<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:00:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M E R O T</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5476158976158569210</id><published>2011-10-16T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:39:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQtoJFA17cE/TppfRazYYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/grhONmsoJt4/s1600/IMG-20111015-00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQtoJFA17cE/TppfRazYYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/grhONmsoJt4/s320/IMG-20111015-00237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663944234229064002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been searching for this baby. Finally read from a blog that u can get it from Weststar (Taman Melawati). So yeasterday fiance and i headed to Tmn Melawati but there was none at Weststar. So we walked around the area since it was near to MIA (Msia Inst of ARt)so there must be more shops nearby that do sell these babies. Went to a shop beside Weststar. Surprisingly it was cheaper than the ones i saw in shah alam (near uitm). So apa lagi....beli je la. It was RM92.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5476158976158569210?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5476158976158569210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/10/easel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5476158976158569210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5476158976158569210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/10/easel.html' title='Easel'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQtoJFA17cE/TppfRazYYUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/grhONmsoJt4/s72-c/IMG-20111015-00237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-447517575428881323</id><published>2011-10-13T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:00:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Up Artist Terengganu</title><content type='html'>Fiance texted me few days ago informing me that there will be a kenduri plus akikah in Terengganu side. Oh Myyyyyy...less than 3months and i have to go and search for a tukang mekup/mak andam. Agak2 ada tak yang masih available? Crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;Hot date plak tu. 31 December 2011. But thankfully it'll be just a small kenduri. I dont know how majlis bertandang in Terengganu works. But usually in KL/Selangor its just like a normal wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less is more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and fiance am trying our best to minimize the wedding (in terms of costs). So no pro photographer :). I dont mind. As long as my side (reception), i get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been trying to find a decent makeup person. He/She doesnt have to be a pro. As long as the end result is satisfying. I know this one contact Kak Ida from D' Paloma. Her work looks good. She resides in KL, but often goes back to Terengganu (hometown). Unfortunately she has no plan to go back on that date :(. But she recommended D'Idaman and Dee Renjis. Problem is that D'Idaman doesnt have a website, or a blog. Cant see his work. I dont care if i dont have pelamin...a photographer...but i need to have a great makeup artist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-447517575428881323?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/447517575428881323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/10/make-up-artist-terengganu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/447517575428881323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/447517575428881323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/10/make-up-artist-terengganu.html' title='Make Up Artist Terengganu'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6231182347946848766</id><published>2011-09-25T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:28:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hantaran</title><content type='html'>They say hantaran is a must in every weddings. Well it really depends on which wedding and it REALLY depends on the individual/family. As for me, hantaran (dulang) has never been something pivotal for my family. Even during my engagement we didnt even plan to have a hantaran dulang. Only at the last minute his mom wanted to give this and that. So being a Malay, it wouldnt seem nice not to be giving anything in return. We ended up giving him 3dulangs which consists of (sirih junjung, kain and cupcakes) which wasnt even decorated properly (ooopsss). And his family gave me 5 dulang( fruits, kain, ring, sirih junjung, cake). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird and awkward. But there was no issue from both families :). Alhamdulillah. No intention of spoiling the custom and tradition, but we do it OUR WAY :). Yes people might make a remark, but honey...adat is just an adat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As for our wedding, we came up with a plan for the hantaran. Hopefully everything will go as planned :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6231182347946848766?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6231182347946848766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/09/hantaran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6231182347946848766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6231182347946848766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/09/hantaran.html' title='Hantaran'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4523558051241104754</id><published>2011-09-01T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:54:36.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV Test</title><content type='html'>Sebut je HIV test, im positively sure 80% of B2B will freak out. Bukan nya takut sebab nak kena jap...tp disebabkan perkataan 'HIV' itself makes it a lil creepy giving u goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah the process was simple than i thought it would be. Managed to book a session at Klinik Kesihatan Ampang. Most clinics would want u to call, come by to the clinic to isi2 borang (book the session), and come another day for the test. But Ampang clinin was diff. He managed to make an appointment through the phone. We could come by anytime from 2-4pm. We came exactly at 2pm. There was a guy, and a couple. Isi borang, bayar rm1/pax. Waited for our turn. Went to the counter and handed our finger tip, and japppp. Mmg tak sakit langsung. Tp mmg terkezzzuuttss. After a while the nurse will give the result to us, and we had to place it in a provided basket and wait for our turn for consultation. The person just ask 'bg 3 cara bagaimana HIV boleh merebak'. CET! Bila d jwb...'OK boleh kawin'. Yeay! But i think if the person was HIV positive, then they would ask on the personal Qs. You know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4523558051241104754?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4523558051241104754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiv-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4523558051241104754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4523558051241104754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/09/hiv-test.html' title='HIV Test'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1122986868093929719</id><published>2011-08-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:57:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan 2011</title><content type='html'>Im not bored of saying this but, this is the best month of the year!! I just happen to love Ramadhan, and im sure most people feel the same way. Not so sure whether i should be saying this but....ever since Ramadhan, wallahi gastric never got into my way. Syukur alhamdulillah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1122986868093929719?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1122986868093929719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1122986868093929719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1122986868093929719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-2011.html' title='Ramadhan 2011'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5844486816058814854</id><published>2011-08-01T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:52:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Ring</title><content type='html'>First time ever in my whole life pegi ring/jewellery hunting. Heard Habib was having a massive sale up to 70% so fiance and i thought it wouldnt kill to go and look around. We didnt even plan to buy any just yet. Spent 2hours there. Not so much choices. Rings were selling at cheap price. Ada yang rm1k+, 50% off so you'll get prolly below rm1K. Good deal. Orang pendapatan sederhana pon mampu nak beli. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sale was about to end on that day, so we agreed to buy one! Klo tak rugi....saya bukan suka beli brg kemas ni...so alang2 kan. Finding the perfect ring is like finding the perfect hubby. Bukan senang tau. Finally we came across this one ring that we both thought 'is the one'. Im happy. He's happy. Yeay satu perkara dh selesai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5844486816058814854?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5844486816058814854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5844486816058814854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5844486816058814854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-ring.html' title='Wedding Ring'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8299405202631161048</id><published>2011-07-22T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:15:03.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-turn</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine who is also getting hitched this December initially wanted to hire the 'sombong'(ive blogged about this in the previous entry) boutique to do her dress, make up and pelamin. Mungkin rezeki dia dpt layanan baik so she did not think that boutique was any bad at all. And finally after attended another colleague's wedding, she fell head over heels over the pelamin. Made by Ari Couture. Nampak GAH kan...but actually the pricing is quite reasonable. So anyway this friend of mine made an arrangement with Ari and tadaaaaaa....business is ON! So no more stuck up boutique from KLANG. Tu la..sombong dgn potential pelanggan...tgk rezeki dh lari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Ari Couture's wedding dresses cater more to tudung wearing woman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8299405202631161048?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8299405202631161048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/07/u-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8299405202631161048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8299405202631161048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/07/u-turn.html' title='U-turn'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7402883508590535746</id><published>2011-07-21T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:36:07.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back~!</title><content type='html'>Im backkkkk. For the time being anyway. Wedding prep is back on track! I can foresee a major problem coming my way. For a girl who doesnt wear the head scarf, wedding head scarf (if u intend to wear one) will most prolly be one of the major problem. Awning? Lilit? Selendang? You name it. Not only tudung but your face shape is another factor that will turn u down. Not all girls are gifted with a face shape that suits any kinds of tudung. Unfortunately my face is one of it. Bahhhhh!! Ive been going to several shops but none suits to my liking. Apparently most of the people (including the boutique owner) said that my face suits more with tudung awning. :( baru je nak pakai tudung lilit2 ala2 arab.. Adehhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada org kata tak payah pakai langsung since susah sgt. But i want to wear one for nikah despite the fact that itll most prolly turn out 'biasa je'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7402883508590535746?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7402883508590535746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/07/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7402883508590535746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7402883508590535746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/07/back.html' title='Back~!'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3737320936142365886</id><published>2011-05-17T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:50:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future In Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYyGwKchfP4/TdJeTfhpwAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L5epoYDEUVc/s1600/P5162267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYyGwKchfP4/TdJeTfhpwAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L5epoYDEUVc/s320/P5162267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607648175002861570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNFDrgZjrCQ/TdJeSuiShhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/59A8sDVh79M/s1600/P5152252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNFDrgZjrCQ/TdJeSuiShhI/AAAAAAAAAQo/59A8sDVh79M/s320/P5152252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607648161852196370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dypTxRaEBU/TdJcS8yWCjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yOlnnXFf9nU/s1600/P5142237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dypTxRaEBU/TdJcS8yWCjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yOlnnXFf9nU/s320/P5142237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607645966654376498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29ODKzWWwV8/TdJcSgSv_DI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Zt5sqYMulJM/s1600/P5142230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29ODKzWWwV8/TdJcSgSv_DI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Zt5sqYMulJM/s320/P5142230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607645959005666354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend me and SA went back to his hometown. First time going back to his place. Knowing me, im not that good with old folks...so they say. Past experience was never a good one. Anyway, it turned out purrrfect! The family was awesome :)Never knew org kg can blend in with me yang ala2 norak ni. Simple, sempoi, a bit religious, straightforward....I like them very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3737320936142365886?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3737320936142365886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/05/future-in-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3737320936142365886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3737320936142365886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/05/future-in-laws.html' title='Future In Laws'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYyGwKchfP4/TdJeTfhpwAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L5epoYDEUVc/s72-c/P5162267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-248514351368033164</id><published>2011-04-16T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:02:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybank Malaysian Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlVsmed-y0/Takwcm3D1iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0345dDb3rGQ/s1600/MMO.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlVsmed-y0/Takwcm3D1iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0345dDb3rGQ/s320/MMO.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596057280010507810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a ‘cool’ morning to start out with. Went back to sleep as it rained heavily  :) . I only managed to get out of bed at 12.30pm. But poor SM had to wait for the tournament to take place due to the heavy rain. I for once, have never encouraged SM to be so keen towards golf. But seeing him happy is just soooooooo nice. So I bought him the tix for Maybank Malaysian Open. The tix wasn’t that expensive anyway. But being a Maybanker, I could have gotten the tix for RM10 (full session Thurs-Sun). Tapi takpe la :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-248514351368033164?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/248514351368033164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybank-malaysian-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/248514351368033164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/248514351368033164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybank-malaysian-open.html' title='Maybank Malaysian Open'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlVsmed-y0/Takwcm3D1iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0345dDb3rGQ/s72-c/MMO.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-368548049340795556</id><published>2011-04-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:22:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dress</title><content type='html'>I've finally found 'the one'. ;) Been to many bridal boutiques. U name it, KL, Shah Alam, Kajang, Bangi. Poor fiance had to drive me all around. Anyway im here to talk about the experiences ive dealt with throughout the past 4 months of wedding dress hunting. Im sure all the B2B have their own experiences. Whether its good or bad kan? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down ALL the bad experiences Ive had with certain bridal houses that ive been to. TUJUAN: Not to bring down their business, but we as customers and B2B, have the rights to know. Name of the company shall not be disclose as i still have respect for their business. But if any of you would like to know who they are, u may email me personally :). Not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The boutique is located at Klang. Pernah kluar dlm majalah Pengantin. So fiance and i made an appointment at 7pm as it was after work. Office is at KL so i had to rush my way to get there. The boutique closes at 8pm. We understand that clearly. Anyway when we got there, there was two staffs. The one who entertained us was ok. But we werent satisfied. I like the dress which was on the manequin. So i showed some interest towards that dress. And she said something like this "ohh...baju ni tak sesuai dgn akak..sebab baju ni panjang..untuk org tinggi..klo akak kecik mcm ni tak sesuai". That was one remark. So i chose another dress...and she allowed me to have it a try. When i got to the fitting room, the other girl approached us. She asked when i was getting hitched. And with her bengis face PR negative, told us i cant try it on. I can only try it on ONLY if i was certain that i want the dress. OMGGGGG..how am i supposed to determine whether i want the dress w/o trying it on?? Sangat tak professional. When i got out from the room, fiance was puzzled. I told him they wont let me try it on. He got pissed. And we left. I was soooo down. Fiance wasnt satisfied so he texted the owner. She called us back from Medan. Apologized etc...her PR was good enough. She even gave us discount of the dress that was on the manequin. But Fiance said "no thanks, were going for Gezal Mihat". Padahal tak ponnnnn..saje nak belagak dgn org belagak. eheheheh. So thats one story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 2nd story is not from my personal experience but from a friend's. She went to a wedding expo recently at midvalley. She came to this one booth which has a boutique at Taman Melawati ;). She is a plus size...and she asked one of the girl if there is any dress her size. And the girl looked at her and then to her colleague as if saying 'u tu gemok..mana ada baju size u'. So she just left the booth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Another friend who paid deposit at one of the bridal butik during a wedding expo for a dais was promised that they would do the dais as according to my friend's liking. However when she came few days later to talked about the dais...they refused to do as what she wanted. Reason being: They would have to buy more deco. And the owner's intonation towards my friend was quite rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So B2B, please be extra careful when dealing with all the bridal boutiques. I would not recommend u to book what ever u want during the wedding expo. Go dirently to their boutiques...ask lotsa Qs...do more research...DO NOT be influence with the price they offer. Quality is indeed vital :) Happy hunting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-368548049340795556?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/368548049340795556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/368548049340795556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/368548049340795556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/04/wedding-dress.html' title='Wedding Dress'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3946515998255138492</id><published>2011-03-30T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:12:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cium Pantat Gue?</title><content type='html'>Haaaaa....mesti fikir saya lucah kan. Pantat in B.Indo is butt FYI. Anyway we met with an accident. Very unfortunate i know :(. Tapi harus la tenang and bersabar. Allah nak menguji tu. Fiance, Fiance's fren and i were on our way to Senawang,N9 for a fren's daghter birthday party. We were on the Seremban highway when suddenly a car hit our car from the back. Mesti la saya mengelabar sebab tak penah pon accident mcm ni. Sedih sgt2 bila tgk kete sgt2 teruk :(. But luckily we managed to claim the insurance of the other car to cover all the expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K779YH_Ps5g/TZNIJUQi5RI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_pUIqTy2K-s/s1600/196244_10150116120933244_506353243_6551925_2768019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K779YH_Ps5g/TZNIJUQi5RI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_pUIqTy2K-s/s320/196244_10150116120933244_506353243_6551925_2768019_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589890887391044882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3946515998255138492?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3946515998255138492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/03/cium-pantat-gue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3946515998255138492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3946515998255138492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2011/03/cium-pantat-gue.html' title='Cium Pantat Gue?'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K779YH_Ps5g/TZNIJUQi5RI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_pUIqTy2K-s/s72-c/196244_10150116120933244_506353243_6551925_2768019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-845029937176577863</id><published>2010-12-28T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:55:28.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate Has Its Own Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj91DYACI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wQ5xRYd_UsE/s1600/PC251748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj91DYACI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wQ5xRYd_UsE/s320/PC251748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792635435155490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9lGelPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hr-3qN3LdM0/s1600/PC251712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9lGelPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/hr-3qN3LdM0/s320/PC251712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792631153202418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9YjsQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZDzXgkmaouk/s1600/PC251699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9YjsQ7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZDzXgkmaouk/s320/PC251699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792627786073010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9bCI61I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ls-OWVJrRFQ/s1600/PC251670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9bCI61I/AAAAAAAAAPk/ls-OWVJrRFQ/s320/PC251670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792628450650962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9P4GZXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_h_Gj73IEcg/s1600/PC251655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj9P4GZXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_h_Gj73IEcg/s320/PC251655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792625455752562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.12.2010 is when Syed Muslim (kodeng) and i are officially engaged. Thats right baby, engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah I am blessed. Been through heartbreaks tons of time, but Allah is just. Eventually i was given the best among the best. Alhamdulillah. And the story begins.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive known him since August last year when the ex-A and i were breaking fast at The Apt. He was one of ex-A's good old friend. So we hung out a couple of times when i was still with ex-A. And when ex-A broke it off, me and him were still friends. We became very close but i only look at him as an older brother. But something came up that forced us from being friends. So we abide by it for almost half a year until things didnt work out with the nenek kebayan. And we re-connected once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dating L during that period. But he never took advantage. We were like before, friends. And when things didnt turn great between me and L, only then he started to get closer to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feelings were NEVER there from day one. However, I realized that my feelings towards him started to evolve right before i went for the Maybank iv. I told myself that if i ever get that job, i would consider myself into settling down. And when i finally got accepted...my world suddenly changed. Totally changed. Wallahi i felt that Allah really opened up my heart to him. Tiba2 rasa sayang :). Anyway he prolly noticed that ive been giving good respond. And we were officially a couple starting mid November even though he never proposed. As always, no specific date :P. And early December he told me that his parents would like to come over for an engagement w/o them knowing me in person first. Maybe ni dinamakan rezeki. Im grateful to have future inlaws that dont make stupid judgement over who the person are. Accepting me as i am. Prioritizing their son's happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having kodeng around is like living under the rainbow. My life is full of colors. Everyday is all about laughter. I love u too much. I couldnt care less what others think of us. He was the one who was there through my ups and downs. He was the one who would always remind me to be thankful of what i posessed when i felt that life wasnt unfair. And he never gave up when rejection was the last word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the story. It happened so fast. woooooooshhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-845029937176577863?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/845029937176577863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/12/fate-has-its-own-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/845029937176577863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/845029937176577863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/12/fate-has-its-own-plan.html' title='Fate Has Its Own Plan'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TRoj91DYACI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wQ5xRYd_UsE/s72-c/PC251748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6326094884793131545</id><published>2010-12-21T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:09:42.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>As i was in the monorail heading for work, i came to witness something that i reckon is just unbelievably bodoh. The monorail as always was sardine-packed with people. I was standing in front of this lady who was sitting down. She then offered this makcik who was prolly in her 50s her seat. She called the makcik twice. And to my surprise, the makcik with her naturally rude and bengis face glanced and shook her head. As if saying "im not that old bitch!". Helooooo....dh tau muka tu jenis masam mencuka, bengis etc...bg la senyuman sket and say 'no thanks'. Ni org dh buat baik tapi buat muka rude gila. I pity the lady. Her face then changed. SOOOOOOOOOOOO Malaysia Truly Asia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6326094884793131545?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6326094884793131545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/12/cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6326094884793131545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6326094884793131545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/12/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3780554166886716217</id><published>2010-12-12T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:37:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new of EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>Allah has answered my prayers. New career, new love, a new beginning of everything. Im finally getting engaged to the one ive been searching for all this while. Met many people but never realized that the one had always been there depan mata. What a miracle. Syukur alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3780554166886716217?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3780554166886716217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3780554166886716217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3780554166886716217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-of-everything.html' title='A new of EVERYTHING'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-9060663963133286558</id><published>2010-11-28T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:51:48.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Come</title><content type='html'>Semakin hari semakin byk rezeki Allah berikan. Syukur alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that i also got accepted into UM to undergo my masters degree in Msian History for the January intake. Very contemplating as i wlll start working with Maybank in January. The thing im worried about is that i might not be able to cope with both study and career. &lt;br /&gt;Ada org kata kita tak boleh tamak. Pilih je salah satu. Mcm sayang je nak lepaskan peluang belaja. Tp bila2 masa boleh belaja kan. But career....my my...have to wait a year to finally get this dream job. Please permudahkan jalan. Amin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-9060663963133286558?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/9060663963133286558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/9060663963133286558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/9060663963133286558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-to-come.html' title='More to Come'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3647812278005456339</id><published>2010-11-21T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:30:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances</title><content type='html'>Everyone deserves a 2nd chance but never a 3rd! So ive tried given u a 2nd but u just ignored it. So im gone. END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3647812278005456339?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3647812278005456339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3647812278005456339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3647812278005456339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/chances.html' title='Chances'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4360550692233700057</id><published>2010-11-17T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:05:57.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sujud Syukur</title><content type='html'>Finally, i can put an actual smile on my face. The one thing ive been hoping for since a year ago. Not a new love. But a career! 16/11/2010 marks one year of working since graduating from university. Even though im no jobless, but i was never content with my current job. Have always been searching for a job, a job that is stable enough, a job of my interest. And finally today, Allah SWT has answered my prayers. Alhamdulillah. The long wait was worth it. Now i know that we have to be patient to get what we mostly hope for. Only god knows how hard it was, how depressing it was to wait for it to come by.&lt;br /&gt;Recieved a call this afternoon. And i knew it was her. And when she uttered the word 'congratulation', i felt sooooooo grateful. The first person I called was of course mama. She has helped me through out these years, always been there for me. But i couldnt reached her. So i called the 2nd important person that is papa. He was happy. Then mama called me bck. I told her the great news. And of course she was happy. 3rd person was him. He has been giving me strength. Putting me back on my feet. Thank You. I really felt like breaking down. In a good way when i talked to mama. The feeling was just so great. Only god knows. &lt;br /&gt;When i got home, I did sujud syukur. Dont really know what ur supposed to recite, but i just did it. And OMG, mmg terasa btul2 syahdu. I cried. I did. Betapa bersyukur nya after what ive through. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this job suits me well. I just hope that im happy with it. Since high school ive always wanted to work in a bank despite not being fond of accounting. But what ever. And now i finally got a job thats exactly in the banking industry. Maybank some more :) apa2 pon, im very grateful, very blessed, syukur alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4360550692233700057?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4360550692233700057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/sujud-syukur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4360550692233700057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4360550692233700057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/sujud-syukur.html' title='Sujud Syukur'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7509854939030427404</id><published>2010-11-09T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:24:05.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berdebar</title><content type='html'>Menunggu....berdebar.....excited.....worried. 3 hari lagi dan semuanya akan terjawab. dup dap dup dap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7509854939030427404?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7509854939030427404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/berdebar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7509854939030427404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7509854939030427404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/berdebar.html' title='Berdebar'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-292579203811702010</id><published>2010-11-05T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:35:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidak Diduga</title><content type='html'>Had been wanting to write about this entry few months back but just haven't had the time to. Anyway, anyone who takes the public transport will experience all sorts of weird things happening, meet weird ppl, things or ppl u never imagine would even exists. There's this one morning when i took the rapid bus to go to work. There was a bunch of normal looking school kids who took the same bus. Boys &amp; girls. When we got to this one stop, two man from the rapid bus rode the bus. They were doing inspection on all the commuters to see whether they have valid tickets. When they got to these students, these students didnt had any. Kena sound tepek. &lt;br /&gt;Kenapa perlu berperangai mcm ni? Kecik2 dh pandai menipu. Nanti bila dh besar, tak tau plak mcm mana kan. Luaran dh molek..bertudung, muka decent. Tp hakikatnya? Hanya Allah yang tau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-292579203811702010?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/292579203811702010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/tidak-diduga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/292579203811702010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/292579203811702010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/11/tidak-diduga.html' title='Tidak Diduga'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8257346000361485699</id><published>2010-10-05T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:11:07.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off She Goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TKs_6qJ04nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_W4l4uYRZo8/s1600/P8261295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TKs_6qJ04nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_W4l4uYRZo8/s320/P8261295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524579644880511602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TKs_6EMdL2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ekKVIHuMsmg/s1600/P8261296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TKs_6EMdL2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ekKVIHuMsmg/s320/P8261296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524579634690994018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend of 12years left Msia to work at Amman, Jordan. Am sure gonna miss u. When u got married, i thought i lost u. But when u left msia for Jordan, the feeling was worst. So empty. Anyway, do what u gotta do. Pedulikan apa org nak ckp. As long as ur happy, ill have a smile on my face. LOVE u loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8257346000361485699?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8257346000361485699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-she-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8257346000361485699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8257346000361485699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/10/off-she-goes.html' title='Off She Goes'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TKs_6qJ04nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_W4l4uYRZo8/s72-c/P8261295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6082310537732644337</id><published>2010-10-01T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:48:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Path</title><content type='html'>A married friend of mine once told me that unmarried couples tend to fight over silly matters (jealousy, misunderstanding and the list goes on). But when people get married, they fight less. Not that they dont fight at all, but arguments arise on pivotal matters, and matters that matters (if u know what i mean). However, when the baby comes into action, these couples hardly fight. How awesome is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6082310537732644337?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6082310537732644337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/10/fighting-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6082310537732644337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6082310537732644337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/10/fighting-path.html' title='Fighting Path'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1480371807732124152</id><published>2010-09-13T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:15:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life Guy</title><content type='html'>Okey day dreaming is over. Time to think of a real actual guy that I really2 want instead of the older post of 'my DREAM guy'. I was doing some 'real' thinking. So i told myself i wish to have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Someone who understands me in and out. (ill have faith in u only if u have faith in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone who respects my family and that includes all my good friends as they too are family in heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone who is willing to do the house chores. Im a lazy bum. You cant expect me to complete everything in one go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Someone who is not there to change me...but to mold me into a better person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Someone who will never gives up on me, who has faith in me at all cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Someone who will be there through sickness and health, ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Someone whom i can rely upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Someone who can make me feel appreciated regardless of any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Someone whom can make me feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Someone who loves me in and out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plsss...no secrets shall be there to part us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1480371807732124152?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1480371807732124152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/09/real-life-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1480371807732124152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1480371807732124152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/09/real-life-guy.html' title='Real Life Guy'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7744331746458654639</id><published>2010-09-03T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:19:37.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Being alone just feels so niceeee. I swear. Today: didnt started out to be so great. People should know things that pisses me off. ONE: People that litter. TWO: Racist remarks. Why did u had to call my love 'budak keling'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7744331746458654639?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7744331746458654639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/09/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7744331746458654639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7744331746458654639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/09/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5799189423332106057</id><published>2010-08-22T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:31:54.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Iftar</title><content type='html'>22/08/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time break fasting with the ELS family. We decided to break fast at The Roof Bukit Bintang. There were more than 50 students who showed up. The place wasnt up to expectation but the food was good. We had a buffet. Arabic food of course since most of the students are from Middle East and since arab foods are edible for every people :P. I was surprised that boss Erik was fasting. He looked tired but he managed :D&lt;br /&gt;There was spaghetti(arabic), macaroni(arabic), sambosa(awesome), salad, hummus, mutabal, rice, chicken, and lambs(which wasnt that great). I only had one helping since i really have to cut down on food because of the 6kgs fat! tension aku. Anyway it was great. Even the kazakhstan students joined in and they enjoyed it. Atleast that was what i thought. Hopefully they did :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9pm me, qila, baiya and elami went to pavi to have some shisha time. We joined in with the Arab students(girls) since they rather not smoke shisha with the presence of other  arab boys. Unfortunately the shisha in Carlos sux. Mahal je lebih. But the food looks good. Should give it a try sometime. Maybe during mama's bday. We later went to Sbux and bought some cakes for mama and nyet. 2 slice for rm12.50. I just lurrrvvv having a friend working at Sbux. 30% discount. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would call it a great night. And good night everyone. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5799189423332106057?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5799189423332106057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-iftar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5799189423332106057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5799189423332106057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-iftar.html' title='Friday Iftar'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-688485175085846334</id><published>2010-08-15T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:52:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENCINTA</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the person u 'sayang' will always be the one who will tear ur heart into pieces? But as 'katek' adviced, this is only the preliminary of Allah's test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-688485175085846334?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/688485175085846334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/bencinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/688485175085846334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/688485175085846334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/bencinta.html' title='BENCINTA'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5758115754563499268</id><published>2010-08-12T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:27:40.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan 2010</title><content type='html'>Yesterday 11/08/2010 was the first day of ramadhan for the year 2010. I remembered when i first started fasting at the age of 8. It was back then in Tokyo. I hated it. It was winter and during recess, I had to stay in class while the others went out to have their lunch. 4.30pm dah berbuka. However it felt so bad. I would whine whine and whine to Papa on my bed. And he would pujuk2, telling me 'sekejap lagi buka la tu'. &lt;br /&gt;And as i got to my teens, fasting has become something important. However i would buy loads and loads of food for breaking fast. And thats a waste. But i couldnt care less. I really enjoyed breaking fast. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;Now that im 23 (young adult should i say), the feeling is totally diff! Ramadhan has become the best month for me. I not only focus on breakfasting, but the moment we spend our time fasting. Its just...NIKMAT. Even during breaking fast, i tend not to spend much. Cuma ala kadar. Mama have always been telling me that its no point fasting when u spend too much and eat all those luxurious feast for breaking fast. Berpuasa kan ibadah utk mengingati org2 yang kurang berkemampuan. And yesterday it was the first time praying terawikh with the beloved parent :).&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menunaikan ibadah puasa to all the muslims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5758115754563499268?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5758115754563499268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5758115754563499268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5758115754563499268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-2010.html' title='Ramadhan 2010'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3567838409436718060</id><published>2010-08-10T08:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:49:01.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>As i promised earlier i would uploads pics of the bbq we had last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCglL99YfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jeFLARjy6a4/s1600/P8071095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCglL99YfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jeFLARjy6a4/s320/P8071095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503575305375015410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCgkaKO26I/AAAAAAAAAOI/FI7WVl6XdPc/s1600/P8071091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCgkaKO26I/AAAAAAAAAOI/FI7WVl6XdPc/s320/P8071091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503575292004719522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCgjBgbfiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gg51RJXtIzU/s1600/P8071086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCgjBgbfiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gg51RJXtIzU/s320/P8071086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503575268207066658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdzvM79NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ftyJwxk0ZdM/s1600/P8071067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdzvM79NI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ftyJwxk0ZdM/s320/P8071067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503572256816362706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdyytapqI/AAAAAAAAANw/hnE2aAuPXj8/s1600/P8071064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdyytapqI/AAAAAAAAANw/hnE2aAuPXj8/s320/P8071064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503572240578029218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdycr_vTI/AAAAAAAAANo/riLAmjWetXU/s1600/P8071060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdycr_vTI/AAAAAAAAANo/riLAmjWetXU/s320/P8071060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503572234666491186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdx_Bz_fI/AAAAAAAAANg/TzoBRVTGLc0/s1600/P8071059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdx_Bz_fI/AAAAAAAAANg/TzoBRVTGLc0/s320/P8071059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503572226704932338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdxf61IFI/AAAAAAAAANY/BIrJLoqoT1I/s1600/P8071054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCdxf61IFI/AAAAAAAAANY/BIrJLoqoT1I/s320/P8071054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503572218354147410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCb4dDuNUI/AAAAAAAAANI/l-CrFGQA7w8/s1600/P8071052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCb4dDuNUI/AAAAAAAAANI/l-CrFGQA7w8/s320/P8071052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503570138821965122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCb5N0HTMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RJs3dScWTEY/s1600/P8071053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCb2SVh5tI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-eHP99Kqn48/s320/P8071047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503570101584127698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGChhR82byI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tKRq45Yc4lM/s1600/P8071084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGChhR82byI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tKRq45Yc4lM/s320/P8071084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503576337773129506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3567838409436718060?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3567838409436718060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/bbq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3567838409436718060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3567838409436718060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TGCglL99YfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jeFLARjy6a4/s72-c/P8071095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4702477455133149042</id><published>2010-08-07T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:10:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning at BB</title><content type='html'>Date: Saturday 07 2010&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Office, BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning rise and shine :). Am currently doing my course counseling report while blogging and also listening to bands playing their music for tonight's concert. Working in the golden triangle of Bukit Bintang, what do u expect? &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this weekend will be awe awe some. Lets see, yesterday I brought the group of Kazakhstan student to the Kompleks Kraf at Jalan Conlay. Never knew such place exists here. It was awesome. We did batik painting, and i tell you what it was such a fun thing to do. Will upload the pics later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a quiet one. I cant believe i didnt even go out. Was browsing through the net, downloading songs and suddenly papppp...fell asleep. Few friends asked to join them. MAKAN! Macam malas tp tempting la juga sebab mengidam Paul goreng tepung. Nyiamm2. I dont know how or why but lately i dont really feel like socializing with other guys(kecuali melawati clans). I used to hang out with these people all the time back then. I guess once uve had ur choice, u just want to concentrate on one. Maybe. So tonight the ELS Admin Family are having a bbq by the pool side at Ayuria Kiaramas condo (esther chee's crib). But me, qila and boss lily are planning to be excused early. Malas malas malas la. But its sooooo hard to escape from Esther Chee.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll succeed. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now. saya mau pipissss....see ya~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4702477455133149042?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4702477455133149042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday-morning-at-bb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4702477455133149042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4702477455133149042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday-morning-at-bb.html' title='Saturday Morning at BB'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7294557567415884950</id><published>2010-08-05T08:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T08:08:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>Every minute and every second i could feel that im becoming the old me. The old me that i despise much. If the past doesnt teach u much of a lesson, then what are u worth living for? WAKE UP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7294557567415884950?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7294557567415884950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7294557567415884950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7294557567415884950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/08/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5387862731234245416</id><published>2010-07-30T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:36:12.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me</title><content type='html'>Anyone that knows me personally will know that im a person who will not tolerate towards dishonesty. Sedih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5387862731234245416?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5387862731234245416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/07/fool-me-once-shame-on-you-fool-me-twice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5387862731234245416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5387862731234245416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/07/fool-me-once-shame-on-you-fool-me-twice.html' title='Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1313011443399782716</id><published>2010-07-03T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:03:43.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Abadi</title><content type='html'>I have few angels in ELS that i adore too much. One of them is Abadi. Cant believe he is leaving today. This lil boy has been a sweetheart. Always greeting 'assalammualaikum' in the morning, always reminding me to eat with my right hand and always telling me to say 'alhamdulillah' after eating. I would have to say that his case (visa) was the most pain in the ass. I pity him. He has to wait practically 4 months until he gets a valid visa. Yet the lil boy was always calm. Thank u for making my work stress-less. Went out last night for our last outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76jrTOLUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YqIG5jkz_-s/s1600/P7021038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76jrTOLUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YqIG5jkz_-s/s320/P7021038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489600486636924226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76ihsH3iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cbBROVHI9_Q/s1600/P7021036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76ihsH3iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cbBROVHI9_Q/s320/P7021036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489600466877144610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76iDeL1eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dYNG1-Kh7VU/s1600/P7021035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76iDeL1eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dYNG1-Kh7VU/s320/P7021035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489600458765620706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76kCUqpjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oUc8fOETkYU/s1600/P7021040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76kCUqpjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/oUc8fOETkYU/s320/P7021040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489600492816999986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1313011443399782716?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1313011443399782716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/07/dearest-abadi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1313011443399782716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1313011443399782716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/07/dearest-abadi.html' title='Dearest Abadi'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TC76jrTOLUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YqIG5jkz_-s/s72-c/P7021038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3412734164304775657</id><published>2010-06-28T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:41:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutfy's Belated Bday Dinner</title><content type='html'>Went out to Delicious @ Jalan Tun Razak for Nyet's 23rd belated bday dinner. Qila and Ed tagged along. Im too sleepy to write. Here are some pics that we managed to snap snap. Good Night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTItvQGqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HOsVs7qKdlk/s1600/P6271085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTItvQGqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HOsVs7qKdlk/s320/P6271085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487586817644436130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTIb99uTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gtyGck_JLUY/s1600/P6271084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTIb99uTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gtyGck_JLUY/s320/P6271084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487586812874307890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTHjyK9xI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xEACyqF7Ib8/s1600/P6271082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTGybVCJI/AAAAAAAAALo/Z4nmCQCWta8/s320/P6271079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487586784543312018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfRTVKvyTI/AAAAAAAAALY/hlqF3QR1PaU/s1600/P6271071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfRTVKvyTI/AAAAAAAAALY/hlqF3QR1PaU/s320/P6271071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487584801004177714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3412734164304775657?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3412734164304775657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/06/lutfys-belated-bday-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3412734164304775657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3412734164304775657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/06/lutfys-belated-bday-dinner.html' title='Lutfy&apos;s Belated Bday Dinner'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TCfTItvQGqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HOsVs7qKdlk/s72-c/P6271085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2327450607597639008</id><published>2010-06-18T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:27:18.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Signs You're Dating a Player aka Asshole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TBsM0WiCgLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/e1ZvuzcFb0g/s1600/ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TBsM0WiCgLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/e1ZvuzcFb0g/s320/ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483991064794792114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this site which i find quite interesting. You wanna play with us, we'll play harder ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5 Signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He’s bold&lt;br /&gt;Full of confidence. In ANY ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He declares his feelings right away&lt;br /&gt;Declaring about your feelings within a month. What kind of bullshit is that? LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He always plans romantic dates&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to create a romantic ambiance. Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He has lots of acquaintances, no close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He’s a thrill-seeker&lt;br /&gt;Refer to #1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2327450607597639008?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2327450607597639008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-signs-youre-dating-player-aka-asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2327450607597639008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2327450607597639008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-signs-youre-dating-player-aka-asshole.html' title='5 Signs You&apos;re Dating a Player aka Asshole'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TBsM0WiCgLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/e1ZvuzcFb0g/s72-c/ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4633366196225708436</id><published>2010-06-13T08:52:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:44:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 23</title><content type='html'>Despite being 23, I still have people assuming that im 18. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, June 6th was the date. Another birthday w/o a boyfriend. agagaggaga.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i even complaining, when I have the most awesome friends? Not like poen/anand or fetymon was even there during my birthday. But hey Irna, your not 15. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had a great time. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TBQ0ie5rx1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pop4ic-0mag/s320/P6060996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482064413431940946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4633366196225708436?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4633366196225708436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4633366196225708436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4633366196225708436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-23.html' title='Hello 23'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/TBQv4bvAbyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/K93Xo0I7um0/s72-c/P5271047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7621832591604117988</id><published>2010-04-19T20:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:09:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation Class of '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BKJMYs-AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u2SxTxG7Qjo/s1600/P3281212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BKJMYs-AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u2SxTxG7Qjo/s320/P3281212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462947869804525570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BJaZBnA_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qfTfSjTXC4U/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BJaZBnA_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qfTfSjTXC4U/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462947065743475698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BJPINJhbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rqbiUu3cDuQ/s1600/P3281146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BJPINJhbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rqbiUu3cDuQ/s320/P3281146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462946872249910706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BJGD-aGUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8ybOBnmRu1Y/s1600/P3281184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BJGD-aGUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8ybOBnmRu1Y/s320/P3281184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462946716495518018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BI5nvexQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_IA039guqPo/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BI5nvexQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_IA039guqPo/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462946502758286594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BIwTq7xWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mPC8j53WKDk/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BIwTq7xWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mPC8j53WKDk/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462946342751683938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we officially graduated. Finally~! I would have to say it was one of the most memorable moments ever. Leaving the campus was hard after being there for 3years far from family and all. Being apart from friends is even harder. But thankfully most of the good friends are currently residing in KL. Here are some pictures taken during my 5days hols in UUM, Sintok &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7621832591604117988?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7621832591604117988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/04/congratulation-class-of-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7621832591604117988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7621832591604117988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/04/congratulation-class-of-09.html' title='Congratulation Class of &apos;09'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S9BKJMYs-AI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u2SxTxG7Qjo/s72-c/P3281212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2621718334904587132</id><published>2010-03-06T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:54:18.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal</title><content type='html'>I expect the FIRST proposal was supposed to be the LAST one as well. The first should always be something special. But i guess il never have the first and the last. A friend proposed. Yeap thats right. 04/03/2010. Unfortunately i declined. Despite old folks saying of how we should never decline any proposal. Should i feel bad? NO. Atleast i dont think so. I have the right to scrutinize and choose the one im gonna spend the next 50 years with. This is marriage we're talking about. &lt;br /&gt;   Being proposed at the age of 22. That is pretty young i'd say :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2621718334904587132?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2621718334904587132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/03/proposal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2621718334904587132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2621718334904587132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/03/proposal.html' title='Proposal'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6766838128783642359</id><published>2010-02-21T22:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:34:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Im back on track . Well I wont make it as a routine. Ill write when ever I feel the urge to. I know its pretty late but Happy New Year everyone. Not a really good new year for me to even begin with. The boyfriend broke it off. Sad I know. It just wasn’t meant to be I guess. Let it go. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, too many things have been happening for the past 2 months. Happiness, hatred, dramas, love etc. Its just too much to register. How I wish this life would be simpler, at least after the break up anyway. I wont write much…read through these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FLcFkVM5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UswSRwajhIs/s1600-h/P1091034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FLcFkVM5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UswSRwajhIs/s320/P1091034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440712770743251858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FMpGGMv6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Voebo4LE0RA/s1600-h/P2051001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FMpGGMv6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Voebo4LE0RA/s320/P2051001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440714093735231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FOMq0LlkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/79HyTeeEGXw/s1600-h/P1091070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FOMq0LlkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/79HyTeeEGXw/s320/P1091070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440715804398818882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FQIhEQGgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fe3fVH7EWE4/s1600-h/bby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FQIhEQGgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fe3fVH7EWE4/s320/bby1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440717932085647874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FQthvZjmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Yd9d3tPyKxI/s1600-h/P2061001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FQthvZjmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Yd9d3tPyKxI/s320/P2061001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440718567921782370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6766838128783642359?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6766838128783642359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-on-track.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6766838128783642359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6766838128783642359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-on-track.html' title='Happy Happy New Year'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/S4FLcFkVM5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UswSRwajhIs/s72-c/P1091034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5596650793919284662</id><published>2009-08-25T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:31:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Malaysia 2009</title><content type='html'>I was going through Aya's(indo fren) fb when i came across her status. She was saying something about Visit Malaysia 2009 clip and how indonesians shouldnt blame Msia gov but blame the organizer. Anyway i found out that the Indonesians (not to say all) are currently condemning Malaysians for the clip. Basically, tarian Pendet which is popular among the Balinese was in the clip. Hence it shows that Malaysia is a copy cat to other people's culture. And these Indonesians are mad! Really mad I tell you. Ok so I get it…if the tarian pendet was really in the clip…that I would have to blame the ministry of tourism. They also claim the song ‘rasa sayang eh rasa sayang2 eh’ is theirs. I have no comment on that as I might reckon that it is true. But what about wayang kulit and batik? Helllooooo..not only Indonesia do batik or wayang kulit. Don’t they know that Thailand also has wayang kulit? And we got it from them. And as for batik, don’t blame us…yes we gain influence from the Indonesians but our batik is way diff from them. What distinguishes our batik from theirs is that we don’t have pictures of animals. So there u go. So what went wrong here? Indonesians please don’t jump to conclusion. As for their media, stop being the batu api. These media are super2 jahat. Mmg tak boleh jadi diplomat. Ahaksss. And dont u hate how Indonesians keep on calling Malaysians as Maling-sia. Maling in indo means pencuri. Emang siapa yang maling di negara siapa??? Haaa…sendiri mau fikir laaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link :http://www.facebook.com/l/;www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFGCLdLhsZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5596650793919284662?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5596650793919284662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-malaysia-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5596650793919284662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5596650793919284662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-malaysia-2009.html' title='Visit Malaysia 2009'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-105772352754638662</id><published>2009-08-06T09:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:22:42.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Life</title><content type='html'>As a human being...we ought to know the rules of life regardless of our cultural background.&lt;br /&gt;The older i get, the more I realize how important &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;these things&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;br /&gt;Being surrounded in a Malay society, it is vital that we instill &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;these things&lt;/span&gt; in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We may not realize how lacking we are until someone gives in her/his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;two cents&lt;/span&gt; &amp; advices.&lt;br /&gt;And its up to us whether we want accept it with open heart or just leave it the way it is and do nothing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-105772352754638662?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/105772352754638662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/08/rule-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/105772352754638662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/105772352754638662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/08/rule-of-life.html' title='Rules of Life'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3481440570891100821</id><published>2009-08-04T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:26:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>July has been good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tunangan turned 42 on the 27th of July. Thanks to Ayam for holding a small party for him. The muffin was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bought my first 3inch heels. But of course my feet hurt for the 1st two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Met up more often with besties (fety&amp;anand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ira got her 1st pay. We are all very happy for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More chocs from Langkawi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3481440570891100821?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3481440570891100821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/08/july.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3481440570891100821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3481440570891100821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/08/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-197928182488477368</id><published>2009-07-04T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:02:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I Can :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Recently mama was down with fever most probably chikungunya. But now alhamdulillah she’s getting better. However her joints and muscle still hurt. And later adi was down with fever. However he recovered soon after. And now ira is down with fever. So basically everyone is sick except me, nita and papa. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Parents are away to penang. Nita and I had to take care of Ira. But Nita is out with her friends. Let her. She hardly comes back home. Anyway, nita asked me to send her to the Terminal Putra as Ira couldn’t drive. I don’t mean to boast but……..later after sending her I drove straight to melawati all alone. Wooohoooooooo~! I can actually drive! Yea I know. U ppl might think ‘so?’ Its nice driving all alone. An ex-bf once advised to drive alone. But only after 3 years I actually followed his advise :P. Bila keadaan mendesak..mmg wajib drive. I forgot to take my luggage from my friend’s car. She lives in Melawati. I had all my things in that bag so nak taknak kena amik jugak. Bantal busok ade dlm tuuuuuuuuu. And later I drove ira to the clinic in Seri Gombak. Get well soon Ira.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-197928182488477368?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/197928182488477368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-can-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/197928182488477368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/197928182488477368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-can-p.html' title='Yes I Can :P'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8129451875475327415</id><published>2009-06-23T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:41:08.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agent Zero Involved in an Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in the car with my dad heading back home at 6.30pm when paly texted me- ‘aku xcdn,kepala pecah,tulang rusuk patah’. I was what is this crap? so i texted him back- ‘bodo’. And he said serious la. So i called him back. And he sounded diff. I was so shocked. Sangat terkilan sebab tak dpt tgk dia. But i already called the rest of the peeps. And they waited for him at the Putrajaya Hospital. What to do..naik kete dgn org.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The incident happened right in front of kementerian perdagangan when he accidentally hit the back of a car. The car didnt turn on his signal when he wanted to turn right while paly was on his scooter, prolly on high speed. It was his 23rd birthday today. Before he left Putrajaya International COnvention Centre (PICC), he was telling me how malang today is 'birthday yang malang' coz he has to work. Something like that. And what do u get from it? Mmg betol2 malang. Never play with words.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He had 10 stitches…breathing difficulty. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Get well soon Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8129451875475327415?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8129451875475327415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/agent-zero-involved-in-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8129451875475327415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8129451875475327415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/agent-zero-involved-in-accident.html' title='Agent Zero Involved in an Accident'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5518304001409318319</id><published>2009-06-13T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:39:40.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Harsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h6&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes i made a mistake but is it necessary to take it on me?&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; U cant simply make assumptions on matters that is just too sensitive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;Where is ur sensitivity? Its unfair that u used &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that mistake as the main factor that contributed to my failure &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; while i myself dont even know why i failed. It hurts. &lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5518304001409318319?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5518304001409318319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-harsh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5518304001409318319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5518304001409318319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-harsh.html' title='Too Harsh'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7323926783163302698</id><published>2009-06-13T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:30:33.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teruskan lah</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to every girls that are never appreciated by their so-called loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f8f671574d8e7924" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7323926783163302698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/teruskan-lah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7323926783163302698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7323926783163302698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/teruskan-lah.html' title='Teruskan lah'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1040937140121524293</id><published>2009-06-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:59:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback...not by Me</title><content type='html'>Its just a matter of TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U give me shit..u get shit loads of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH S.W.T is the Greatest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1040937140121524293?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1040937140121524293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/paybacknot-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1040937140121524293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1040937140121524293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/06/paybacknot-by-me.html' title='Payback...not by Me'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3781705554199217095</id><published>2009-05-31T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:57:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good luck</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Woke up with a big scratch on my face..prolly accidentally scratch it without even realizing it while i was sleeping. Weird. I dont have long nails. Left a scar on my face. Takpe..nampak ganas sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Got a big zit on my nose after 3months without any pimples. Thank u mense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Broke my glasses while performing ablution at a masjid in Nilai. Hung it on my shirt..fell and stepped on it. I feel so blindddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Jai the hairdresser cut my hair tooooooo short! i hate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3781705554199217095?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3781705554199217095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-good-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3781705554199217095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3781705554199217095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-good-luck.html' title='Not so good luck'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-620900223303817280</id><published>2009-05-29T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:20:35.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF A MAN WANTS YOU</title><content type='html'>A friend posted this note in fb. And here i am to share it with u guys. Girls..stand up for urselves. Boys..dont fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve&lt;br /&gt;then heck no, you can't 'be friends.' A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because you think 'it will get better.' You'll be mad at yourself&lt;br /&gt;a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;Why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. NEVER let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has&lt;br /&gt;more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. All men are NOT dogs. (i beg to difer... bt wateva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two-way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.You need time to heal between relationships..........there is nothing cute about&lt;br /&gt;baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship&lt;br /&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists&lt;br /&gt;of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr.. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your&lt;br /&gt;always readily available to him- he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on kissing toads if u have to..to find that prince of urs :). Good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-620900223303817280?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/620900223303817280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-man-wants-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/620900223303817280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/620900223303817280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-man-wants-you.html' title='IF A MAN WANTS YOU'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2621553311249220786</id><published>2009-05-26T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:42:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the blame on ME</title><content type='html'>Talking bout failed relationships, my friend and i once came across this issue. Anyway, he said instead of blaming the other half, why not put the blame on ourselves. Look at ourselves and discover our own flaws. As for him, well he thinks that he doesnt have the looks compared to others. Looks really matters. It does. Who doesnt want good looking gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;    Last 2days i went to buy my contact lenses. The abg was very nice to my mom. He's married with 2 kids. Anyway, my mom was asking about the other guy(his colleague). Unfortunately his engagement was called off. The girl prolly found a more good looking man. So this abg was like 'kak, klo nak ikotkan saya muak tgk muka isteri saya hari2, tp kita kena fikir klo kita sakit, dh tua, sapa nak jaga kita'. So yeah, being loyal is very much indeed vital. But i told myself 'mampus ko klo isteri ko dgr'. :P Tapi laki mcm ni la yang kita perempuan nak. SEDAR DIRI.&lt;br /&gt;    And my flaws are.....MAYBE im too lenient. Easily deceived. Never learn mistakes from my previous relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2621553311249220786?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2621553311249220786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/put-blame-on-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2621553311249220786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2621553311249220786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/put-blame-on-me.html' title='Put the blame on ME'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1540005453012548498</id><published>2009-05-25T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:31:34.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangen Kenit</title><content type='html'>Nita's off to college and away for the very first time. The house is so quiet since loud2 people aren't around (nita&amp;ira). Anyway i guess we all miss her. Mama was calling her name in her dream last nite. And when we fetched adi from school today, he was like 'nnt cendol ni bg dkt nita'. And we were like 'adi, nita's not home'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1540005453012548498?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1540005453012548498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/kangen-kenit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1540005453012548498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1540005453012548498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/kangen-kenit.html' title='Kangen Kenit'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7891684505525002352</id><published>2009-05-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:40:15.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-191e68599f740abf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D191e68599f740abf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331391692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34A1EB7FE37EA7CC9F9DFCE6DD61AD6231ED0D47.15F2F140FE22676F5D46F6987EF94D7F35CF62D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D191e68599f740abf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkRDclmjpI-whPRyERYnkb7tUlCs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D191e68599f740abf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331391692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34A1EB7FE37EA7CC9F9DFCE6DD61AD6231ED0D47.15F2F140FE22676F5D46F6987EF94D7F35CF62D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D191e68599f740abf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkRDclmjpI-whPRyERYnkb7tUlCs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vc is exactly like The Notebook. Sangat la sweet. And the song is so true. Once u start seeing other people...u tend to do comparison( i know its not healthy). And the best will remain in ur heart no matter what :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7891684505525002352?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=191e68599f740abf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7891684505525002352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7891684505525002352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7891684505525002352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/best.html' title='The Best'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8283310135484924669</id><published>2009-05-20T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:32:26.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel</title><content type='html'>ohhhh myyyyy godddddddddddd he is soooooooooooooo yummmyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;can i have him to be my hubby? Good voice, can sing, can play guitar, good looking, hot, hot and definitely HOT. SWOoooooooonNNNNNNN~~~ And yes he does looks like paly. bleurghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18d2023b77c450f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18d2023b77c450f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331391692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D273BDAB8ED34AD4C5557D08A0769AAD291CD7925.28BA9504D247945E495D7B63C278A4850A8CBB9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18d2023b77c450f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVVBE_y99lgbiSX7-7ztoWQuRgtw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18d2023b77c450f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331391692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D273BDAB8ED34AD4C5557D08A0769AAD291CD7925.28BA9504D247945E495D7B63C278A4850A8CBB9F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18d2023b77c450f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVVBE_y99lgbiSX7-7ztoWQuRgtw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8283310135484924669?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=18d2023b77c450f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8283310135484924669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/daniel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8283310135484924669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8283310135484924669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/daniel.html' title='Daniel'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6599951036680104284</id><published>2009-05-15T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:38:41.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sg1T8rldZCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H2kQCG2TE2U/s1600-h/P5140393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sg1T8rldZCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H2kQCG2TE2U/s320/P5140393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336013435461002274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to like the fact that we're no longer together. Everything is transparent. We can hang out when ever we want..where ever we want to. Coz we're friends. And no one can say anything about it. So its true.What ever happens to us, there's always something good beyond it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6599951036680104284?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6599951036680104284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6599951036680104284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6599951036680104284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/ex.html' title='The Ex'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sg1T8rldZCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/H2kQCG2TE2U/s72-c/P5140393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4424293995043703998</id><published>2009-05-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:49:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Meet new people, some may remain as loved ones, some may not.&lt;br /&gt;And now i can tell the ones who are sincere and those who are not.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that obvious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4424293995043703998?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4424293995043703998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-new-people-some-may-remain-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4424293995043703998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4424293995043703998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-new-people-some-may-remain-as.html' title=''/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6367213294760587191</id><published>2009-05-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:49:53.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Henney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SgbbTY9LgHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5wTFVyLtN5I/s1600-h/danielh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SgbbTY9LgHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5wTFVyLtN5I/s320/danielh1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334191934829985906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SgbbTEkR2fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dDI5dA33ACM/s1600-h/2290_498620120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SgbbTEkR2fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dDI5dA33ACM/s320/2290_498620120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334191929356835314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a friend today and went to watch X-Men origins wolverine. It was awesome even though it doesnt seem real..but X-Men IS suppose to be unrealistic. Anyway i didnt know Daniel Henney would be in it. Thought he was just a typical Korean actor. He became Agent Zero unfortunately. Why do good looking hot guys always have to be the bad guy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6367213294760587191?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6367213294760587191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/daniel-henney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6367213294760587191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6367213294760587191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/daniel-henney.html' title='Daniel Henney'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SgbbTY9LgHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5wTFVyLtN5I/s72-c/danielh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-3675371024352320796</id><published>2009-05-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:36:45.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need it badly</title><content type='html'>My only cure...and i cant have it...for now anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a4012e3fcfb36022" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4012e3fcfb36022%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331391692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C653DF5A9EA27545A22867FF828F29083EDB128.71D66B2C53C9620A72FFD831CBD9074DFA1CF7F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4012e3fcfb36022%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl-QAgkPbORIept71BelPMeVaw2s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da4012e3fcfb36022%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331391692%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C653DF5A9EA27545A22867FF828F29083EDB128.71D66B2C53C9620A72FFD831CBD9074DFA1CF7F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4012e3fcfb36022%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl-QAgkPbORIept71BelPMeVaw2s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3675371024352320796?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3675371024352320796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-it-badly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3675371024352320796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3675371024352320796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-it-badly.html' title='I need it badly'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7040505469507892317</id><published>2009-05-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:41:35.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biadab</title><content type='html'>Went to the salon today with mama to cut my bangs. Afterward to the mamak coz mama was craving for maggie goreng. It was around 1.30pm(friday). We were quite surprise to see several malays eating there. Men, school boys, the owner himself(we asked and yes he's a mamak). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway..that did not bother me that much. What bothered me was this lil boy(well not THAT lil prolly aroung form4 kot). My mom was ordering her food and he was trying to walk through. There was like soooooo much space left and he had to make this annoying sound as if he's annoyed that my mom was blocking his way. I heard it. Ape lagi...i sound budak tu. I said(more like shouting kot ahahha) "ape haish2....kurang asam punya budak"..gila biadap. Seriously..kids nowadays are like soooooo rude. No one messes with my mom okeyyy. One of the major factors why i broke up with pjo was that his mom undermine and condemn my mom. I dont give if she condemned me but not MY family. Screw these people....klo ikotkan hati nak je sound lebih..but he walked out as if he didnt hear me..he prolly did hear me but was too scared. takot la tu. Dh la ketot. I bagi wedgy padan muka. Tak solat plak tu. I wonder how he treats his own mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7040505469507892317?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7040505469507892317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/biadap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7040505469507892317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7040505469507892317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/biadap.html' title='Biadab'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7585012275706689007</id><published>2009-05-06T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:04:31.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wifey</title><content type='html'>I once came through this article on the role of wife and mother in Islam. Anyway, a man(who's married) first priority must be: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)his mother&lt;br /&gt;2)mother in law&lt;br /&gt;3)his father&lt;br /&gt;4)his father in law&lt;br /&gt;5)his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the other way around for wife. So future wifey must bear with this. But look at the bright sight, when u become a mother, u'll be ur babies' first priority :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7585012275706689007?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7585012275706689007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/wifey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7585012275706689007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7585012275706689007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/wifey.html' title='Wifey'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-68162443254176372</id><published>2009-05-06T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:50:17.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat..thats me :)</title><content type='html'>Anand has been bugging me for the past few days. Actually he bugs me ALL the time. Calling me fat, fety no2, etc. I know ive gained some weight. And it has bothering me as well. But what to do..i have to make my tummy happy all the time. Otherwise ill have to face with gastric and that hurts alot. But anyway, he bet on me that i wont lose weight by this october(we'll meet on oct). If he wins, then ill have to wear a t-shirt that says "saya gemok" all day long. And if i win, he'll have to wear a t-shirt that says "saya terbantut". Nice ha?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-68162443254176372?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/68162443254176372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatthats-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/68162443254176372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/68162443254176372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatthats-me.html' title='Fat..thats me :)'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8300696597081751662</id><published>2009-05-01T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:53:44.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenit Congratz</title><content type='html'>Got a call from mama. At first I thought something was just not right. Her intonation and all…biasa la mama…when she talks is as if she’s screaming, what more if she was screaming. Anyway, told me nita got accepted into UIA. I was like for real???? UIA??? That’s something. Im so proud of my baby sister. Happy happy sangat happy. She failed few subjects so the chances of her getting accepted are pretty bleak. Anyway….im so happy she has made mama and papa proud and happy. Take that Ira!! Have some faith in our lil sis for god sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8300696597081751662?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8300696597081751662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenit-congratz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8300696597081751662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8300696597081751662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/05/kenit-congratz.html' title='Kenit Congratz'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4314669607540903461</id><published>2009-04-26T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:57:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siva will always be Siva</title><content type='html'>I just love that lil dude of mine. Had brunch the other day with mr i-want-to-be-indonesian(anand). Everything went well. I got the old anand back. Irwan, my ex-kmpk class mate joined us. I swear we were so loud. As u know anand. Anyway, he told me he has covered everything for intl political eco paper which will be on the 5th coz he wants to go clubbing in Danok. Clubbing in Danok? For real? There prolly wont be any chicks except for a bunch of fags. I told him what if the place was bombed? His answer was : "Takpe la aku mati syahid..eh silap mati syawat la". And would want uum's flag to cover his coffin. STupidddooooo. HEeheheh..thats anand. And he started imitating Russell Peters on obscene jokes. Talking about dicks while i was enjoying my food. Appetizer perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SfNqxsgq8VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vaeJK4LfaHI/s1600-h/DSC03767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SfNqxsgq8VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vaeJK4LfaHI/s320/DSC03767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328720186103755090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4314669607540903461?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4314669607540903461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/siva-will-always-be-siva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4314669607540903461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4314669607540903461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/siva-will-always-be-siva.html' title='Siva will always be Siva'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SfNqxsgq8VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vaeJK4LfaHI/s72-c/DSC03767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7987728374204750307</id><published>2009-04-24T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:16:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. Sat beside him yesterday during exam. On my mind *such a handsome dude* &amp; *oh god i miss him*. But felt awkward. Didnt say a word. But today am having a brunch with him. Im so gayyyyyyyyyy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7987728374204750307?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7987728374204750307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7987728374204750307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7987728374204750307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/gay.html' title='Gay'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7188457150119536840</id><published>2009-04-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:49:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Za..i ciplak this one from u...and i cant agree more. It is a nice quote :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love is like a garden. It is seasonal.&lt;br /&gt;Spring time is when you fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Summer requires a lot of effort.&lt;br /&gt;Fall is a time of generosity and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;Winter is when the emptiness sets in.&lt;br /&gt;To be successful in a relationship we must accept and understand the different seasons of love.&lt;br /&gt;Be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself permission to keep making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, men are from Mars and women are from Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax and keep on making mistakes until u come to a right one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7188457150119536840?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7188457150119536840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>If u love someone...</title><content type='html'>THE ORIGINAL QUOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, she never was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEW VERSIONS R.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she ever comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, as expected, she never was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, she will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she ever comes back, ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back within some time forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back,&lt;br /&gt;continue to wait until she comes back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free ...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, and if you love her still,&lt;br /&gt;set her free again, repeat ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C++ Programmer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if(you-love( m_she))&lt;br /&gt;m_she.free()&lt;br /&gt;if(m_she == NULL)&lt;br /&gt;m_she = new CShe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal-Rights Activist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second&lt;br /&gt;Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biologist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;She'll evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statisticians :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;If she loves you, the probability of her coming&lt;br /&gt;back is high&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, your relation was improbable&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwarzenegger' s fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;SHE'LL BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ove r possessive person :&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;don't set her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBA :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone set her free instantaneously&lt;br /&gt;and look for others simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back her super ego is dominant&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't come back her id is supreme&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somnabulist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back it's a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, you must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERP functional expert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, map her into your system&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, carry out a gap-fit analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance expert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, its time to look for fresh loans&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, write her off as an asset gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing Specialist :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;set her free&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back she has brand loyalty&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, reposition the brand in new market&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-3224188465609870034?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/3224188465609870034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-u-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3224188465609870034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/3224188465609870034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-u-love-someone.html' title='If u love someone...'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4509410035996130516</id><published>2009-04-22T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:21:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U'll be missed</title><content type='html'>This is just too sad. A year ago on 20th April 2008 we all had the shocked of our lives when Rowena an ex-schoolmate of mine told us about the demise of Puan Jun due to heart attack. Puan Jun was our school teacher in SMK Convent Sentul. I first got to know her when i was 14, 2nd former. If i was not mistaken she was a practical teacher/fresh graduate back then. She taught us science but later biology. Anyway, it was a great loss for us as she was a great person. I remembered she likes to talk about her family a lot. And we enjoyed it very much. Has a cute bro around our age :). She was only 29 when she passed away. Got married right after we finished high school. Has a a pair of twins. Girls. Barely 2yrs old. She is a twin herself. I just cant imagine her girls growing up without her presence. Its just too sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1979-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga rohnya ditempatkan dikalangan org2 yang beriman. &lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4509410035996130516?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4509410035996130516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/ull-be-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4509410035996130516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4509410035996130516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/ull-be-missed.html' title='U&apos;ll be missed'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7138618686710079280</id><published>2009-04-21T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:12:41.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erupt</title><content type='html'>I might burst. Too much to take into account. But i do appreciate all of ur comments. Trying not to be influenced. But Ada...u feel me. I cant agree more with u. Tq for being there. I love u sweetum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7138618686710079280?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7138618686710079280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/erupt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7138618686710079280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7138618686710079280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/erupt.html' title='Erupt'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-136232681450480191</id><published>2009-04-19T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:47:33.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret?</title><content type='html'>Yes i took the risk. And no i did not succeed. The end justify the means. It may not turned out the way i expected...but in some way..in certain aspect..i was pretty much content. I did managed to erase all the feelings i had for u now didnt i? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-136232681450480191?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/136232681450480191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/136232681450480191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/136232681450480191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/regret.html' title='Regret?'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8050844224164339878</id><published>2009-04-17T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:18:59.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls pls plssssss</title><content type='html'>UIL(university industry link)/pusat practicum called the other day. Asked if i was interested to do my practical training at Airgate Media Technologies Sdn Bhd. Told me i had to attend an interview at uil. When i came there were only 4 of us including me. They decided not to have the interview as it will only burden the company. There were a list of 300 people. 8 people confirmed they would make it. However only 4 people showed up. The company wants 5 interns. Instead of interview, they told us to make our own vid resume. Oh god...i dont usually hope for things...but i do hope for this opportunity. Its just too perfect. Most of the people have already got their placement for practical training. Me and fety havent. Sangat worried. Ya Allah tolong la permudahkan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in UIL, we talked with this kakak who works there. Such a pleasant person. Which is hard to find for a person who works in UIL.(most are kereks). Anyway she was a former UUM student. Class of 2008 kot. Told us its very hectic to find places for students to do their internship. She was once encountered with UEM. They asked for 2 interns with minimum cgpa of 3.33. So she managed to find 2 students who's grade are high...kira pointer sgt cantek la. UEM made a phone interview with these two people. tup tup tuppppp......they called her back. They said..."we'll just find othe runiversity students. Their english is really bad". Of course she was humiliated. From her experience...students with high pointer cant really talk. She prefers students with grades that range from 2.80-3 cukup2 makan. Said these people can talk better than top scorer. Emmmmm..i dunno. But perhaps. She also said that companies also may not want smart gila smart students as their intern. They will either feel inferior/undermine these ppl of not being able to do work efficiently. There's this one company i think yamaguchi(if im not mistaken) gives rm2500 for interns. How lucky. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to myself. smileeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8050844224164339878?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8050844224164339878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/pls-pls-plssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8050844224164339878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8050844224164339878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/pls-pls-plssssss.html' title='Pls pls plssssss'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8937239478443403446</id><published>2009-04-17T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:45:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope..Wish</title><content type='html'>Im still hoping...ive got less than 3weeks to sort things out. Will do what ever it takes. I need u people's help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8937239478443403446?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8937239478443403446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopewish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8937239478443403446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8937239478443403446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/hopewish.html' title='Hope..Wish'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1781847693407789893</id><published>2009-04-15T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:49:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong</title><content type='html'>Received a text msg from Muhyiddin Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hi dear.how ru?jgn pening2 ek..mkn minum jaga!&lt;br /&gt;rambut xpyh potong la..huhu..big hugs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe..why is everyone so worried? Relax..ive been in a tougher situation. &lt;br /&gt;But so sweet of u mumu. Thanks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1781847693407789893?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1781847693407789893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/ding-dong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1781847693407789893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1781847693407789893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/ding-dong.html' title='Ding Dong'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2456343637017199005</id><published>2009-04-15T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:37:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SeTXmpDhupI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BDs9BgTp96E/s1600-h/DSC03704-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SeTXmpDhupI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BDs9BgTp96E/s320/DSC03704-tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324617718314416786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally….i had a date with Mr Hooka. And im pretty much content. Went to Alor Star with Muncit(paly),sedo,fety and ipah. It was prolly  our last outing as a student. I had a great time. Gonna miss all the fun time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipah became the main target. She’s still not over her x-bf(jerk ass). It’s a love hate story for her. Anyway..they bombarded her with many Qs…lasty she erupted. She’s pissed that he had given hopes to her. Some more she claimed that she lost her x-bf of 6yrs just because of this jerk . This jerk happens to be sedo’s roomie.  So I told her that was her choice…cant blame this guy entirely. The others were like ‘relax la…irna lagi byk harapan org tu bg..tp tetap cool’. I would be lying if I said that it didn’t hurt. Who wouldn’t be hurt? But its how u handle the problem. Don’t think about it too much. Let it go. The boys as always will try to influence my mind. But I go for what I believe. People will always keep on talking…and You..well u have to keep on nodding as if u conceded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedo was being papa-juwi towards ipah. She retaliated by asking this one big Q. THEY actually asked sedo if sedo likes me. What the fudge??? Ok so it wasn’t only sedo who was being attacked. I just played along je. When people take it on u…just play along. Right? I admit sedo and I are close. But I take him(him too) as a friend. He’s like a pengganti for anand. Tak kesah la org nak ckp ape. Why I like befriending sedo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; He’s not one of those typical malay guys who are gatal gile mengenyam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; He’s not murahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 3)&lt;/span&gt; I consider him as a gentleman(never have I heard him condemning his x-gf who cheated on him before). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; He gives good advices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Never take advantages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;He listens to my problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; Not stingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;Not a typical kelantanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt;Always on a happy2 mode(can tease him all u want and he will always smile/laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;Condemns me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11) &lt;/span&gt;Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cherish friendship.  Wonderful friends are for eternity. Same goes to Boyfriend..but only if ur a wonderful one. Smileeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2456343637017199005?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2456343637017199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2456343637017199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2456343637017199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SeTXmpDhupI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BDs9BgTp96E/s72-c/DSC03704-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-8427333993832663780</id><published>2009-04-14T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:37:32.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Person who wouldnt mind being called 'keling'</title><content type='html'>Its very rare to see me LMAO these days. Without the presence of this one truly special person in my open diary, my life isnt that colorful. He's the only person in campus of which i know that can make me pee in my pants. I have to admit that i do miss him...miss him crackin' stupid jokes, horny jokes, condemning people, giving advices, etc. If only he knew what ive been through, what im facing this exact moment. Anand has always been there thru thick and thin. He's a wonderful caring person even though at times(well most of time) he gets on my nerves. Condemn me all u want if that will bring u back to US. Yes US. Ever since our friendship went from bad to worst, he no longer hangs out with the others. And im sorry to u guys that this has to happen...at this right moment when we all will be leaving UUM in less &lt;br /&gt;than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SePMW-ExJrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2wb2OubKyGA/s1600-h/Copy+of+PC260566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SePMW-ExJrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2wb2OubKyGA/s320/Copy+of+PC260566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324323879474243250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-8427333993832663780?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/8427333993832663780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/person-who-wouldnt-mind-being-called.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8427333993832663780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/8427333993832663780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/person-who-wouldnt-mind-being-called.html' title='Person who wouldnt mind being called &apos;keling&apos;'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SePMW-ExJrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2wb2OubKyGA/s72-c/Copy+of+PC260566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6954500481048420811</id><published>2009-04-11T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:56:05.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perlu kamu..Ingin Kamu..Mau Kamu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd-VLD95ZOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aFblWDTQmRk/s1600-h/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd-VLD95ZOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aFblWDTQmRk/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323137301851235554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrr....its been more than a month now. I WANT YOUUUUUUUUU so badly. hopefully within this week. My all time addiction.................Mr Hooka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6954500481048420811?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6954500481048420811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/perlu-kamuingin-kamumau-kamu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6954500481048420811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6954500481048420811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/perlu-kamuingin-kamumau-kamu.html' title='Perlu kamu..Ingin Kamu..Mau Kamu'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd-VLD95ZOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aFblWDTQmRk/s72-c/DSC_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2903914547145838780</id><published>2009-04-11T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:26:44.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd-OBpQqwbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CqsfKaF_OOo/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd-OBpQqwbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CqsfKaF_OOo/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323129443481993650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am YOUR sexy????&lt;br /&gt;Why do u have to be so kinky?&lt;br /&gt;am no longer urs..and never have i seen myself as sexyyy.LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:pic taken from Wonderbra...i lurrrrvve their lingerie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2903914547145838780?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2903914547145838780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-your-sexy-why-do-u-have-to-be-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2903914547145838780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2903914547145838780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-your-sexy-why-do-u-have-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd-OBpQqwbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CqsfKaF_OOo/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-7132393125907614844</id><published>2009-04-10T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:02:31.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd5UAEzWT4I/AAAAAAAAADs/7vwXZW1A5zA/s1600-h/DSC00845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd5UAEzWT4I/AAAAAAAAADs/7vwXZW1A5zA/s320/DSC00845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322784169864351618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Dog...a name our baby bro, Adi gave to Ira when he was little. Talked on the phone with her last night...talked about the kids in school...the teachers(gossip lovers)...men...practical training...future...emmmm..i do hope she'll survive for the next 7weeks. She's got a bright future ahead of her. Internship with ELS for 3months..good pay..2yrs contract with ELS..even a better pay. Sometimes i wish i was her...she knows exactly her passion..what she wants to do in life..unlike me. Not that i dont...but still unclear. Anyway..hopefully everything will turn out well for her. Papa and mama plsssss dont hamper her plan. Guiding is good...but dont force her to do what she doesnt want to. Working with the government is indeed a secured job...but i think gaining experience first from private entities is good. Chances doesnt come that often. She's so worried papa wont be her guarantor. While mama....is unwilling to let Ira live by herself. She's so afraid that Ira wont be able to take care of herself. I agree on that one. I'll be home for good by next month after spending 4yrs living apart form the family...i do hope ira would be around. To be united. I miss breaking fast with the family the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-7132393125907614844?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/7132393125907614844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7132393125907614844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/7132393125907614844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad-dog.html' title='Mad Dog'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd5UAEzWT4I/AAAAAAAAADs/7vwXZW1A5zA/s72-c/DSC00845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-1055364541003356829</id><published>2009-04-10T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:06:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budak Kelantan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd5FuFrtZKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wj81X0V4fzU/s1600-h/kltn.jpg"&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/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd5FuFrtZKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wj81X0V4fzU/s320/kltn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322768467700311202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title sounds ridiculous..what more the movie. A low budget movie. Danny was cute as always...Bienda was beautiful as always. The rape scene creeps me out. U can never separate rape/sex with kelantanese..isk isk isk. I couldnt agree more with Ira. It is a stupid stupid movie...but better than zombie kpg pisang ape ntah. The story line isnt that clear,....i still cant figure out why danny was willing to give up his gf for that beast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-1055364541003356829?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/1055364541003356829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/budak-kelantan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1055364541003356829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/1055364541003356829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/budak-kelantan.html' title='Budak Kelantan?'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sd5FuFrtZKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wj81X0V4fzU/s72-c/kltn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6023309447632978715</id><published>2009-04-09T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:06:20.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive n Forget</title><content type='html'>It was 2 years ago during my 1st year in uni. I was facing one of the toughest moment in life. I had been accused of having sex in the toilet. Hamba Allah mana ntah yang sesuka hati membuat fitnah. But i have this feeling that it was one of the cleaning lady, makcik M as she was the only cleaning lady that was in charge of my level's toilet. It was on Saturday when the incident happened. I was from KL and had to go back early as i had to attend bagpipe class. There were few students then. Reached Kl at 3am and went to the class at 10am. The incident occurred around 11am. Meaning i wasnt in college during that period. The cleaning lady report it to the principal and unfortunately told practically all the seniors what she saw..and who she thought it was. "budak bilik 115, mcm cina, rambut panjang". Dan semestinya bukan ifa(she was my roommate then). This one senior whom ifa was closed to told her "klo nak pilih kawan tu pilih la yang baik2".(its funny and stupid how this kind of ppl can give advice to others while she herself sleeps around with her boyfriend) She told ifa everything about what the cleaning lady told her. Ifa was perplexed as she knew i wasnt around college during that time. So she told me. I was soooooooooooo frustrated, scared, etc. YES they say if ur not guilty why be scared? ohhhh..u should walk a mile in my shoes then only ull know.&lt;br /&gt;      After few days i received a letter from the office summoning me to see the principal. So i did. Guess what....she told me to confess!! What was there to confess...i did no wrong. She ask if i had a boyfriend. I told her yes,...but he was in UITM dungun(the guy's number plate started with a 'K'). And she said "who knows..u might have done it with some other guy". What do u think im a whore???? Sangat kurang ajar. She asked if i pray, if i wear tudung. What does that have to do with the issue? Even if u do wear tudung, if u want to sleep around, u will do it. It wont hamper ur desire. Correct? She told me one of the cleaning lady told her and she will believe the cleaning lady more as she's been working for years at the college.(kunun la org tua tak menipu, but does she know that org tua kdg2 rabun?)      &lt;br /&gt;      The principal and the ppl from the office came over my room the next day. Checked everything. So i let them. I had nothing to hide anyway. Thank god my sejadah was lying on the floor. They made a sarcastic remark "ni solat dari tadi subuh ke?"(i dont usually fold my telekung..DULU.)&lt;br /&gt;      I seriously couldnt stand it. The rumors had been spread all over. Seniors would look oddly towards me. I was so scared that it would spread to the boys(laki sini mulot mcm P*ki Ayam). I finally went to see my mentor Dr Yati. She told me to write a letter to the principal stating the chronology of what i did on that day..and state the people who were with me as witnesses. I even asked for my bagpipe lecturer for his signature as a proof of my presence during that class. And since then i never heard anything about the case. They finally shut up. Before i sent the letter, i already told the principal that i wanted to write a letter to her. And she said "klo kamu tak bersalah knp harus kamu defend diri?" OHHH MYYY GODDD,....ive been accused of things i didnt do...and she's telling me that i shouldnt defend myself? Dr Yati also adviced me to make acquaintance with the cleaning ladies, therefore they will get to know me better. Maybe part of it was my fault because i wasnt that close to them. &lt;br /&gt;     But guess what? i am now bonding with makcik M. During the incident i confronted her. I asked if she was the one who thought the 'ghaib girl' was me? she denied. I can see from her eyes that she was scared. Nvm..i forgive her. Recently she was having a tummy ache. Gave her my remaining medicine from my tummy ache i had few weeks ago. Dia bagi api..kita bagi air..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6023309447632978715?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6023309447632978715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-n-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6023309447632978715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6023309447632978715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-n-forget.html' title='Forgive n Forget'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2578664134257560452</id><published>2009-04-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:40:31.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swing</title><content type='html'>menses????&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think so. Once in a blue moon. I dont usually go thru this ugly attitude.&lt;br /&gt;jauhhhhhhhhhhhhhkannnnnnnnnnnnnn~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry for those who have to bear with me. Well...for the past 3days je.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Sedo. Im so sorrrryyyyy. I ignored u when u talked to me, showed my palm when u tried to talk to me, made faces, talked back, i fought back until u 'white flag urself', i scolded u....*sigh* whats happening to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2578664134257560452?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2578664134257560452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2578664134257560452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2578664134257560452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-swing.html' title='Mood Swing'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-138185485345873589</id><published>2009-04-04T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:17:01.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tnb's Annual Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAmMpu1AI/AAAAAAAAADU/8kMlHdmmHQg/s1600-h/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAmMpu1AI/AAAAAAAAADU/8kMlHdmmHQg/s320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320651772248642562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAl7VSkEI/AAAAAAAAADM/5uwYmtSNSK0/s1600-h/IMG_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAl7VSkEI/AAAAAAAAADM/5uwYmtSNSK0/s320/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320651767599501378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAl50YlZI/AAAAAAAAADE/KmXojK-cSKA/s1600-h/DSCN0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAl50YlZI/AAAAAAAAADE/KmXojK-cSKA/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320651767193048466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAlsN4VCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5hOqiDOslm8/s1600-h/DSCN0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAlsN4VCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5hOqiDOslm8/s320/DSCN0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320651763541890082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAlatR56I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qh62xbXDpXc/s1600-h/DSCN0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAlatR56I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Qh62xbXDpXc/s320/DSCN0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320651758841751458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time attending my college's annual dinner. Never bothered. It was...well kindda boring. Boring performance...the food wasnt that nice either. Someone pls teach me on how to wear makeup w/o looking like a fag...coz i failed..for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SECOND&lt;/span&gt; time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-138185485345873589?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/138185485345873589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/tnbs-annual-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/138185485345873589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/138185485345873589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/04/tnbs-annual-dinner.html' title='Tnb&apos;s Annual Dinner'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SdbAmMpu1AI/AAAAAAAAADU/8kMlHdmmHQg/s72-c/IMG_1064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-17692414827040355</id><published>2009-04-02T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:44:44.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasha oh Pasha</title><content type='html'>Am currently in love with Ungu's 'Tercipta Untukku' new version feat Rossa.&lt;br /&gt;Very slow..longlai...but feel habisssssss. It was used as a soundtrack for Ayat-Ayat Cinta(never seen it)..that explains everything(slow and all). Anyway...Ira loves Tercipta Untukku original version. Wait till she hears this one. Said the song is purrrfectlyyy for a wedding vow. Correct. Too romantic. ahhhhhh..best nye best nye KALAU....eheheheh dream ONNNNN. 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Woke up with a stomach ache. Spent 2hours in the toilet. Pain pain pain….food poisoning. Went to the ekspo and watched faiz play futsal last nite. Im gonna list down all the food I ate. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fried wantan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sotong kangkung&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;roasted chicken&lt;/span&gt; and drank &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;air kelapa laut&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone was fine except me. So I suppose the roasted chicken was the spoilt one bcoz I was the one who was eating it. Sangat menyeksakan. Mcm nak give birth je…Face all pale, felt like vomiting and fainting. The stomach ache didn’t bother me much…wat worries me more is that there was blood when I peed.  Blood in the urine can either be that ur having problems with the kidney or kencing kotor(due to excessive use of public toilets). So I freaked out. Called my personal doc (mama). She told to see the doc. So I did. But now im ok. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4463969203141529994?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4463969203141529994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-poisoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4463969203141529994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4463969203141529994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6246822775705605255</id><published>2009-03-27T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:45:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream is a Wish</title><content type='html'>Its been a week already. WOooooohhhffff..the longest w/o hearing from him. But i dont mind. He has his obligations. Anyways...i really miss him. YES. Naseb baik dpt mimpi. Last 2 days and last night. Both were good. But as they say, dreams and reality will always be the opposite way round. Im scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6246822775705605255?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6246822775705605255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-is-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6246822775705605255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6246822775705605255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-is-wish.html' title='A Dream is a Wish'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6951569986749653378</id><published>2009-03-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:59:09.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.11am confession</title><content type='html'>Have u ever miss someone? Miss that person to the extent of feeling sad..down..hopeless..?&lt;br /&gt;Im missing him...missing him badly. Uncertain of how to deal with these feelings. I  know its not right to be feeling this way. But its beyond my will. Tapi perasaan tak boleh dilayan sangat...will lead to a very unhealthy situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6951569986749653378?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6951569986749653378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/111am-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6951569986749653378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6951569986749653378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/111am-confession.html' title='1.11am confession'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-5909042065915652546</id><published>2009-03-14T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:54:48.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting all over</title><content type='html'>As u can see, i started reading muqadam at the age of 6 kot. Tp takpenah pandai2 pon. Until we left for Japan. I started to learn from the beginning at the age of 9 kot. This Indonesian ustaz will come over every friday to the Msian Apartment in Tokyo and will teach us children. Each kid will only get to spend 10-15min. And after we left for Msia, i did continue reading with this ustazah but the she moved so i stopped. And when we moved to Kelantan, my mom would send both my lil sis and bro to this aunty Aisyah to learn to read the quran. That time it was after SPM. I had nothing to do much as i stopped working at Sbux. So i told my mom that i wanted to learn to read with aunty Aisyah. I did managed to learn a bit. But had to stop as i had to enrol for matrix. Since then, i never had the initiative to continue learning. Konon sebok la. So u see, its on and off for me. I can read, but not as efficient as Ira or nita but better than adi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that day when sum1 told me its very important that i learn how to read. Rasa malu pon ade. So I told my mom to buy an al-quran for me. So she did. Like a month ago...and i havent even started reading...well except for the translation. Which is also hard to understand. Ayat2 sastera :P. The al-quran is left on my table untouched. I wanted to learn with Ija and she didnt mind pon. But its very hard as i dont want to bother her. She too need to study for final and of course is busy with assignments. Until today...i told myself that i had to start reading. Its now or never. And i remember last year i installed this digital quran from my previous roommate. And i thought it would be much better. Just read the quran while listening to the person recite it. Dari situ pon boleh betulkan ape yang kita silap. So now i have my own ustaz...weeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-5909042065915652546?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/5909042065915652546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-all-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5909042065915652546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/5909042065915652546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-all-over.html' title='Starting all over'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4242368254941083798</id><published>2009-03-04T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:10:46.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit Derailed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams."-Dr Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sa5u-GAyHgI/AAAAAAAAACc/k1CXLv2cTwc/s1600-h/marshmallow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sa5u-GAyHgI/AAAAAAAAACc/k1CXLv2cTwc/s320/marshmallow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309303023761235458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks I felt a slight change within myself. Only after several weeks I realized what it was. And it wasn’t healthy..for me, my love one or the 3rd P. I talked to ‘M’ about it. He said ‘bukan semua org ade soft spot for their ex ke?’. I wouldn’t know. He told me to make a wise decision. And I was like why do I need to make a wise decision when I already know what I want? So yea..now u know why I get irritated when ppl tell me to make a ‘decision’. And this morning when I woke up everything was back to normal. My feelings particularly. Bangun dari kesedaran.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just needed time to figure things out. To be alone. But I already know what I want and what’s best for me. I never have any doubts of who I want. When I first decided to go for it I have instill these thots in my mind that I want to make it last. No turning back. Don’t think that I never thot it over and over before I went for it. I think the only doubts I have is of his feeling towards me. I tend to assume that when ppl show less caring feelings, they are just not sincere enough. Yes saya sgt memerlukan kasih sayang…kurang kasih sayang will only divert my attention to other stuff. Don’t worry, I understand. Maybe he’s just not there yet. (menyedapkan hati ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don’t get me wrong….he’s a great person. Will not touch much on him tho because im saving it for May…IF things work out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lessons learnt: Do not hold back ur feelings. If u love the person..love the person to full extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4242368254941083798?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4242368254941083798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-derailed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4242368254941083798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4242368254941083798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-derailed.html' title='A bit Derailed'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/Sa5u-GAyHgI/AAAAAAAAACc/k1CXLv2cTwc/s72-c/marshmallow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-657332293763732961</id><published>2009-03-03T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:39:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U almost killed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SazCdtOezDI/AAAAAAAAACM/Lbp_NIOPBNQ/s1600-h/DSC03510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SazCdtOezDI/AAAAAAAAACM/Lbp_NIOPBNQ/s320/DSC03510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308831876375301170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washing machine broke down. I lost rm2.10. Yep...susah tau nak cari coins. Had to wash my laundry using the old way...HANDS. Yep2....a bucket full of 1week laundry. Plus my two towels. OMG..was sweating like a pig. Had to take a shower for the 2nd time. Technology kills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-657332293763732961?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/657332293763732961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-almost-killed-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/657332293763732961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/657332293763732961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/03/u-almost-killed-me.html' title='U almost killed me'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SazCdtOezDI/AAAAAAAAACM/Lbp_NIOPBNQ/s72-c/DSC03510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2786342914503970861</id><published>2009-02-24T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:35:57.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>went through faiz's blog. Found this interesting link http://quizbox.com/ on personality test. sorry faiz..copycat jap :P Some are true..some are not. U tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2786342914503970861?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2786342914503970861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/personality-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2786342914503970861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2786342914503970861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-2326926111328859241</id><published>2009-02-24T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:27:56.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To Brad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM4IRiZkMI/AAAAAAAAABM/39vYsN7j5qo/s1600-h/telling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM4IRiZkMI/AAAAAAAAABM/39vYsN7j5qo/s320/telling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306146500770369730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9 or so…Bradley Barron Renfro was the guy ive been crazzzzzyyyyy about.  Whenever Ira and I went to the Tower Records in Shibuya I would always buy those American magazines so that I could get his posters.  Ira and I would sleep on the bunk bed and I would always be on the top. So I pasted his posters on the ceiling so that every time I wake up I would see his adorable adorable face. Nyummyyyyy. How ever as he grew older he got..well a bit unattractive. And early last year I heard the news of his demise (drug overdose..typical typical).&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM6gR5NlXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPU01qGdlSU/s1600-h/sleepers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM6gR5NlXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPU01qGdlSU/s320/sleepers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306149112206169458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Brad (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM7u4Tdb1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AgU_mNmrgl4/s1600-h/client.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM7u4Tdb1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AgU_mNmrgl4/s320/client.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306150462546603858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; The cutest! (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM8CAqAOUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3jFXkaOdaKI/s1600-h/tom_and_huck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM8CAqAOUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3jFXkaOdaKI/s320/tom_and_huck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306150791206156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-2326926111328859241?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/2326926111328859241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-brad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2326926111328859241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/2326926111328859241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-brad.html' title='A Tribute To Brad'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SaM4IRiZkMI/AAAAAAAAABM/39vYsN7j5qo/s72-c/telling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-6333779145313379509</id><published>2009-02-21T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:04:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>Im taking a break from writing a new entry on my family...u just wait Ira ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving UUM in about 2months. And only be graduating march next year. During high school, i never knew what i wanted to do in life. I just go with the flow. Even when i was to choose which course i wanted for my bach degree, i had no idea of what suits me best. And finally i chose Int'l Affairs management. And i NEVER had any idea that it was intertwine with politics. The first class i attended the lecturer asked why we chose Intaff. Many said that it was their last choice (it was my first choice)..and many also said that they want to be a successful politicians.(ppphhhtttt).And i was like "why is everyone talking about POLITICS????" ....deng deng denggg...im screwed!!. The 2nd last thing that i wanted to do was POLITICS. The last thing was Accounting. But its ok...if i never took this subject i wouldnt have made news as my priority in life. Living w/o reading the daily news is like ur missing one major thing in life. I cant stand people not having the initiative to actually watch or read the news. sangat la kasihen deh lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Anyway...with me graduating soon and with the eco recession we're facing i am bloody scared that i wont be able to secure a job. No i will not be picky. Anything that comes my way ill just grab it. I have always wanted to be a diplomat. To be a diplomat u must be a PTD first. To be a PTD is not that easy. They'll only pick the best among the best. And i dont think im that competitive enough. I am not that confident. euurrrghhh. God plssss help meeeeeeeeeeeeeee. So..if i dont get a job either in the gov or private sector, i think ill just further my study. Really want to take up Strategic study. My aim....to satisfy myself and to make mama and papa happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-6333779145313379509?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/6333779145313379509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6333779145313379509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/6333779145313379509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4740766665282150259</id><published>2009-02-10T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:25:08.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuzi+Roti Jala plssssssss</title><content type='html'>If I were to compare my schedule during my year in matriculation and my schedule now, definitely the schedule during matrix was wayyyyyy hectic. Classes from 8am till 4pm. Just one hour recess from 1-2pm. 5days a week. But somehow, I get tired easily here in UUM. I think its because of the humid weather and the walking. I remembered how my dad forced me into matriculation. It was awful. I promised guy A that no matter what I won’t enroll for matrix. My plan was to go for UITM and to take banking. So when I had to abide by my dad’s decision, he was quite devastated and pissed.  He was away for 3months to serve for the national service. By the time he comes home I wont be around so yea, that’s prolly the reason why. The first few months were hell. Being apart from family, being independent was hard. Yes I cried. I was homesick sampai demam. I remembered Guy A’s mom called me. Always giving me advices and support. And yes of course the person I can’t live without, MAMA would always give advices. She knew I was struggling. But even after several months I would still cry once in a while. Oh god…..it was just too hard for me. I told myself how am I ever gonna do 2 things at the same time? Study and at the same time manage myself (laundry). YES! Laundry je kot….LOL but during that period it felt really hard. It put pressure on me as I did not like the environment. Everything needs to be done in a fast pace.  If ur lagging behind then ur at loss. Concentration is really vital. And I hate it as Guy A would always push me to go to KL during weekends. There will always be fights. I hate it how he doesn’t understand my situation. That’s the differences between org yang berpelajaran dgn org yang tidak. When he got into college only then he understood. And during that moment I was the one who would pressure him. PADAN MUKA. Most of the kids are top scorers in high school. The lecturers would usually ask how many A’s we scored during SPM. I felt like I was the most stupid person among them. But at the end of the semester I realized that even students who scored 1A managed to score 4.00 and there are several students who scored 9As but got below than 2.50. Kena dismissed pon ade jugak. So yea…SPM doesn’t guarantee anything pon . Just admission to pre-uni. The only fun part of matrix is that u get rm1k per semester. So rm2k it is!  for freeeeeeeee~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one guy made a remark about my tummy. Dia kata buncit. DAnnggggg. So I told myself I have to start jogging. Was supposed to jog with Faiz today. But we decided to go for cycling instead because ifa wanted to tag along but she didn’t have any sneakers. Told her to borrow from the girls but she’s like size 8/9 so it was hard. Huhuhu…OMG..pain pain painnnnnnn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kelantan. Haven’t been there for nearly 2years. I miss the food..the people..the shisha.. Tiba2 rindu gila kuzi+roti jala. I miss Guy A's mom's kuzi. Her cooking is the bomb. I cant seem to find the kuzi recipe she gave me...bummer.  Next journey--- KUBANG KERIAN, KOTA BHARU, KELATE.(Sedo's). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4740766665282150259?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4740766665282150259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/kuziroti-jala-plssssssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4740766665282150259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4740766665282150259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/kuziroti-jala-plssssssss.html' title='Kuzi+Roti Jala plssssssss'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830163102406539624.post-4491694601651114465</id><published>2009-02-04T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:19:37.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Characteristics of my DREAM Hubby</title><content type='html'>So here are some of the characteristics of my dream hubby. And when i say 'dream', you dont expect the guy to be real right...dream doang koqqqqq~!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Must have a face like Gunawan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thats rite...i'd go for Asians. Not the badminton player Gunawan! The Hikmah Gunawan.&lt;br /&gt;Very Sophisticated looking man with glasses. Ganteng~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Must never consume rice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont eat rice, i despise rice, so yea, a guy who loves rice is the last person that  i would want to marry to:P. Call me crazy but thats just me. Cant live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Football hater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u think once guys are into football they get very obsessed? ahhh..wouldnt it be nice seeing ur hubby not watching football and just spend the whole day with you? Yes i know that is very unlikely! As i said..this is only a dream hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bear huggable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to have six pacts. You just gotta be huggable coz ill be needing that hugs every single minute. So a body like Bam Samsons would be nice...agagagag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sempoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a guy who doesnt pretend in what ever he does. A guy who acts naturally.&lt;br /&gt;A guy who is actually being himself. A guy who can fart-burp fart-burp all he wants in front of me without going to the bathroom to do so. Make it more interesting if he is willing to burp-compete me. eheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hooka Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy doesnt have to smoke shisha to be my hooka partner. He just needs to accompany me when ever i date Mr. Hooka. I will love u till the end :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830163102406539624-4491694601651114465?l=irna66.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/feeds/4491694601651114465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/characteristics-of-my-dream-hubby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4491694601651114465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830163102406539624/posts/default/4491694601651114465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irna66.blogspot.com/2009/02/characteristics-of-my-dream-hubby.html' title='Characteristics of my DREAM Hubby'/><author><name>irna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06678150323153510298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HL6KpBvopQ/SZB9l5tXagI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5H_IhFzey_Y/S220/DSC_2708.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
