<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0IDSXo4eip7ImA9WhZSGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811</id><updated>2011-04-05T02:26:18.432-07:00</updated><title>Ramble Curators:</title><subtitle type='html'>by Aziey the clueless and Denna the Emotionless...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIER3o5fCp7ImA9Wx9VEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-7287912782408459118</id><published>2011-01-26T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T07:08:26.424-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-26T07:08:26.424-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious'/><title>Home is where the heart is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes when you travel away from home, a little piece of you would be left in that particular place.&amp;nbsp; —some piece of you that you might never knew was there and that you can only know and be that piece &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I can't articulate it in words but somehow that is how it felt, at least to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I am writing this now, I am writing from the comfort of my own room , in Kuching Sarawak. Most of my friends are not with me here at  the moment, they are either still studying or working OUTSIDE Sarawak.  One thing I couldn't helped but noticed is that people keep asking me  "Bila nak balik?". The question made me ponder for awhile... To my  understanding, the term "balik" is used when you are refering to  somewhere you belongs. For the question "Bila nak balik?", how do I  answer?? I am already home. By right, I AM already "balik"! Then it hit me, &lt;b&gt;"Home is where the heart is, home where our feet may leave but not our hearts"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 2 years studying in Shah Alam, I could never say I miss it. Probably because, I just don't! From the moment I got off the plane heading to UiTM Puncak Perdana for the first time till the day I packed my luggage coming back home to Kuching on the last day of my Bachelor Degree years. I just don't miss it. I don't look forward to go through it again and I don't want to be in Puncak Perdana for any possible reason. However, while I was in Shah Alam, I was blessed to meet all sort of amazing people who leave unforgettable marks in my life. These people, they seems to came just when I needed them, as if some sort of angel in disguise. And these people are also the ones who asked me, "Bila nak balik?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am touched. I don't miss Shah Alam but I found myself constantly missing moments I had in Shah Alam. Then I realized, I miss them. Its not Shah Alam that I want to "balik" to but to them, to be with them. I don't want to go to Shah Alam if they are not there. I don't want to go to Shah Alam if the Naharuddin family is not there, I don't want to go to Puncak Perdana if the GTL girls are not there. Because I don't miss the place, I miss the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Home is where the heart is given up,... and they have pieces of my heart, which I left unconsciously only to realize it now...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TUAb9esEQFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rXBGlmsRMNo/s1600/home+is+where+the+heart+is.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TUAb9esEQFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rXBGlmsRMNo/s400/home+is+where+the+heart+is.JPG" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/839492270798288811-7287912782408459118?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/7287912782408459118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-is-where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/7287912782408459118?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/7287912782408459118?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is.'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07852390507384731855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TUAb9esEQFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/rXBGlmsRMNo/s72-c/home+is+where+the+heart+is.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AMRHg7eSp7ImA9Wx9WGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-8038245979043682923</id><published>2011-01-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:23:05.601-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-25T10:23:05.601-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious'/><title>I want to give, give, give and always giving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I turn 24. As usual, I like my birthday to be peaceful, no fuss, no big deal. But of course, I am blessed with so much love and these people just won't let it be at peace, they just need to fuss anyway. Huu... Thank you God, for giving me such blessing. I know I am nobody great to receive such bliss, for I am weak and full of flaws.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lazimnya birthday sinonim dengan celebration, ada birthday cakes, ada gifts and presents from friends. Kadang-kadang kawan-kawan and families buat suprise party, be it grand or small, semuanya untuk satu tujuan, -- to celebrate the joy of life. I usually don't have any particular feelings about my birthday. I appreciate what my loved ones had done for me, I do, I really do. It's just that I don't quite like the idea of them running around here and there, getting themselves tired just because of me. Still, I know I am truly blessed because each year, there will always be "the fussy ones" and thus making each year best time of my life! Thank you dear, I love you too. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usually I don't think much of birthday wishes. I never took it seriously, but I don't know what has gotten into me lately. I've been contemplating a lot. So this year, as the year added yet another number into my age, I decide I am going to have a birthday wish. For all my life, I've been blessed. I realized that no matter where I go, no matter what I do, God always took care of me. I was always a "receiver". God always sent me some incredible companions and guardians who are ever so willingly giving and guiding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a perfect person, in fact I'm far from perfect. However, my wish for this year's birthday is -- I want to be a giver. I realized the joy of being able to give is soo much greater than receiving.&amp;nbsp; I want to give to all the people I care for.&amp;nbsp; I'll give them what they need and want from me. I want to be there for them. Even if it means the only thing I can give them is being a listener, I want to and I would. Because I want to give them the joy they had given me. If I am your friend, or family and I haven't given you what you want from me, please forgive me, I am trying. I want to give, give, give and always give... Almighty God please always let me remember that so selfishness wont eat my conscience away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-8038245979043682923?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/8038245979043682923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-give-give-give-and-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/8038245979043682923?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/8038245979043682923?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-give-give-give-and-always.html' title='I want to give, give, give and always giving...'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07852390507384731855'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQHRH4yeCp7ImA9Wx9WFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-712794930465665899</id><published>2011-01-21T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:32:15.090-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-21T21:32:15.090-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title>Making the world a better place to live in really is a matter of choice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently my dad found a mobile phone at the park nearby his workplace. My only response was, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd feel bad if I lost something." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;We bring the phone home and let it be the way it is as we figured the owner would make a call trying to locate the phone. True to our expectation, the phone did ring, my dad met the owner the next day and return the phone. The owner then "belanja" him at the nearby "kopitiam". I also had an experience of having lost my phone in the bus before. By  the time I realize it the bus already left. I felt pretty wrecked. But  when I did tried to call my own number and the person who found it did  make a point of returning it to me, the feeling was very pleasing indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is sad to see and know that most people nowadays often forgot the simple principle of &lt;b&gt;"what is yours will be yours and what is not never will be"&lt;/b&gt;. I remember during my student days, there were several times I stumbled upon someone's wallet/purse with quite some amount of money in it. Funny thing is, every time I happen to stumbled upon these money, I was broke. So did I take the money? I'd be lying if I say I wasn't tempted, but no. My conscience was stronger above anything else. I mean, I know the money doesn't belong to me, and there are ways for me to return it to the owner. Founding it while I was broke doesn't mean God sent it to me for me to keep, it simply means God is testing me for God loves me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
See, the world is getting more and more vicious and scary nowadays. We heard of shocking murders happens every here and there every now and then. Why is it happening?...&amp;nbsp; I think its because as human, we often forget. We forgot that we do have choices no matter what situation we're in. Some people said they're force to do immoral things because of poverty. Why, there are thousands and millions of ways to get out of poverty so why go for the bad path? Selfishness is another very dangerous disease that is eating the world today. People tend to forget that the whole point of living in this world is to exist with others. I really don't want to go on with the list of saddening things that are happening around us nowadays, because it'll make me depressed just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But as I grow older with times, I've come to realize that as vicious as the world may be, the choice of making the world a better place to live in really is ours. All the little things that we could do, it counts. When you found a property that does not belongs to you, make it a point to return it to the owner. Don't litter, and when you stumble upon rubbish, pick it up and dump it where it should be. Give up your seat to the elders, pregnant ladies and the disabled when you're on public transport. Always smile and be courteous,... those are among the endless list of all the little things so simple that anyone could afford to do. Moreover, it is totally a freedom of choice, I mean no one is sticking a gun to my head asking me to pickup the rubbish in the park, or when I smile and made random conversation with the person sitting next to me in the train. So why fret?... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The dimmest of light is darkness most feared"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that this is your first sem of bachelor degree, and you just found out that you were actually a good student back in you diploma days. Well... I don't know if its works the same way with u.. but... um... honestly, I'd say don't think too much bout it.. The past isn't going to reverse itself, I failed a subject in my 1st sem of degree. Yes, it was becoz I was sick but to the world, dat doesn't change the fact, which was --I FAILED. Sure, I moped over it for a while then I thought, what the heck? So, I kick its ass with an A+ on my transcript...&lt;br /&gt;
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The key is don't do it just to prove yourselves to others or even to youself. Don't do it becoz u need to prove something. The most essential part of succeeding in anything is to have passion and love what you're doing. So, I'd say, don't think too much about it, don't push yourself of wanting to get good grades and all, coz eventually it will wear you out and you'll get stressed and depressed. But, learn to love what you're doing. One of the way I find helpful is by thinking,&lt;b&gt; "I'm some of the rare species who actually learn and know about these things"... &lt;/b&gt;So, even if you hate the subjects and have no interest in it in the beginning, learn to love it. Have passion in what you are doing. THEN, you'll be having fun doing it....&amp;nbsp; and with positive attitude there lies positive outcome out for grab! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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However to be able to do that, you'll have to start fresh. As in you'll need to stop thinking all the &lt;b&gt;"If only's"&lt;/b&gt;... like "If only I didn't get to do chemical engineering in the first place" or "If only I get to do something else"...... you see,&amp;nbsp; EVERY DAY is a NEW DAY day sis, and so is EVERY HOUR, EVERY MINUTE AND EVERY SECOND of time! So who's to say you can't start fresh?? I know somehow there are pressure on being on top of ur game. Pressures are good when they motivates you but if its starts to become stress, then its not good! So while everybody else might be giving you the "study smart, study hard" motivation. I would simply ask you to "LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING FOR IT DEFINES WHO YOU ARE"... We may think we like something else better or we think we hate something, but for all we know the things we love is not meant for us while the thing we hate is just exactly what we needed.....&lt;br /&gt;
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......... And with that, I raise my case........ and marvel at my ability of nagging and rambling even if it is only written. *Maybe I do take after my mother after all, geesh~&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: This was actually meant to be a comment on ur post of u being not stupid but I figured my comment is going to be too long it'd make a whole new entry by itself. :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-877655289026230513?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/877655289026230513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-sisterly-rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/877655289026230513?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/877655289026230513?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-sisterly-rambling.html' title='Some sisterly rambling...'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07852390507384731855'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkQFRH44fyp7ImA9Wx9TGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-4870977281009916905</id><published>2010-11-27T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:11:55.037-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-27T18:11:55.037-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aziey'/><title>:: Listening Much?::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since finals, I've been addicted to these three album...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their songs, musics, lyrics and voice...I'm captivated.. (n_n)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Bruno Mars - Doo-Wops &amp;amp; Hooligans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;includes the most popular song "Just the way you are"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my very own favorites are "Talking To The Moon", "Marry You", "Count on Me" and "The Other Side"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this album could be very soothing and very catchy...he reminds me a lot to Jason Mraz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPGzw7d9JLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kGt9r7l6R78/s1600/bruno-mars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPGzw7d9JLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kGt9r7l6R78/s200/bruno-mars.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPGzyUYCLWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Vs_vRbapIZQ/s1600/diana_vickers_album_cover_2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Diana Vickers - Songs from the Tainted Cherry Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;includes the catchy "The Boy Who Murdered Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her album...and her voice is very unique..and her lyrics are very meaningful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my very own favorites in this album are "Once", "Notice", "Four Leaves Clover", "Remake me and you"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, almost all of her songs is nice...her voice is captivating...sometimes she sounds like Dolores from The Cranberries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPGzyUYCLWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Vs_vRbapIZQ/s1600/diana_vickers_album_cover_2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPGzyUYCLWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Vs_vRbapIZQ/s200/diana_vickers_album_cover_2010.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this last album is an album for any of you that are into alternative rock kind of music...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been looking for and listening to this band because of the main singer, Taylor Momsen...for those who watch Gossip Girl might know her as Jenny Humphrey..(n_n)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I might say, she's good...and the songs is very suitable when you want to sing your heart out of anger..hahhaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are called...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The Pretty Reckless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, I've only listen to 2 of their albums...&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Light me Up&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The Pretty Reckless EP&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You" is more into ballad kind of thing...and its my favourite \n_n/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest is very rockish but in a cool way...well, maybe for me ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other favorites are, "Just Tonight", "Make Me Wanna Die", "Since You're Gone","Light Me Up","Miss Nothing", "Zombie"...oh well, almost all i guess...hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a good album especially when you're feeling like killing someone or some people...hehehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPG5ZpxVetI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yqLM13ujNWY/s1600/the-pretty-reckless-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPG5ZpxVetI/AAAAAAAAAZM/yqLM13ujNWY/s200/the-pretty-reckless-cover.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-4870977281009916905?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/4870977281009916905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/11/listening-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/4870977281009916905?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/4870977281009916905?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/11/listening-much.html' title=':: Listening Much?::'/><author><name>Aziey Aj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00282048262484077127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11488487239462970061'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TPGzw7d9JLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kGt9r7l6R78/s72-c/bruno-mars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYDRHcycSp7ImA9Wx9TGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-8380990862799244456</id><published>2010-11-27T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:36:15.999-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-27T17:36:15.999-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aziey'/><title>=Anthony Neely=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanna share with you guys about this new artist from Taiwan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name is Anthony Neely aka Ni An Dong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great voice, great look...*melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was browsing thru some web and stumbled upon his video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the thing that catch my heart to watch his videoclip is the title of the song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sorry That I Loved You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he's great...and that song is so sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, judge it for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy.. &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: oh, forgot to mention, he's half chinese, half america..thats where the good looks comes from~ hehhee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-8380990862799244456?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/8380990862799244456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/11/anthony-neely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/8380990862799244456?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/8380990862799244456?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/11/anthony-neely.html' title='=Anthony Neely='/><author><name>Aziey Aj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00282048262484077127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11488487239462970061'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04BRHo4cSp7ImA9Wx5aEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-6462701002204777722</id><published>2010-11-07T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:32:35.439-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-07T02:32:35.439-08:00</app:edited><title>Kami GTL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This feeling sucks…Big time… *&lt;b&gt;sigh&lt;/b&gt;* It’s so empty and lonely now that they’re all gone leaving me alone here. I usually don’t need much social accompaniment but they are not just any bunch of people. They are the right kind of people who accept me for who I am without judging my background whatsoever. I hate to admit it but I do miss them, arghh! Petang nanti kena makan sorang, dah takde lagi yang sibuk sms ajak pergi makan. Hukhuk, sadis gler! I miss my housemates, the &lt;b&gt;G.T.L girls&lt;/b&gt; Huaaaa! Oklah, since I miss you all so much, this entry is a tribute to you all. First, let’s explain why we are &lt;b&gt;G.T.L.&lt;/b&gt; Well, GTL actually stands for &lt;b&gt;Geng Takde Lesen&lt;/b&gt;. First off, sebab despite semua dah cecah umur lebih 20, we all takde sorang pun ada lesen memandu yang sah. So bila nak keluar je pakat naik keta mewah bapak masing-masing. Alaa keta mewah yang ada banyak seats tu, kalau setakat limosine cuma boleh muat paling-paling 6 orang, tapi keta mewah bapak kami boleh muat sampai 40 orang you know? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Bas la maksudnye weh, orang takde lesen leh naik ape je lg? huuuu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Tapi sebenarnye most importantly we are GTL sebab yang paling takde lesen is actually our mulut. Muahahaha… Perempuan la katakan… Bab menyakat satu sama lain kami memang zalim dan takde belas kasihan, hakhakhak! :P GTL ada 5 orang member tapi disebabkan saya taknak dorang lagi femes dari saya so kita akan gunakan nama samaran instead of the real name. Huahuahua!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Member:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kak Long the leader:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Nama pun Kak Long, paham-paham jelah kenape kan? Kang kalau saya cakap gak bab umur tu nanti dia kejar saya dengan lesung batu lak… Trait special Kak Long yang lain daripada yang lain is dia memang kuat membebel. Pernah sekali ni dia membebel punyalah panjang, we actually had no idea what she was talking about. Then bila ditanya kenapa dia membebel, rupa-rupanya dia membebel pasal budak-budak yang melepak kat ruang legar depan kolej. Loh? Takde kena-mengena pun dengan kami, tapi cara dia membebel tu macam tak puas hati sungguh kat budak-budak tuh! Huuu…. But actually Kak Long ni smart. She is sure of herself, sure of what she wants. I admire her confident of herself, she stands by her principles firmly. And one more thing, cara dia berfikir memang matured, bukan sebab umur dia erm… &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(*batuk2*)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tapi dia memang matured la, boleh harap la maksudnya. Lagi satu Kak Long memang ada aura as a leader. I don’t know if she realized it or not but that’s what I noticed as an observer and a friend. Kalau saya bising-bising ajak orang pergi makan semua stil lengah-lengah lagi but if Kak Long says &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“jom makan!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, everyone got up on their feet and move… Huu… Kak Long! Thank you sebab stayed up with me masa saya sakit tekak tak boleh tido, padahal you had nothing to do pun time tu, but you stayed up anyway and waited till I slept… huuhuuu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanya GTL yang tahu: Mata tukar telur mata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; member:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da Kakak si Artist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Kalau orang yang tak kenal kami, Da would easily be labelled as the quietest one among us. Tapi sebenarnya dia yang selalu buat lawak slumber. Yang bestnya kalau dia buat lawak, muka dia seriously takde perasaan, memang slumber tahap “wa-caya-sama-lu-lah!”, then bila kami semua dah berguling-guling and hampir pengsan gelak, dia boleh lagi tanya dengan muke yang sangat innocent, “Da buat lawak ke???” Huuaaaa!!!! I always think that Da is the most unpredictable one among us. Kadang-kadang apa yang dia buat seems very impulsive and yet she is actually very analytical and meticulous. Sebab tu agaknya bila kami semua sibuk bising-bising, dia diam, then tiba-tiba dia buat magik dia and sent us all with one expression—“Huiyo!” Hahaha… But Da is actually very soft-hearted. Susah nak jangka apa yang dia rasa coz she’s really good in keeping it to herself. Oh, by the way minah ni kelemahan dia kucing, pernah sekali dia lari and hampir masukkan diri dalam loker just because ada kucing masuk rumah kitorang. Wakakakaaa…. Da! Thanks sebab belikan air yoghurt for me masa saya demam teruk tuh, eventhough you were very-very buzy time tu but you still remember to ask and get things for me. The drinks really got me feeling a looot better…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanya GTL yang tahu: Nasi Korong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; member:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mira meow! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Boleh dikatakan member GTL paling sengal. Hahaha! Dia ni is satu-satunya orang yang kalau dia melalak saya tak rasa terganggu, hahahaa… Sebab, comel kot! Bila dia melalak tu dia belasah je dengan penuh perasaan walaupun lirik tunggang-langgang! Dia ni banyak cakap, kalau menyembang dengan dia memang ada je story dia. Hahaha… Peminat fanatik korea, dia bukan setakat tau nama artist tu sape, hafal lirik lagu korea, dia even tau the latest gossip about that artist! Mira ni sangat confident orangnya. Dia tau ke, tak tau ke, belasah je, yang penting, gaya ada, confident gitu! Hahahaa! Walaupun belum lama lagi kenal, but I know this lady is very family-oriented. Family is very important and dear to her. Di sebalik kesengalan dan lawak bongok dia, she’s actually kind and soft. As a friend dia memang boleh harap and definitely have my trust. What I like about Mira is her laid-back approach to life. She’s always very easy-going, cheerful and bubbly. No matter how buzy and difficult the situations are for her, she handle it with smiles…. and lawak sengal dia… hukhuk… Mira! Thanks for taking care of me masa demam teruk hari tu… Walaupun ko tak lekang dengan lawak sengal ko and aku tak layan pun masa tu sebab seriously lembik, but after you urut my head, I felt much-much better… and paling penting, tak kisah yang lain nak cakap apa, bilik kita memang sentiasa juara piala pusingan… Miahahahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanya GTL yang tahu: Tompok pakai tudung and belajar teknik pernafasan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; member:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;T-yang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Huuu…. Member yang paling kerap gaduh with me sebab saya sangat suka menyakat dia ni and dia tak kan lepaskan peluang untuk kenakan saya balik. Hukhuk! Tapi lagi gaduh lagi rapat. Minah ni actually very sensitive tapi tak semua orang tau. Dia ni kuat merungut and mulut mencebik dia memang trademark dia yang tak boleh blah. Kalau ada juara liga acara tido paling lama, tak ada orang boleh kalahkan dia, champion seantero dunia. Huahuahua! Dia ni konon je selalu buli saya tapi sebenarnya dia gak yang selalu concern. Pernah sekali saya buli dia suruh dia teman saya sampai saya lena, dia tunggu gak padahal saya acah je, saya tahu dia risau sebab saya sakit belakang time tu. Huahuahua! So saya buat-buat ler lena so that she doesn’t wait, dok tercangok kat tepi katil saya tunggu saya lena… Huuu… Terharu siot, tapi tak cakap la time tu kan. Nanti dia amik kesempatan kenakan saya balik lak, huh! Bluek!! Dia ni konon je brutal, tapi sebenarnya lembut. Walaupun dia slalu gaduh ngan saya, selalu cubit saya. Kalau saya kurang sihat atau ada tanda-tanda tak sihat, dia gak paling concern. Dia selalu jadi kuli batak saya time saya sesak nafas, jadi tukang sapu miyak panas kat belakang, huuu… Then kalau naik tangga, dia jalan kat belakang, dia tunggu gak saya eventhough saya jalan dengan speed yang sangat lembab. Agaknya dia bajet boleh nak save me kalau saya rebah kot, &lt;i&gt;(mentang-mentang saya jatuh bergolek kat tangga last sem, uhuk!)&lt;/i&gt; huuu badan t-yang &lt;i&gt;(tiang)&lt;/i&gt; jer, kalau betul la saya jatuh alamatnya bergolek berdua la kita! Huahuahua!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;T, really-really thank you sebab spend time with me. Padahal T boleh je balik rumah, tak yah tunggu pun surat praktikal tu but you stayed anyway and accompany me kat Puncak Perdana nan bosan nih. Siap stay up and study sekali for my exam lagi, huuu… tak tau nak cakap ape daa….&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanya GTL yang tahu: ace-ace… anje…aluu tau??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Member no 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Saya yang best!&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha… Perlu ke story? Tak yah la kot. Huahuaha! Huh? Tak aci? Sukahati saya la saya yang punya blog… kakakaka!!! :P Apa-apa pun, really-really happy to ever known you girls. You gave me some happy memories I could hold on to erasing all the bad times I had in Puncak Perdana. I may not be the greatest friend, I can't do much things for you as much as you did to me. I can only be thankful that God sent you all to be my friends. Farewell my friends, all the best in all you do. Till we meet again someday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kak Long, jaga diri. Jangan tension-tension, slalu gaduh ngan bang long. Hehee... You are better than you think you are, so go! Give a fight for what its worth... Love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Da, take care. Don't keep to yourself too much. Try share the burden sometimes. Sometimes, it's ok to think of yourself more than others. &amp;nbsp;Love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mira, jaga diri deng! Boh macam-macam gilak kitak. Hahaha... Ko ni sengal-sengal jugak. Kesihatan tu jaga. Batuk tu tak elok-elok lagi. Aku ni lain kes... Kim salam kat tompok nanti tau?... &amp;nbsp;Love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;T, hmmm... t-yang oh t-yang! Be happy darling. Don't succumb to your feelings too much. We all had our dark times, but please don't stay in the dark place for too long. Love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D balik sarawak 20 december. Kalau sempat nanti D melawat korang k? Untill then, jangan nakal-nakal wat praktikal tu...and yang paling penting... Kalau ada abang hensem, tolong sampaikan salam! Hahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, there was this particular semester, masa cuti semester tu saya bertugas di perpustakaan UiTM Samarahan Sarawak under Skim Khidmat Pelajar (SKP). So by the time freshie-freshie tengah orientasi saya ada di kampus. Then ada satu hari ni, tengah saya sibuk memunggah barang-barang masuk bilik. Saya ditegur oleh sorang budak freshie. "Akak senior ke?" dia tanya. Saya toleh ke belakang ke arah tuan punya suara. "Yuh" saya jawap just for the sake of being&amp;nbsp;courteous. Kalau ikutkan hati saya memang malas nak layan, bukan sebab sombong tapi saya memang jenis orang yang tak banyak cakap, lagi-lagi dengan orang yang baru. But this freshie obviously tak kenal lagi saya siapa, sebab biasanya junior-junior yang kenal saya tak berani nak tentang pun mata saya. Huuu... thanks to my fellow AJK sebab menghadiahkan gelaran "Kakak ajk paling garang"... konon.. hukhuk... Anyway, about this kid, dia memang banyak cakap, dan bilik dia was just next to mine. So I took it a little easier and just flow along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selalunya lepas kami conduct perjumpaan blok, kami akan conduct perjumpaan level pulak untuk lantik ajk level untuk membantu kerja kami. Selalunya saya susah nak dapatkan freshie yang sanggup pegang jawatan ajk level lagi-lagi ketua level. Tapi on this particular semester, it was a breeze... Turn out budak yang tegur saya tempoh hari dahpun jadi ketua level. Saya tak pasti pulak kalau-kalau dorang memang dah siap buat perlantikan tempoh hari. Dalam hati saya berkata: "Budak ni lagi... hmmm..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then budak ni selalu tegur saya. Bila bertembung dengannya di mana-mana dia pasti akan menyapa. Berbeza dengan kawan-kawan seangkatannya, bila bertembung dengan saya tunduk, ada yang buat u-turn siap! Dia selalu bercerita, macam-macam story dia tapi selalunya dia cerita apa yang dia buat. Kadang-kadang terasa macam dia bagi report aktiviti dia kat saya ada gak. Mula-mula agak annoying sebab saya memang jenis orang yang very private. I like my solitary moment, yelah... saya baru je nak jalan sambil termenung sorang tetiba dia ni datang menyapa, aish... potong line betol!&amp;nbsp;But then, one thing I notice about this girl is that dia memang polos. Bila saya tenung mata dia, saya dapat rasa dia bukan orang yang bermuka-muka mesra dengan saya. Senyumnya manis dan ikhlas walaupun bila dia senyum mata sepetnya akan jadi dua garis macam katun jepun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastu ada satu hari ni saya tengah dok lepak dalam bilik dengan pintu bilik terbuka luas. Heee... bilik saya memang selalu dikunjungi so saya tak kisah sangat. Then tetiba budak ni datang, and as always, I welcomed anyone who came to me. So kami bersembang sebentar. Then she did something that made me terkejut la jugak. Sampai hari ni pun saya still ingat lagi ayat dia. Dia kata: "&lt;b&gt;Kak D! Be my mentor! Jaga saya, guide me!"&lt;/b&gt;... and I was like... errr.... tak tau nak tunjuk reaksi apa. Pelik ada gak, freaked out ada gak. I was like wondering what does this girl see in me that she actually looked up for me to be her mentor. I don't even feel so great myself, so how could she so earnestly asked me to be her mentor? To guide her??? Whaaa???????? So I told her I am nobody so great to be her mentor, but it was funny though coz that was the first time in my life anyone said such thing to me. Hahahaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, as time goes by, we got closer. On my final semester of diploma, I invited her to be my roomate since I was AJK so I get to choose where I want to stay and who I want to stay with. (heehee.. poyo tak?) Being roomates, well we had some goodtimes. But somehow, &amp;nbsp;being older, I just have the urge to be the big sis though size wise, I'm much petite. Budak ni memang agak penyepah orangnya, dia tak akan kemas selagi saya tak membebel. Even study pun nak kena selalu ingatkan padahal study dia tak ada kena mengena pun dengan saya. So in the end, soft board dia penuh dengan sticky notes from me with reminders such as &lt;i&gt;"Weh, baju-baju dalam baldi tu dah nangis-nangis dah minta dibasuhkan, bila lagi??"&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"This sem make it with a 3 in front and leave that 2 behind"&lt;/i&gt; intended for her to improve her CGPA. Lagi satu budak ni memang kalut dan cemerkap. Kalau saya tak boleh berada di tempat sempit sebab selalu terlanggar barang, dia lagi hebat sebab boleh tersadung kaki sendiri in WIDE OPEN AREA!!! Tahap pelupa dia lagi tak payah cakap, geram!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memang betul, budak ni kalut. Angin takde ribut takde tetiba dia end-up jatuh longkang tak pasal-pasal. Tapi dengan kalutnya dia, dia jugaklah orang yang boleh diharap bila orang lain dalam kesusahan. Hatinya lembut dan halus terlindung di balik kekalutannya. Bila orang lain ditimpa kesulitan, dia tampil mengulur tangan dengan senyum yang ikhlas. Dia pelupa. Baru je bagitau dia dah lupa, then kena ingatkan dia berkali-kali. Dia ada tabiat pelik tak suka sikat rambut, kalau dia tetiba sikat rambut tak sudah-sudah tu maksudnya &amp;nbsp;kepala otak dia tengah serabut. Maybe dia bajet dengan sikat rambut tu boleh leraikan keserabutan dia kot. Then, dia makan banyak. Time dia tak runsing dia makan banyak, time dia runsing dia makan laaaaaagi banyak!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itulah dia adik saya, Nabilla Naharuddin. Tak... mak saya tak lahirkan dia dan mak dia tak lahirkan saya tapi dia adik saya, dan her family is my family. She is not exactly all goody-two-shoes but she's definitely not a bad girl. Mak ayahnyer slumber tapi akaknye ni garang ok? So this is a warning to any guy out there who wish to pursue her. You better be serious and don't mess around with my baby sis's feeling.... and yes sis... Happy birthday,... Sorry your sis is not really mushy so no you don't really get hugs and kisses from me but you have my trust... So go, do what you should and want... Success shall be yours, that's my prayer for you... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saya:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Cuba korang senaraikan 5 jenis lelaki yang korang tak suka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="p3"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nor:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Poyo! Berlagak! Rasa hebat! Rasa bagus! Tak romantik!… blablabla…&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(cam biasala, kak long kami ni memang kuat membebel orangnya, minta 5, bukan setakat 5 dia bagi, lebih dari 10 ada gak!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siti:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ntah, semua arh tak suka!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(erm…. Semua tak suka?? …*peluh sejuk turun kat dahi* abis tu T tak suka laki lar? Erk… hahaha… actually minah ni ada masalah sikit nak express diri, kata orang jiwa halus gitu, kena pandai baca baru tau dia ni macam mana, yang penting bibir mencebik dia memang tak boleh blah, tu tandanya dia nak kata – “menyampah aku!”)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;erm…&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;cam biasa gak, Da is quite a thoughtful person, apa2pun tindakan dia semuanya fikir banyak kali, siap buat kajian dan analisis segala)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Da tak suka laki merokok, nak merokok boleh tapi bukan depan Da, pastu tak suka yang&amp;nbsp; baik sangat, tu bukan baik tu berlagak baik namanya, pastu….blablabla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(erm, jawapan Da terlampau panjang, siap dengan explanation sekali macam jawab exam, dia bagi definition, elaboration and example sekali so minta maaf saya tak ingat… wakakakaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mira:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;tak bertanggungjawab, pengotor, pemalas, tak tegas, ... alaa… ada banyak la… tak setia!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(pastu ada hesitation macam nak tambah lagi tapi sebab saya minta 5 so dia bagi cukup-cukup 5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; pentingkan diri!…&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;dan dia tambah jugak walaupun saya minta 5 je)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p3"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha… Tapi kalau nak panjangkan cerita dorang, lain kalilah. Takpun suruh dorang buat blog sendiri. Wakaka… As for me, berikut adalah jenis lelaki yang totally a major turn down, turn off and turn OUT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p3"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;5. Lelaki pohon melambai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hukhuk… Kalau dah namanya laki, kenala macho weh, ini make up mengalahkan pompuan, jalan terkepit-kepit, adeh… Kadang-kadang konfius, ni manusia ke pokok kelapa??? Berjalan tangan terlambai-lambai… Memang “GENTLE-MAN” literally and practically kot!&amp;nbsp; Seriously??? Seram siot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4. Lelaki cicak komodo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha, spesis ni memang tak boleh blah. Dengan kawan-kawan dia bukan main lagi hoohaa, sekali depan kita tetiba jadi tergedik-gedik. Huuu, spoil je.. Saya memang tak suka sebab bila depan kita dia tak tunjuk diri yang sebenar, tak best arh. I mean, kalau betul ikhlas berkawan, kenapa nak bermuka-muka? Depan orang lain, depan orang lain, lain pulak (&lt;i&gt;eh? Apakah?? Kompius sudah…)&lt;/i&gt; Kalau saya, minta maaflah, perwatakan saya memang agak ganas, tapi saya memang tak akan control, I will be me and will always be me tak kira depan sesiapa pun. Yang penting pembawaan diri tak menyinggung perasaan orang lain dan tak menganggu hidup orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3. Lelaki tak budiman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pergh, bengkek gak kalau kena ngan spesis macam ni. Dah kalau lelaki tu jenis yang dia je betul dan perangai punyala menyampah tahap lori sampah siapa yang suka? Contoh, kita dah lama tunggu bas, time dia sampai kat bus-stop elok pulak bas sampai, dan dia pun dengan penuh rasa-best potong line yang ada dan terus masuk bas. Kalau yang dia tolak-tolak masa nak potong line tu semuanya muda-muda ok lagi, ini dengan makcik-makcik, pakcik-pakcik pun dia tolak gak. Bila dipersoalkan, jawapan busuk dia berbau begini: &lt;b&gt;"Alah, c’mon la this is KL ok? Bandar, bukan kampung,.. everybody rush, everybody need to learn how to survive. Nasib lu lah if you’re a loser…" &lt;/b&gt;Pastu mata melilau saja, tengok awek je mata jadi macam washing-machine yang tengah spinning. Ingat awek suka ke kena tenung macam tu? Pastu dok cuit-cuit mulut panggil awek tuh?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So?????? Any girls like such guy as your bf???? Please, get your head scanned…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2. Lelaki jenis mulut longkang tersumbat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Haaa… Kalau laki jenis kuat membebel tu… ermm pelik gak ek? Tapi ni bukan pasal laki kuat membebel, bukan juga laki yang mulut busuk literally. &lt;i&gt;(walaupun geli jugak arh)&lt;/i&gt; In this case I am referring to laki yang kuat mencarut. Sorrylah, saya jenis orang yang sangat pentingkan integrity of language.&amp;nbsp; Saya sangat-sangat tak suka orang yang mencarut. For me, the kind of language you speak does reflects who you are. Even my own friends pun, I find that I cannot be sincerely close to those who actually do swear. Best sangat ke mencarut??? Susah tau, tengok kat tv, or dengar kat radio. Bila masuk tang mencarut je kena censored – ~tuuuut~. Penat je, menambahkan kerja orang nak tapis. Daripada mencarut baik mengucap, kurang sikit dosa… Huuuu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUCKERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haaa… spesis yang menyampah tahap paling ekstrem! Lelaki yang merokok. I don’t know kalau perempuan lain ada pendapat yang berbeza but this is my point of view. Saya memang menyampah teramat sangat pada orang yang merokok. Sorry to say, bukannya saya tak nak terima orang seadanya but logically and rasionally thinking, smoking IS A MATTER OF CHOICE. Bukannya kita lahir-lahir ada rokok kat bibir. Masa kita lahir mak-bapak bagi susu, bukan rokok. Dan bukannya tak cukup akal nak fikir keburukan padah dek rokok. Orang tak paksa pun merokok kan? Dan bukannya otak tak berfungsi nak fikir bila merokok tu bukan nyawa dia saja yang terjejas, instead orang lain di tepi sekeliling lagi teruk terjejas. Saya memang tak boleh blah betul dengan iklan-iklan yang tayang orang yang berjaya berhenti merokok, pastu cakap dengan bangga yang dia dah berhenti merokok. Bongok, yang ko pergi merokok in the first place tu sape suruh??? Lagi satu bila kita persoalkan sekalian smokers ni, seribu satu alasan dorang bagi. Sorry arh, the way I see it, memang tak patut ada alasan. Yang pastinya korang sendiri yang cari nahas in the first place, pastu bila dah liat nak berhenti macam-macam alasan padahal realitinya sebab tak cukup strongwill nak berhenti.. Simple!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p3"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haa... That's it for entry kali ni. Segala yang ditulis adalah ekspresi diri, tiada menuding jari secara langsung ke arah sesiapa tapi andai kata ada yang terasa, hmmm... nak buat macam mana, it's a matter of choice gak kot... :P Have a nice life everyone! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kuliah tinggal seminggu lagi. Tak lama lagi dah masuk minggu peperiksaan. Lepas ni, berakhirlah sudah zaman saya bergelar pelajar. Andai kata saya sambung peringkat Master sekalipun, itu sudah satu peringkat yang lain. Pada masa itu status saya adalah pelajar POSTGRADUATE, bukan UNDERGRADUATE lagi. Saya termenung sejenak mengenangkan 7 tahun saya habiskan di tadika dan sekolah rendah, 5 tahun di sekolah menengah dan 5 tahun bergelar mahasiswi. Pahit-manis pengalaman yang perlu saya tempuhi, segala kesulitan dan kesusahan yang saya alami, jika dibandingkan dengan pengorbanan ibu-bapa, apalah sangat. Terlalu besar dan hebat pengorbanan ibu-bapa yang melahirkan, membesarkan, mendidik, membimbing dan menyediakan segala keperluan anak-anak, memenuhi segala keperluan dan kehendak anak-anak sampaikan seringkali diri terabai. Ya Tuhan, kerdilnya diri ini, jahilnya diri ini namun syukurnya hingga tak terkata kerana masih lagi mampu hidup bernafas di muka bumi ini.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak lama lagi, saya bakal memasuki dunia bekerja. Hati kecil lantas sering berbisik, "mampukah aku???" Dengan tanggungjawab yang sedia menanti, apakah saya akan tahu apa yang harus dilakukan? Apakah saya akan tahu apa tindakan yang perlu diambil? Mampukah saya bertindak waras dan wajar dan bukan melulu berdasarkan perasaan semata-mata? Mampukah saya jalankan tanggungjawab saya sebagai anak yang baik kepada kedua ibu-bapa saya? Mampukah saya memberi kesenangan kepada mereka seperti mana mereka telah berkorban menyediakan segalanya untuk saya? Adakah saya nanti bisa menjadi seorang kakak yang boleh berikan contoh dan mampu membimbing adik saya???.... Macam-macam persoalan, satu-demi satu menerjah kepala otak yang kian kusut dalam kekalutan menyiapkan segala tugasan yang menimbun banyaknya.... Saya tak tahu.... Saya tak tahu apa yang akan terjadi pada masa akan datang, tapi yang saya tahu saya boleh berusaha. Jika saya didatangi kebuntuan, saya tahu Dia sentiasa ada menemani. Saya akan ingat pesan momy, "Tuhan tak akan bebankan kita lebih dari apa yang kita mampu tanggung". Jadi, biarlah apa pun yang terjadi, itu adalah yang terbaik kerana itulah ketentuan yang telah direncanakan untuk saya dan saya mampu menghadapinya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.................... dan di saat otak ligat bekerja keras berusaha untuk menyiapkan segala tugasan, jari-jemari pula lincah menari di atas papan kekunci. Maka terhasillah sebuah coretan yang signifikannya hanya pada yang punya rasa..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello people...it's been a while since I enter this room... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st, because i rarely ramble in words...not really good in explaining things and not much info you can get from me either i guess...hahhaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ya...Wish you all the best for whoever are going to encounter their finals and also to those whose having PMR...might be a little late...hehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just finish one of my "piling up" assignments...and I've been really down those few days back while doing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck, who won't?? When you a have group of three but the only one who's working is you...But then, I get over it..Thanks to my mum...She encouraged me and saying that just let it go, don't think too much about it then you won't stress... Not that I want to think about it, but when you are fighting with the hours to finish it up, but suddenly one of your group member are asking for movies to be watch...Who wouldn't pissed off??? Thank god I didn't yell at her at that moment when I feel like to...&lt;br /&gt;
Some say I'm too lenient and too much consideration...but the thing is, when I gave them what to do, they end up messing it all up and I'm the one who have to clean up after their mess...no sir, I'm not doing it anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess, I better cement up my heart for the next assignment and be someone with a heart of stone..LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to find the silver lining in all of these...but I haven't seen one yet..so, I'll be waiting..hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at least I have my cocoa drinks to soothe me up...made up from pure van Houten cocoa powder...Cocoa really have the power to get your spirit up..and now I get too much endorphin in my system and I keep smiling and too cheery...till my housemate ask me if I ate any overdose candy or something..hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I can say is, at this kind of moment, being peaceful and relax at home makes me appreciate that I know I have some place that I can go to at the end of the day to release all of my problems and be happy with my own world..surrounded by my family~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So guys, don't forget your hometown and your family, coz they are the only people who will back you up and stands for you when everyone else doesn't~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a happy days~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers!~&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TK7b91ujndI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Un67p3AsRr8/s1600/YuukiHarumaSignt.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GzvpVyIi-E/TK7b91ujndI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Un67p3AsRr8/s1600/YuukiHarumaSignt.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few days ago I received news from home and its not exactly a very pleasant one. Mommy is not doing very well, in fact she's in her worst condition that I've ever known. Though it's only within Malaysia, I am literally, on the other side of the world. Receiving a phone call from your mom asking you how did you do the meatball corn-soup coz she's thinking of it and that is the only thing she has appetite for, the feeling is just..... nothing I could put in words. Helpless is one of the many feelings that is stirring in my not so efficient chest at the moment. I wish I could be there, to be the one who prepared that meatball corn-soup she craved for, to be the one who massage her, to be the one who listen to all her ramblings, but I know, I'm not living in the land of utopia and the reality of life is beyond mere nice and sunshine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still, I know she'd be fine. At this very moment, I can't be the one to prepare that meatball corn-soup, she'll just have to bear with whatever soup my brother come up with. I can only pray for her. I can't say that God would listen to my prayer coz I am aware I'm not so nice a human either but I know, that mom is. Whenever I need to face some harsh piece of life, I'll always remember what mommy always said. &lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;God would never burden you with anything more than you could bear&lt;/b&gt;... meaning, no matter how bad the situation may seem to be, God put you into it because He knows you can handle it. So even God has such confidence in you so who are you to challenge God's wisdom? "....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus, I am not denying that this is hard, but I'll still put up a smile to it. I'll live my life as nicely as I could. Because I know mom would want it that way and... I am no one to challenge God's wisdom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get well soon mom. I love you. When I get back home later, I'll prepare that meatball corn soup along with all those crappy dishes I invent, you'll have to eat them then and I wont accept complaint oh? Hahaha!... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itu kalau jenis yang manual. Sekarang ni yang seni grafik popular dalam bentuk digital. Huwaaa~! Sebab itulah entri kali ni wujud... Sebenarnya.... sebenarnya... saya.... NAK SANGAT-SANGAT benda ni &lt;i&gt;(sila rujuk gambar)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sangat lah best yang teramat kalau boleh lukis guna Adobe Illustrator atau Corel Draw kat atas bendalah ni.Waaaa~&lt;i&gt; (*berangan...*)&lt;/i&gt; Dulu masa sebelum sambung degree ada jugak consider nak beli tablet PC sebijik, boleh gak conteng-conteng. Tapi sebab belajar Information System Management, bukan bidang yang berkaitan dengan seni grafik, makanya saya pun belilah sebijik MacBook Pro yang menjadi kesayangan sekarang ni. Huu... Mau taknye, 3 tahun kot kerja kumpul duit nak beli MacBook ni. &lt;i&gt;(Time cuti semester la kerja, beberapa bulan je pun kalau kira betul-betul, heheh..)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;MacBook ni best jugak tapi tak boleh la nak conteng-conteng, lukis-lukis atas skrin macam iPad tu. Huuuwaaaa~! Wahai iPad yang hebat lagi bergaya, turunlah engkau dari langit kepadaku... Waaaa~!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masuk tidur awal tapi dah berjam-jam baring, guling sana, guling sini, mengiring ke kanan, mengiring ke kiri, macam-macam style tapi tak juga lelap,&amp;nbsp; haish.... So I thought daripada buang masa baik saya buat something yang berfaedah (ayat tak boleh blah!). Dah bosan-bosan, saya on laptop explore Ubuntu. Yeah-yeah... I know... mesti ada yang nak komen, "BOSANNYA!, Takde aktiviti yang lagi best ke?"... Well... entah... I guess the fact that I am Information System Management student sort of define the kind of interest I have. Hmm... But I wont be talking about Ubuntu right now, writing technical stuffs is not really my turf. I think I'd rather stick on rambling. Sementara menunggu application selesai di-install, maka tangan pun dengan automatik me-login-kan diri ke blog dan mula menari dengan rancaknya di atas papan kekunci ini sungguhpun tiada muzik latar yang mengiringi, hanya bunyi deruan kipas pada kelajuan maksimum dan nyanyian cengkerik yang tengah praktis nak join akademi fantasia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... bulan puasa memang best, sebab tenang tapi meriah.. Tenang sebab well, like I said in the previous post, time ni semua pun baik. Meriah sebab kawan-kawan ramai yang muslim so semua pun puasa, pastu yang bestnya bila bersahur dan berbuka, macam-macam ragam ada. Hahaaa...&amp;nbsp; Hmm... tapi satu perbezaan yang saya perasan bila berada di tanah semenanjung ni dengan Sarawak is orang sini actually find it funny for the idea of me, the none muslim to fast along with them. Tapi kalau kat sarawak, kawan-kawan memang dah biasa, hahaha... Tapi yang lagi kelakar, kat sini kalau tak puasa sekali pun kena komen,... Its like an endless joke to some of them in fact... Tapi bagi saya, biarlah orang nak cakap apa pun, everyone has a right for expression.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang saya tahu, I respect them for all they are. In Christian pun ada puasa so no, I am not new to the idea of fasting. In fact for the sake of sharing, Christians do fast for 40 days starting from Ash Wednesday till Good Friday... And no, when I was fasting, I didn't go around asking my friend &lt;b&gt;"Weh, ko puasa tak?" &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;b&gt;"Eh, ko dah breakfast?"&lt;/b&gt; or asking &lt;b&gt;"Ko g mana? G beli cekodok eh?" &lt;/b&gt;when my friend walk out of the class during class break. Fasting, restraining oneself from foods and drinks and all sort of immoral behaviour... the idea is similar though they are certainly some differences.... I'm not all pious and goody-goody but for me, fasting is a very holistic action, and thus should be treated with all respect, not to be made a joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngomel punya ngomel, jam pun menunjukkan pukul 5:11am. Tak lama lagi, kawan-kawan akan bangun untuk bersahur. Selamat&amp;nbsp; bersahur kawan-kawan, dan selamat berpuasa. :) Dan saya still tak ngantuk lagi..... uhuk... :'(&lt;br /&gt;
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Ingat lagi masa sekolah rendah dulu dalam kelas ada sorang budak melayu nama Ahmad. Si Ahmad ni selalu diserang penyakit asma, kalau hari-hari biasa pun dia lembik je, masa bulan puasa lagilah. Memang kesian woo... tapi masa tu kecik lagi kot, darjah satu/ dua camtu. Kawan-kawan yang Islam ni pun baru-baru nak belajar puasa lagi. Pastu yang si Ahmad ni selalu la kena batalkan puasa dia sebab dia sakit, pastu kawan-kawan dia yang lain dengan kejammnya keluarkan statement: "Eeee, Ahmad tak puasa! Tak malu... " Huuhuu... Kesian... apalah agaknya khabar si Ahmad ni sekarang, kalau terjumpa dia agaknya saya masih cam ke lagi? Huuhuu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But from the memory of that little me, there's one thing I notice whenever its Ramadhan, there would be these wonderful places that sells so&amp;nbsp; many yummy-yummy foods and oh how I love those places. I remember those times I followed my daddy and I get to choose all my favourite foods, well, heheh... pilih je lebih, yang makan wasn't me... Hahaa... Kalau masa hari biasa, tempat ni tak wujud pun, siang hari pun takde. I noticed that this wonderful heaven of foods cuma ada time dah petang-petang, macam pasar malam, tapi tak pula lanjut sampai ke malam. Masa tu bukan tau apa-apa, nak sebut "Ramadhan" pun tak reti, nak tau apa maknanya jauh la sekali! Yang tau seronok je... ahaks! Dah besar ni baru tau, rupanya tempat yang best tu namanya bazaar Ramadhan, ada cuma masa bulan Ramadhan je untuk cater for umat Islam yang nak berbuka puasa, sebab tu yang banyak dijual adalah makanan. Hahaaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TGFRscT2ScI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2AXw6QgQXpo/s1600/ramadan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TGFRscT2ScI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2AXw6QgQXpo/s400/ramadan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macam-macam ada wooo~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing about Ramadhan is somehow, things become so much more peaceful. I guess, maybe for the fact that we are Malaysians where Muslims make a large portion out of the population, thus a lot of people are fasting. The relevance with things being peaceful? Well, since their fasting not only involve restraining oneself from eating and drinking but also from all sort of inappropriate and immoral attitude. Therefore, my conclusion is this Ramadhan season does make people nicer, sweeter and better someway, somehow. Heeheeee..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, since the time is here again, lets enjoy it together. I know I would have great times, I love my housemates this time. They are always so cheerful. Sekarang ni bila tension-tension atau penat, tengok je telatah mereka pasti terhibur, tapi most of the time bukan setakat terhibur je, sampai tak kering gusi jugak arh! Kadang-kadang sampai berguling-guling juga tergelak akibat penangan telatah dorang nih!&amp;nbsp; Rasanya kalau adalah pertandingan &lt;i&gt;"Ratu Lawak"&lt;/i&gt; memang saya undi mereka ni habis-habisan!&amp;nbsp; Hahaa..... I am the only none muslim in this house but they never took me as strangers or outsiders. The same applied to my second family here, The Naharuddins, they simply take me in for who I am, no prejudice, no judging.&amp;nbsp; For me, that is the beauty of God's creation, as it is the Almighty who created us with these wonderful, beautiful emotions that bond us together and as for loving and caring for each other unconditionally, is simply................ Joy................................. Salam Ramadhan to all... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-793122298443736014?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/793122298443736014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-that-time-around-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/793122298443736014?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/793122298443736014?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-that-time-around-again.html' title='Its that time around again...'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07852390507384731855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TGFRscT2ScI/AAAAAAAAAVI/2AXw6QgQXpo/s72-c/ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUADSHo-cSp7ImA9Wx5SEEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-8074556834640770809</id><published>2010-08-05T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:16:19.459-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-05T07:16:19.459-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title>Why being alone can feel good to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“How come you’re always alone?”… “Why are you always alone?”… &lt;/b&gt;seems like favourite question of the century to be asked for me to answer. Naturally, I’m very firm on who I am and what I’m doing. I don’t find the need of having to explain myself but I do understand the feeling of needing to know something, so here, let me explain why being alone feels good to me and for God knows how many times I need to repeat this, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“I HONESTLY, AND SINCERELY DO ENJOY MY SOLITARY MOMENT”. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;But anyway, here's why...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don’t like making people wait for me just as much as I don’t really fancy having to wait for others. Not that I have no patient, sure I can wait, and if I had to, I won’t complain or whine either, just that if it can be avoided, why bother? Pardon me for being maybe a little insensitive here but I don’t see the point of having to wait for one to finish their personal business, then that person in turn wait for you to finish your personal business, what the heck?! Here’s how it work for me, you go do your thing and I do my thing, and if we need and must meet, we’ll meet when we’re done. Fair enough? So even if our businesses are not at the same time, then its all the more reason why one should not have to wait for another. There, saves lots of time, the boredom and irritation of waiting, no? &lt;i&gt;(If you disagree then its no wonder why you and me don’t get along well enough... don’t fret though, it’s nobody’s fault really, just a matter of choice and freewill really is free you see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m not much of a verbal person… Not unless I’m comfortable with the other party, I’m usually quiet and monotonous. Yeah, yeah… I’m aware that people tend to see this as snobbish, or blur, or ignorant or even emo-freak. Let me tell you the bold truth, just because I seem ignorant doesn’t mean I’m oblivious. Trust me, try be silent for just a short while and it’ll amaze you of how much information you can absorb. Just because I don’t talk that much doesn’t mean I don’t observe and listen. Even if I don’t mean to be busy-body &lt;i&gt;(I have zero interest in that field anyway)&lt;/i&gt; and poke my nose where it doesn’t belong, hey, my senses are working ok? Consciously or subconsciously, information flows in through my senses to my brain, be it important things and downright to petty, unnecessary gossips. Then again, just because I know, doesn’t mean I must spread it around. So, if it doesn’t directly concern me, I’ll still say “&lt;i&gt;I don’t know” &lt;/i&gt;and shrugged my shoulder to it, being prejudice is just really not my forte.  I like to stick to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“what’s none of my business is none of my business, the end~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not an angel. I don’t like gossiping or being a backstabber. But here’s the thing, who does and say it like it is??? So here’s how I can avoid it. When I’m alone, the only one I can whine to, complain to, talk to, and curse is myself and GOD.  So I took my pick. I’m not a goody-goody, when I’m with my besties, I talk a lot too, I can even be the joker of the group when it’s the right people. But one thing I grew up with and still hold on to is I will not backstab a friend. If I need to stab, I’ll stab them one on one, and the closer I am to that person, the harder I’ll stab, cause if that person doesn’t mean that much to me, I wouldn’t have even bother. I’m an expert in brushing things away and walk away when it comes to dealing with what &amp;amp; who’s not worth it~ so?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simple, I work better when I’m alone. Ideas comes more naturally when I’m alone cause there’s no noise and distraction. Not that I’m saying friends are distracting just that its only natural when you have company, you would want to talk someway, somehow, anyhow right?&amp;nbsp; Especially girls, come on, even the most quiet girl, but when with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? The talk &lt;b&gt;REALLY DOES&lt;/b&gt; drags on forever! But if you’re alone, there’s no need for that. Thing is, some people need companies of others to function while some doesn’t and my trait, is the latter. Neither is wrong, it’s just that again like I said before, a matter of choice, personal preferences that’s all.  &lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, why am I doing this again? Owh… just for the hope I could save few curious cats from dying, I do love God’s creation despite my aloof appearance okay? Another question that I found rather funny to be asked is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“How come you don’t seem to have any friends?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,.. Here’s a clue, if you are one of those who asked that question, well, it means we’re just not close enough, because if we are, you won’t be asking that question, -- Logical and makes perfect sense. Friends would know how much their friends are worth for them and how worthy they are to their friends. Simple and yet… Nah, I really don’t feel like I want to go on with this one. Anyway, point is… Yes, I’m alone most of the time, and I like it, I enjoy my solitary moment just as much as I enjoy the companies of my friends and families; and without going on again on the whole thing about being introverted, yes, it does make perfect sense to me why being alone can feel so good... I accept people for who they are, as in their personality, which defines them, and with all due respect, whether they want to change or not in any way, that’s really not up to me to decide…But what I CAN decide is do I like them or not, and are they worthy to be people I call FRIENDS... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-8074556834640770809?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/8074556834640770809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-being-alone-can-feel-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/8074556834640770809?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/8074556834640770809?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-being-alone-can-feel-good.html' title='Why being alone can feel good to me...'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07852390507384731855'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4AQ3wzeip7ImA9Wx5TF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-8166371852080750486</id><published>2010-08-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:35:42.282-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-01T23:35:42.282-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title>Putus sudah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lewat malam semalam, saya menyembang online dengan seorang sahabat saya. Kami memang rapat, banyak rahsia yang kami kongsi, yang bukan rahsia lagilah banyak! Huahua... Ceritanya begini.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weh... aku sedih ni...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Kenape weh, cakaplah, aku dengar ni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apa????! Dah putus??? Camne boleh jadi camtu? Selama ni kan elok je???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aku pun tak tahu... Aku pun susah nak terima lagi ni. Jadi mengejut, aku langsung tak jangka.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sahabat: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ish... macam mana boleh jadi macam ni???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aku tak tahu. Tau-tau je tiba-tiba dah putus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eish, takkanlah tiba-tiba je? Mesti ada sebabnya!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entahla, aku rasa sebab dah lama kot. Dah lama dia jadi teman aku. Selama ni dia setia je dengan aku, dengan segala karenah aku...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dah tu takkan tetiba boleh putus kalau dah selama ni elok je? Ko ada buat ape-ape kat dia ke sampai boleh putus???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe lah kot, yelah dah lama kan? Selama ni aku selalu pijak-pijak dia, aku guna dia untuk sepak-sepak segala sampah sarap la bagai...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat:&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; HUH?? KO PIJAK PAKWE KO??? KO NI BIAR BETUL???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saya:&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cup! Cup! Bila masa lak aku cakap pasal pakwe aku?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat:&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Habis tu?... Cerita bab putus-putus ni apelah? Jap? KO ADE SKANDAL KE?! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saya: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoa! Cup! Ko ni faham tang mana?? Aku cakap pasal selipar jamban kesayangan aku la, yang aku sayang sangat-sangat tu. Mahal tu aku beli! Yang ko ni kenape???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;Sahabat:&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; !@£$%^&amp;amp;*!.............&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahaha..... cerita yang terkandung dalam entri ini hanyalah rekaan semata-mata. Selipar jamban saya tak putus pun lagi, elok lagi dalam jamban tu haa. Tapi saya saje sengal nak kenakan kawan tu. Hahaha! Inilah contohnya bagaimana kita ni kadang-kadang cepat sungguh prejudis, belum tau apa-apa lagi dah buat penilaian, dah bagi judgement. So? Hm.... Your life, you decide... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu lepas, saya ditemani adik saya &lt;a href="http://nabilla-naha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nabilla&lt;/a&gt; beli sekotak Pastel Dye Stick, macam krayon untuk fabrik la. Saya pantang ada medium-medium macam ni. Selagi tak mencuba, selagi itu otak saya ligat berfikir cara untuk manfaatkan alat-alat ni, ceewah! Hahaa...&amp;nbsp;Kali ini, mangsa saya ialah baju saya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untuk pengetahuan yang ingin tahu, Pastel Dye Stick ni paling sesuai kalau digunakan atas kain jenis cotton. Untuk lebih senang, lakarlah dahulu design yang dikehendaki atas kertas, barulah mudah untuk dapatkan gambarannya nanti. Bila nak mula melakar atas baju tu, pastikan permukaan baju tersebut tidak berkedut, dan lapiklah bahagian bawah baju tersebut dengan kertas supaya kerja melakar lebih mudah dilakukan dan tak comot. Jangan risau sekiranya tersilap sebab Pastel Dye Stick ni boleh dibasuh selagi belum diseterika. Maksudnya jika anda tersilap lakar, basuh je baju tu dan kesan lakaran anda tadi akan hilang. Sekiranya anda sudah berpuas hati dengan hasil seni anda, seterika baju tersebut pada suhu yang bersesuaian dengan jenis fabrik baju anda, dan... siap! Maka terhasillah sudah baju 'baru' anda... heeheee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;*Harap maaf, kualiti gambar tak cantik sangat sebab kamera tak canggih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bising!!!&amp;nbsp; Tension la juga. Malangnya saya jenis orang yang memerlukan suasana yang sunyi untuk bekerja. Saya mudah tergganggu dengan segala bunyi-bunyian. Tapi, kalau nak menrungut pun, tak akan selesaikan apa-apa masalah. Jadi, lepas ni saya nak merayau ke Guardian atau Watson sebentar mencari 'ear-plug'. Dulu saya sentiasa ada bekalan 'ear-plug', tapi semester lepas saya tak beli sebab semester lepas tak bising macam ni. Sekarang ni, dengan bunyi traktor yang tak sudah-sudah mengubah itu ini, bunyi platun kesatria yang memekak pagi-pagi diiringi komander yang memang dilatih untuk menjerit sungguhpuh platun hanya di depan mata jaraknya, bunyi.... Arhhgh... macam-macam bunyi!!! Penat telinga, penat otak! Huuu....&amp;nbsp; :'(&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bercakap tentang menulis ni teringat pula masa masih di bangku sekolah dahulu. Saya memang cukup gemar membaca dan menulis. Kalau ada pertandingan yang melibatkan membaca atau menulis, nescaya nama saya akan terpampang sebagai salah seorang dari pemenang. Kalau bab mengarang memang dengan yakin 'A' ada dalam genggaman tak kiralah BM mahupun BI. Muka saya memang boleh dikatakan muka &lt;i&gt;'library-friendly'&lt;/i&gt; gitu. Sampaikan saya pernah diberi kepercayaan untuk pegang kunci perpustakaan sekolah dan bertanggungjawab untuk buka pintu perpustakaan setiap pagi sebab di situlah tempat saya melepak mengisi masa-masa terluang sebelum kelas bermula. Huhuu... tapi ironiknya bila dah bergelar pelajar universiti ni kurang pula aktiviti begini. Bila fikir-fikir balik, terasa pemalas sungguh la saya bila dah bergelar mahasiswi nih, hish! Kalau masa sekolah dulu, pantang ada masa terluang sedikit, pasti saya isi dengan sama ada membaca atau menulis. Cikgu-cikgu BM &amp;amp; BI saya selalu kata, gaya penulisan saya pada masa tu dah setaraf dengan gaya pemikiran pelajar universiti! Fuh! masa tu memang kembang tak hingat woo, tapi control cool tuh, padahal dalam hati punya la bangga woo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi itu dulu, sekarang?? Rasa hampeh betol! Nak membaca pun, hadeih...&amp;nbsp; Payah! Menulis? Apatah lagi! Entahlah... Mungkin saya perlu beri sedikit ruang pada diri sendiri dan melihat dari perpspektif yang berbeza. Mungkin nanti akan saya dapat kembali semangat yang dulunya begitu hebat dalam diri saya. Mungkin saya patut lebih jujur pada diri sendiri dan lakukan apa yang memberi ketenangan pada diri. Semoga anda semua begitu juga, berjaya dalam apa saja yang anda lakukan dan senang hati dengan apa saja jalan yang anda pilih... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839492270798288811-972577561198590465?l=ramblecurators.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/feeds/972577561198590465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/07/ngomel-ngomel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/972577561198590465?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839492270798288811/posts/default/972577561198590465?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblecurators.blogspot.com/2010/07/ngomel-ngomel.html' title='Ngomel-ngomel...'/><author><name>Denna the Loner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14410494047004663087</uri><email>ramblecurators@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07852390507384731855'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHXqNcUMobs/TFLXjOty_gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nZjh7WTHMJo/s72-c/DSC05694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YAQHwyeip7ImA9WxFaGEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839492270798288811.post-5851520578673840451</id><published>2010-07-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:05:41.292-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-22T08:05:41.292-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title>5 ringgit je?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kisah ni berlaku semalam, masa keluar membuang masa bersama Mat Sengih. Kisahnya macam ni,... saya kalau dah keluar tak minat melepak-lepak tak tentu pasal, saya tak suka shopping, dan saya tak suka cuci-cuci mata kat mall. Memang lazimya perempuan minat benda-benda macam tu but not me, maybe sebab membesar dengan adik-beradik semua lelaki kot so saya ni memang agak ganas sikit. Tapi sebab dah Mat Sengih kata nak jumpa, nanti bila masing-masing dah busy susah nak jumpa plak, so saya turutkan saje la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, kami pun pergila masuk satu kedai souvenir ni kat one of the mall kat shah alam ni ha. &lt;i&gt;(Xyah kot bagi nama specific, kang kena saman x pasal2, bankrap gue yang memang dah sedia pokai nih!)&lt;/i&gt; Saya dan Mat Sengih ada minat yang sama, kami suka kumpul gadget-gadget atau item-item yang unik dan pelik. Berbalik kepada cerita saya tadi,.. Dalam kedai ni tadi, saya terjumpa la satu item yang agak menarik bagi saya. It was a bottle of DIY Horoscope Wishing Crystal.&lt;i&gt; (Huh? muka hairan sambil kening terangkat sebelah cam Ziana Zain)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, saya tak la percaya nak buat wish kat crystal ni, saya tertarik sebab cara nak membentuk crystal tu. Its something i've never tried before, selalu tengok crystal nampak sama ada dalam bentuk dust atau yang solid in form of jewelleries, tapi tak pernah pulak try bentukkan crystal dust into crystal cluster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kan, yang saya nak cerita kali ni bukan pasal crystal tu, tapi pasal minah yang kerja kat kedai tu. Masa saya dan Mat Sengih masuk kedai, standard la bila kita as customer bila masuk satu-satu kedai mestila ronda-ronda dulu unless memang dah ada fixed item yang nak dibeli. Pastu Minah Kedai ni pun dengan nada yang saya anggap agak kurang-asam, dia suruh kami ambil bakul yang disediakan untuk letak barang yang kami nak beli. I mean, memang la she means well, tapi we were customers, kalau nak cakap pun biarla guna nada yang sopan sikit, ini tidak, cakap macam kami ni budak tadika yang degil tak nak buat keje sekolah je! Itu ok lagi, biasala pompuan, ada time-time emo sikit, so saya pun buat bodo jela. Tapi bila kami nak bayar tu yang memang menyebabkan saya rasa menyampah tahap sampah-sarap betol kat kedai and Minah Kedai tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, saya dan Mat Sengih beli la wishing crystal tu. Harganya RM5 je. Pastu masa kat cashier counter tu Minah Kedai tu dengan sangat poyo tahap 'aku-nak-bagi-penampar' cakap, &lt;b&gt;"Ini je ke? 5 ringgit je ye, tolong bagi duit cukup-cukup ye.... "&lt;/b&gt;... Kuang...kuang... Kalau sungguh la kedai tu ada polisi macam bas &amp;nbsp;Rapid KL yang takkan bagi balik baki duit ke or apa-apa special policy yang megatakan customer mesti beli at least half of the kedai ke or maybe wajib sediakan duit cukup-cukup ke, at least cakap and bagitau la elok-elok. Ini? Haish... @!$%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*(£!?&amp;lt;{_! betol! ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Bon Odori Festival, held in Panasonic Sports Complex in Shah Alam, Selangor. The event started at 6pm and ends at 9.15pm. We were warned that its going to be swarming with people so public transport is advisable. Lucky for us there were free shuttles provided by the event organizer from KTM Shah Alam to the event avenue. I’m not the Japan freak here but ironically I was the one who actually got us going there because I just thought it would be a nice get-together time after quite sometime not seeing each other though it was Leo who shared the info of the event through facebook. Turns out that it’s actually an annual event held in Penang and Shah Alam. Yang lagi best even the weather was giving its best to make the event so beautiful. Nak tau lebih lanjut baca ni. &lt;a href="http://www.dslrfanclub.com/events/169-bon-odori-2010-shah-alam.html"&gt;Bon Odori Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m not the one who’s really into these Japanese stuff but I can compromise if its for friends. So the first thing we did when we got there was of couse, 'FOOD HUNTING!!!', as quoted from the very excited Leo. It was a nice experience seeing and tasting all the food I never knew of before. Then, as the meaning of 'Bon Odori' actually implies, of course there were dances. There were dancers wearing their colorful yukatas on the stage dancing the Japanese cultural dance while the crowd dance along at the open area. Well,... I'm not giving excuses but, no,.. I didn't really dance along on account of adalah orang ni kan yang eksaited sangat-sangat sampai member pun jadi macam tempat letak beg dan barang, &lt;i&gt;(banyak dan berat plak tuh!)&lt;/i&gt; Yes Leo! I'm talking bout you! Don't give me the 'I-didn't-do-it' face! huh! Pastu ada plak sorang minah ni puuuunya la bersemangat menari, siap ikut semua movement dengan bersungguh-sungguh dari awal sampai habis. Dia tak kisah pun walaupun tengah batuk-batuk dan suara rock serak-serak basah ala-ala Ella ratu rock Malaysia gitu kan... Lalalala... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi all in all, memang fun la this event. I really respect the Japanese particularly on the part of how they are so respectful and proud of their ancestors' heritage and tradition. Selalunya saya memang BENCI tempat yang ramai orang sebab bila dah ramai-ramai macam tu memang macam-macam orang, macam-macam ragam, macam-macam bau dan segala macam lagila macam-macamnya! Yang paling saya tak tahan, dahla sesak, pastu ada plak manusia yang tak reti-reti lagi nak menghargai oksigen yang memang dah sedia ciput, nak juga jadi pembunuh sialan dengan rokok mereka yang bau busuk tahap kubur-kata- mari tuh, &lt;i&gt;(Yeah, I am open-minded but one thing I don't tolerate well with is smokers, so I'm not sorry by saying you people suck even if you happen to be my friend and you smoke) &lt;/i&gt;But I was REALLY impressed sebab sepanjang event tu berlangsung, memang tak ada sucker yang merokok! Though it was held in wide open area, but I did not sense any suckers smoking, which I found very pleasing. Dengan cuaca yang cantik, suasana event yang very colourful and merry, foods were really nice, walaupun kami terpaksa berbaris sampai 45 minit semata-mata nak tunggu takoyaki, but it was worth the time and all. Kami dah plan dah nak pergi lagi next year. Leo and Hendriq lagi advance, siap dah plan schedule for food-hunting for the next year! Hahaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bosan tahap Cipan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bodoh tahap Cipan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;@£@$! tahap Cipan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Memang cipan ni ada some sort of rekod jenayah ke? Ke masa dia sekolah dulu jenis student yang asyik dapat demerit sampai kena gantung sekolah, tu pasal terpaksa masuk zoo sebab dah takde orang lain nak terima??&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scientifically, &amp;nbsp;a crystal is a solid substance in which the atoms, molecules, or ions are arranged in an orderly repeating pattern extending in all three spatial dimensions. The word crystal is a loan from the ancient Greek word (krustallos), which had the same meaning, but according to the ancient understanding of crystal. At root it means anything congealed by freezing, such as ice. The word once referred particularly to quartz, or "rock crystal". Most metals encountered in everyday life are polycrystals. Crystals are often symmetrically intergrown to form crystal twins. &amp;nbsp;So you see, it all actually relate to one another. The keywords are the same-- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;rock, pressure, minerals, heat, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A gemstone or gem, also called a precious or semi-precious stone, is a piece of attractive mineral, which - when cut and polished - is used to make jewelry or other adornments. However certain rocks, such as lapis-lazuli and organic materials such as amber or jet are not minerals, but are still used for jewelry and gemstone rings, and are therefore often considered to be gemstones as well. Most gemstones are hard, but some soft minerals are used in jewelry because of their lustre or other physical properties that have aesthetic value. Rarity is another characteristic that lends value to a gemstone. One of the famous gemstones I know is the Hope diamond, I read about it in some article and never forget. Not particularly because it found it amusing then, but its because it was found on the same date as my birthdate, 26 January! Ngahahaha! :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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