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Congratulations.      </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/LDpAqb5YjDg/three-year-mark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-b40rwK8BMTw/TwHqdh-bW7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/V8hRCEXJsgE/s72-c/program_thumb%25255B24%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/LDpAqb5YjDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2012/01/three-year-mark.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-6455734264933441116</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T17:35:57.159-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cerita Lapan Puluh Ringgit Tunai</title><atom:summary>“Propose to me again.” “OK. 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Grrrr…  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/vPA-wJDctrg/tweet-45.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/vPA-wJDctrg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/tweet-45.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-5360443090043166808</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T08:36:00.773-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tweet 44</title><atom:summary>OK, this is scary. I just realize something. Why is there a peephole on the door to my deck?  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/xzDphh48QUs/tweet-44.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/xzDphh48QUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/tweet-44.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-3342551141727506316</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-23T09:28:00.127-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tired of the Old Dashboard?</title><atom:summary>Try the minimalist dashboard: http://draft.blogger.com/ </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/J_34TYfacgM/tired-of-old-dashboard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/J_34TYfacgM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/tired-of-old-dashboard.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-5877559931931808752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-22T07:22:00.323-07:00</atom:updated><title>Generate Your QR Code</title><atom:summary>We have been relying on barcodes to inventory consumer products since after Wrigley’s first put a barcode on its chewing gums. As for book, the use of ISBN since 1966 has made book inventories more organized.

Since its first debut in 1991, the number of websites are still growing like mushrooms in Seattle in Fall. It only made sense that we start barcoding these websites too. The Quick-Response </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/XR61V2MdWjw/generate-your-qr-code.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RkDkRcRkae8/TlFM1wRT40I/AAAAAAAAAVE/bysCI20GB_k/s72-c/QR_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/XR61V2MdWjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/generate-your-qr-code.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-653498850851369002</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T07:56:00.647-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tweet 43</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/aK_vxPbMvRs/tweet-43.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-7iY9ta8pKl4/Tk6j29pHs1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/DH8syWPZJrg/s72-c/oxymoron_thumb%25255B30%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/aK_vxPbMvRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/tweet-43.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-9142572318531375370</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2011 17:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-20T10:53:00.146-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kalau Hati Ada Rupa</title><atom:summary>Semenjak, dua menjak ni, saya ada terasa hati sedikit. Saya tak pernah mengeluh, tapi bila orang menyapa, “Kau dah kerja?” Saya bilang, “Tunggu turn. Nanti dapatlah.”

Hati busuk. Kalau berita baik, dia kemain jealous. Kalau berita kurang cemerlang, dia banding-bandingkan kita dengan orang lain.

“Eh, apalah tak kerja lagi? Si Polan tu dah siap kerja kat company minyak lagi. Ribu-riban gaji dia.”</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/3ipVDXtCznI/kalau-hati-ada-rupa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/3ipVDXtCznI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/kalau-hati-ada-rupa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-7444698056687032391</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-19T07:12:00.288-07:00</atom:updated><title>Too Vain To Cook?</title><atom:summary>I shut another book done on Thursday. I had started and finished Stockett’s The Help in the middle of reading Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. Both books center around the lives of women. Anna Karenina is set in the late 19th century, while The Help depicts the life in the South during the civil rights movement in the US. Different centuries, different countries, one male writer, and one female writer.

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/0LRPWX253u0/too-vain-to-cook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/0LRPWX253u0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-vain-to-cook.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-3095128115566801196</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-18T08:26:00.417-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tweet 42</title><atom:summary>Diri ini ingin bertanya, “Raya tahun ni, baju raya beli di Paris atau tempah di London, Kak Rosmah?”   </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/jAYdV-BPpNA/tweet-42.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2Mj7rRdnLJU/TkxORoMqiyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SNO55ICpGes/s72-c/wlEmoticon-eyerollingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/jAYdV-BPpNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/tweet-42.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-8624052599741580677</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-17T10:32:00.290-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Can't Seem to Sing and I Don't Know Why</title><atom:summary>Singing and I are not on good terms. I have never sung right. My music knowledge is also very limited. I remember Search and Wings from hearing them on Busu's radio. I remember Spice Girls, Britney Spears, and The Corrs from hearing them on Mira’s. I remember 911, N'Sync, and Backstreet Boys because being in an all-girl school you're bound to hear the boy-band craze. I also remember Eminem, 50 </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/ANqVlzffdWk/i-can-seem-to-sing-and-i-don-know-why.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/ANqVlzffdWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-can-seem-to-sing-and-i-don-know-why.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-4145201350154486757</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-16T07:59:00.032-07:00</atom:updated><title>Easter Story</title><atom:summary>It was a beautiful Spring day. The cherry blossoms were blooming everywhere. A yellow Trabant was moving slowly, as if it were trying to act its age. Shortly, the Trabant was parked. Then, a young lady in a flowery dress whose name is Hilda Kühn emerged. Easter was coming in two days and she still had some shopping to do. Her whole family was going to be there.  

As she entered the store, she </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/iUED3T6w_xo/easter-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/iUED3T6w_xo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/easter-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-2052717209047487614</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T10:03:20.243-07:00</atom:updated><title>Awesome, Doe-some Rolls</title><atom:summary>3/8 cup milk
3/8 cup water
1/4 cup white sugar
1/2 tsp. Kosher salt
1 pkg. (2 1/4 tsp.) yeast
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 egg*, beaten
1/4 cup butter, melted
Warm up milk, water, sugar and salt together to the activating temperature for the yeast. Or microwave for 1.5 minutes.

Stir in yeast and let sit for 5 minutes.

Sift flour in a mixing bowl. Make a well in the flour. Pour in beaten egg</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/m6hFoCB6Rgo/awesome-doe-some-rolls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-z0aJmm9Jaq8/TkW_9oLlMJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HPoR18K1iGw/s72-c/rolls_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/m6hFoCB6Rgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/awesome-doe-some-rolls.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-2211036666695749366</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T10:02:32.269-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Measure of Kaya</title><atom:summary>

Ever wonder why Kaya Pandan comes in small tubs? That thing is packed with calories, hence the awesome, doe-some taste. Manufacturers want you to like their Seri Kaya, but they limit your intake and increase your purchase. You get Kaya, they also get kaya. And who says sellers don’t care about consumer’s health? Win-win?

M dah jadi hantu Kaya. I bought a tub of Kaya and it became an instant </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/C-4vykMfxm4/measure-of-kaya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-aEKIX9Q3P1E/TkbKWWXzByI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9Z3n7IMD-0M/s72-c/kaya_thumb%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/C-4vykMfxm4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/measure-of-kaya.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-874162787312914813</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-13T07:53:00.108-07:00</atom:updated><title>Does Everything Happen for a Reason?</title><atom:summary>Yes.

There are two ways to look at it. By popular belief, we say that bad luck precedes good luck. I happen to see it in a different light. Things happen as a result from our past choices. But, as humans, we tend to want rely on fate and are not always up to blaming ourselves. Biarlah jodoh yang menentukan.

Take a struggling producer/actress who sleeps in her dining room and rents out all her </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/MtwA_ekuE2E/does-everything-happen-for-reason.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/MtwA_ekuE2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/does-everything-happen-for-reason.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-4551593826675972666</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-12T09:27:00.067-07:00</atom:updated><title>Real Advices I Have Been Told And I’m Forwarding Them</title><atom:summary>“It is OK to not be perfect.” “If you don’t have a garage for your schmancy car, you can’t afford that car.” “Schedule to live, not to study or to work only.” “Angry people are angry at themselves.”For more advice: Things I've Learned
  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/XPaaeW2UFc8/real-advices-i-have-been-told-and-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/XPaaeW2UFc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/real-advices-i-have-been-told-and-im.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-724082171048566267</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-11T07:06:00.807-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pick Your Poison Or Shall I For You?</title><atom:summary>“We cannot teach our kids about condoms or pills because they will sin.” Trust me, people – they are already sinning, without the education and a lot of STDs. “I am better than you because I’m religious.” Well, well, religious people. Do you steal people’s money? Do you raise your voice at your parents? Do you parade your wealth? Do you curse at the driver who is trying to squeeze in? C’mon now, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/uaEJ2VkUEHY/pick-your-poison-or-shall-i-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/uaEJ2VkUEHY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/pick-your-poison-or-shall-i-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-6609230005534268779</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T09:55:37.569-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Slight Proof That I’m Worth Hiring</title><atom:summary>When I was younger, I had an unfortunate opportunity to meet with a sad 26-year old, whom at that time was making very little money with very little ambition. This person was very enthusiastic about video games, which I found and still find very irrational. As naïve as I was, I made a very smart mental note to myself: do not focus your energy on video games when you’re 26, please. Sometime this </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/92h0TW4ElaY/slight-proof-that-im-worth-hiring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/92h0TW4ElaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/slight-proof-that-im-worth-hiring.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-7130872515882681188</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T00:58:30.089-07:00</atom:updated><title>What would it take to get me to move back home?</title><atom:summary>A Naj Mahal built with tombong. Taj Mahal versi nama sendiri dan makanan kesukaan. Deal?  No, seriously, clean politics will make me move back home. I don’t want to climb higher because I know the must-be-knowns. I don’t want to get discounts because I am Malay by birth. I also want to end conservative thoughts on most things. ---  Teringat masa dulu. Jiwa remaja, suka cakap bongkak dengan Mama. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/_9slvgpHcrw/what-would-it-take-to-get-me-to-move.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/_9slvgpHcrw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-would-it-take-to-get-me-to-move.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-1382517770736728277</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-29T13:41:04.720-07:00</atom:updated><title>Liquid Science</title><atom:summary>I’m tired of listening to experts trying to get people to kick the soda habit. Well, I’m tired of people not listening to these experts. If words can make bridges, I would have built a bridge to Mars and back with these kick-your-soda-habit speeches. Yes, it isn’t rocket science—more like common sense. Often I run into articles that scream “Lose 5 Pounds in 5 Days”. Get out. And they will </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/orEFFXooThQ/liquid-science.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/orEFFXooThQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/07/liquid-science.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-7128342699678563558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-20T12:00:19.745-07:00</atom:updated><title>Seven-Year Itch</title><atom:summary>Please tell me that I’m going through a delayed-gratification moment. Enam tahun tak raya.  Enam tahun tak ada baju kurung baru.  Enam tahun tak makan kuih raya. Love you, miss you, mean it: Näyva Nak Raya  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/aURB72GfBEY/seven-year-itch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/aURB72GfBEY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/07/seven-year-itch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-3796178392513234999</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-14T17:48:39.710-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dear Melor,</title><atom:summary>Dulu-dulu masa kecik-kecik, Ayah awak dengan Aunty suka bergabung tenaga buat scientific experiments. Tok Wan ada jam loceng warna merah. Jam bersifat kotak. Butang loceng warna hitam bentuk oval. Ini jam zaman 80-an. Jarum jam glow in the dark, dalam gelap boleh teka pukul berapa [Datuk Harimau].  Satu hari, Tok Wan pergi kerja. Mak Long wasn’t in picture – lupa dia kat mana. We took the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/KgWL9HMKOuI/dear-melor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/KgWL9HMKOuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-melor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-116756740864688722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T09:37:51.425-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tweet 41</title><atom:summary>Officially an aunt.  Love, Aunty Deb  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/idd50YrrD3M/tweet-41.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/idd50YrrD3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/07/tweet-41.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-3030190117072573788</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-09T11:01:44.427-07:00</atom:updated><title>Yes</title><atom:summary>I’m reading about Bersih 2.0. Information that I’ve collected so far suggests that they are being reasonable.  [Taken from bersih.org]  Electoral reform  21-day minimum campaign period  Unrestricted access to media  End corruption and dirty politics [an oxymoron?] I read about what people outside the country think about this whole thing. Most assume that it is religion-related rally – well, it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/l-TghyRG0X0/yes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/l-TghyRG0X0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5436480118661780399.post-6771212744018442328</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-07T11:15:41.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>Language Lessons</title><atom:summary>At the dinner table, after practicing Chinese: “Say something in Malay.”  “Isteri saya ada rambut panjang.” [strokes my hair] “Isteri saya ada dua telinga.” “Isteri saya ada satu muluq (mulut).”  “What are these?” [shows hands]  “Can you give me a hint, please?” “Ta…”  “Oh, I know. Tangan! Oh, is that why you always ask me to angkat tangan when I’m driving?” “Yes. OK, what else?”  “Saya tak boleh</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~3/lNtDpE_5FgM/language-lessons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naïve Näyva)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UsefulOxymoron/~4/lNtDpE_5FgM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://naivenayva.blogspot.com/2011/07/language-lessons.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

