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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 03:50:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>congratulations</category><category>condolonces; sad</category><category>Islam</category><category>birthday</category><category>Rajin; Lazy; Wet; Concentrate; my day</category><category>Inspiring; johnny cupcakes; bored</category><category>first time</category><category>generation Y; millenial; spoiled; brat; new generation</category><category>family gathering</category><category>relax; empty; click five; spa; wedding; fun; orchestra; Brunei</category><category>baju; hari raya; kedai jahit</category><category>saudara</category><category>ikhwan</category><category>surgery</category><category>Love; soulmate; lucky</category><category>Love; self; family; friends</category><category>Corny lines</category><category>Rasulullah</category><category>telbru photo hunt</category><category>facebook; friendster; privacy</category><category>dental</category><category>hoax; spam; junk; email</category><category>email;food;bless;</category><category>myself</category><category>make up; transform; masamichi; k</category><category>doa; kesedaran</category><category>ipod party; ramadhan</category><category>haunted house; japan; dare</category><category>university</category><category>green; little do; big change</category><category>spam; ericsson free laptop; freebies;</category><category>kids</category><title>A Gem in my name</title><description>Gemma: Living Life to the Fullest</description><link>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/gymahz" /><feedburner:info uri="gymahz" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-8614229156958256773</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T16:34:20.341-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">university</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">congratulations</category><title>All Grown Up~</title><description>First and foremost.. heartiest congratulations to all my cousins, Inur, Alif and Alai, for their entrance to University! and also to all Bruneians that managed to enter UBD and ITB for their degree course. Its gonna be a very memorable moments in your life I tell you. Words can not describe how interesting it is... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say... Learn all you can, make friends with every body you met, make memories where you can and savour every bits during those years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great wisdom is generous; petty wisdom is contentious. Great speech is impassioned, small speech cantankerous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/z/zhuangzi167980.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 17, 255); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Zhuang Z&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-8614229156958256773?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/G1Tu71d2X0o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/G1Tu71d2X0o/all-grown-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-grown-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-8184091584052325229</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-16T19:32:14.634-07:00</atom:updated><title>Is that yours?</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesinisterpenguin/3819292080/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3819292080_814e273aea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesinisterpenguin/3819292080/"&gt;Is that yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thesinisterpenguin/"&gt;thesinisterpenguin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ain't this cute!! I love it! Photos not taken by me, but i love it so much.. it deserves to be shared~ Enjoy the rest of his sets. He's good! :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-8184091584052325229?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/0bcD4ydaupg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/0bcD4ydaupg/is-that-yours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3819292080_814e273aea_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-that-yours.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-6315688155401647755</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 08:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-27T01:17:33.794-07:00</atom:updated><title>What's happening to our society?</title><description>Last time I want to buy a magazine... but I decided to go against that because in every magazine cover I see the word S-E-X?&lt;div&gt;So basically that is the selling point of every magazine, dramas and movies nowadays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder we're heading towards doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a penny of my thoughts~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-6315688155401647755?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/rQtP38BzBss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/rQtP38BzBss/whats-happening-to-our-society.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/03/whats-happening-to-our-society.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-6954296751556307093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-18T15:09:04.896-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Islam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">saudara</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ikhwan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rasulullah</category><title>Ikhwan kah kita?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I read this from http://myc-ubd.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html and I almost cried...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Al-kisah sebuah pertemuan baginda dengan sahabat-sahabatnya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Di saat mana Rasulullah mengatakan dia merindui saudara-saudaranya, suasana di majlis pertemuan itu hening sejenak. Semua yang hadir diam membatu. Mereka seperti sedang memikirkan sesuatu. Lebih-lebih lagi Saidina Abu Bakar. Itulah pertama kali dia mendengar orang yang sangat dikasihi melafazkan pengakuan demikian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seulas senyuman yang sedia terukir dibibirnya pun terungkai. Wajahnya yang tenang berubah warna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Apakah maksudmu berkata demikian wahai Rasulullah? Bukankah kami ini saudara-saudaramu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saidina Abu Bakar bertanya melepaskan gumpalan teka-teki yang mula menyerabut fikiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tidak, wahai Abu Bakar. Kamu semua adalah sahabat-sahabatku tetapi bukan saudara-saudaraku (ikhwan),"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;suara Rasulullah bernada rendah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Kami juga ikhwanmu, wahai Rasulullah,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;kata seorang sahabat yang lain pula. Rasulullah menggeleng-gelangkan kepalanya perlahan-lahan sambil tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kemudian baginda bersuara:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saudaraku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; ialah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;mereka yang belum pernah melihatku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; tetapi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;mereka beriman denganku sebagai Rasul Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;mereka sangat mencintaiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Malahan kecintaan mereka kepadaku melebihi cinta mereka kepada anak-anak dan orang tua mereka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pada ketika yang lain pula, Rasulullah menceritakan tentang keimanan ‘ikhwan’ baginda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Siapakah yang paling ajaib imannya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;tanya Rasulullah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Malaikat,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;jawab sahabat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Bagaimana para malaikat tidak beriman kepada Allah sedangkan mereka sentiasa hampir dengan Allah,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; jelas Rasulullah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para sahabat terdiam seketika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kemudian mereka berkata lagi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Para nabi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Bagaimana para nabi tidak beriman, sedangkan wahyu diturunkan kepada mereka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Mungkin kami,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;celah seorang sahabat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Bagaimana kamu tidak beriman sedangkan aku berada ditengah-tengah kau,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;pintas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rasulullah menyangkal hujah sahabatnya itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Kalau begitu, hanya Allah dan Rasul-Nya sahaja yang lebih mengetahui,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;jawab seorang sahabat lagi, mengakui kelemahan mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Kalau kamu ingin tahu siapa mereka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mereka ialah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;umatku yang hidup selepasku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka membaca Al Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;beriman dengan semua isinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Berbahagialah orang yang dapat berjumpa dan beriman denganku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;tujuh kali lebih berbahagia orang yang beriman denganku tetapi tidak pernah berjumpa denganku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; jelas Rasulullah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aku sungguh rindu hendak bertemu dengan mereka,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ucap Rasulullah lagi setelah seketika membisu. Ada berbaur kesayuan pada ucapannya itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think: R we worth to be missed by Rasulullah s.a.w? Did we practise what being preached? Did we lived to what we were told? Are we too concern with now rather than what to come?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-6954296751556307093?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/UuXvmdhtqls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/UuXvmdhtqls/ikhwan-kah-kita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ikhwan-kah-kita.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-5294566234776038192</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T06:30:29.952-08:00</atom:updated><title>la di da day~</title><description>WHAT A DAY!!!!&lt;div&gt;Awal2 pagi sudah exercise... up n down the stairs... hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a story short.. at first sasak ku jua lah sama Monica Sherlox atu... waaahhhh sangat la pemajal. Sampai cara ku duduk atu pun ia kan komplen. Ok, maybe his intention is well lah... but sometimes, u know lah kan, never are we fond of ppl who loves to make them 'mr know it all'. Nada kan? Sometimes, boring jua lah leh nya. I'll need/ require some times to get used to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skali nya, life wise.. same o same o... nada jua amazing nya... ooo apart from this Molten Chocolate Cake I ate arah Tez Amour @ Wisma Yakin. Delicious-so~ Nganya sikit.. seriously, harga nya $6.50 ah tadi... not worth it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite tag-line of the day "Someday, you'll find a guy who can surprise you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well-said~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-5294566234776038192?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/C-UqUxdPO3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/C-UqUxdPO3g/la-di-da-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-di-da-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-2703097773606637246</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-05T22:23:05.338-08:00</atom:updated><title>For the better me...</title><description>I've been reading a lot of blogs and I think Allah has given me his hidayah in a very subtle way.&lt;div&gt;I hope he will always provide me his guidance and his support through out my journey and I hope everything that I've done up to now, with all the hiccups and all, will always with his blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to see further improvements on my self, I even set that as part of my 2010 goal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- As much as I can, try to wear Hijab when going out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To pray on the right time, and as much as possible, try not to skip it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wake up early, utk sembahyang Subuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Try not to buy useless stuff .... save money for Haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- No more online shopping.. use less credit card. Pay Credit card slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Stay healthy. Keep doing sports.. exercise.. jaga makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can achieve these goals... and be more discipline in executing them. Insyallah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-2703097773606637246?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/DvHPgcttA68" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/DvHPgcttA68/for-better-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-better-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-5247053011601854157</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T16:19:44.977-08:00</atom:updated><title>Extraordinaire~</title><description>I don't know of thats thr correct spelling but wateverrr... Neway i actually wanted to blog yesterday but i was too freaking tired. Its amazing how too much thinking can tire u out easily... I wish thinking could burns calories as well. Then i like to think all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was quite an extraordinary day. First my expats colleague immitating my friend who was talking with her mouth full leaving us dumbfounded. When he realised that we stopped talking he then said "I m sorry... I just can't help it. It sounds funny..." I laughed at my friend. I am amazed that I can actually understand her with her mouth full.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had an interview sessions with all my high school mates back in PJN. Apparently, BT would like to make a scoop about Science Class in KB n we were like the first intake for that.&lt;br /&gt;At first it was quite apalling, but after that it was just plain so so.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite disappointed really... Initially I tawt that the intetview was something like  what we have been doing so far... Success stories... What were the good memories we can remember in the school.. Things like that. But it was the way around~&lt;br /&gt;I may not a journalist but I am a bit curious... Shouldn't a journalist atleast be a lil bit prepared on the scoop he is planning to do? I am quite apalled actually on the first question he asked us 'what exactly is science class?' ehhh watttt???&lt;br /&gt;I mean u would like to make a stoy about science class, shouldn't you atleast know this bit?? Not making sense i tell you. Its like attending a function without knowing what the fuction is about!!! &lt;br /&gt;And what i am not happy with... He seems to be listening to only one person. Bless him for being able to answer all those questions... For me, I just don't see the relevant of asking that question to us, like why make a science class in KB, why choose this school, what's so special with this class?? &lt;br /&gt;How the eff should we know this stuff. All i know is, its high school !!! I come to learn new stuff... Make new friends. Isn't that what a child supposed to feel???? Wouldn't it be better to ask these questions to the person who started this off????&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that I feel the current management feels that now is better than our years!!! Of course it should be!!! That's what we would like to see... Improvements!!! But then, don't you hink because the foundation is there, thats y it is achieved? And don't you think because of Science Class, everyhing is much better??? &lt;br /&gt;So now i wonder what the outcome would be. I think it is much better if those questions were asked to our principal at that time. &lt;br /&gt;Right i think that is long enough.... Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-5247053011601854157?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/4tN88r6zBHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/4tN88r6zBHw/extraordinaire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2010/02/extraordinaire.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-7195757004781614109</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T17:16:58.139-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ironic</title><description>&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl wish 'Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha' without remembering the history behind it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl celebrate Christmas without understanding the real history behind it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl claim they are muslims and yet don't perform the 5 solats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl said lets party instead of having doa selamat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl remember Allah when they are in trouble but easily forgets when they are not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl remember 14th February but easily forgets Prophet Muhammad's Birthday on 12th Rabiul Awal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl recite the Gregorian's Calendar month but not Hijri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl boasted they can build tallest building in the world and easily blamed others when the building crumbled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How easily ppl recite alphabets but not Jawi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'BitStream vera Sans', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Rasulullah bersabda, “&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Bukan kemiskinan yang aku khawatirkan menimpa kalian, akan tetapi yang aku takutkan apabila &lt;a href="http://www.ilmoe.com/tag/dunia" class="st_tag internal_tag" rel="tag" title="Posts tagged with dunia" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(41, 112, 166); text-decoration: none; "&gt;dunia&lt;/a&gt; itu dibukakan untuk kalian, lalu kalian berlomba-lomba mencari &lt;a href="http://www.ilmoe.com/tag/dunia" class="st_tag internal_tag" rel="tag" title="Posts tagged with dunia" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(41, 112, 166); text-decoration: none; "&gt;dunia&lt;/a&gt; sebagaimana orang-orang sebelum kalian berlomba mencarinya, maka &lt;a href="http://www.ilmoe.com/tag/dunia" class="st_tag internal_tag" rel="tag" title="Posts tagged with dunia" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(41, 112, 166); text-decoration: none; "&gt;dunia&lt;/a&gt; tersebut akan menghancurkan kalian sebagaimana &lt;a href="http://www.ilmoe.com/tag/dunia" class="st_tag internal_tag" rel="tag" title="Posts tagged with dunia" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(41, 112, 166); text-decoration: none; "&gt;dunia&lt;/a&gt; telah menghancurkan orang sebelum kalian&lt;/strong&gt;.” (HR Bukhari Muslim).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-7195757004781614109?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/-K_cz3uHmSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/-K_cz3uHmSI/ironic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/12/ironic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-3381680528158365604</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T06:52:10.842-08:00</atom:updated><title>May My Wish(es) come true</title><description>So i was doing this IDP shit for my future... @ work actually. If you work with me, then u should understand it is. Its like planning your future, where you wanna end up stuff like that. So i come across to these questions... Lyk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOAL&lt;br /&gt;- In order to reach the goal I need to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this in my head... my brain of mind.. this thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GOAL : Be in Love&lt;br /&gt;- In order to reach the goal I need to...&lt;br /&gt;*blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!! I was that *blank* What should a girl do?? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then.. here's what I want to see or happen at least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish to whisk off in a sports Car!!!! &lt;br /&gt;**** I am not a sucker for sports car... for me it was ok. Its a car that I will never buy because it sooooo $$! But yeah, I want to at least feel the ultimate feeling riding a sports car with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish to receive a bouquet of flower by surprise~&lt;br /&gt;**** it happened by accident actually. I saw from my rear view mirror, a guy carrying a bouquet of flower. At that point, I was surprised and there was this good feeling. If only it was for me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish to hold a guy's hand and he squeeze mine tightly&lt;br /&gt;**** I bet it gonna be romantic.. I am spoiled by lovey dovey K-drama. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish that guy will worry whether I will like his prezies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish that guy will worry how much I like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-3381680528158365604?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/vEio6yNgofE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/vEio6yNgofE/may-my-wishes-come-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-my-wishes-come-true.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-1205114655898956608</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T05:42:28.809-08:00</atom:updated><title>Please let it go away...</title><description>Don't come near!&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wish for it to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go away...&lt;br /&gt;But it keep at bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please oh Please make it stop!&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me with this hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho it sounds pointless&lt;br /&gt;but its better than being hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sounds so hollow&lt;br /&gt;If a pin drop, it will echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M I really dead inside?&lt;br /&gt;Or M i just pretending to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate for it to stay&lt;br /&gt;But it came back to my dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until when should I bear&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of loneliness and wants to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, help me to endure&lt;br /&gt;Help me feel so safe and secure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-1205114655898956608?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/c21x8u-m1fM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/c21x8u-m1fM/please-let-it-go-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-let-it-go-away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-6640495935470633635</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T02:48:15.528-07:00</atom:updated><title>A lil bit of this and that...</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I watched Ugly Truth last Saturday. 3 words!  I LOVE IT!!!&lt;BR&gt;Obviously its a chick flick... falling in love yada yada.. but  it was hilarious. And also a bit true... cos I kinda feel that I am that kind of  person who is scared of the ugly truth. I hate being sad, I can't handle bad  news, cos 1. I don't know how to react to it, 2. I don't know how to pacify  it.&lt;BR&gt;I am not going to talk further about that.. perhaps next time. I am still  stuck at work.. The network is not on my side today.. I wanna finish this task  off, so that I can have more time to do other stuff.&lt;BR&gt;Yesterday was not the  best of the week either. Kinda pissed off really.. I do have this impression  that he (I am not going to mention names nor describe who he is) is the type who  care only about his reputation to others. I mean to say, if I am not doing what  I am supposed to do... then he might get the blame as well. I am quite  disappointed on how he didn't defend what I have done, but he care more of what  others are saying. I can slack off at times, but I think I've done a good job..  is that not what matters?&lt;BR&gt;Neway, I've been meaning to write about the power  of minds on behaviour. Kinda heavy subject, but I really do like to ponder about  it.&lt;BR&gt;I am only referring to a girl's mind, and yes you are welcome to  disagree. I am not doing a thorough research, but more of a personal  observation. &lt;BR&gt;You know how girls always go in pack? It's true, we travel like  wolves. We stick to each other. You rarely saw a girl walking alone! Very  rare!!!! And to make things worse, girls like to share! Yes we do!!&lt;BR&gt;Here's  the thing about girls, when it comes to talking. We share and we agree most of  the time. We don't really fight, occasionally there will be some 'Y did you do  dat for?' and be horrified, but its very minimal.&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes, I do hate to  share with my girlfriends, especially on love or hate relationship! It's because  I can be easily influenced by them.&lt;BR&gt;Eg.1.... Say I am telling my girlfriends  I have this crush on a boy. Actually its just a simple crush, the kind that you  won't pursue afterwards. But somehow talking to the girls make u wanna go for  it. Pep talk like 'U like him!!!! U should go for him!! He's the one!! Your kids  will look super cute!! U guys look cute together!!!" In the end, I get into  their words, indulging all the positive remarks, and get obsessed with the fact  that 'YES, I DO LOVE HIM!!!'... familiar?&lt;BR&gt;Eg.2. You just broke up with your  boyfriend. You cried. Thinking why did he leave me? Talk to ur girlfriends.  Sympathy talk. "Its not your fault. Its his loss. Better!!! I never like him  anyway. He's a snake!!!" and this makes you angry and in the end hate him. Well,  its not that bad, at least you'll move on.&lt;BR&gt;I used to be those pep-talk girls.  I rarely do that anymore. Guess I get matured or something. I refused to do  pep-talk anymore, just because there is this one time I did something like  dat... and I sad to see the outcome. I am really glad that it work in the end.  But ever since that, I try to not be judgemental, but fair on my judgement. I  reasons where I can, and say what's wrong&lt;SPAN class=078124409-15102009&gt; when it  is wrong. If people tell me their issues, I simply said, I will not agree nor  disagree, but I will try to make you think it over.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=078124409-15102009&gt;I see that we  can be easily influenced by others, especially those who we trust.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=078124409-15102009&gt;That my  friend, is my random thought of the  day.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-6640495935470633635?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/tC8EjOn14w8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/tC8EjOn14w8/lil-bit-of-this-and-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/10/lil-bit-of-this-and-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-2803065276652317310</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T21:05:00.673-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mood Raya ka namanya ni?</title><description>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;At work at the  moment, but working mode absolutely 0.000%!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;My brain refuse to  think about work at all. All I want to do is clean the house and arrange the  flowers. I am actually amazed with my self because I want to arrange flowers. I  am not that type. But then I cleaned all the plastic flowers last Sunday, and  now they are still in the basket waiting to be arranged. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I sorta feel guilty  because I left the living room messy.. messier than last Saturday. I was having  a lazy cleaning spree. So I left without even attending to  it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Now I feel guilty  because yesterday I didn't do any cleaning. Instead I went to bandar. tsk  tsk.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;BUT TODAY I AM  DETERMINED TO DO IT!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=814243903-15092009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;GANBATE~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;P class=section1 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: #3366ff; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-2803065276652317310?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/rthzt1eNGeY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/rthzt1eNGeY/mood-raya-ka-namanya-ni.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/09/mood-raya-ka-namanya-ni.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-3694117536298445357</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 22:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T16:02:28.560-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love; self; family; friends</category><title>You gonna found love naturally...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spread the lurveee... here's a picture of Jason Mraz (yours truly) with a half opened walnut, I assumed received from Arianda from Mexico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Mr. Walnut.. I am seeing you in a different light from now on.. Sigh, lucky nut! Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/h06ln" title="Ariadna of Mexico City opened a walnut today and passed it along on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/h06ln.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Ariadna of Mexico City opened a walnut today and passed it along on Twitpic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, an inspiration coming up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you recall a Petronas advert about Tang Ho Ming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-7_Rd8lCdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-7_Rd8lCdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't he cute???? I so love the ad because kids are so pure!! I wished I could be like dat. I am not saying I am not pure. I am too tainted to say I am pure. I am more of 85.9 % good, and the rest not that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I do know, not being yourself can be soooooo tiring. I've tried that, and my god... how annoying was it. Ppl always think you are this perfect goody two shoes. Is that correct? And the thing about being pretentious, parading like you're this perfect lil creature pays big consequences. Really!!! Cos once you did a lil mistake, there goes your perfect stock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am more of a 'keep it balance' believer. Anything must be in balance to create a perfect harmony. Like work-life balance. If you feel that you can't work it out today, rest. I don't see why we havta struggle to work, because it's you who's doing the work anyway. Seriously, they wouldn't care if you're sick or tired, but they will mind when the work is not complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Same in family and friends, balance it out. Don't be too focus on your friends (gf or bf or bff or bfffs - no I don't noe wat it stands for... LoL), spend enough time with your family cos in the end, its the family who is going to tend you when you're sick or etc. I know your youth can be overwhelming. You're in the center stage where ppl adore you, but eventually the crowd will phase out and they move on. What left are those ppl backstage, the unsung hero, your continuos support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wow, I can't believe that I've created that metaphor right here on my bed! Hahaha truly inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, if you feel you're tired, while having enough rest, you might be having more of a mental or emotional drained out. Take time for yourself, indulge in stuff that you feel you deserves. After all, you are your own best care-taker. *Bam* I nailed it! Perfect~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehehehe Adios~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-3694117536298445357?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/3xjco5jRgck" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/3xjco5jRgck/you-gonna-found-love-naturally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-gonna-found-love-naturally.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-7180089410123933657</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T08:47:16.317-07:00</atom:updated><title>50 Things about Me</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-image: initial; 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text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED!&lt;br /&gt;NOW ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WRITE DOWN 50 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am always young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I drive too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate shopping... because I am so bad at it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I spend most of my time online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to love Stitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I collect shot glasses from places I visited, or my friends has visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to buy a new mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't have a bed in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I want to paint my room orange and white, just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I like this guy but I don't know what to do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I really hate it when ppl main sindir2 arah ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I love photography, esp sunsets and landscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am into red, and now I think I am sick of it, but I still pick red stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I saw the blingest slipper ever that I wanna buy yesterday, but decided against it because I can use the money for a better reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.I already paid my deposit for the Korea Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I wanna go Japan someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. And Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. and Greece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. the list can continue until 50s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I've never been to Temburong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. especially cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. and chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I often try to cook the stuff I love to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I'm not easily influenced unless we've the same sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I don't like to listen to heart-breaking stories, or problems, because I tend to try to solve it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. which I think is because I love maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. which I used to hate soooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. until a handsome tuition teacher teach me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I love to fantasize my love stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I guess its because I am spoiled by all the love stories I've read and watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I can take stress but I appreciate it if ppl just stay away during stressful moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. i loveee bagss and I can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I want to continue my master, and hopefully one day I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I wish I know the secret formula to grow monies on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I still wonder y ppl put value on stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I owned macbook pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I also have iTouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I wanna raise my level in Mafia Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I love cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I love holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Sometimes I spent my time at the beach, just looking at the wave and suddenly realize I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I don't mind being single, but I wonder how I will be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I love to sleep in cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I don't like silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I love music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I love the sound of guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I love laughing and enjoy a good joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I think I am a stalker... hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I think ppl only know me up to 70% because I don't even know my self. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none" style="clear: both; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2000170&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=143857401088&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=143857401088&amp;amp;id=597863921" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/4182_88362918921_597863921_2000170_1641152_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 460px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="clear: none; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-7180089410123933657?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/F8mSB0kXaIg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/F8mSB0kXaIg/my-fb-note.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-fb-note.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-7681591156990654040</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T08:59:20.817-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Corny lines</category><title>How CoRnY can You Get?!!</title><description>I love corny linessssssss..... ahahahha&lt;div&gt;Well I never being approached by a corny line do-ers but I would love to do it sometimes, if i have the gut to do it la.. hahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the reason I love watching 'Foster's home of Imaginary friends' because there is dis one episode, the prince charming was soooo corny. I LoL-ed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my friend love to come up with corny lines, especially if we spotted a hot guy!!! I guess we're just passing out some times, cos we wudn't dare to do it face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, these are some of my corny lines, that I can think of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a hot policeman: "Hello officer, Did I do anything bad? All I wanna do is to steal your heart." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a good looking restaurant waiter: "Do you recommend anything else apart from you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a handsome banker: "Tell me, am I making a good investment by buying your heart?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a handsome teacher: "I seriously need some guidance. Teach me how to win your heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a hawt fireman: "Please help me put off the flame in my heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a hot soldier: "I think I've already lost my own battle by looking thru your eyes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- To a handsome IT person: "IT helpdesk. I've an issue with my heart-drive. Seems to hang every time I load you into my head"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haahaha how was it so far? you think I can win some hearts?? Hehehe Tell me yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-7681591156990654040?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/CDaA3CRa4a8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/CDaA3CRa4a8/how-corny-can-you-get.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-corny-can-you-get.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-5677714018789354921</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T20:31:55.458-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ipod party; ramadhan</category><title>Random thot &amp; Marhaban Ya Ramadhan</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a random thought of the day: Ipod Partay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha I don't know where I get that idea, but here I was sitting with my friend's colleague. She was telling that she'll probably be moving to a new house next week.. so a friend asked her whether her new place would allow to have a party.. because it will be too noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new house is in a residential area, and it is pretty close to next door neighbour... So I answered, "We can have an Ipod party!!! Let everyone bring their own ipod, listen to their own music!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah, I do intend that as a joke, but come to think of it.. it would be an ideal solution, right?Try to imagine this, each one of us, with our ipod on, we still have to literally shout at one another, to start on conversation. But as a plus, your own choice of songs! So we wouldn't have to worry about other's choice of songs! We only have to care about food! Neat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.. so I do wonder... maybe we could have an iPod party someday... dat wud be uber cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the side note, I would like to wish all the muslims out there, Marhaban Ya Ramadhan and Happy Fasting. Wishing you all the best and hopes all our good deeds will get accepted by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372252782306794226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/So4TcS0AGvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_UZjbgGe4-c/s320/ramadhan+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2474026192135913285-5677714018789354921?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/gFtQ4tDLjX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/gFtQ4tDLjX4/random-thot-marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/So4TcS0AGvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_UZjbgGe4-c/s72-c/ramadhan+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thot-marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-3895610097694392337</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T05:45:46.518-07:00</atom:updated><title>Growing up vs Growing Old</title><description>Lately I've been listening to this song by Sheila on 7 called 'Alasan ku' ... which translated as My Excuse?? My Reason?? Hahahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it got me thinking... (nope...nothing new here). I mean I think a lot, and I think its fair... its a natural process.. its called growing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to remember my self back then, being a very shy and timid child. Dun start to laugh, cos its all true. I dun normally talk with others, I love to imagine stuff... especially being in a drama. I love to read books and let my imagination run wild. In Primary 5, I started to write stories... love stories and sad stories most of the time. I can still remember all those stories, and sometimes, when I did some clean up in my room, I stumbled upon those stories I used to write and actually quite impressed with my self. Hehehe.... some of those stories never ended...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's come love... the source of my inspiration! I am never lucky in love... never once... maybe because I am the shy girl. I tend to end up as a 'guy friend' rather than the 'girl friend'. I still think about this though, and it is still a mystery to me. I choose not to dwell on it, cos I finally understood that, once you too focus on something, you tend to ignore others.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't really forget my first love.. I think it was in primary 4. That boy is now married, but I was actually scarred by the past. Hahaha Now I think it was quite funny. How can I even think its love????? I actually sent out a love letter to this boy, captioning 'Pls dun show it to others' and yes of course being boys.. HE READ IT OUT LOUD TO THE CLASS. It was sooooo embarrassing.. I regretted my self by sending the love note. Silly me... y would a cute guy like dat, like me? I am hideous. I am smart and geeky. Not that pretty at all... those were all my thought. My brother actually saved me from my humiliation. So sweet of him. He took away those note and make it disappeared after it was passed throughout the class. Some girls actually laughed at me, but my peers, they sympathize me. Bless them. It took me years, the guts to confess my admiration to boys. Until now, I still remember him, and still very shy to say hi. Turn out to be, I am now a good friend to his cousin. Funny indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then moved to high school. Only some good friends ended up wif me. So I had to start new. I met new friends and love being friends with them. I love being around close friends. I still remembered my version of friendship is through giving. I gave my now best friend a bracelet which she gave to her sister. It actually caused a rift in our relationship. Soon I begin to understand, that in friendship, materials doesn't matter. Its the companionship,  and I am so glad that she's still my bestest mate!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And as a plus.. more cuter guyssssss... but I was too shy to say I like them... so instead I rather be their friends. I do end up with some bastards, and some short-lived love. It makes me more... determined not to fall in love, as well as the continuous warnings from my parents and also afraid to be a rebel. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, Education was my top priority, ever since primary school and it was up to high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I continued my study to Pre-U and it was my muckiest moment ever. I hated my school. I hated my self for being fat. I hated all those pretty and perfect girls!!! I've like a good guy friend from high school. I was quite close with him back in high school. I began to distant my self from him, cos he was so handsome n talented and because I hate my self, I stay away. Apparently, he said, he did like me since high school but began to realise that I am not giving him the ok sign ever, especially in pre-u. I was shocked. I am still in touch wif him now. He still bring up that 'Hehehe.. yatah ko jual mahal dulu...' and now he's happy wif another good friend of mine. What a small world. I do have some new close friends from Pre-U, and I am glad I still am a friend to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I received my A level result, it was the most disappointing moment of my life. I literally blamed everyone about it. It has been my ambition to further my study to UK, but my grades prevented me from doing so. I was ashamed with everyone; with my family, my friends and my teachers. I felt that I have disappointed them by not able to go to UK. My best friend went to UK, all my close friend went to UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began to resolute my self. I still want to go to UK. I check for alternative. UBD offered a twinning program to UK, so I applied for the position. I was accepted for Computer Science and now I have to begin a new life in University. I began to meet new friends, who in fact become my best buddies. Some of them were actually my old friend who I never once close with. Now we were so close, we wept together, we laughed together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Uni, they are several love interest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A senior, who I fell in love with when I played Badminton. He was so adorable. I did manage to sms with him, but eventually gave up. I actually asked him to guess him who I was, by giving him several clues. He guessed wrong. He picked my pretty friend... I guess he never saw me. When I told him that was not me, he stopped replying to my sms. We smiled when we met in Uni, but he always bring this obnoxious girl with him, who always gave me a winning smile of 'Hey, I got him'. I do remember when he did try to say hi to me, but it was too late. I no longer have a feeling for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. There is this one guy, who never was in my radar.. hahaha. I noticed him because my friend told me that there is this one guy who looked like my first uni love interest. I began to see him and eventually I became attracted to him. I became his friend and eventually I became more attracted to him. He was funny and he has this really cute smile. I can't really recall how did I even begin to be his friend. I just did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I confessed to him a day before I departed to UK. It was the hardest thing to do. I confessed via SMS. And he did say he liked me as well. So we began to contact one another when I went to UK. Somehow it didnt work out well. He began dating another girl and I felt betrayed actually. When I think back, we never really did say it was official. And that is when I started to re-like the 3rd guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I still remember the moment when I actually saw him. Also a senior of mine. It was during that time waiting for a class to start. We were standing outside the class, when suddenly I sawhim. I began to blush. He was so cute wearing that blue shirt. I told my friend about him and she said, he has been in the class for a while. I must so obsess with the first crush that I didn't notice him. I never did managed to say hi to him cos I was too shy. I only saw him from the back, never have the guts to say hello. I began to forget about him when I met the 2nd guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually we went to UK and end up in the same class. I started to talk to him.  I still remember this one time, where I hung out with him, and he began to ask me for advice with a girl problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine this, liking him and actually advising him to go get the girl. I was crushed because I never do manage to tell him that I like him. I did once try to have a one-one movie outing with him, but it didnt work out, because he brought another guy.  I still do, and I still think he's too far-fetched for me. He's good looking, and a good-hearted person. I wish all the best for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In UK, I enjoyed life to the max. I studied hard, but I partied harder!!! Not partied as in going to all the pubs et all, but I went to explore Scotland. I fell in love with Scotland. I fell in love with the fact that I can live on my own two feet! I began to appreciate my family more. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am determined to score high for my degree, which I did!!! I was so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am working in one of the best company in the world. It can be hard... but somehow I am glad. I can now help my parents paid their bills. I can buy my own stuff, which I used to think impossible. I travel whenever I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back on my life... there are ups and downs.... but every single things that happened to me... shaped who I am today. I am blessed that I able to learn in every curve of my life. People who I met, People who I befriended, People who pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I am still who I am.. I still like to imagine stuff, I still like to keep quiet.. IF I can.. I love to observe ppl, and I still enjoy learning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-3895610097694392337?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/miU56aNbhhQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/miU56aNbhhQ/growing-up-vs-growing-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up-vs-growing-old.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-1578600168631347647</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T08:20:32.453-07:00</atom:updated><title>Paper shredder</title><description>I was shredding paper last time.. it was sooooo much fun!!!&lt;div&gt;It was my first time, and I love how we can continue-ingly do it... shred shred shreddddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got me thinking.. how easy it is to destroy one's creation, with just another creation... I guess we can apply this to us... example a problem.. how easy it is to create a problem with just another problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might destroy a piece of paper... and throw it away, but do you think its gonna be that easy to remove a problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-1578600168631347647?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/JhInJZX6wZg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/JhInJZX6wZg/paper-shredder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/07/paper-shredder.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-6844180110404528022</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-19T17:06:15.327-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family gathering</category><title>Red ATtAcK........</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a family gathering yesterday... we always do once a month. Its a good chance to meet up wif cousin2 yang jauh dmata dekat d hati. Aiseh~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nehooo... my cousin proposed to wear red for that day! Hahaha Lawa ehh.. memandang kan aku ani anang pantang liat merah. So its coolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaCoincidently, our cousins from bandar wore black. Nah padan cia... Red and Black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah nganya akhir la makan... makan patut pkl 1 pm.. tapi nya pkl 2 pm ka start... hahahha atu bilang org kelaparan kejadian nya... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dat afternoon, the younguns played volley ball.. pandai, nda pandai, main saja.. best kali ahhhh!!! ahahhaha semua berteriakan ani... de' best stress reliever! I guess its true... Sp0Rts is a gOoD waY to StAy CloSe... iT haS beEn a while for me la playing volley ball.. bergarak jua segala muscle2 yang nda pernah bergarak selama ani... terstretch sana stretch sini.. hahahha pacah lamak!!! nah tau th kamu aku belamak. Hahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neway some of my fav photos... ahhaha mau jua drg cuzen ku ani begulek atas tanah... thanks! I*heart* u guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SmOwIaE-WeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HdfBiC2rCbs/s320/_MG_5028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360321639986649570" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SmOwINlQymI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4aFKMXFlqxw/s320/_MG_5027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360321636632414818" /&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/2474026192135913285-6844180110404528022?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/p3xzRajgHsk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/p3xzRajgHsk/red-attackhttp2bpblogspotcomontob0bxpse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SmOwIaE-WeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HdfBiC2rCbs/s72-c/_MG_5028.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-attackhttp2bpblogspotcomontob0bxpse.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-4276687138206311780</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T22:16:45.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet Prison Day 2</title><description>I was supposed to update this blog yesterday. But I was too tired. So I am updating today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was great yesterday, sunny.. a lot of sunshine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzYMKL5UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rAOwB14qXs0/s320/_MG_3750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354836447617344834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it rained in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cleaned up my room -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously have a lot of junks! Hahaha I end up placing them on the correct places now. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I re-arrange my furniture, except my bed (that wud be my mattress)  n big wardrobe. All n all.. I love my new layout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the outcome, sorry no before picture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzZZ9ngCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OtVhKnZqYDs/s1600-h/_MG_3781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzZZ9ngCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OtVhKnZqYDs/s320/_MG_3781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354836468502593570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My reading corner... Spot the Lil Minnie wif the hood? Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzZC-U2oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0uEev6FgYMM/s1600-h/_MG_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzZC-U2oI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0uEev6FgYMM/s320/_MG_3778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354836462331550338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My souvenir corner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzYuczaDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eu9QmZjYIpE/s1600-h/_MG_3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzYuczaDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eu9QmZjYIpE/s320/_MG_3775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354836456822237234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beauty corner... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzYQNNdsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rwrxr4Y1iec/s1600-h/_MG_3774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzYQNNdsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Rwrxr4Y1iec/s320/_MG_3774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354836448703772354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This wud be my absolute fave corner... Magazines, TV n my mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am cleaning up my walk-in wardrobe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-4276687138206311780?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/WA6Rv7YGkTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/WA6Rv7YGkTM/sweet-prison-day-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/SlAzYMKL5UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rAOwB14qXs0/s72-c/_MG_3750.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-prison-day-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-7050729450988850947</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T01:44:44.721-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet Prison Day 1</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my first day being held captive in my own home. So you'll have (if I am in the mood) a 7-days up-to-date blog of my experience being home arrested. *hehehe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Weather:&lt;/span&gt; Raining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mood: &lt;/span&gt;So far so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it is friday, I've a very limited attention on my work. For a week I am going to end up wif the following scenario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/Sk16g9asTZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Rg-H2TFVsZ8/s320/situation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354070238674308498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but most of the time, u can guess that i spend most of the time on my beloved mac!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, kinda hard to believe.. to be held captive at home. I don't really mind i guess.. as long they wont take away my laptop n connection to the rest of the world. Plus its only for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The health ppl came to our home just now, so we were given the mask, so that we can wear when they come to visit us. They gave us Tamiflu n thermometer to measure our temperature with. Kinda funny at first, but I guess it is really serious. No vaccination available yet, so prevention is the best cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we took our on temperature every 12 hr... we need to take our Tamiflu once a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAPEM also provided us food. Hehehe its actually packed food with a bottle of water. Wow... this is so prison like. But we are very thankful for the thought. It's a good approach, but maybe they can consider giving use beras instead. or eggs. or bread.. Just a suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far I watched TV, surfed the net and sleep... sounds like wat I did everyday. If I can survive for 27 years.. why can't I survive for a week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at my sexy look with the mask on.. woo hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/Sk3EbM5Z6mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FLdo4R0EzGw/s320/Photo+487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354151503610899042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-7050729450988850947?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/W4dtNJ_ejfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/W4dtNJ_ejfI/sweet-prison-day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OntOb0bXPsE/Sk16g9asTZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Rg-H2TFVsZ8/s72-c/situation.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-prison-day-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-1385126257947401738</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T07:05:56.573-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ruunnnyyy</title><description>It has been a while...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Runny Nose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dry eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sore Throat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Body Temp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 days Leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purfecttttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-1385126257947401738?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/YTDjlh53Zow" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/YTDjlh53Zow/ruunnnyyy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruunnnyyy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-6911885748311878188</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-03T19:10:31.310-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love; soulmate; lucky</category><title>Love stories: do they really exist or is it just a fragment of imagination?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Actually I was thinking about it @ the gym while cycling a while ago. I am so thankful I have my iPod, but I really wished the gym has a wi-fi so I can just posted my write-up instead of typing it again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I grew up with fairy tales. Cinderella, Beauty n the Beast, Snow White, The Little Mermaid... Name others, I am gonna love each one of them all!! The good thing about fairy tales is that, in the end of each n every story, the characters lived happily ever after... from the mice to teapots, candles stand to a cup! So I was basically corrupted with this thinking, its a happy world out there.. Little did I know... Reality actually BITES! *grrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before assuming that I am going to be bitter about LOVE, undying LOVE and more LOVE... lemme tell you my secret (some mite have already guess) I am actually a HOPELESS ROMANTIC. Dunno what it means, google dem! I am actually pretty weak in the subject of love, and I do wish they taught us last time in school. Human's feelings are sacred!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the past few days, I've read, listened and saw the acclaimed love stories. There are plenty out there! Sometimes it makes me a bit wishful... Can't I be the lucky cast in that wonderful stories instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honestly speaking, I was a bit jealous of the made up character. Y can't it be me instead? Have you ever asked that? Correct me if I am wrong here.. but aren't all if not some girls (I bet guys do too) do wish to find their perfect match? Like Romeo and Juliet, Cinderella and Prince Eric, Lady and Tramp... a person who we called soulmate. Do dey even exists?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rest assured, you are not the only one asking... everyone did ask! Let me tell you dis, yes dey do exists. "Manusia di cipta berpasangan" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Humans are created in pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;). This is what I am being told and I am very confident with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rasulullah SAW bersabda mafhumnya : " Manusia Hawa dijadikan daripada rusuk manusia Adam, bukan dari kepalanya untuk menjadi atasnya, bukan dari kakinya untuk menjadi alasnya, malah dari sisinya untuk menjadi teman hidupnya, dekat dengan lengannya untuk dilindungi dan dekat di hatinya untuk dicintai ". (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Prohet Muhammad (PBUH)'s sabda "Eve was created from Adam's spinal, not from his head so she can controlled, not from the foot so she can be a slave, but from his side so that she can be the other half, close to his arms so she can protected, close to his heart so she can be loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Beautiful don't you think? I heard from a ceramah by Dr Fadzillah Kamsah, from the birth of a girl to the world, a mate has already been decided for her. And for me that is good enough, to call him a soul mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I watched "He's not just into you" last nite. What an eye opener! The movie has a point. I mean, y do girls ever question 'do he like me?' and I am asking dis to my self as well. According to that movie.... and I conclude the message it is trying to say is 'If that guy wants u bad enough, just sit back and let him do the samba!' hehhe I just want to put samba in, cos it wud be cool if he actually did samba for u. Relatively speaking, to the guys, its the same I guess. But its easier to send this message to the girl, cos I think girls are more prone to fall for the heart not the looks. I am not just saying dat because I am a girl... but because someone told me about this. See.. Research! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, to my understanding y this can be applied to both girls and guys, is because its like buying a good shoe. (I don't want to put beautiful shoe because it might contradict my statement above). Ok so one day you went to the shop trying to find a shoe. Without having in mind what you are looking for, you found the perfect pair. It is not as pretty as the one next to it, but u just know that its perfect with your red hand bag. (I want one!!). You looked at the price and its kinda pricy so you decided... maybe next time. You went home but u were yearning. You think about that shoe day and night and u just can't help it! YOU NEED TO GET THAT SHOE. The salary was not in yet (or maybe in some cases, the allowance) but u kinda worried that 'what if someone else gets that shoe?' so lets just try to see. Lucky, its still there. Day and nite you keep on going to the store to check it out. Even the store owner recognise you and try to coax you to buy it. But you say next time lahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then one day the shoe was gone!!! And you started to feel regretful, you should have done something about it instead of looking it from afar. You could have borrowed ur mum's money to buy it first... right? But you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I think this apply to our life as well. We tend to get comfortable sometimes that we begin to forget, things may not remain there forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Right, Its a bit long today.. my blog. Apologies. I want to conclude something here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- For me, love stories do exist! and they can be a fragment of imagination as well. BUT I do believe, if you started to think the way you imagine, it might come to live! Positive thinking can be a powerful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Love stories are not for all those sappy people. Its for everyone! We need a constant reminder that we need love and companionship in our lives. We're made that way. And its always a good feel booster. Sometimes we felt that we're always in the dump. Y can't I be the lucky one, you said. But after a good cry or a good laugh, it doesn't matter anymore. At least we're contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- IF there are something that we like or yearn to have.. do something about it. Dun just stand there and wish. WISH NEVER COME TRUE! You want something, you need to work on it. Even in Islam, we're taught that way. Before praying, you need to USAHA, work it out. After you did, keep on the Tawakkal and doa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So my question to you, what are you going to do about the shoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed my post as I have enjoyed doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks for reading.. my 2 cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-6911885748311878188?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/8fwrgBOz6RU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/8fwrgBOz6RU/love-stories-do-they-really-exist-or-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-stories-do-they-really-exist-or-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-7146290941755014771</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-14T23:10:34.535-07:00</atom:updated><title>M[o]nd[a]y BL[ue]s</title><description>&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;Hellew Hellew...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;Welcome to my day..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;It not like any&amp;nbsp;other day nor any typical monday wat  so ever.. its just the typical  o-i-m-so-bored-i-think-i-would-be-better-off-at-home day. This is so  hard.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;BTW, last Saturday was my good friend's birthday. Maybe its  not too late to put it in my blog...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Nana! Enjoy ur Bash.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;hehhe well she did have a bash and it was SPLENDID. Really  relaxing, and we watched a movie.. 17 again... I wont recommend it.. seriously~  It's a flop!! A typical I-Need-To-Redeem-My-Self movie. I just wished Zac Afron  (Is that his name??) To quit be the cute, famous, basket ball actor.. try  others!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;I lost my card reader. I haven't scolded my brother because  he's the last one using my camera. I kept forgetting.. so I haven't uploaded any  pictures to FB and I cant post any picture here as well. I'll try to post some  other time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;What I did in the weekend...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;It was fun. I managed to dedicate my time to watch BOF.  Seriously loving it! Gu Jun Pyo is sooooo good looking. BOF is like a fairy tale  of the modern life!! I haven't finish yet, but I highly recommend it. Though the  BOF tidal might be calming down now, but seriously, once in a while, its cool to  watch cute guys and wishing u were the heroin ~ sigh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;Imah got married yesterday! Congratulations! She looked so  pretty n happy!!!!!! I am soooo happy for her. Her room is so pretty!! I want to  install wallpaper for my room as well! Lets see if I can afford that end of the  year. Or else I'll just havta repaint it again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;So today, I am soooo noooot in the mood to do anything. I  looked at my work and I don't really have a clue what to do with it. Yes! It's  wrong. :P so wat gitu loh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;So I end up admiring my polished nails, cleaning the  keyboard, Checkings wats for sale, Emailing this person to buy a ferry ticket to  Labuan and blogging.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;Wat a waste. I cud have take a leave, sleep and then finish  BOF. Now I am sleepy...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;AND IT'S JUST 2.05 PM! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;Man~ I should start my work..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Fixedsys  color=#00ffff size=5&gt;To all the kids out there.. enjoy ur  holiday~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=586544905-15062009&gt;&lt;FONT face="Futura Light"  size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-7146290941755014771?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/5c4UxUNu7XU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/5c4UxUNu7XU/monday-blues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-blues.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474026192135913285.post-8365940097906964828</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T08:33:21.347-07:00</atom:updated><title>My day, my week, my whatever</title><description>First of all, where the heck did all the TWIX gone???&lt;div&gt;I went to Soon Lee, Supa Save, Giant, Hua Ho.. nada Twix ani wah. I have to go Naafi to buy one. But good thing also, cos they sold Kit Kat from UK. Seriously, its better than the one sold here. Yeah yeah, you might want to argue wif me on that. I dun carrreeee, cos all I know, in UK I've eaten Kit Kat almost every day! Even my housemate got sick of it, watching me eating it last time. Cos I cant resist them. Not only because it's cheap, its also suppeerrr good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here... I never bought Kit Kat. I usually just choose Tronky, cos its nicer. So I bought UK Kit Kat just now. Man, was it good or what! Yummeh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did promised to blog about How to be Single story book I read last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My comments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so-so. It took me a week to finish it. I've actually skip to the end, but I didn't understand, so I have to go read to where I started to cheat, and read diligently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might not be a common story, but then I guess it is. Its all about 'girls questioning' everything. Seriously, I would know. I think I would be able to write the same story, except mine would not be a best seller, because one, I've been single all my life and I dun give a shit. Two, I am not good at story telling..  Maybe next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really enjoy the ending, I would prefer some happiness in the end. Yeah yeah, do love youself crap sell, but its just too much. I don't want to read a self-help book. I just want to enjoy a good story. And that is where it fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fail to capture my interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fail to capture my understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT there is a positive side to this book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I know, I am not the only single left in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually hungry, so I am just going to sleep off this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to  blog next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474026192135913285-8365940097906964828?l=gymahz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/gymahz/~4/Auo1Jb8rMI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gymahz/~3/Auo1Jb8rMI0/my-day-my-week-my-whatever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gymah)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gymahz.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-day-my-week-my-whatever.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

