borrow others camera or use our own less digitized camera and therefore, these are the unfortunate outcomes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBV4jaa_qI/AAAAAAAAATw/HtySG7M9brA/s1600/15024_1363821488402_1017561524_1077628_3466650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBV4jaa_qI/AAAAAAAAATw/HtySG7M9brA/s400/15024_1363821488402_1017561524_1077628_3466650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480975176576990882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moment without &lt;a href="http://www.digitalcamerareviews.org.uk/sony-digital-cameras/bionz-image-processing-engine-brain-sony-cameras/"&gt;BIONZ Image Processor&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.sony.co.uk/article/id/1212656565642"&gt;Carl Zeiss Vario-Tessar lens&lt;/a&gt; feature&lt;br /&gt;Using a less digitized camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBWbg46Y6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/fz0YcaPtVH8/s1600/0007000HbcL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBWbg46Y6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/fz0YcaPtVH8/s400/0007000HbcL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480975777194992546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moment without &lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/190444/sonys_handheld_twilight_mode_and_advanced_scene_recognition.html"&gt;Handheld Twilight&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/learn/?/key=sensitivity"&gt;ISO Sensitivity 400&lt;/a&gt; feature&lt;br /&gt;Taken around 10 pm; my friends said I looked darker (which I'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBZYLtj2mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ia7QjSQ9wnA/s1600/27033_105926756098446_100000433652897_145424_7945228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBZYLtj2mI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ia7QjSQ9wnA/s400/27033_105926756098446_100000433652897_145424_7945228_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480979018505509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moment without &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/learn/?/key=sensitivity"&gt;ISO Sensitivity 100&lt;/a&gt; feature&lt;br /&gt;Can't really see some of our faces because of the bright light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBZPQ-ohKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/R7MEFf-gkhk/s1600/26202_113078585383263_100000433652897_171886_384935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBZPQ-ohKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/R7MEFf-gkhk/s400/26202_113078585383263_100000433652897_171886_384935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480978865300472994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moment without &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/dsc-tx5"&gt;Sony Cyber-shot DSC-TX5 water-proof&lt;/a&gt; feature.&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest shot ever captured when dealing with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pathetic isn't it? Which is why I need my own Sony TX5 to capture my own breathtaking moments so that I can get my own continuous satisfaction !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;a href="http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma"&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-3384049607500900087?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/TkW-rvU3L4Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3384049607500900087/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-unfortunate-water-moments.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3384049607500900087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/3384049607500900087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/TkW-rvU3L4Q/my-unfortunate-water-moments.html" title="My Water Moments" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TBBV4jaa_qI/AAAAAAAAATw/HtySG7M9brA/s72-c/15024_1363821488402_1017561524_1077628_3466650_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-unfortunate-water-moments.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQHY8fSp7ImA9WxFbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-1251727089229533784</id><published>2010-06-08T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:05:01.875-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-02T23:05:01.875-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unique" /><title>Walk about 1000 Miles in Nick's Body</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What did you do with your hands and legs everyday ? Did you use them to go jogging or playing basketball ? Did you use them to cook or even play with your brothers and sisters ? Did you use them to go driving around the neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did you just lying on your bed watching television all day ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Nick found out about your lack of activities, he would probably kick you in the butt or slap you in the face. But, since he doesn't have neither hands nor legs, I guess you'll be safe for now. Yes, we are talking about the remarkable Nick Vujicic, a preacher, motivational speaker, and the Director of  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://lifewithoutlimbs.org/"&gt;LIFE WITHOUT LIMBS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For some of us, we already knew about him, he has been around the media for most of the time. But, do we really KNOW him ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TA5YRZDYicI/AAAAAAAAATo/mgrHy8a1Zo8/s1600/nick-vujicic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TA5YRZDYicI/AAAAAAAAATo/mgrHy8a1Zo8/s400/nick-vujicic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480414852362570178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was the first-born of a Serbian family with the rare Tetra-amelia disorder - missing both arms at shoulder level and legless but with two small feet, one of which has two toes. Growing up as a disabled child, he once contemplating suicide at the age of 8 but when he faced with a life-changing experience, he started anew. Now, he is a proud 26 year-old guy happily living his life to the fullest and never regrets his existence on this earth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DxlJWJ_WfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0DxlJWJ_WfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is absolutely an inspiration for me who is still whining about my plus size figure and continuous acne problem. What a spirit, what a joy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;a href="http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma"&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-1251727089229533784?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/EW6uJ3Qw3K4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1251727089229533784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/walk-about-1000-miles-in-nicks-body.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/1251727089229533784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/1251727089229533784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/EW6uJ3Qw3K4/walk-about-1000-miles-in-nicks-body.html" title="Walk about 1000 Miles in Nick's Body" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQNy7c6gP-s/TA5YRZDYicI/AAAAAAAAATo/mgrHy8a1Zo8/s72-c/nick-vujicic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/walk-about-1000-miles-in-nicks-body.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMQX86cCp7ImA9WxFbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-2798959340651514140</id><published>2010-06-02T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:08:00.118-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-02T23:08:00.118-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indie music" /><title>ATT</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My apologies for not posting anything new for the past few days, I was quite busy considering the final examinations are just a few weeks away. But anyways, today I wanted to talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/azlanandthetypewriter"&gt;AZLAN &amp;amp; THE TYPEWRITER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with their latest single Gerak Hati. Now I'm sure every Malaysians know about them, and the ATT's already announcing those lucky winners who successfully created a music video for Gerak Hati, all from 3 different colleges. Watch them and evaluate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First place : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;UiTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGXTWwz_vA0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGXTWwz_vA0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second place : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;MMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9HUbYc567s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9HUbYc567s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third place : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;SEGI College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zF6ICjcVrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zF6ICjcVrc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;a href="http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma"&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-2798959340651514140?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/Y-Q7kLs-RjU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2798959340651514140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/att.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/2798959340651514140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/2798959340651514140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/Y-Q7kLs-RjU/att.html" title="ATT" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/06/att.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBRnY9eCp7ImA9WxFbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8358630163404370267.post-7458728591612618448</id><published>2010-05-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:09:17.860-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-02T23:09:17.860-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Dedicated to a Friend</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes love sucks, and you can't help but to say that you're all to blame when love doesn't go well with your life and the others. But that's life. We all know how does it feel to not being able to tell the other person exactly how we feel and to make matters worse, we choose to suck everything in. "Sorry," is all that I can say to you, girl. However, always remember that we, as a human being, are the creation, we are temporary. Love around here is not that important. Love for the afterlife is what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So girl, this is for you. Cry. Scream. Let it out. You'll feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uthxUVMcYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uthxUVMcYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saya tahu contest "Hidup Untuk Memberi" dari blog &lt;a href="http://denaihati.com/acer-aspire-one-untuk-anda-miliki-percuma"&gt;Denaihati.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8358630163404370267-7458728591612618448?l=nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~4/Yn9E_FvdYvs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7458728591612618448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/05/dedicated-to-friend.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/7458728591612618448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8358630163404370267/posts/default/7458728591612618448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyPurposeOfLife/HSINC/~3/Yn9E_FvdYvs/dedicated-to-friend.html" title="Dedicated to a Friend" /><author><name>Dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324940244925706162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GfF7qFAeBk/ToqoBcTQy3I/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZFtVwfIg9UQ/s220/314599_2286793762132_1017561524_2579156_1264987237_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nizuijinhaihaoma.blogspot.com/2010/05/dedicated-to-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

