<?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-34054850</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:59:20.565+12:00</updated><category term='effin&apos;ness'/><category term='e'/><title type='text'>Eat today, for tomorrow we will diet!</title><subtitle type='html'>The highs and lows of neng_fused</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-5518133566514417965</id><published>2008-10-16T10:21:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:33:53.467+13:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPI</title><content type='html'>SEPI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music &amp; Lyrics by Melly Goeslow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy an extremely powerful song by Yuni Shara below. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQOWWz595Rg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQOWWz595Rg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-5518133566514417965?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/5518133566514417965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=5518133566514417965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/5518133566514417965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/5518133566514417965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/10/sepi.html' title='SEPI'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-8400288409034453084</id><published>2008-08-19T11:02:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:23:22.252+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsolved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/SKoD4W8PPbI/AAAAAAAAACE/prqRstqntRc/s1600-h/Rubik%27s_Cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/SKoD4W8PPbI/AAAAAAAAACE/prqRstqntRc/s400/Rubik%27s_Cube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236001783537417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Person A and person B have come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, they were friendly though every caution was taken as not to appear too eager. But most of the times, they were trying to ignore each other’s existence. They made sure they didn’t cross each other’s paths; words were not exchanged between them unless they had to; because any decent conversion would always end up with one of them, if not both, getting hurt. If they were forced to be in a group, one would look one way, the other would turn to the other way. They never see eye to eye, figuratively and literally. So visible was this that people were talking, drawing up conclusions and making fun, which obviously did not help them both. So the gap between them became wider, and neither bothered. Distance was good. It was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A and person B have grown up. Time instilled in them maturity. Years and years of not seeing each other’s face had done them good. For some weird reasons, they communicated in cyberspace, in a normal friendly manner. Birthday wishes were often exchanged without failure every year. Yes, it was just the internet but they communicated nonetheless. This was seldom, yet it showed, if not signaled, that the two have let bygones be bygones. They are ten years older now after all. Heck at one point, they even hang out together! With a group of friends, of course! True, awkwardness was existent despite their best effort to be casual. But, any improvements were appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person B does not want to hang out with person A. Person B has nothing against person A. Mind you, it is not hatred but he just ….can’t. He can’t even put his finger on why this is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A has nothing against person B either. But, person A does not understand why Person B does not want to see her. Person A does not know what the problem is. How can there be issues when they rarely communicate? They were normal as far as giving testimonials in Friendster was concerned even though that was as often as Siti Nurhaliza singing off-key. Still, that’s a sign of friendship right? Right? If person B can be nice to her in cyberspace, and has nothing against her, then why the cold, harsh treatment? She thinks, shouldn’t they be over this? Is the past still haunting person B? Had she done something offensive to person B (AGAIN)?? She does not think so. She tries to evaluate and make things easier to comprehend. Often she fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But friendship does not work one way. That person A is certain about. If this friendship (or what is left of it) is to deteriorate completely, then so be it. She can’t help it if person B can’t stand the sight of her, for whatever reasons only God knows. She isn’t willing to try to comprehend in order to fix the problem anymore. The exhaustion of having to understand the complexity or mystery of this “friendship” had caught up with person A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is letting it go. Some things are better left as they are. Unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-8400288409034453084?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/8400288409034453084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=8400288409034453084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/8400288409034453084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/8400288409034453084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/08/unsolved.html' title='Unsolved'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/SKoD4W8PPbI/AAAAAAAAACE/prqRstqntRc/s72-c/Rubik%27s_Cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-3776013516827809807</id><published>2008-08-03T04:19:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:33:42.385+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler post, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for a full blast of random *beep*!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years and years of thinking that Im over MTV, I find myself staying up and watching the 2008 MTV Asia Awards, held in my beloved Malaysia. Leona Lewis is crooning her 'bleeding love'. Too bad i missed PCD's performance earlier on. Damn, seeing their toned up bods wouldve forced me to jump on the treadmill. Have been trying my best to ignore the existence of my treadmill. It's strategically positioned in the tv room, right in front of my bedroom. So yeah, one can say that ive made a good job of ignoring it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 160cm tall and i weigh 49-50kg. My family thinks im dead skinny. and thanx to the many illnesses ive had had this past 5 months, my so-called skinny-ness is termed terminally dangerous! haha! But seriously. I dont think I am. The muffin top is still there, and so is the booty.  So I wasnt really comprehending  when the Doctor told me to  pile on some mo weight! "But doctor! baju raya kamek suma dah lekak!" (bj raye saye sume dah siap) Owh noo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...Super Junior is performing now...Gosh, i think i see my ex Choi Siwon..hurm, still cute. Kui3! Lately, I found myself going gaga over Channel V's Vj Dom. Gosh! He's gorgeous! And that voice...mind you, I watch Popparazi solely because of him! Heh! Bocor rahsia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My owh my! Work is stressful, wif a capital S. So much so that i am kondifen (confident) that I can lose weight by simply thinking abt it.NOT JOKIN'. And often to overcome this, I crack  jokes and tease my colleagues or play pranks on whoever crosses my path in the office. (sorry Kak Cher!)  And guess what? I ended up coming across as inefficient,  lazy, not serious and downright clueless to some people (as in the big guys up there). I beg your pardon? Excuse me for trying to add some colour to this sombre and dull world of engineering consultancy. Really, to have a chiller or not is not exactly a matter of life or death. Geez... And i quote The Joker, "Why sooo serious?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the second X-files movie the other day. My advice? Go watch reruns of CSI for it probably will give you more satisfaction. The only memorable thing abt it, in my opinion, was Dana Scully beautiful red locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. If you were trying to find some useful info or intellectual post, then i apologize . This aint the place, for now. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-3776013516827809807?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/3776013516827809807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=3776013516827809807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3776013516827809807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3776013516827809807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/08/filler-post-anyone.html' title='Filler post, anyone?'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-3412473821737474385</id><published>2008-07-09T00:21:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:47:37.327+12:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S ALWAYS A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AKU BOHSAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maka dengan ini, saye meluangkan mase utk menjwb soklan2 berikut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S ALWAYS A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st time naik kapal terbang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- Probably when i was four. My parents, lil sis n i were on a trip to Singapore. I rmmber nothing abt the flight but what i still can recall was the trip to the Zoo. Hurm, perhaps that was my first time too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st time beranak??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- Ait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st time pegi oversea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- Define oversea pliss. cos from where i come from, semenanjung M'sia juge boleyh dikire oversea. If dats the case, then see question 1 above. Otherwise, my first time pg oversea wud be perth, when i was 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st time duduk jauh dpd family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- When i accepted UTM's offer, dat was in Johor. Pergh, chuak giler babeng! Dahla sorg2 kt negeri org, tak gheti nak ckp semenanjung plak tuh! Terkial2 aku beb! Then after a week, i flew to Shah Alam, n stayed there for 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st time keje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Tanggal 1 Februari 2008, bermulelah zaman kerje saye. Not fun i tell yaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st time raser diri ini Gemok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Hurm, it's hard to put my finger on it, cos ive been feeling dat way since i...since ive learnt the alphabets! (pendek kate dr kechik lagi laa dah rase gemok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st time berchenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- CINTA FOR REAL? Then I'd say now, since 11th July 2008. Hopefully for many, many years to come. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st time raser diri chantek??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Cant remember laa....but wudnt it be great i can feel pretty all the time? Hurm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1st time masuk cinema..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;- My dad probably had brought us to see other movies previously, but what pops to mind is the time when he brought us along to see...SPEED. Keanu Reeves tot me 'how to fall in love'.......haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st time admitted in hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Insya Allah, djauhkan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! abis! Yeay! BYe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-3412473821737474385?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/3412473821737474385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=3412473821737474385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3412473821737474385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3412473821737474385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-always-first-time-for-everything.html' title='THERE&apos;S ALWAYS A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING..'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-6438613444321827321</id><published>2008-07-02T21:56:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:03:10.574+12:00</updated><title type='text'>EKSEN-NESS</title><content type='html'>Salam and greetings all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted. Exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sux. Particularly becos i am not sure of what I am doing. And i hate making decisions! I know i lack the confidence and knowledge (after all, from experience comes confidence), and dats exactly why making decisions is tough. Especially when ur decision is always subject to criticisms and questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really find 'poyo' or 'eksen' people very annoying. Those who talk like they know it all, like they are always right. Boy, have i come across those people! Gosh, tolonglah. Tau la korg hebat kan, but we can do without all those 'poyoness'. Really, we can get things done without u giving us the "im better than u, so listen to what i say" look. Simply put = IBOH EKSEN GILAK BAH! Just becos im a junior doesnt mean Im wrong ALL the time.  If i cant think, then i wudnt be working, wud i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confusion is further pumped up by the constant contrast of opinion of my immediate boss(es). One say this, one say that. Who's in the middle? ME. Do i get the answer that i want? NO. What do i get instead? MORE CONFUSION, THANK U VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, somebody asked me a question. Then i answered. Then he said, "no dats not right, it's supposed to be like this." Right in front of the client and supplier. I was soooo mad, i cud feel my face heating up! I mean, if u noe the answer already, and when I've admitted humbly before that im no expert, THEN WHY THE HELL DID U STILL HAVE TO ASK ME??????????? AND THEN CHALLENGE ME BY POINTING OUT THAT IM WRONG! Again, this is one of those incidents I had wif "eksen' people. I guess he really was more terrer than me, but like i said, the world CAN DO without the 'eksen-ness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, working IS hard. But the work itself is not. It's the human aspects of it. The people u work with, their personality, their tantrums,  their abilities (or lack of it) and most importantly how u deal with them. That's where the real challenge lies.  Logically, how can an air-cond duct  possibly make u mad? How can sizing a pump make u cry? So for all those hard times, there is always a human-related cause. Kena marah client ker, kena critisize colleague ker, or kene sindir contractors ke... But then, sometimes, people are mean to u for no reason at all. BODOH kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess, Ive got quite a temper. Lately, my patience had been put to tremendous tests. But because Im inexperienced and scared, I keep my mouth shut altho in my head i keep shouting "U GUYS CAN GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!". I take in all those criticisms not without a pinch of salt, eventho Im actually right. I keep telling myself, "Relax. This is their time. I'll have my time soon". Well, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hope. That when Im knowledgeable, experienced and confident, I wont let it get to my head. I dont wish to be one of those 'poyo' people. If I were destined to be 'great' then lemme earn it in the most respectable way. And I wish ill continue to be humble and respectful of others, no matter how stupid their aircond ducting design is. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-6438613444321827321?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/6438613444321827321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=6438613444321827321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6438613444321827321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6438613444321827321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/07/eksen-ness.html' title='EKSEN-NESS'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-2517337912777265221</id><published>2008-06-03T16:03:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:02:20.609+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari ini cuti =)</title><content type='html'>Finally! 4 straight days of hols! wowweee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best buddy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuty&lt;/span&gt; just got married last Sun. N i was her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bridesmaid&lt;/span&gt;. Bridesmaid la sgt kan. Cos i didnt exactly know the role of a bridesmaid is. So what i did was walk a good 2metres away from the pengantin, then make sure she doesnt step on her wedding dress, and when on the pelamin, i was standing besides her n smiling like a fool while figuring out whether i should be giving out the bunge telur as well. Adeyh... Sounds like a LOT of work to do, really, especially on the pelamin. N aku sempat juga merase menyampah kat sorg makcik ni yg suke interframe pengantin...Naik pentas ntah berape kali..."Senyum sket...kaki rapat sket...etc" Elo makcik, u shud have told them BEFORE dorg bersanding...n NOT when they're bersanding....N u really dont have to naik pentas, u noe.... (eyes rolling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Tuty n her hubby were very good-looking pair of pengantin, so no one paid attention to me fidgeting on the pelamin nor took notice of the busybudy makcik (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways TUTY, Congrats to u n Mokhdas!!!! Despite all the kelam-kabutness at Japot's, u were still gorgeous dearie! Guess all those mandi bunge, minum jamu2, berkasir n facials were worth it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, tahun ni ramai gak member sebaye yg nak kawen. pergh! Cant believe we're at THAT age already! I notice, when i hang out wif my buddies (which is a RARE occasion), one main topic we cant avoid talking is "sapa dah nikah? Sapa nak kawen? Ko nak kawen bile? etc" ie marriage talk. Everyone seems to be getting hitched, or at least engaged this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Mind you, I dont intend to go down that path anytime soon, cos franky, i can barely pay my phone bills and car loan. But it IS interesting to see people u've known since sekolah rendah/menengah/uni go through that NEXt stage of life. For a moment u'd be reminiscing about the time both u n ur buddy were chubby and therefore thought boys will never want you, or when both of u kene rotan dgn ustaz, or of the time when u had your BIG row, or when u were consoling her when she broke up with yet another loser. Hah! Now everyone seems to have their happy ending, which I can only hope to last forever.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2pun, esok kene gi kerja. I dont know what ive been doing this past 4 months of working, but what i Do know is it's tiring, stressfull and  u get to meet many people, whom most of time u'd rather not wanna meet.  So far, ive had meetings with OLD professionals which is a scary and daunting experience. Cos they are OLD, they are therefore EXPERIENCED ppl. N so i have to watch what i say for fear of looking like a fool. Susah okay.... Becos ure young n clueless, they sometimes see right through u, and they step on u. Siout! Whenever i go to meeting alone, they'd be like..."...pls check with ur boss...confirm wif ur boss" Buduh! if u want confirmed answers, then u talk to my boss yourself! I cant help being inexperienced! I cant help not knowing ALL the answers to ur questions!  Geez..........Sy baru kerja 4 bulan, bukan 4 tahun! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;architects&lt;/span&gt; are the weirdest bunch of people. They are soo weird, even the word weird cant even begin to describe them! (make sense? No? well...architects r like that, They dont make sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I shall not bitch abt architects cos if i do, they wont stop haunting me with their frequent demand and need of urgent answers. " Can u confirm with me ASAP?" As it is, i owe one architect 5 sets of contract drwgs. Im getting myself in deep trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways, i gtg. Turned out this entry is a long one. But good to update my blog once in a while. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-2517337912777265221?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/2517337912777265221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=2517337912777265221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2517337912777265221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2517337912777265221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/06/hari-ini-cuti.html' title='Hari ini cuti =)'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-1397577632552760564</id><published>2008-05-29T22:47:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:24:05.210+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag jgn tak tag, tag jgn tak tag....</title><content type='html'>Miss Aza nun jauh di NZ sana...this UPDATE is for ya..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"8 New Habits Ive Developed for the Past year or so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Minum Coffee/Nescafe with FRESH MILK&lt;br /&gt;- coffee n fresh milk combo gvs me the much needed dose of energy vital for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have Oat as part of my breakfast&lt;br /&gt;- It keeps me full till lunch break. =) (so no snacking in between, u see...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Arrive 15 mins late for work&lt;br /&gt;- True no matter how early i wake up in the morning. But I heard the Director is getting punch card for the office. ..Oh-oh... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Getting tense up whenever the office phone rings&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing beats the wrath of the call from MR. Architect, i tell ya that.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Tarik rambut&lt;br /&gt;- yes, whenever im reading, watching tv, staring at the ceiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have dinner before 7pm&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, u want flat belly or not....????? hahaha! walhal takde beza pon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Handwash tudung every other weekend&lt;br /&gt;- No more 'Everyday is Tudung Hitam day' when u start working, for u gotta match it wif your baju. Otherwise, you colleague will talk....BUT I VOW TO CHANGE THE SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Bug my Deng everyday&lt;br /&gt;- It gives me happiness and pleasure. Thank u very much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...NOW, Im tagging my Deng, My sister and My Bro =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-1397577632552760564?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/1397577632552760564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=1397577632552760564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/1397577632552760564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/1397577632552760564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-jgn-tak-tag-tag-jgn-tak-tag.html' title='Tag jgn tak tag, tag jgn tak tag....'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-2137393998504284688</id><published>2008-01-25T12:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:07:28.601+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Between desire and responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/R5k1Kj1TKwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q5Bw2LhTBwM/s1600-h/30_rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/R5k1Kj1TKwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q5Bw2LhTBwM/s320/30_rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159213303663373058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam n greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today. Just in time for the Subuh prayer, much to my surprise.  A mug of white coffee and a small bowl of cereal has been part of my morning routine, so today is no different. I had breakfast while watching the rerun of last nite's Australian Open, the semi-final between R.Nadal and Jo-Wilfried Tsonga.  I had known the outcome: Nadal was beaten by the unseeded Tsonga, but i watched it anyway. I hope Tsonga beats Federer. Watching 'the Fed' uphold cup after cup (after cup) is becoming tiresome. A total pain. Doesnt he know that people are getting bored? Well, at least I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been watching ten episodes of 30 Rock all week long. Tina Fey is a genius, though sometimes her acting is a bit awkward. But then again, Liz Lemon is an 'awkward and socially retarded' woman. How they came up wif the unforgettable name dat is 'Liz Lemon' is beyond me! It has a nice twist to it, the name Liz Lemon.  Tina Fey once said that Alec Baldwin is a brilliant actor, and i concur. The way he utters something completely crazy while maintaining a cool, authoritative composure is an act worthy of a Golden Globe. I found one exchange between Lemon and Donoughey especially funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. DOnoughey: I like that you have started to think like a businessman, Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;L. Lemon: Erm, business-WOMAN...&lt;br /&gt;J. Dnonoughey:  Er, I dont think that's a word (dgn gaye yg sungguh poyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways, Ill start working next week. With a heavy heart. Being an eldest child, i guess responsibility comes first before any of my desires. I plan to start my career elsewhere. To see how i compare with others, to try to live and survive on my own. To challenge myself. To seek new friendships. To pay my own bills. To subscribe my own ASTRO. The word independent sums it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many people wanting to work at ur father's company... Why shud u want to work somewhere else?" Mom questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ill put ur name in the company's profile." Dad announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how am i to react to that? So i said nothing and left their bedroom. I had my answer of course, but obviously i didnt hv the heart to say it to them. Dem! Am i a chicken? A coward? I guess I am. BUt am I also ungrateful? Tak bersyukur? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said yes without saying. Almost without consent. Perunding MME, here i come! =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it here. Thinking about this makes me crave for a slice of Secret Recipe's cheesecake. Or ais kacang "white lady". Yesterday's ais kacang tasted like melted ice, with cendol and kacang. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-2137393998504284688?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/2137393998504284688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=2137393998504284688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2137393998504284688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2137393998504284688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2008/01/between-desire-and-responsibility.html' title='Between desire and responsibility'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/R5k1Kj1TKwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q5Bw2LhTBwM/s72-c/30_rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-4041948283592319810</id><published>2007-12-14T19:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:45:33.634+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Datin Sri owh Datin Sri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Important notes for Datin Sri Siti Nurhaliza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ure no longer a size S. (and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; isnt always a bad thing. &lt;em&gt;Big girls are beautiful-Mika&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) What works for Nasha Aziz does not necessarily work for you.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ure a Datin Sri; Elegance IS the keyword.&lt;br /&gt;4) Enhance your best features, NOT your flaws.&lt;br /&gt;5) Try distinctive, original and sophisticated sense of style; but NEVER try trashy. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;6) Bling,bling does not equal beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;7) Sack your stylist.&lt;br /&gt;8) Sack your stylist.&lt;br /&gt;9) Owh for goodness sake, SACK YOUR STYLIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours faithfully &amp;amp; most sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Neng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-4041948283592319810?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/4041948283592319810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=4041948283592319810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/4041948283592319810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/4041948283592319810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/12/datin-sri-owh-datin-sri.html' title='Datin Sri owh Datin Sri'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-9053810299123350128</id><published>2007-11-13T15:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:58:18.908+13:00</updated><title type='text'>So what now???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exams are over. Over for good? Insya Allah! (eyes shut tightly, fingers crossed, breathe in breathe out). Insya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new discovery. I AM an engineer, through n through. Why? Cos i found management paper bloody harder than any of the engineering papers ive ever come across. I cant believe it. Apparently, I can memorize all types of solar hot water systems there are, but i cudnt describe all the bloody company structures. Or what an ANSOFF matrix is. Or explain the two-factor theory. or...Owh, get over it, Neng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Ive tidied up my room today. Finally! After countless postponements. It's clean, tidy and as a result, looks spacious. Not spotlessly clean, but yeah..at least i can see the carpet now. Owh did i mention it's vacuumed? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RzkNHNzTd6I/AAAAAAAAABs/aJ-zTW3zlXo/s1600-h/umno_raya+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RzkNHNzTd6I/AAAAAAAAABs/aJ-zTW3zlXo/s320/umno_raya+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132147667980482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Study desk. NO MORE NOTES! Owh, there's even room for me to lie down on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RzkNH9zTd7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/kPGim8U4MmU/s1600-h/umno_raya+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RzkNH9zTd7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/kPGim8U4MmU/s320/umno_raya+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132147680865384370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This rarely happens: Made up bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In a week's time, ill be off to AUSTRALIA! Woohoo! A 9-day vacation wif my frens. Im really looking forward to it (Im even hyperventilating now...too excited!) cos i desperately NEED to get out of here, even for a while. After the havoc that was 3rd Pro, i think i deserve a break. Now my only hope is dat i wont overspend (AH-HA-HA...like there IS much to spend in the first place..duh!). And my family is coming soon!!! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Im dizzy from all those perfume sniffing. I realized that the prettier or attractive the perfume bottle is, the weirder (or bad) the scent. Seriously. Owh, FE-NING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies...I'll drop by again, soon. It's summer and ive nothing to do. So yeah, expect a lotta nonsensical &amp;amp; random entries from me in the future. =) Taa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-9053810299123350128?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/9053810299123350128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=9053810299123350128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/9053810299123350128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/9053810299123350128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-what-now.html' title='So what now???'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RzkNHNzTd6I/AAAAAAAAABs/aJ-zTW3zlXo/s72-c/umno_raya+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-7950983931526334163</id><published>2007-11-10T21:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:15:56.059+13:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Years of Independence &amp; Tan Hong Ming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Assalamualaikum all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The following is an article on Malaysia's 50 Years of Independence which Ive specifically written for Visi Glokal, a few months back. Maybe it's a tad too late for it, but who cares. We're still in 2007. =) Below that, Ive embedded a Merdeka advertisement. Spare a minute and a half or ur time, and WATCH IT. PLEASE.  It's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In conjunction with 50&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Independence Day of Malaysia, what does ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;’ mean to you? Do you believe that we have indeed achieved independence?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is independent; and has been so for a solid fifty years. So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I reckon better questions to ask are; “Will there be &lt;u&gt;another&lt;/u&gt; fifty blessed years of independence? Do we have a strong enough foundation to guarantee continuous growth, unity and security to our people for many years to come?” I’m afraid we don’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Here’s the reality:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Malays are no longer proud to be Malays. They still suffer from an identity crisis. Even after fifty years of opportunities, they are still lagging behind, without any clear sign of wanting to catch up. They want more benefits, but how much is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indians protest. They say that they are not treated with fairness and just. They have little chance in their own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese continuously play dominant role in the country's economy. But they are slowly packing up their bags for other places. They feel that all the wealth will be taken away from them soon. Owh, they keep asking, “Why do we always have to work harder than &lt;i style=""&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; in order to attain anything?” A justifiable question? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then there are other national issues as well. The educated Malaysians have eroding faith in the government, leaving the majority of "lesser" educated people confused. The country is constantly served with news of 'mat and minah repit' (most of whom are Malays teenagers, mind you...), rape, murder, drug abuse to name but a few. Corruption is like &lt;i style=""&gt;kicap&lt;/i&gt; stain on a white shirt; it is just &lt;u&gt;impossible&lt;/u&gt; to get rid of. Entertainment shows seem to corrupt the minds of the Malaysian youth. The list appears endless. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sure, every country has its own set of problems. What is being stressed here is that, the problems the nation is facing are so significant that they are putting our independence at stake. Not disregarding the weight of other national issues, but the fact that the main races are driven further apart is enough to harm our freedom. In some cases, racial dividedness IS the source of the problems. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What’s more disturbing is that Malaysians do not seem to care. We have become accustomed to living separately, minding our own business and hating one another. So ignorant and selfish are we that instead of devising a scheme to remedy the racial conflicts, most of us would just complain (political blogs seems to be popular spots to express frustrations), and/or do nothing more. It is as if we are contented (and happy) with living dividedly but at the same time dissatisfied with the consequences of being as such. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It is not enough to display our so-called togetherness on 31 August every year. For a multi-cultural nation like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, cultural diversity must first be embraced, theoretically and in practice. We must accept it as a way of life rather than a historical plague which we have to bear with. We need to put our differences aside (ambitious, I know) and start caring. Only then can we tackle other issues and hopefully hinder many other potential problems. Unity was THE key to our independence fifty years ago. Likewise, unity is THE key to our independence in the future. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 12pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is indeed independent. Fifty years, no less. But until Malaysians learn to add “awareness, acceptance, change and togetherness” to the definition of “Merdeka”, then another fifty years of independence will be much like a daydream. Sweet, yet short-living and out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neng&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:date style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" year="2007" day="4" month="10"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;  Oct 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rHRgCiS22o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rHRgCiS22o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 12pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rHRgCiS22o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8rHRgCiS22o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-7950983931526334163?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/7950983931526334163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=7950983931526334163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/7950983931526334163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/7950983931526334163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/11/50-years-independence-tan-hong-ming.html' title='50 Years of Independence &amp; Tan Hong Ming'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-8093813002957121735</id><published>2007-10-12T08:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:06:43.406+13:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA! (I've been tagged)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rw6CGWp29LI/AAAAAAAAABk/BXwUZxjizAk/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rw6CGWp29LI/AAAAAAAAABk/BXwUZxjizAk/s320/mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120172872038806706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey mama! Mama carrie Yum-yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things in my bag:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Purse&lt;br /&gt;*foundation, which i cant live without&lt;br /&gt;*lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;*receipts&lt;br /&gt;*crumpled notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things in my purse:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cards&lt;br /&gt;*more receipts&lt;br /&gt;*coins&lt;br /&gt;*Ringgit Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;*Engr cafe coffee ecard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favourite things in my favourite room:&lt;br /&gt;(I only have ONE room...so it has to be my fav room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*bantal busuk&lt;br /&gt;*katil (it's act Ilam's, but it's mine for the time being)&lt;br /&gt;*heater..for the cold2 nights (spring pon maseh sejuk agi...ape daaa)&lt;br /&gt;*the closet...?&lt;br /&gt;* .................. (fudge...this is a tough question!) Pass~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I would like to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;*get myself a job, help my parents pay bills&lt;br /&gt;*get myself a decent car&lt;br /&gt;*get my self a threadmill cos i hate going to gyms&lt;br /&gt;*Devise an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;effective long-term&lt;/span&gt; plan to maintain my current weight&lt;br /&gt;*be a better person in and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I'm currently  doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fasting (last day y'al...hehe kompiden jer)&lt;br /&gt;*assignments...SIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;*chatting wif doc-to-be Muni&lt;br /&gt;*trying tp maintain composure in a stressed environment&lt;br /&gt;*trying to get through 3rd pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY YOUR RAYA, NO MATTER WHERE U ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'd like to tag...whoever who wants to be tagged...be my guest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-8093813002957121735?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/8093813002957121735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=8093813002957121735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/8093813002957121735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/8093813002957121735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya-ive-been-tagged.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA! (I&apos;ve been tagged)'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rw6CGWp29LI/AAAAAAAAABk/BXwUZxjizAk/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-4461750042328118928</id><published>2007-09-21T10:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:00:10.909+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RvOV-mp29JI/AAAAAAAAABU/FqSw-G3yt4I/s1600-h/hairspray.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112594904756188306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RvOV-mp29JI/AAAAAAAAABU/FqSw-G3yt4I/s320/hairspray.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting Time: [ 10.31 am ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name : [ neng ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters : [ Anne, the fishlips]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brothers : [ Giant &amp;amp; Doraemon]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoe size : [ 38/6 ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height : [ 160cm. Wish i was taller tho... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are u wearing? : [ Jeans, hands-me-down cardy from Eina, stripey top, white tudung, ballet flat shoes (altho they dont flatter my legs, they're comfy...shud buy more)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Number : [ LIMA ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Drink: [ Any coffee-based drink ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Month : [ January, where hopes are fresh n new ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Breakfast : [ Rojak Kuchey...serious sik bulak]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have You EverBroken a bone : [ sik ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been in a police car :[ nope ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been on a boat :[ Penambang, ferry, boat...padah jak...suma dah nait! But I never overcome my seasickness! ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came close to dying : [ no.. alhamdullilah]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swam in the ocean : [yup (heh, waddle is more like it..I cant swim ya know...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fallen asleep in school : [definitely]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken someone's heart : [guess so...hey i had my heart broken too...KARMA, ppl!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried when someone died : [ YES ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell off your chair : [ What, literally? then yes.. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat by the phone? : [ yup, tunggu si Tuty tepon]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saved emails? : [ yes ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been cheated on : [ If i ever!!!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheated on the test : [pernah, rasanyalah...lupak]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is-Your room like? : [ A MESS! Clothes thrown everywhere. Too many papers which i hope to recycle]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats right beside you? : [books...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the last thing you ate? :[Toast with peanut butter and berry jam, and an orange]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever Had-Chicken pox : [ yes ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sore throat : [ yes ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stitches : [ sik ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken nose : [ sik ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do You-Like picnics? : [ yes!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like School? : [ depends ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : [ with RAM..RAM ROCKS!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who makes you smile? : [ Many ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you last yell at : [ Hamba Allah sorg nih... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like yourself : [ i have to, there isnt a choice]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Questions--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you listening to rightnow? : [ Welcome to the 60's, of the HAIRSPRAY soundtrack..who'd thought 60's songs rawk? Go watch HAIRSPRAY everyone!!!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hated someone in your family?:[ Nope. Hate them or love them. There must be a reason why God let u be stuck wif them, dont cha think? Hahha!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What car do you wish to have? [ A red Volkswagon. Vintage, bro! V.I.N.T.A.G.E. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good singer : [ Definitely not AF grads, i can tell u THAT!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diamond or pearl? : [ diamond ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indoors or outdoors : [ indoors, with a lil bit of outdoor ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today did you---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Talk to someone you like? : [ yes. ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Who? : [ frens... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Get sick? : [ thankfully, no]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sing: [ yes to HAIRSPRAY!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Talked to an ex : [ i dont do this kinda thing ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Miss someone : [ my family, in general]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Last person who---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Was in your bed beside you: [ no one ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Talked to on the phone? : [ Alep ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Made you cry? : [ Hamba Allah sorg nih... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Went to the movies with: [ Alep...Die Hard 4 was such a pain to watch..too long! ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. You went to the mall with:[ alone... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Do you like someone at the moment:[ yup!! ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Favorite perfume : [ currently, KENZO Flower; fresh and flowery..long-lasting too..Owh Davidoff for evening occasions]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Best feeling in the world :[ the feeling when i wake up the day after graduate with A Mechy Engr Degree with hons ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Future kids names : [ Used to be Adam, but then there was Adam AF5, which is a big trun-off. Norjuma is okay too, dgn harapn die akan jadi secantik Juma pengacara Nona tuh...hahahahah]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal:[ yeck! Ick! Euw! Bantal busuk sudeyh... ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time Finished: [ 11.37... am]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-4461750042328118928?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/4461750042328118928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=4461750042328118928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/4461750042328118928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/4461750042328118928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/09/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RvOV-mp29JI/AAAAAAAAABU/FqSw-G3yt4I/s72-c/hairspray.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-7040546622447092086</id><published>2007-09-03T16:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:18:40.863+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effin&apos;ness'/><title type='text'>IF not this, then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RtuZBSU_8oI/AAAAAAAAABM/PomdDXYE5Mk/s1600-h/boba_tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RtuZBSU_8oI/AAAAAAAAABM/PomdDXYE5Mk/s320/boba_tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105842849933423234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't this, then it would be same only in other forms.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't now, then it could be tomorrow or yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't her, other beings could prosecute the cowardice act. Female male young old stupid wise. A chaos theory.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't me, then I wouldn't have been writing this. Another person would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't my patience, I'd leave my marks on another breathing life.&lt;br /&gt;The sensation of it, both of satisfaction and remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't my better self, I'd be spreading words. I'd be building an army.&lt;br /&gt;Only, I am not that stupid. Or rather, not AS stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't my rationality, self-assessment would not be an option.&lt;br /&gt;Let alone admitting guilt. Lessons would be left out in the cold, refused to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was my weaker half, I'd be holding grudge. As if my entire life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;As tight as a mother's grasp on her newborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't ME, I couldn't have dealt. I wouldn't have proceeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my good effin' self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Bubble-tea anyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-7040546622447092086?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/7040546622447092086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=7040546622447092086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/7040546622447092086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/7040546622447092086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-not-this-then.html' title='IF not this, then...'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RtuZBSU_8oI/AAAAAAAAABM/PomdDXYE5Mk/s72-c/boba_tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-2102934177065841272</id><published>2007-08-14T18:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:12:35.891+12:00</updated><title type='text'>UMNO = JAMES BOND???!!!???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RsF9xpRqPyI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlUhqGImaV4/s1600-h/cibais.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098494545007099682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RsF9xpRqPyI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlUhqGImaV4/s320/cibais.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelab UMNO luar negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sheer existance and purpose &lt;strong&gt;utterly baffles&lt;/strong&gt; me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now even more so when there is a particular UMNO Club (we'll call it umno club X) set to host a JAMES BOND-ish cruise party. Complete with prizes for best Bond-guy and Bond-girl. Owh, there's one for best villain too. What's more, guests are encouraged to wear their glamarous evening gowns n suites, gurls are expected to adorn themselves with jewellery. Basically the kind of attires that match the ones you see Pierce Brosnan, Dennis Richards, Eva Green, or Helle Berry wear in the movies. Wow, that'd be fun wouldnt it? Imagine how glamorous everyone will look, the amazing time they'll have on the cruise having exquisite dinner. Thanks to none other than UNMO Club X. Heck, UNMO Club X will be the talk of town for hosting such a memorable and glamorous affair! It's gonna be MAJOR (bak kate Posh Beckham)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now can somebody (preferably someone within the UMNO (any club) community) PLEASE explain to me, again, the purpose of UMNO Club Luar Negara. Seriously. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMNO Club Luar Negara is an extension of UMNO Malaysia. A political party whose objectives are to better, protect, support, educate, unite and strengthen the Malays. Bangsa Melayu. Yang bermaruah. Malah sangat bangga dengan identiti and maruah mereka (sepatutnya lah). Itulah misi UMNO Malaysia. Dan sebagai "anak didik", begitu juga lah tujuan kelab umno luar negara. Tak kira kelab X atau Y atau Z, sekali pun. Selagi nama UMNO lekat pada kelab mereka, selagi itu motif UMNO seharusnya direalisasikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how can that be when ure having a Bond-ish club on a cruise? In the name of "getting to know ur frens and having a jolly good time"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's frustrating when ppl see UMNO as another social club, and it's even more heartbreaking when the committee itself drives the club as such. I may not be a committee, heck im not even a member. But i AM a Malay, and regardless of how pointless i think Oversea UMNO CLubs are, i still think they're more than just 'another have-fun club'. UMNO masih Kelab Melayu. Dan apakah definisi kelab pelajar melayu yg bertujuan utk melahirkan individu melayu contoh jika ahli2 kelab diajak bersuka-ria di atas kapal berpakaian seperti hero mat salleh. To make matters worse, james bond is just a &lt;strong&gt;ficitonal character&lt;/strong&gt;! And i think, somewhere in Malaysia, DR Mahathir is still alive and breathing... Hurm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me narrow-minded, but i really do think umno club serves more, beneficial purpose than this and therefore should hold more appropiate activities. Im not having problem wif the idea of dressing up as bond girl and the shizz, in fact i think it is a brilliant idea. I do think everyone'll hv fun. But what bothers me is the fact that UMNO is hosting it. Having said that, Im not suggesting that UMNO club should have kursus kepimpinan, or pertandingan debat etc either. I am not THAT boring a person...COME ON! And dont get even get me started wif the financial support part...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am suggesting here is that the committee members themselves, should view the club differently. They should be aware that it aint no other social club. If it is, then why is UMNO club getting a generous amount of &lt;em&gt;"support" &lt;/em&gt;from UMNO Malaysia including the politicians? Why are the overseas UMNO club presidents be invited to the annual UMNO gathering if UMNO clubs are merely a social thing? Why, u think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's not just another ordinary club (at least, that's what Id like to think). The members potray the club. So do the activities. U dont see Islamic associations having grand balls, do you? What are we saying to people, that Malays admire James Bond soo much that it's become a part of our culture? Are we implying that Malays are soo modern nowadays that we can play dress ups too? And that it's okay for Malay gurls to wear high-slit skirts and bareback dresses? &lt;em&gt;Neng, can you live and let loose...Kalau tak bwt aktiviti mcm ni, kang tak bess ar...I heard a voice say. &lt;/em&gt;Fun can be instilled in just about anything! Fun does not require you to be BOND and pretend that u can save the world from lunatic bombers. U can have a simple talent nite and serve everyone the so-called fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont give a dem about gurls wearing sexy gowns, be it malays or not. Itu sendiri punya pasal. However, I object when UMNO is being the PLATFORM for all these. By hosting such an event, UMNO is encouraging ppl to think that the western ways are THE way to guarantee good occasions. It's as if us Malays, hence the Club itself has no pride in its own identity. Are we too lacking in self-pride and identity that we decided to adopt the Hollywood theme for our party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am being emotional. True. However, I am for one believe that UMNO is a part (big or small, I am uncertain) of Malay identity, and whatever decision/activities it performs, will reflect and impact on its ppl. UMNO Kelab Luar Negara should be taken seriously. And with more depth and respect. If u think it is befitting for an UMNO club to hold a hollywood-oriented affair, then please, strip the name UMNO off your club. The Malays may have been progressing; upwards, downwards, im not sure. But if we are indeed heading south, then UMNO clubs must play a role to bring us back to the right track. And &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;dont reckon Agent 007 can help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-2102934177065841272?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/2102934177065841272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=2102934177065841272' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2102934177065841272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2102934177065841272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/08/umno-james-bond.html' title='UMNO = JAMES BOND???!!!???'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RsF9xpRqPyI/AAAAAAAAABE/qlUhqGImaV4/s72-c/cibais.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-2731530181184089568</id><published>2007-08-08T11:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:46:27.114+12:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS - current flavour of my body and soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rrj-p5RqPxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/688YiGhaRGc/s1600-h/stress_mug.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096102974072700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rrj-p5RqPxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/688YiGhaRGc/s320/stress_mug.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRESS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exactly how I'm feeling right now. HVAC was disastrous. DISASTROUS. BIG TIME. I knew my answers were wrong, but heck. what CAN u do in a 50-minute-long-u-need-to-think-and-answer-wisely-20%-worth test? Nothing, Nothing i tell you. Except to just write whatever comes to mind. When u know for sure that uve got some peculiar numbers looking back at you, u'll be in a dilemma. DO i continue to figure out what's wrong or do it just go ahead wif my crappy answers. and TIME is certainly not on your side. So, I chose the latter option and proceeded offering ridiculously wrong answers to my Lecturer. ( I am THIS close to badly rant abt this particular lecturer for his penchant in giving challenging test questions, but one quote cut me short - NANTI TAK BERKAT) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am stopping not becos i want to. But because Ive gotta start wif my 25% worth product management assignment. 25%, that's a quarter of my final grade. But at least i have AMPLE time to think. At least i can discuss with other ppl. At least i have a chance at getting some answers CORRECT. AT least there's no Pressure. (erk, didnt i say i wanna stop?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SIGH. And another deep, depressed SIGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-2731530181184089568?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/2731530181184089568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=2731530181184089568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2731530181184089568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2731530181184089568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/08/stress-current-flavour-of-my-body-and.html' title='STRESS - current flavour of my body and soul'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rrj-p5RqPxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/688YiGhaRGc/s72-c/stress_mug.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-75510386219448101</id><published>2007-08-04T09:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:09:50.120+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Khas buat saudari Wawa-kins =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RrOdvZRqPwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N1mYn2sfojw/s1600-h/muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094589041050533634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RrOdvZRqPwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N1mYn2sfojw/s320/muffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Gambar adalah hiasan semata-mata* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Banana Choc Muffin Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 tbs baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 tbs coca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 1/4 cup mashed banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2/3 cup milk (for you wawa, then it must be LOW-FAT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/3 cup oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 egg, beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 ounces semi-sweet choc chips (letak byk2 pon boleyh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/2 chopped walnuts (optional, dont worry nuts dont cause breakouts...Confirmed by bakal DR Aza...Bullocks she said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Methods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) B.powder + flour + sugar + cocoa = beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Milk + oil + egg + banana = beat untill moistened (seperate from batch 1 above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Mix 1 &amp;amp; 2. Then add choc chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Bake at 160C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voila! u got urself a perfect companion for those lonely nights at home....=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good luck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-75510386219448101?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/75510386219448101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=75510386219448101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/75510386219448101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/75510386219448101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/08/khas-buat-saudari-wawa-kins-d.html' title='Khas buat saudari Wawa-kins =D'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RrOdvZRqPwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N1mYn2sfojw/s72-c/muffins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-511257881007855228</id><published>2007-07-15T12:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:15:23.218+12:00</updated><title type='text'>CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RplxWqX3OXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-sHbJPQnTk/s1600-h/cinta-the-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087221888237123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RplxWqX3OXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-sHbJPQnTk/s320/cinta-the-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's a bit too late for me to mention the above box-office Malay movie. But i feel this compelling desire to talk about it. Im not here to provide a review of it for everyone acknowledges its quality n success. Im here to provide a different point of view, from a different angle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fokus movie ini adalah tentang kasih sayang/cinta antara manusia yg hidup di kota metropolitan. Be it between two siblings, two youngsters, two elders, a husband n wife watever. Kita dibawa bersama utk menghayati perasaan cinta mereka. Kita menangis apabila isteri meninggalkan suaminya, kita geram apabila si jejaka tidak mengakui cinta nya pd si gadis, kita terharu apabila makcik laksa jatuh sayang pd seorg pakcik 'alzheimer'. Suma itu kita rs dan kita tangisi. Dan saya tabik penulis cerita n pengarah kerana telah berjaya membawa penonton bersama belayar di dalam kapal CINTA mereka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi saya rasakan satu kekurangan. satu kecacatan yg BESAR dalam cerita indah bertajuk CINTA ini. Walaupun ia berjaya menyedarkan kita betapa pahit dan manis nya cinta yg wujud sesama manusia, ia tidak menggambarkan satu cinta yg pasti. Cinta yg paling agung dan paling kekal. CINTA PADA YG MAHA ESA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, there was a glimpse of the love for Allah Almighty in the scene where the sister was buried in the muslim cemetry. But shud dat be it? Shud we only think about THE ONE when there is death? Dalam movie tersebut, kita diajak bersama utk menyanjungi kekasih, mengasihi manusia secara amnya. Tapi tidak pula kita diajar utk menyanjungi Yang Maha Esa. Barangkali ini bukan objectif utama sang pengarah mahupun penulis skrip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Namun, apa yg saya (BARU SAJA SEDAR) kesali, adalah betapa tepatnya movie ini menggambarkan kehidupan kita pd zaman ini. Kita alpa dlm kasih syg kita pd manusia. Kita mengagungi cinta kita pd manusia. Kita lupa bahawa, di sebalik luahan cinta dan perasaan kasih kita pd manusia, perlu ada kasih dan cinta yang lagi AGUNG pada Yang Kuasa. Ya, saya akui cinta hadir dlm pelbagai definisi. Cuma saya rasakan, CINTA pd Yg Esa perlu juga menjadi sebahagian drpd fokus movie ini. Kerana ia amat significant! Sgt relevant! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baginilah. Untuk menyenangkan hati, akan saya ambil beberapa assumptions/anggapan. Sy beranggapan bahawa di sebalik keikhlasan makcik laksa untuk menjaga pakcik alzheimer, di sebalik pengorbanan seorg kakak terhadap adiknya yg sakit, di sebalik kasih seorg cucu terhadap atuknya yg derita akibat alzheimer, di sebalik kerelaan suami melepaskan isterinya, ADA SATU SIFAT PERI KEMANUSIAAN yg significant. A SENSE OF HUMILITY. Yang lahir, (di sini sy berharap) daripada kasih kita pada Yang Esa. Yang wujud kerana kita telah dididik sebegitu oleh agama. Yang hadir kerana, demi Yang Kuasa, kita percaya bahawa kebaikan adalah sebahagian drpd agama, dan oleh itu sebahagian daripada kita manusia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How we interact with human beings does portray to some level our faith in our Creator. At first attempt at comprehension, i may have overlooked the relation of religious faith and human love which is shown again n again in the movie. But as i dig deeper, i now (would like to) understand that the kindness, sincerity and humility which the characters portray comes from the existance of a more powerful love for the Almighty. It must! IT SHOULD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is not my intention to preach.Just that I feel the need to share my new-found discovery with others. Because, owh, what a loss, when we are too engrossed with the other five love stories, that we overlook the GREATEST LOVE OF ALL. What a loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-511257881007855228?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/511257881007855228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=511257881007855228' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/511257881007855228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/511257881007855228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/07/cinta.html' title='CINTA'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/RplxWqX3OXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-sHbJPQnTk/s72-c/cinta-the-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-6286140629638058144</id><published>2007-07-09T23:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:46:01.673+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This pink template is deceiving. Pink is fun, bubbly, joyous, carefree n sweet. Kinda reminds u of a marshmellow. But I, as has been explicitly implied by my entries time n time again, am not. My life thus far, has been everything but "marshellow-ish". U must wonder, this cannot be true. But i say, yes dat's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the problem is not my self-proclaimed unfortunate life. Rather, it is my inability to select, evaluate and digest all the good things which have been and are laid before me. Right in front of my eyes. The cost of this? Low self-esteem, ever-growing pessimism, self-doubt, judgemental, unforgiving, negative, sad and empty. (This is followed by three long, big sighs to show remorse at the painful truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, listing down all those good things which need to be highlighted in order for me to regain any sense of self-love, if there's any left .... (There u go, my pessism at its best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - i miss my mum n dad no matter how in-the-face they can get. My sis n bro r ok too. But my lil bro, he's growing into someone i dont know (not yet, nway) so i fear (for) him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I hv been surrounded and supported by soo many fun and brilliant individuals. For this i am truly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ouch, this is a sore subject for me. Always have been, ever since i had had a lil sister. Since I first had an interaction wif this peculiar species called boys, i was quick to learn that looks are EVERYTHING. Cute gurls were popular, cute gurls got to join Kelab Kebudayaan, cute gurls get all the cute guys, at least their attention. Heck, cute gurls can do and have EVERYTHING!!!!But what i didnt expect was how cruel ppl can be towards 'ugly' ppl. I got called fat, pontianak (why? Cant tell ya...shhh), badak, fat again. Mind you, one of my ex's guy fren 'kindly' promoted a slimming pill to him so dat i can try it out n hopefully loose weight (thanx Kash, ure a real pal). Naturally, these occurances had its toll on my self-confidence. The blood has dried out, but the bruise and pain are still there. I carry it with me till now. It's not easy to get over with, but I should try. So here's a new thought dat I decide to instill in my lil head - Hey, I may not be the best looking gurl there is, but i am also not the worst off. So there!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - my sanctuary. I hv JUST moved into a new room, but it's similar to the previous. Yea, ive been complaining of how small and suffocating it is. On the other hand, it's warm, a bit messy...Truth be told, it falls short of everything. But IT IS MINE..(at least for the next 5 months or so). It provides me protection and security. So i am glad for this small space which i own. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - When i return to Mesia, this will be the ultimate thing that i will miss. Freedom. I make my own decisions. I get to choose what i wanna do, where i wanna go, whether or not i wanna attend the 9am lecture. There's no binding. There is a much lesser need to consider how your actions will affect others. There is no need for asking permission and explaining yourself when u get back late at night. I simply live by my own rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive only listed five items. Hopefully there will be more in the future. I realized that i NEED to start liking myself before i crumble like a warm apple crumble served with ice cream(tak habih2 dgn apple crumble...adeyh). I cannot remain to be this self-doubting person, not anyore. I have to stop punishing myself. I must LOVE this person which is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill let my template as it is. Pink. To represent hope. Hope to be spiritually and emotionally better. =D Insya Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-6286140629638058144?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/6286140629638058144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=6286140629638058144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6286140629638058144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6286140629638058144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-pink-template-is-deceiving.html' title=''/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-2920404572622150091</id><published>2007-07-05T02:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T03:35:02.475+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersatu 2007: FUN???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's exactly 2.05am n I am dropping by coz i cant sleep thanx to a cup of bitter cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours ago, P, E, Y and I were somewhere in the Grand Chanselor (xtau nak eja, maaf) Conference Hall, waaaayyyy at the back somehow trying to enjoy the Bersatu 2007 Closing Dinner. At least, I was trying to. But somehow i couldnt. In fact, I was yawning every few minutes while struggling to catch what the emcees were saying up on the stage. My tummy was rumbling as i hv been eating lotsa crappy food at odd hours since Bersatu began. Having paid a generous amount of money for the dinner, i was looking forward for a fulfilling meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersatu 2007 began last Sat with an opening ceremony. Like 100 others, i volunteered to be a part of the Bersatu Crew. I went under the Admin Dept. Heh...Ingatkan kerje setkt type2 name, bwt name tag, kumpul results; all the paper works tapi...!!!!!!! Throughout the event, I found myself doing more than what was expected. Ive been running around like mad, getting team captains signatures, persuading/'mengupah' ppl to be refs/linesmen, making decisions which werent initially mine to make, got stuck in the rain coz the games were still on, collecting rubbish left in the field, getting asked to time a sport which i hv no comprehension of and ultimately, i got to see various kinds of human behaviours. In short, it was EXHAUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer that i hv to look at the bright side. Did i make new frens? Kinda. Did i get to see cute guys? Kinda but not really coz i really didnt hv the time nor the oppurtunity. Tgk setkt cukup syarat, org kate. Did i improve on my socializing/PA skills and personality? Heh...I'd like to think so (hey, it's not easy to be sincere when u act aren't, ok..And it takes a huge amount of patience to keep my cool and not bite ppl's heads off). Did i enjoy watching the games and cheering for the teams? Kinda. Most of the time i wouldnt get to thoroughly watch the matches, and almost always i was trying to be and stay awake &amp; alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings us back to the BErsatu closing dinner. I was hoping that it'd be fun. Hey, after 5 hectic days, I'd expected the dinner to be enjoyful. SOmething nice to end the event, u know...But to be honest, i didnt. Was it me? Or was it the dinner itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the dinner was more of a players' thing. If u've participated in any of the sports, then yeah...U might enjoy it. Kalau menang medal, lagilah suke ek? But as a mere volunteer who was placed to sit at world's end, I found myself staring at the three candles burning away on the table. I cudnt make wht the ppl on stage were saying, so i chose to completely ignore them. I was flushed. My face felt hot and red. I was sleepy and hungry to the point that ive become snappy (sorry, P) and lost interest in the whole event totally. After the emcees bid farewell (yg ni aku dgr), again i found myself dumbfounded. What shud i do now? Everyone took photos and congatulated the winners or whatever. I (and E and P and Y) was sitting at the table, playing the role of a reluctant oberserver. I glanced at the back to see my dear juniors/performers looking all bored and 'blur'. It was obvious. The dinner was about the athletes, and not about the volunteers/performers. Of course it was. It's Bersatu Games. (duh, Neng!) But i didnt expect to feel this left out in a dinner of an event in which ive helped to run. Gosh, it was stressful! After collectively admitting that there was no point in hanging around any longer, P Y E n I left and headed to Denny's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this a valuable experience. It wasnt that much fun, but Bersatu 2007 has taught me lotsa things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO, back to my previous Q: is it worth it? YES! BUT DAMN! THIS IS PROBABLY MY LAST BERSATU DINNER. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN AND MEMORABLE! NOW IT'S MEMORABLE FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS...URGH! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways, CONGRATS CMSA! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND NOTE TO WAWA DEARIE, HERE'S THE ANSWER TO YOUR Q: NO. HAHAHA!!! Weyh, lu tanye soalan bonus laa...aiseyh...=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-2920404572622150091?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/2920404572622150091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=2920404572622150091' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2920404572622150091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2920404572622150091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/07/bersatu-2007-fun.html' title='Bersatu 2007: FUN???'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-3945908377504996092</id><published>2007-06-23T17:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T17:53:02.492+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey di kala malas nak belajar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rny1KJ73rTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tRMpPqG10uw/s1600-h/applecrumble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079133665837428018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rny1KJ73rTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tRMpPqG10uw/s320/applecrumble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : What were you doing 5 minutesago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : i was taking off my shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aqns : What are your fave sports?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : i HATE sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you cry most of the time youhave problems?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : nope, just get pissed off...IF im really pissed off with someone, then yeah...tears do seem to run quite easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Did you have a fight with someonetoday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : no...at least I dont think it was a fight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : What are your fave subjects?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Who cheers u up d most in yourlife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : No one in particular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do u like to chat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans :yes, when i am in the mood...see oso wif whom laaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Last chat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : forgot...it was AGES ago...owh no...it was wif my sis... ("kakipah bila ktk grad...?" duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you like to laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : owh yeah..laugh at ppl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Last testi from? What's the testi about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : siddiq madah dirik sikpat jd tough...Kakipah dah madah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns: Last txt msg from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans: member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Last food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : a biscuit but hell, I'm craving for a warm apple crumble with vanilla ice-cream...That'd make my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you have an exam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans: YES!!!!!!!! 2 more papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you think people who like to study a lot are nerds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : YES, coz im not one of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : What's your opinion about longdistance relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : workable, doable...but not for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns: Do you know someone engaged in along distance relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans: yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : About love at first sight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : that's like a fairy tale...so sweet and tantalizing but hell, IT'S NOT REALITY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Did you ever dump someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : yes.. am not proud of it tho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Have you ever taken arelationship with someone u didn'tlove?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : yes.. am not proud of it tho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Have you ever hurt someone whom ulove so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : yup...tell me somone who's never done such a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you like your school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : Wat? Canter uni? So-so lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you have something you must do right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : yes..study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you love someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;qns : Do you think he/she loves you too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ans : I'll get back to this once i found myself loosing sleep over someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-3945908377504996092?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/3945908377504996092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=3945908377504996092' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3945908377504996092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3945908377504996092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/06/survey-di-kala-malas-nak-belajar.html' title='Survey di kala malas nak belajar'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rny1KJ73rTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tRMpPqG10uw/s72-c/applecrumble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-6870605862124658617</id><published>2007-05-31T13:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:13:20.512+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar car...YEAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070531707767701970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rl4luS_ZQdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LF2dtvZEjQ/s320/25-05-07_0611.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepatu??? Terompah??? Kasut but hitam??? BUKAN!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;........It is the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicco Team's Solar Car&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, Shah, Ib-Gem and I received a Moro bar each today. WHY? COZ WE NAILED OUR SOLAR CAR assignment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!! CLAP2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is certainly one of the few sweet moments i have of my course. Our solar car underwent tremendous modification, which also translates to us four spending heaps and heaps of time at the workshop: cutting, grinding, sanding, coating, filling, sanding, filling, sanding again, then paint spraying, sanding again, spray lagi.....! Exhausting, iterative process i tell u! Not to mention the time we spent loathing &amp;amp; criticizing watsisface "pakcik berus". Plus, our principle was "biar drag kite tinggi, tp jangan jd team yg plg corot...sudeyh...." Modest bunch of ppl, arent we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was awesome was that the outcome came as a complete surprise. We actually thought our drag coefficient Cd to be much, much, much higher. We were so fed-up with it to the point that none of us wanted to keep the then-damned solar car. (obviously aku ar yg simpan last2.... ppuan...simpan sume bende...resit2 pak n sav tahun lepas pon maseh simpan lagi...= P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, our final Cd as calculated by Dr My-laptop-never-works Mark Jermy is of the value 0.12. We were only ranked the sixth/seventh in the class (upper half ok....). Nonetheless it was good enuff to earn us each a chocolate bar. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3+ years studying at uni, ini kali pertame kiteorg menang something. The prize may just be a choc bar, but pergh! We all bangge siot!!!!! Huhuhu! It was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I'm glad to share a happier news of which my blog (aka aku) obviously needs. Yeah, i do feel good aye? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-6870605862124658617?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/6870605862124658617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=6870605862124658617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6870605862124658617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6870605862124658617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/05/solar-caryeay.html' title='Solar car...YEAY!!!!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rl4luS_ZQdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6LF2dtvZEjQ/s72-c/25-05-07_0611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-3161156498869904274</id><published>2007-05-25T19:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:28:18.698+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>Not a good day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got told off for something which was completely and entirely NOT my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chaired a meeting where i almost lost control, yet again. Maybe Im not a good speaker. Maybe im too emotional. Terlalu garang. Maybe I'm just soo ignorant and indifferent that people manage to walk all over me. Owh, maybe im just not cut out to be a leader. Heck im too meek, anyone could scream and shout at me. Ive tried to be understanding, yet in the end, I was the one manipulated. And here i am, a VP. true what ppl say, u cant meet everyone's needs and wishes. I have even been very argumentative &amp;amp; confrontational towards people who have looked down on our club, who thought that they could treat us as they demn wish. Pardon me, ive given everything to the club. We are, after all, in the same boat. But same boat or not, i dont expect ppl to have the same dedication and interest as me. Fully aware of that, i took the steps to be considerate. To try device some sort of a way out for any problem the club faces. Goodness, I have tried. Still, all sorts of shit is thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i bother? Cliche as this may sound, but coz of "passion". Good ol' passion had put me where i am today. If i was in this for the fame, or to make myself known, or to have the chance to meet menteri2, or to get paid, heck..i wouldnt get anywhere. I would receive NOTHING. Most of the times, my patience and rationality had really been put to test. God knows how ive cried, stressed, complaint etc. Yet i am still here. Like it or hate it, I am still around. For the love of the art had made the hardship seems pointless. The sense of satisfaction, joy and pride which i feel when i am performing the art, wipes away all the tears, pain and embarassent. Because dance, is a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must move on. I reckon i have contributed a lot. It's time for me to let go. For i am no longer able to put up with all those drama and excuses and reasons. They now weigh more than passion. it has now become a burden. I have had enuff. I reckon i'll let some one else to try on the shoes eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-3161156498869904274?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/3161156498869904274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=3161156498869904274' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3161156498869904274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/3161156498869904274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-6569835254109083057</id><published>2007-05-23T20:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:35:32.495+12:00</updated><title type='text'>sTingle</title><content type='html'>Hie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ordinary Wednesday today. As i made my up to the Glade, i grabbed a copy of the uni's weekly mag, Canta. Most of the time, i find the mag a total waste of good quality paper. But that was no longer the case up till two weeks ago, when Polly Cosmos* became a regular writer and has her own two-page spread. Her section was called "The Girl's Guide To: ..... " . This week, it was our guide to DATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two paragraphs which left a huge impact on me. Particularly because it's exactly how i see the matter. It's what i deemed the most accurate evaluation of the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But let's face it. Sometimes you just get sick of the question dreaded by all singletons: "So how's the love life?" And you cant help but find yourself thinking, "oh hell im stingle (still single) and everyone is bloody hattached" (happily attached - required to be pronounced with a very french-like sort of 'h' to give the word its full effect)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now this is not to say that girls NEED boyfriends. oh no. We dont need boyfriends for anything, ............................................ We are all very capable of looking after ourselves and leading fulfilling lives without boyfriends. But, the point is, that as human beings we want to have someone special in our lives. It doesnt make our lives FULL, it must make our lives slightly better, that's all! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polly Cosmos*, Canta Magazine issue 10 may 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bless Polly for being able to put those down in words sooo precisely that i dont feel the need to explain or comment much further. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the anthem of the week shall be: "sTingle, and luvin' it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hhahahahhahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-6569835254109083057?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/6569835254109083057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=6569835254109083057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6569835254109083057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6569835254109083057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/05/stingle.html' title='sTingle'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-6175808125176200868</id><published>2007-05-07T00:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:53:05.800+12:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E. Counsellor</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering...Ive been giving out hardcore, deep and philosophical advice and tips of LOVE to others since ..i dont know when...but feels like i do it all the time....But the catch is, that particular area of my life is actually non-existant. Lifeless. Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then who am i to provide those soothing words of advice? Why did i even bother, knowing that my own lovelife sux?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it actually, in a weird and awkward way, makes me feel good about myself. I feel great when people smile coz of LOVE (well i hope they are after i gv them my two cents worth of thought). Yea...it's true that sometimes some things need to be told even when u know ppl dont wanna know abt them. But hey, LOVE is cruel, and complicated at its worst. So... a lil 'warning' at the initial stage wont hurt, i reckon. If a r'ship blooms, I'd be happy too. I'd be soo pleased wif myself that i'd even do the zapin in the middle of the road. that's how fulfilling it is to be the love guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes my honest confession:&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up hurts. it hurts soo bad that i intend to not let others experience it. if i think i can help, i'd give anything to not let others to go through the self-destroying process called the break-up. LOVE shud bring joy and happiness. It shud give one a sense of contentment and motivation. It must be aided with sincerity and honesty. It shouldnt be polluted by break ups and the shit (oopppsss....). It just should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, feel the LOVE people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEEL................ THE....................... LOVE.........................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-6175808125176200868?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/6175808125176200868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=6175808125176200868' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6175808125176200868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/6175808125176200868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-counsellor.html' title='L.O.V.E. Counsellor'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-2957537084419557355</id><published>2007-05-01T15:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:05:29.169+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e'/><title type='text'>10min entry</title><content type='html'>Wokeyh...it's 350pm...this shud be done by 4pm. On the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current state of mind and soul: tired. bored. ignorant. nonchalant. indifferent. confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current obsession: peanut butter &amp; jam sandwich...(influenced by my American flatmates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desire: to be somewhere else, doing something else, and to be emotionally and spiritually fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current stress: project. Havnt got any concepts/ideas. Showing a workbook full of minutes of meetings will certainly not be impressive. And also, econs test. Why neng, WHY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current conflict: I do not know what i want. I dont know what to do. I am merely a small dot in a vast 3-d space. Heck, i dont know where the origin is. even if i do, I wouldnt know what good it could provide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current short-term aim: Get everything done and over with. Give it my best shot? Yeah, maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exites me anymore..(except dancing dat is...it makes me high...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(owh demm...i'm off by five mins....watever...I'm indifferent, remember?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-2957537084419557355?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/2957537084419557355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=2957537084419557355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2957537084419557355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/2957537084419557355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/05/10min-entry.html' title='10min entry'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-465971881683901497</id><published>2007-03-25T01:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:46:55.740+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am screwing my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am a sad, sad soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am giving way to fear and sadness to corrupt my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am loathing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am steering ppl further n further away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am confused by my own actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am misguided by my own principles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am expecting nothing for i dont know what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am feeding myself lies which i know too well are lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am hating ppl but i know the only person who had hurt me is myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am empty..not even half empty, let alone half full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am unforgiving, so I hurt bad when karma strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am good at making mistakes, and I never learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am wishing for a way out, but my view is confined by these walls of my cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am losing my grip. I possess no more control. I am doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OWH CRAP! I AM SCREWED!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ps: How's my first attempt at peom-writing? Sux huh? =D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-465971881683901497?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/465971881683901497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=465971881683901497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/465971881683901497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/465971881683901497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/03/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-980428338653544529</id><published>2007-03-18T19:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:10:19.660+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rfzkp7IJW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IbEVZLhHE_M/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043157091645742066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rfzkp7IJW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IbEVZLhHE_M/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is running out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PANICK!!!!!! And then in panick , i will try to get my many work done one by one. But the day is passing by soo quickly that i can't even keep up with it! Aduh aduh aduh! Thank God today was daylight saving day, for i needed the much-valued extra hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh a quick congrats to JMM sr n jr. U did great guys! Tak sia2 aku sakit tekak sokong korg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh owh. Gtg. TA~~~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(as u can see this post is completely nonsense. Just felt like updating my blog. Heh..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-980428338653544529?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/980428338653544529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=980428338653544529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/980428338653544529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/980428338653544529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3JLJPvhlTc/Rfzkp7IJW_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IbEVZLhHE_M/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-1202568829559796016</id><published>2007-03-09T01:07:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:50:34.240+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow! Long time no blogging, huh? Not much has happened since i stepped foot in Chch for the fourth time last February. So I'm writing now in order to stop and have a look at my life so far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I' m staying in Ilam Village, in a flat which i share with 5 other mat sallehs. Thank God they're not the party-is-my-way-of-life kind. But it also means that i hv to constantly wear my headscarves, even to the toilet. Adjusting to "single, lonely &amp; independet" life isnt easy. First off, ive been dieting on tuna sandwich since the start of the semester. Or, I'd have frozen pizza. As someone who believes in a healthy diet (right...), I snack on apples and oranges. I just do not feel like cooking, at all! Maybe, just maybe, the reason being even if i did cook, id still eat alone. Heh, might just as well mkn roti dgn tuna jer! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the weekends, I'd lepak at nama, aza, farra n ara's house. Man, when i see them, I start to talk non-stop and act real crazy. Pardon me, but whenever i finish class, i dont talk. coz there's no one to talk to. So, in a way, Im much quieter this year. That's good right? =/(kurang dosa ngutuk org)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third pro is killing me...slowly but definitely. U must think, "then why do u bother to blog?". I'd say, "if i didnt, id go crazy!!!!!!!!!!" And i'm not joking. And this 4mx3m room in which i stay isnt helping either. For goodness sake, there isnt enuff space for me to skip!! Plus ive been sleeping pillowless for almost a month (my bad la kan, sape soh malas sgt nak beli bantal...) And the walls are soo thin i could hear (and probably participate with) ppl conversing outside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarian, tarian, tarian. Again. This weekend. Twice. Two days. In a row. Dont get me wrong, I LURVE DANCING. I could dance with my eyes closed. Yet, i dont find it fun anymore. and i blame that on study workload! God, why does it ruin everything!!!!!?????? Plus, i think we need new dance routines coz the old ones are getting boring, both to the audience and dancers. And the Malaysian Carnival in April will sure demand a lot from me and the team. Perhaps, it's time for me to let others do the work. Perhaps, ive had enuff of this dance thingy (cant belief i just typed that!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE! I knew I would complain! Maybe i shouldnt blog anymore, coz my ppl mite hv the impression that Im an ungrateful b****. But then, who cares abt what ppl think? My life (or the lack of it) is already on a roll with such a high velocity that i cant control my direction and speed anymore. (dammit, even my anology sux!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think what i need right now is sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm off to bed! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-1202568829559796016?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/1202568829559796016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=1202568829559796016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/1202568829559796016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/1202568829559796016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-again_09.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-4909308882757218675</id><published>2007-03-09T01:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:50:32.082+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow! Long time no blogging, huh? Not much has happened since i stepped foot in Chch for the fourth time last February. So I'm writing now in order to stop and have a look at my life so far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I' m staying in Ilam Village, in a flat which i share with 5 other mat sallehs. Thank God they're not the party-is-my-way-of-life kind. But it also means that i hv to constantly wear my headscarves, even to the toilet. Adjusting to "single, lonely &amp; independet" life isnt easy. First off, ive been dieting on tuna sandwich since the start of the semester. Or, I'd have frozen pizza. As someone who believes in a healthy diet (right...), I snack on apples and oranges. I just do not feel like cooking, at all! Maybe, just maybe, the reason being even if i did cook, id still eat alone. Heh, might just as well mkn roti dgn tuna jer! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the weekends, I'd lepak at nama, aza, farra n ara's house. Man, when i see them, I start to talk non-stop and act real crazy. Pardon me, but whenever i finish class, i dont talk. coz there's no one to talk to. So, in a way, Im much quieter this year. That's good right? =/(kurang dosa ngutuk org)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third pro is killing me...slowly but definitely. U must think, "then why do u bother to blog?". I'd say, "if i didnt, id go crazy!!!!!!!!!!" And i'm not joking. And this 4mx3m room in which i stay isnt helping either. For goodness sake, there isnt enuff space for me to skip!! Plus ive been sleeping pillowless for almost a month (my bad la kan, sape soh malas sgt nak beli bantal...) And the walls are soo thin i could hear (and probably participate with) ppl conversing outside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarian, tarian, tarian. Again. This weekend. Twice. Two days. In a row. Dont get me wrong, I LURVE DANCING. I could dance with my eyes closed. Yet, i dont find it fun anymore. and i blame that on study workload! God, why does it ruin everything!!!!!?????? Plus, i think we need new dance routines coz the old ones are getting boring, both to the audience and dancers. And the Malaysian Carnival in April will sure demand a lot from me and the team. Perhaps, it's time for me to let others do the work. Perhaps, ive had enuff of this dance thingy (cant belief i just typed that!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE! I knew I would complain! Maybe i shouldnt blog anymore, coz my ppl mite hv the impression that Im an ungrateful b****. But then, who cares abt what ppl think? My life (or the lack of it) is already on a roll with such a high velocity that i cant control my direction and speed anymore. (dammit, even my anology sux!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think what i need right now is sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm off to bed! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-4909308882757218675?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/4909308882757218675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=4909308882757218675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/4909308882757218675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/4909308882757218675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-1184670665583737990</id><published>2007-02-02T00:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:02:19.832+13:00</updated><title type='text'>this is gonnabe quick!</title><content type='html'>Elo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. James Morrison's Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; beauty wrapped in a rugged melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. James Morrison's The Pieces Dont Fit Anymore&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Heartfelt. U can just feel his pain (ayat 'poyo', i know..but it's the truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Simon Webbe's Coming Around Again&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Upbeat. Uplifting. Heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Acha Septriasa's Berdua Lebih Baik&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; What can i say? It's catchy, plus HOT.FM spins it, like, 50 times per day. So excuse me if it's stuck in my head. Pity she cant really carry this tune well live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten more days in my beloved Malaysia before leaving for good old Christchurch. =/ It's been an extremely busy 3 months for me, i didnt realized my hols is almost coming to an end.  Despite that, it's been memorable as i managed to see and hang out with many good, ol frens whom i adore. To look back at the old sweet memories, to share hopes for the future and to just talk rubbish...that's the ideal get-together with frens for me. And that's exactly what ive experienced. So in a nutshell (English lecturers really hate this phrase, i dont know why...), my hols isnt that bad, aye???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, im sure gonna miss the comfort of my family and home (especially my messy bedroom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll better work on my design. Tmrw got meeting somemore!!! Argh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-1184670665583737990?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/1184670665583737990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=1184670665583737990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/1184670665583737990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/1184670665583737990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-gonnabe-quick.html' title='this is gonnabe quick!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116782824590473255</id><published>2007-01-04T01:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T11:59:35.243+13:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/1600/281303/me&amp;yonn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/320/364734/me%26yonn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yonn &amp; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/1600/646126/me%20n%202ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/320/217256/me%20n%202ty.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuty &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Dah 2 minggu tak memblog. Terasa rindu la pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a month of 'working' and designing piping, hose-reel, co2 suppression systems, i finally had a chance to escape! So i went to KL for a shooping spree with my family! My heart was literally beating with excitement! It's gonna be fun! (or so, i thought!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i was quick to be taught a lesson: There are three conditions when shopping is not suggested:&lt;br /&gt;1) When the Malaysia's annual Mega Sale is ending.&lt;br /&gt;2) During public holidays.&lt;br /&gt;3) During family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all those together, and what I ended up with was frustration (shopping-wise). Biasalahkan time cuti, U'd expect zillions people to 'attack' the gigantic shopping malls. I prepared myself for this, but whoa! Reality shocked me even harder! RaMAINYE manusia kat KL ni! The malls were packed with people trying to experience the last few days of the mega sale. As a gurl who grew up in Kuching and studied in Christchurch where kesesakan manusia hanya berlaku ketika ada sambutan merdeka (Kch) atau pun bila ada tayangan bunga api sempena Guy Fawkes day (chch), I was terribly uncomfortable. Owh, did I mention that i was claustrophobic too? Shopping couldnt have been even more nerve-wrecking. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Q is: Did I buy a lot? Well, here's a list.&lt;br /&gt;1) A pair of heels&lt;br /&gt;2) A simple, SEED top (which i thought cost Rm25 after discount but turned out to cost RM45 after discount! Mahal nyer!)&lt;br /&gt;3) A pair of black pants (which i gave to Kak Tika, coz tak muat... Hahaha! LAIN KALI KALAU BELI SELUAR KENA TRY DULU!!!!!!!!!!!!Erm, this is shopping rule no. 2. Rule no 1 is of course - to shop, u have to have MONEY $$$)&lt;br /&gt;4) A beautiful kaftan top (never mind d fact that it's a size bigger. Credit to my sis who pointed it out to me. What's more is that it was hung in the 50% discount section! Tee hee!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Two more tops (cheap ones...FOS maa...)&lt;br /&gt;6) Skincare products - facial foams, shower gel, toner etc. Kena beli di sini, Kat Nz mahal okey?&lt;br /&gt;7) 4 helai tudung - I dont remember headscarves being very expensive... I beli yg murah, sudeyh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, itu saje. To guys that may be a lot, but any gurl can tell you that the list above is an extremely short one. In fact, i didnt spend ALL of my money, to my amazement...I guess i'll use the $$$ for car petrol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi cuti2 dgn family is just that. Dont expect to do much shopping during family vacation because everyone wants to go everywhere. Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;Bapak: Siney maok pergi? (mana mau pergi?)&lt;br /&gt;Siddiq: I want to go to KLCC to buy a belt and glasses...&lt;br /&gt;No-N: No way, pg O-U jak. Kak N maok beli baju.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oi! Kakipah maok pergi Midvalley. O-U besar gilak..sik thn nyawa kakipah berjalan (mcmlah midvalley tak besar....)&lt;br /&gt;Mak: Mak maok pegi Mydin, meli baju Sawi gemok tok...&lt;br /&gt;Musawi: MAK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesipulannya, kami pergi ke semua tempat2 itu, but dlm masa yg sgt singkat sahaja. In both Midvalley &amp;amp; KLCC, i only got to terokai one quarter of the ground floor!!! URGH! In O-U, I only got to pusing2 in the old wing. Owh, well...What to do? Cant be selfish, can I? Terpaksalah ikut suara majority maa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson is this: Family vacation is family vacation. If I want to do any shopping, then I should travel alone. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt complain too much. I did have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herm, tmrw is my birthday. So early in the year, huh? I thank Allah that I get to live up to this day. But I cant believe i'm getting old! huhuhuhuhu! Yet i am none the wiser than i was last year or the year before. EErk! Ye ke? I dont even feel like celebrating...geez, before I know it, I'm celebrating my 30th birthday and I'd be the same person in the same state as now. Gosh, that'd be very pitiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My besfren Tuty is engaged so is preparing mentally, physically &amp; financially for her wedding. While my other besfren Yonn is getting engaged soon. Wowow! Truth be told, I just cant quite swallow those facts yet. I mean, I've known Tuty since 13, when hypothenus formula was considered hard as hell &amp;amp; i was still a hardcore fan of KRU (awas gerak langlah mu owh, owh~!) Yonn and I used to literally run to the Dewan Makan 10 minutes before class ended just so we are the first in line to eat. I remember Yonn saying this; "neng, kelak ko nemankan aku rah Rumah Orang Tua k, aku dpt rasakan aku sikkan nikah bah.." Hahahhaha! Nyalah ya Yonn! Gosh, our friendship has come a long, long way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woaha! Hold that thought just yet! Dont think that I wanna get engaged or married too.... THAT IS NOT THE CASE AT ALL. But what I'm trying to point out is that how my frens have changed, how I have changed. Our life changes as we get old. It's understandable when sometimes people wish that they could return back to the high school years, when life was simple. In face of reality, i cant escape but to take on the changes bring to my life. And THAT is scary as hell!!! Before i know it, Tuty would call me up to give the good news that she's pregnant! Wowowowoowowowow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i think i should stop blabbing coz this entry is lengthy enuff. (read between the lines : I ran out of topics already =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless us all in 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116782824590473255?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116782824590473255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116782824590473255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116782824590473255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116782824590473255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116626503127927215</id><published>2006-12-16T22:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:30:31.296+13:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I watched 'CINTA' again today, with my aunt &amp; her husband (my uncle laa). Thank God, this time around I did not shed any tear...not a single drop of tear. Much to my relief. But it's probably due to my uncle who cracked up jokes even during the sad parts of the movie. Tak sempat nak feeling. Then after that, gi beli soundtrack movie nih. RM30 beb... I actually found the  pirated version of this cd (RM6 jak, ok?), but to give justice to an excellent movie, I decided to purchase the original version. Tapi cd player kereta rosak pulak. Alu sikpat berlagu dlm kereta. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I have no idea what to write about... Gimme 5 minutes to think ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chang!&lt;/em&gt; (Bunyi lampu mentol tiba2 muncul lantas menyala di atas kepala...menandakan idea sudah tiba!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikan paus terdampar di perairan Kota Kinabalu...Strangely, I found this news more exciting than the Mahathir-Soros meeting. Alahai, macam manalah ikan tuh boleyh tersesat hingga ke sana? Thankfully, authorities are doing their best to get the whale back to its path. Our ocean is just too warm for you, my dear whale! (chewah, bajet diri ini boleyh berbicara sama itu ikan paus lah?!). I wish i was there to see the creature with my two eyes. Kadang2, melihat kejadian2 sebegini boleh mendatangkan keinsafan. Subhanallah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kachang!&lt;/em&gt; (bunyi mentol lenyap bersama2 idea...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Sering kali kita terlalai mengejar apa yang belum pasti hingga kita terlupa meraikan satu-satunya perkara yang menjanjikan kebahagiaan... CINTA" --- Cinta, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my frens, kalau kamu tidak bahagia, maka apa tunggu lagi! Break up saja! (another one of my pathetic effort at giving love advice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, baju2 formal yg digayakan oleh watak Nanu Baharuddin (Dian) sangat smart &amp; vogue. I hope i could afford to buy AND wear those kinda outfits time kerja nnt. *drooling...drooling...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlaa...kali ini mmg betul2 tiada idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. Sigh!&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/34054850-116626503127927215?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116626503127927215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116626503127927215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116626503127927215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116626503127927215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116579181538170190</id><published>2006-12-11T11:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:03:35.403+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/1600/295701/u%20broke%20it%20stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/320/395262/u%20broke%20it%20stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found this while browsing the internet today. I think it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sooo terrribly cute&lt;/span&gt; that i forgot to save the website where i got this from (for credits). But nways, yea...it's really cute. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU BROKE IT STUPID&lt;/span&gt;!" - wish i hv found these words much sooner, i could hv used them. Teehee! (erk, gediks!). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a different note, I'll be going to the office again today, in about 30 mins time. Then will be spending half the day there. So yes, I am bored and hv been driven up the wall by pure boredom. Proof? I watched the Doha Asian Games (siap tgk replay lagi...Btw, Taufik Hidayat cute seyh...), washed and cleaned my mum's car (i HATE car wash!), weighing myself on the scale several times in a day (sebbaik maintain!), etc. It wont be long till I decide to help my mum with her garden! (bermain2 dgn baja tahi ayam...=/)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oklah, gtg....This entry is just a small gesture to signify how reluctant I am to step into the office. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm off guys! (reluctantly!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(PS: The pic above is courtesy of the owner/cartoonist, whoever he/she is. But he/she is good! I LIKE! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116579181538170190?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116579181538170190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116579181538170190' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116579181538170190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116579181538170190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/12/teehee.html' title='Teehee!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116505137844384334</id><published>2006-12-02T21:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:57:44.060+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"CINTA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/1600/2036/zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1975/3747/320/411315/zebra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When zebras fall in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Erm, full of emotions….that’s the best time to write.” – Yasmin Ahmad, in S’kali, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After neglecting my dear blog for almost three weeks, I have collected enough emotions which leads to me scribbling down my thoughts tonight in Mic Words (coz apparently my Dad hid the Modem, thanx to my little bro)…The plan is to copy &amp; paste later. So if u’re reading this, that means I’ve managed to pujuk my dad to return the modem. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached home after watching the latest Malaysian movie “Cinta” wif my bestest buddy, Tuty ( Luv ya, Gurl!). Since I first saw the trailer/soundtrack/vid-clip of the movie by VE a fortnight ago, I couldn’t wait to watch it. I felt like this particular movie is somewhat different. Interesting. “Macam bess…” Plus, a love movie would revive my belief in all things romantic, I thought. Well fortunately for me, the movie did not let me down. I enjoyed it thoroughly! =D (and cried my eye-balls out halfway through).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the movie is about five sets of love stories involving intertwining characters (dgn bangunan twin towers sbg wall-paper nyer..hehe). One is between an old, retired school teacher who suffers from Alzheimer (excuse my spelling) and a kind restaurant owner. The second is involving a successful business man with a bookstore cashier girl. Another is the relationship between a young gurl who’s searching for her bf and the guy who helps her loyally. The other love is the love of a sister to her only brother. The last is about an architect who thought that he had it all, only to find out that things are not meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the characters, I cried most for Haris, the architect whose wife left him for another man (her ‘soulmate’, she claimed). How can it be easy, to leave your marriage, to leave your loving husband, even if you’ve met your ‘soulmate’? Will you not feel a dark, deep sense of guilt? How do you expect your child to understand &amp;amp; to adapt to a new father? Risking everything just for a man. Is it going to be worth it? The answer is beyond me. On the opposite side, what do you do when someone you love tells you that he/she doesn’t feel the same way anymore? A momentary state of dizziness and unbelief is sure, but how do you cope with the aftermath of the confession? If she is the one, do you love her still even if she has someone else? Would you fight to win her heart back? Would you remain hopeful and convince yourself that he/she will return to you? In the movie, the so-called conclusion for Haris’s conflict is this, “love is about letting go.” So Haris let go of his wife, knowing that she is happy with her new man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, what else is Haris to do? What is the point of him fighting for her when he knows that she is going to choose the other man anyway? If she stays, would she be happy? No. Then would he be happy? Of course not. There’s always hope, I hear someone says. Don’t hope that he/she will come running back to you. Hope that someone better comes along instead. Hope is just that; hope. You mustn’t let it ruin you. I suppose that’s why Haris made the best choice to set Airin free. Heh, all this while, I thought the cliché “menyayangi seseorang bermaksud melepaskan dia” adalah alasan untuk break-up semata-mata. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I recommend this movie to everyone. I will not touch on the other four stories as I don’t intend to ruin the surprise for those who are planning to watch the movie. I dare not comment on the technical aspects of the movie as I am no pro in that, but suffice to say MOST actors gave excellent performance (enough to make me spent half the time crying…). Okaylah, credit to the director also whom I thought managed to ‘bawa’ jalan cerita movie itu dgn baik. Hahaha, hope u get that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi persoalannya; berjayakah film ‘cinta’ membuatkan saya percaya kepada cinta kembali? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TIDAK&lt;/span&gt;….. It’s just a nice way to spend RM8 on. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116505137844384334?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116505137844384334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116505137844384334' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116505137844384334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116505137844384334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/12/cinta.html' title='&quot;CINTA&quot;'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116331827175015471</id><published>2006-11-12T20:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:57:51.756+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am leaving for Malaysia in less than 24 hours, but apparently having mixed feelings about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am excited to see my family whom Ive left for about ten months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sad having to part ways with my frens who've been here with me throughout the year (and the two previous years).  May we see one another again next year, no matter where,&lt;br /&gt;when or how. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am frustrated coz too scared to finish an unfinished business. But I suppose, it's better to just let it stay unfinished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice holiday, everyone! I love you all! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neng&lt;br /&gt;12/11/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116331827175015471?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116331827175015471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116331827175015471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116331827175015471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116331827175015471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/11/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116288284850281505</id><published>2006-11-07T19:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:15:52.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY MALAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Excerpt of the article "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The 'Ugly Malays' becoming the norm&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;M.Bakri Musa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;This Zakaria mess (and many more yet to be revealed) is far more destructive and corrosive to the fabric of our society than the current wildly publicized tiff between Abdullah and Mahathir.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.......For Malays however, the damage is considerable. We are sending precisely the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong message&lt;/span&gt; to our people. That is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in order to succeed&lt;/span&gt; or afford a mansion and other trappings of the “good life,” &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we do not have to study diligently or work hard&lt;/span&gt; but merely ingratiate ourselves to the powerful in order to hog our own little spot at the public trough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The message we send to non-Malays is equally destructive. That is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we Malays are a race of rogues&lt;/span&gt;. We tolerate such nonsense because we harbour our own secret ambition to be like them. This more than anything is what makes me mad and angry with these scoundrels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Aristotle’s Nichomechean ethics, it is not enough to be angry. That is the easy part. We have to be angry at the right people, at the right time, for the right purpose, and express that anger in the right way. Slimy characters like Zakaria and his superior Khir Toyo make it easy. We cannot be angry enough at their types. We must totally abhor them. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They bring dishonour to our race and nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me assure non-Malays that the Zakaria Mat Deroses and Khir Toyos are not representative of my race&lt;/span&gt;, at least not yet. These “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ugly Malays&lt;/span&gt;,” to borrow Syed Hussein’s phrase, are fast becoming and will be the norm if we do nothing, by in effect tolerating them. We do have our share of the hard working, the honest, and the frugal. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, we are fast shrinking, that we sadly agree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Very aptly and precisely put, Sir! I couldnt agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Excerpt is courtesy of the writer, M.Bakri Musa. For more of his writings, check out &lt;a href="http://www.bakrimusa.com"&gt;www.bakrimusa.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116288284850281505?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116288284850281505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116288284850281505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116288284850281505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116288284850281505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/11/ugly-malays.html' title='UGLY MALAYS'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116280088865626333</id><published>2006-11-06T20:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:16:26.503+13:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies fast when youre having fun.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....except that this year cant be described as only fun. It's a concoction of various emotions; sad, depressed, excited, tensed, nostalgic, alone, joyful, happy, grateful, hopeful, envious, and yea....sad again. And because of that, I am a changed individual and hopefully a better one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, second pro proved to be a real challenge. Tho not as hectic as my first pro year, the subjects were a lot messier. Imagine having to discuss about welding for one whole term! Man, i didnt know welding was such a big deal. Malas lak nak ckp byk psl study. All in all, the more i learn, the more i have come to comprehend and see the power of mechanical engineering. Also, procastination and last minute work must be avoided at all coast! Heh, i should know better. Look how "impressive" my last semester result was... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first year of uni, my batch consisted of ten unique individuals: me, aida, wawa, eina, filah, Pudin, krol, Safa, Pijoi &amp; Fatih. We used to go everywhere and do anything together since we were the only JPA undergraduates in Chch at that time. Mmg bess giler time tuh. Yer ar kan, first time di negara org. U felt like u want to do anything and go everywhere. Our bond was T.I.G.H.T. Dulu2 selalu lepak umah boys, mkn same2 tengok sky same2, bungee-jumping same2. However, this year two of my dearest frens couldnt be here due to personal matters. I have to admit, it is different without em, mcm tak lengkap lak geng kiteorg. The point that we're all in our third year didnt help. Third year demanded a lot of our time and effort, thus everyone of us got very bz. No more was the frequent get-together with the boys like we used to hv in the previous two yrs. Kdg2, dlm sehari tuh, jumpe eina time breakfast jer walhal dok satu flat. Besides, as we get older, our priorities change. We value people and things differently, and so we prioritize accordingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U lost some, u gained some. This year, i gained some new cool, close frens. Namely Aufa, Tengkuk, Raja &amp;amp; Alip. Thank you guys for the great times. They are the ones whom i turn to when i have issues or when i needed someone to listen to my crappy problems or just when i wanted to have some plain old fun! Aufa telah mendedahkan saya kepada budaya korea (dangyunhaji!) &amp; budaya ckp high-pitch &amp;amp; budaya gelak sorg2 di tgh2 mlm, &amp; budaya masak guna microwave sepenuhnya; among many other things laaa. Tengkuk mengajar saya "chill sudeyh", Raja pula memperkenalkan saya kepada Datuk Zack &amp; Khairy Jamaluddin (hahahahahha) dan Alip telah memperkenalkan saya kepada "double melon tea" &amp;amp; "shark fin dumplings". Hehehe, terim kasih suma. I appreciate everything! =D I couldnt find the words to describe how grateful I am to have been acquainted to you guys this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of paramount importance, this year has taught me a lot about relationships and feelings. If i could turn back time and undo some choices which i've made, then I would. Coz getting through emotional conflicts demanded soo much. It cripples u. It makes you weak. The amount of pain, hatred and sadness it brings is just unbearable. But u just have to keep on trying to move on. Coz that's what we do when we're in the shit...We get along with life. No one can tell you how long you should mourn over your misfortune, or ask why ure still stuck at gear one, or why forgiveness if impossible. Coz the heart, Ive learnt, has got a mind of its own. It often overpowers rationality and logic. So there's no way of accelerating the healing of the heart. With God's willing and the determination to heal, however, I'm sure one day soon my heart will be cured completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is scary to think of the future, of where it might lead us to and what it has in store for us. Although we have our plans, they are still subject to Allah's plans for us. Boleh ke tak aku survive third pro? Kalau dah grad, kat mane pulak aku akan kerja nnt? Mungkinkah aku akan hidup senang? Mungkinkah, dalam masa lima tahun lagi, kaum saya akan lebih rajin, berwibawa and lebih utuh drpd keadaan skrg? Sapa tahu. Namun, kita ada satu kuasa. Dan kuasa itu ialah kuasa untuk mencuba. Cuba untuk jd terbaik, cuba untuk mengubah diri dan keadaan kepada satu thp yg lebih baik. Definitely, trying is within our ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jadi apa2pun yg masa hadapan akan tawarkan atau cabarkan kpd saya, I'll try to brace it all as i make my way through. I hope so will YOU! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: Owh yer, tahun ni saya juga telah mencuba satu yg baru: BLOGGING! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116280088865626333?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116280088865626333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116280088865626333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116280088865626333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116280088865626333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-time-flies-fast-when-youre-having.html' title='How time flies fast when youre having fun.....'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116184138960637596</id><published>2006-10-26T18:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:57:22.686+13:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, three more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/25-10-06_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/25-10-06_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This year, my duit raya came in the form of a poodle balloon. Aint that wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 3 Syawal, just to days ago me n frens celebrated the First Day of Syawal, ie Hari Raya. The day began for me as early as 530am. (mentang2 dah takyah sahur, lmbr giler bgn). Thought that after showering and praying, I could get a head start at studying. But of coz that didnt happen! Me n frens were soo excited at the thought of raya that we sang raya songs (happy ones, that is..kang ade lak yg mengalirkan air mata kesedihan). When all was set, we took photos dlm pelbagai gaya. Fotografer amatuer, tentunya Aufa yg lambat bgn.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we performed the Raya Prayer at the Ilam common room where all the students gathered (so sempatlah mintak maaf kat suma org...eyh not really laaa). Walaupun hanya dihidangkan air jus dan cookies paknsav, suasa tetap meriah. Pantang melihat kamera, pasti diri ku ini berposing, bajet diri ku Norjuma Habib!  Hahahhaha! Sorry ar.... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off i went back to Unihall to collect my lond-awaited raya parcel. Hehe, guey dpt bj raya baru dong! Hepi2! Although nothing was consfiscated, the raya biscuits looked nothing like biscuits anymore, more like dusts. Regardless, aku tidak lagi kempunan nak mkn tart nenas! Thanx mum n dad! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Maidstone open house. Lotsa fun. Got rendang, kuah kacang, nasi himpit, biskut raya, kek kasih sayang Nama &amp; Aiman, simpul sayang Pijoi, air telur katak dlm air tasik (read: air selasih dlm sirap hijau). The atmosphere was pure joy! Thanx for having us over, Maidstone guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas itu, kami singgah pula ke rumah terbuka Gadis2 Rudleigh. Di situ, Pijoi telah disatukan semula dgn 'keluarga' angkatnya di Chch. (sapelah soh ko pakai bj melayu yg pelik tuh Pijoi oi!) Walaupun hanya ada dua menu iaitu nasi himpit&amp;amp;kuah kacang n nasi lemak, kami ttp teruja. I couldnt really describe the atmosphere but one thing for sure, everyone had tremendous fun! Everyone, for a moment, forgot that there was exams. Then lepas tuh, sume org akan kate, "tak ke bess kalau raya bukan time exam?" Yalah bak kata urg Swak, MUN JAK...... Three cheers for the Rudleigh gurls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nways, that was two days ago. Still 26 days left in Syawal. N still 3 more exam papers to go for me. Sigh....insya Allah, suma akan berjalan lancar. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive just realized something....TAK LAMA LAGI AKU BALIK MESIA!!!!!!!!!!! YEYYEYEYEYEYYEYEYEYEYEYYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYYEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Who in bloggers' world is "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nang_fused&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116184138960637596?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116184138960637596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116184138960637596' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116184138960637596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116184138960637596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-down-three-more-to-go.html' title='One down, three more to go!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116162249539949769</id><published>2006-10-24T05:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T05:54:55.406+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/raya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/raya.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Here's wishing a "Selamat Hari Raya" to all. Kalau ada salah &amp; silap, harap dimaafkan... =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;(desperately wanting to go home...huhuh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;All the best in your exams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116162249539949769?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116162249539949769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116162249539949769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116162249539949769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116162249539949769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya-wish.html' title='Raya wish'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116123615494192851</id><published>2006-10-19T17:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:35:55.086+13:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MR ANONYMOUS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saya petik dr entri Saudara Anas yg terbaru;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kalau kite sayangkan seseorang, kadang2, kite kena lepaskannya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tanpa berfikir panjang, saya mengutarakan komen sebegini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"COZ THAT'S ONE OF THE STUPIDEST LIES MEN TELL WHEN THEY WANNA BREAK UP WIF THEIR GFS...... =D "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sungguh di luar jangkaan saye apabila komen saya tersebut mencetuskan kontroversi di kalangan pembaca setia blog suadara Anas. Hampir semua pembaca lelaki menjelaskan ketidakpuasan hati mereka. Siap ade yg marah2 saye...Wah2...Terkedu saya dibuatnye....Malah ade juga yg memberikan nasihat berharga pada saya. Wah2..free2 dpt khidmat counselling...Hehhe, kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am in shock still. Yerla kan, terus-terang saye katakan, when i typed down my comment, i meant it with a sense of humour (note the smiley). Dalam erti kata yg lainnya, I was trying to be funny albeit different. Kerana rata2nya memberikan pendapat yang rational dan serius.  Unfortunately, apparently, most guys didnt think it was funny (but it sure was different from the other comments! Hahhahaha!) I guess by saying so, I was trespassing their 'territory' ie ego. I was challenging them. N I and all women know too well that THAT spells trouble for us. &lt;em&gt;Jangan bermain dengan ego lelaki. &lt;/em&gt;Ya, seharusnya saya perlu berfikir panjang sebelum berbuat sesuatu di masa hadapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I'm not here to clarify myself as i feel there's nothing to be explained. I am not taking back my comment nor am I apologizing because, it IS my opinion and that IS how i view the situation (walaupun saye utarakan dlm nada bergurau, namun saya nekad dgn perdpt tersebut). Saya tidak akan ubah "komen berat sebelah" saya hanya kerana orang lain tidak menyokong saya atau ianya menyebabkan saya nampak seperti kurang bijak. I draw my conclusion from what had been observed and evaluated by me. Nothing more nothing less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Having said that, I am not saying that men are evil, women aren't. Sama sahaja. Saya juga bukan anti-lelaki. Kerana saya percaye lelaki dan wanita saling memerlukan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"...dan kepada neng, walopun keadaan kite kurang bernasib baik, namun itulah yg terbaik buat diri kita, terimalah hakikat dan cubalah memaafkan kerna itu akan membuat anda bahagia,insyaAllah....tidak adil kite hanya menyalahkan kaum lelaki sahaja,kadang2 kaum wanita ade juga melakukan kesilapan,no one is perfect rite...so minta maaf pada sesiapa yg terasa,saya hanyalah insan yg ingin berkongsi pengalaman...waAllahualam" ---&gt; MR Anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saudara Anonymous, saya juga insan yg ingin berkongsi pengalaman. Cuma pengalaman saya berbeza drpd pengalaman saudara. Pengalaman saya menjadikan saya sebegini, pengalaman saudara menjadikan saudara sebegitu. Saudara berkata2 seperti saudara tahu apa yg sebenarnya terjadi; seakan2 saudara tahu apa yg saya rasai dan yg bermain dlm kepala saya. Hakikatnya, saudara tidak tahu.. Namun, saya hargai kata2 nasihat saudara. Terima kasih. Saya hanya berharap nasib saudara akan lebih baik drpd nasib saya. Insya Allah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116123615494192851?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116123615494192851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116123615494192851' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116123615494192851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116123615494192851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-mr-anonymous.html' title='TO MR ANONYMOUS...'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116113463198291092</id><published>2006-10-18T14:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T14:23:52.073+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presently at the engr library (wah...sungguh tak sangke...coz I used to hate libraries). Yea well, I finally accepted the fact that i couldnt get any studying done in my room. Bessnye katil n duvet n bantal kesayangan..Nah, more time for that AFTER the finals... =D For the time being, I would have to fight the urge to go back and catch up on Greys Anatomy and Desperate housewives.... Bak kate Aufa, "cintaku hanya pada buku".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWh, time's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116113463198291092?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116113463198291092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116113463198291092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116113463198291092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116113463198291092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/library-mode.html' title='Library Mode'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116071230254267394</id><published>2006-10-13T16:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:05:02.553+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct 13th 2006 - sebulan lagi nak balik Mesia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The plan today was to collect my flight ticket back to Mesia (yeay!), buy 'asam milk tea' from the Korean shop &amp; buy SHOP magazine. As i made my way to UCSA, i was, literally, blown away by the wind. The wind loading acting on me was tremendous and was not evenly distributed (dynamics jargon, ppl!). Does this mean that i'm lighter? Herm...Nways, miles ahead, there was a booming music sound coming from UCSA! Then it hit me. Damn, it's the last day of the semester! The students r having a party before they crack their heads open for studying! Despite that, i convinced myself to try my luck, kot2 STA Travel buka...Tapi tidak...In  fact, I wanst even allowed to enter the building. "If i were u, i wouldnt dare to go there!", kate pakcik security. I guess he had a point. Chis! There goes my asam milk tea and the excitement of holding my key to happiness ie tiket balik Mesia. =( To top it off, UBS pulak tutup. Tuhan saje nak soh aku bc notes, instead of bj majalah fesyen.Hehe... At the end of the day, all i did was topup my Canterbury card. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Owh, well... Mlm ni berbuka dgn aufa lagi...Kamilah penghuni tetap flat kesayangan ku ini. Aida, Eina n Wawa may come n go, but me n Aufa sentiasa ada utk menceriakan saat berbuka puasa di flat D2 Unihall. Mlm ni pulak, Eina n Wawa akan berbuka di rumah Kakok, sempena meeting Kelab UMNO. (weyh tengkuk, takyah nak berselindung drpd aku...aku tak kesah pun...Chill sudeyh!) Tapi, yg menariknya, Aida akan menyediakan rendang daging dan kueh tepung pelita! YIPPIE!!!!!!!!!!! So since Eina n Wawa takde, that means there are more food proportion for us! Teehee! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herm, dah nak masuk the last ten days of Ramadhan. Alhamdulillah, setkt nih my fasting has been alright. No sickness watsoever. So, maksudnye tak lame lg nak masuk bulan Syawal ie raya. Malangnye, sambutan Syawal tidak akan menjadi semeriah tahun2 sebelum ini. Sbbnye, sume org akan bertarung di dalam dewan peperiksaan. Alahai, apelah naseb... I suppose, I'll celebrate raya by eating raya biscuits in my room alone, while studying. AAhhh, that'd be lovely...(yea right!). Although, there will be a raya celebration held by the Malay Club on the 29th. That'd be fun! Sume org akan mengenakan bj raya masing2 dan berkumpul sambil mkn juadah2 raya...Wowowowow! Mahsyuk! Siap ade photography session nih! =D I am looking forward to the gathering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm oklah, cant afford to write too long. Yerlakan...exams r just around the corner. Heh, i thought i wont be bothered to drop by my precious blog during study n exam weeks. But stress has gotten the best of me. Blogging is one way to release the stress (stress=force/area), i reckon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully, my mother will send the parcel soon. WAhh, tak sabarnye! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my frens, good luck for ur exams. May the force be with u! Selamat berpuasa y'all! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116071230254267394?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116071230254267394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116071230254267394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116071230254267394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116071230254267394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/oct-13th-2006-sebulan-lagi-nak-balik.html' title='Oct 13th 2006 - sebulan lagi nak balik Mesia!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116061596223799343</id><published>2006-10-12T14:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:30:29.623+13:00</updated><title type='text'>HUAH!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/tart%20nenas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/tart%20nenas.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM CRAVING FOR TART NENAS! LOOK AT IT... IT'S SOOOO INVITING! MAK, BILE NAK KIRIM TART NENAS? UWAAA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo courtesy of azimpuch.fotopages.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116061596223799343?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116061596223799343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116061596223799343' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116061596223799343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116061596223799343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/huah.html' title='HUAH!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-116021790107047608</id><published>2006-10-07T23:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:45:01.076+13:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMNESS</title><content type='html'>1) Feel like eating some more...but i cant coz i might get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Esok luse dah monday...final week of term..gotta start revision-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Aufa takde kat bilik, gi umah Yuli.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ngantuk, tp taknak gi tido dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why issit sooo hard to forgive someone? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Nak makan ice cream.....with apple pie / crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Yesterday's test was hard....too many qs in such a short span of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Esok gi grocery shopping. Gotta buy eggs and rice. And fruit too..If my bank account allows it, maybe some cookies and chocs...Study mlm2 kena ade munchies, otherwise the studying wont be effective. EATING IS JUSTIFIED WHEN U STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Nak balik Mesia and celebrate raya with mom n dad and sis n bros. Without very little effort, had asked my mom to send raya cookies from mesia (TART NENAS IS D BOMB!!!)...n maybe bj kurung br too. Teehee! Mom, consider the cost for shipping my duit raya, k....? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) God, bilik bersepah...Tido ah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-116021790107047608?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/116021790107047608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=116021790107047608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116021790107047608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/116021790107047608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/randomness.html' title='RANDOMNESS'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115983993305705390</id><published>2006-10-03T13:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:45:41.203+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/12308450.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/12308450.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the 9th day of Ramadhan...how time flies fast! Esok luse eyh2...dah raya..the day after raya, my first exam paper! Gah! let's not go there, shall we...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been up to so far in Ramadhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Been stuffing my face with food, food, food...&lt;br /&gt;-Not having to eat all day is an excuse to binge like there's no tmrw. I wonder how my flatmates (except aufa n aida) boleyh control nafsu n makan sket saje..I mean, mknn sedap2 ok? But they mkn nasi seciput ajer...Aku siap tambah nasi lagi....Dessert sampai 3 helpings...Aduh, sesungguhnya aku tidak mampu utk berbuat demikian. Dan sbb itulah, mlm2 aku akan sakit perut, dan terlantar di atas katil kerana kekenyangan...Bak kate Tengkuk, "bughuk perangai!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Had a JPA/MARA/MOE photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;-Which was absolute fun! (penggunaan perkataan absolute mengingatkan saya pd absolute pressure, lantas kepada ENME354...=/) Sampai2 jer, terus kena panggil air fanta oren, sbb memakai bj jingga yg sy akui mmg terang dan mampu menyakitkan mata. Well, I am one of those few lucky beings who can wear bright orange... Nasiblah kan? Sambil menanti ketibaan en. photgrapher sol, kami sebagai amateur berpakat mengambil group photo mengikut bulan lahir. Turned out there were more capricorns than any others. Hehe! Though it was chilly and windy, our spirit was not dampened. Posing was fun! 'Encik Erra fazira' siap pakai sunglasses lagi (bajet nak 'up'kan saham laa...hasilnya.....erm, takde hasil kot...) We looked like a bunch of colourful people coz of our attire. The guys looked real macho in their bj melayu n samping, the gurls were lovely in their kebayas n b.kurungs. Budaya Melayu, mmg tiada ternilai...&lt;br /&gt;Sol, thanx for doing us the favour ya... Ur photos are very, very, very lovely. Wait till u trun pro, then u can charge us... Hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Penubuhan KELAB UMNO&lt;br /&gt;-The day before the photoshoot, we had a meeting on UMNO club establishment. It's weird that I'm not excited at all by the forming of this particular club (sbb tu dtg meeting sejam lambat...). I have nothing against UMNO per say, but i just dont think that giving a large sum of ppl's money to a bunch of oversea students is a very bright idea...Even if it's for the welfare of the students. Isnt taking care of oversea students is the role already played byMSD? Nak kena ade Club UMNO gak ker? Can the students be trusted to spend the annual club income wisely? I heard UMNO usually subsidise the flight tickets balik mesia for the club's high committee. Ye ker? Waduh, senangnye UMNO nak keluarkan duit utk tujuan remeh yg sebegitu. Baik dorg spend duit tu utk org miskin kat Mesia sane. Mcmlah bdk2 kat sini takde duit nak beli tiket sendiri (eyh2, mmg takde, tp kena pandai2 cr lah kan?) Yep, maybe i am being unreasonably narrow-minded here, but I'm just stating my opinion. But I'm not denying the possibilty that one day i might be the UMNO president. Hhahaha! Good luck for the pro-temp committee. May the force be with u! ( i hope those who are pro-club umno will not find this offensive. Like i said, i'm just stating my humble, 1-cent-worth opinion...Plus, it's prone to changes nway... =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Smbhyg terawikh dgn Brother Omar&lt;br /&gt;- Right after the meeting, we had a majlis bbuke puase n solat terawikh beramai2. Sbg seorg individu yg punya selera mkn yg tinggi, saya amat teruja melihat pelbagai jenis mknn dan kueh2 serta air "bancau" yg disediakan. Ntah berape kali aku pg ambik mknn kat meja, aku pon tak terkire... But that was fun. Bile sampai solat terawikh yg pertama, rakaat pertama, aku mula berasa pening, panas, loya, tak selesa. Imam kami, Bro Omar membaca surah yg teramat pjg. TERAMAT PJG. SGT PANJANG. Dlm keadaan ku yg tidak selesa itu, I wasnt able to appreciate the surah he was reciting. BILE LAGI NAK RUKUK NIH? (hahah, sah dah tak khusyuk!). Honestly, when I was in that condition, I just couldnt focus. I felt soo dizzy and queasy to the point that aku rs marah lak dgn pak imam. Erm, kalau dah mcm tuh, baik takyah smbhyg... So regretfully, i went back n missed out what could've been a great oppurtunity. Terasa amat rugi. Tuhla, mkn byk sgt... Sampai rs tak selesa, nak berdiri lame2 pon da tak lrt! ISh! I BETTER NOT EAT IKUT NAFSU!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan yg saya dpt selama 9 hari berpuasa...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MKN BIAR BERPADA, BERHENTI SEBELUM KENYANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; jangan berhenti sbb perut mcm dah nak meletup! Ok, rakan2 sekalian??? Dengar tuh encik Erra Fazira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeyh, time for my nap. Nways, Selamat berbuka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115983993305705390?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115983993305705390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115983993305705390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115983993305705390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115983993305705390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-so-far.html' title='Ramadhan so far...'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115924969841594528</id><published>2006-09-26T17:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:48:18.613+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The past ten days...</title><content type='html'>One 50% assignment, one report and one hw due on the same day. Then, a test is set on the next day. Yup, the last ten days had been a living hell...which is unfortunately has yet to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought starting off early with my design assignment would mean getting it done early too. But not when ur name is NENG. SOLIDWORKS HATES ME! Yes, it's true...Tell me how'd YOU feel when all ur design works was lost to nada  after spending long, long, long hours on them. Dah save dlm comp, the next day tgk2 dah hilang. A work that could hv been finished on Saturday had to be dragged to the late sunday evening! Solidworks mmg dengki dgn aku. Thank God for my juniors who were there to accompany and help me. Tenkiu guys! After having 'glading' for God knows how many hours, my daily amount of sleep has reduced significantly to 4-5hrs per day. The dark circles under my eyes reflect this...I now look older than I really am. Urgh! I only hope that all those long hours spent on the design assignment will be worth it. Insya Allah. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a fluid test, which was easy peasy greasy measly. Only that there were too many questions that as if thinking for the answer was not an option... Malas la pulak nak komen, kang tak berkat, dpt result teruk. I dont need any bad luck for that to happen really...I can easily mess every test just by being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i need to write another report. A FORMAL report. Which means, it cant be done in just one hour. Which means, another sleepless night for me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering is slowly, but surely killing me... It is... I can just feel it. No matter how hard i try, it's just the same. everything gets screwed up. I dont know what i learnt in lectures, i hv no idea what the labs were about, i dont know the difference between a binomial and uniform distrbution probability is. Is this damn course too hard or am I getting "less bright" (ie semakin bodoh)? I dont know. I suppose it's me. I suppose I'm not trying hard enuff. But i dont know how hard is hard enuff... How much harder should i try? Will I, on one fateful day, tell myself that enuff is enuff and pack my bags and leave everything behind? Will i convinced myself that i am not cut out for this course (or vice versa?) Haha, NO, of coz not. I am in debt with too many people to even dare to do that. If i could, then THAT could have happen TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now the second day of Ramadhan. What is sad is the fact that I dont 'feel' it. I dont realize that I am fasting. I dont sense the difference and specialty Ramadhan always brings. Coz i was too busy writing reports, calculating power output and explaining why one metal is more ductile than the other metal too even welcome the fasting month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. I'm tired. I'm fed up. But i still need to tackle the lab report&lt;br /&gt;tonight. NO OTHER OPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting everyone! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115924969841594528?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115924969841594528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115924969841594528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115924969841594528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115924969841594528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/past-ten-days.html' title='The past ten days...'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115873377093192739</id><published>2006-09-20T18:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:17:40.876+12:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAA....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/shiwon121xi7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/shiwon121xi7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/shiwon138de7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/shiwon138de7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/shiwon124dk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/shiwon124dk0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choi Shiwon....&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115873377093192739?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115873377093192739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115873377093192739' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115873377093192739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115873377093192739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/aaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAA....................'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115871728115767724</id><published>2006-09-20T13:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:57:38.676+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey di kala kerje banyak...... =( SIGH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/jewelbasket_1912_17977133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/400/jewelbasket_1912_17977133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bekas kekasih saya adalah :- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seseorang yg tiada kaitan dgn saya sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/jewelbasket_1912_17977133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya sedang mendengar :- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the ticking of my clock... (couldnt translate that into BM..sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mungkin saya patut :- sambung siapkan assignments saye yg berlambak itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Saya suka :- makan, baking dan menari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sahabat-sahabat baik saya :- sedang 'bahagia'... Hahahah! Miss ya Tuty n Yonn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saya tidak faham :- why every assignment has to be submitted on the same day?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saya kehilangan :- Masa yg boleh digunakan utk bwt assignment saye..tp ape2pun, lepas ni saya nak ganti tidu..jadi peduli apa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ramai yang berkata :- saya kalut dan oleh itu bess utk digelakkan....Erm, betulla tuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Makna nama saya di muka depan Friendstersaya bererti :- adakah semua harus ada maksud yg tertentu....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cinta itu :- pembaziran masa yg lagi teruk drpd apa yg saya tgh bwt skrg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Di suatu tempat,seseorang sedang:- terkentut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Saya akan cuba :- siapkan assignment dan pergi kuliah pukul 9am esok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Perkataan SELAMANYA membawa maksud:- cinta pada Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Saya tidak akan/pernah mahu:- menari tarian traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Telefon bimbit saya :- ada kesan calar....Azmir nyer pasal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Apabila saya terjaga dari tidur di waktu pagi,- saya bangun sekadar untuk meng'disable'kan alarm clock saya...sebelum kembali berjuang di bwh duvet yg bess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Saya paling meluat apabila :- lecturer design saya enggan me'mostpone' tarikh hantar assignment walhal die tau keesokkan harinya kami ada test penting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pesta/Parti adalah :- menyeronokkan TAPI sangatla lagha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Haiwan yang paling comel yang saya pernahtemui ialah :- haiwan tidak chomel pada pandangan saya. Busuk ade laa...lepas tu nak bwt2 manje, bajet chomel laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Peringkat umur yang paling menyeronokkan bagi saya ialah :- 20++, kerana dlm peringkat remaja, sy sgt gemok dan tidak hirau akan penampilan dan saiz diri...Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Hari ini :- saya sgt productive...dpt 'absorb' apa yg lecturer ajar...Tp skrg sgt mengantuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Malam ini saya akan :- belajar...Adakah pilihan yg lain? Tidak rasanya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Esok pula saya akan :- bangun awal utk ke kuliah...Insya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Saya betul2 inginkan :- boifren yg muke dan bdn macam Choi Siwon, dan gelang diamond (wat's diamond in BM?) seperti dlm gmbr yg diatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ketika anda lihat wajah anda di hadapancermin pagi ini,apakah perkara pertama yangterlintas di fikiran anda ?- MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kalah Simba nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pusat membeli-belah atau arked permainan:- Pusat beli-belah, pastinya! Shopping is the fourth thing that i can do well. It comes after eating, dancing n baking. (ooppsss..Bhs Enggeris pulak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Makanan Barat atau Jepun :- malaysia..Teh ais! Mee goreng mamak! Satay! Kuah kacang! Nasi himpit! Himpunkan SEMUA mknn2 barat, ia tetap tidak akan mampu menandingi kehebatan mknn negara saya! Boleyh dipandang enteng mknn2 barat nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bilik yang terang atau gelap :- terang.. tak ngantuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Makanan segera adalah:- mknn yg paling laku dalam flat saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ayat terakhir yang anda katakan padaseseorang :- tenkiu Aufa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Pendapat anda tentang orang yang menjawabsoalan ini terdahulu:- HAhaha! Aza, we rock! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Apa yang dapat memuaskan/menggembirakananda? :- balik ke Malaysia cuti summer ini...Lagi menggembirakan kalau boleh sambut raya bersama keluarga di Malaysia..Tapi, itulah kan...KALAU....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115871728115767724?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115871728115767724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115871728115767724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115871728115767724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115871728115767724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/survey-di-kala-kerje-banyak-sigh.html' title='Survey di kala kerje banyak...... =( SIGH!'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115841355248374673</id><published>2006-09-17T01:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:32:32.490+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan pari masak asam pedas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/DSC02913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/DSC02913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome... Tenkiu Tengkuk..lain kali, rajin2lah masak lagi k. In return i'll belanje u guys lollies! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Keith Alexander's face has just crossed my mind...WAHAHAHAHHA! =/ Pressure vessel, here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115841355248374673?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115841355248374673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115841355248374673' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115841355248374673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115841355248374673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/ikan-pari-masak-asam-pedas.html' title='Ikan pari masak asam pedas...'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115829651682279027</id><published>2006-09-15T16:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:14:42.593+12:00</updated><title type='text'>E.G.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/12045866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/12045866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila membaca entri terbaru Saudara Anas di dalam blog beliau, saya rs terpanggil untuk mengeluarkan pendapat ttg &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;. (Ewah, mentang2 Anas yg tulis, tibe2 rs nak tulis dlm BM lak! Hhahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my assumption is right, in my fren's case, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; destroyed (maybe this word is a bit too strong) his previous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; is beneficial. Tanpa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;, mungkin maruah diri serta air muka saya sebagai seorang wanita telah saya sendiri cemarkan. Tanpa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;, barangkali juga saya sudahpun menjadi seakan-akan perigi mencari timba (selepas timba keluar dr perigi dek rimas berada dalam perigi). Tanpa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; juga, mungkin saya boleh samakan diri saya seperti sekuntum bunga yg menanti dengan penuh harapan seekor kumbang yg satu, walhal kumbang itu telahpon terbang jauh untuk mencari bunga yg lain. Yaa....kebarangkalian untuk semua ini terjadi adalah amat tinggi JIKALAU saya tidak empunya sifat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; yg agak luarbiasa tahapnya berbanding wanita2 normal yg lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGOISTIK&lt;/span&gt; bukan kerana saya fikir saya ini hebat atau bukan kerana saya pandang sinis individu2 yg lain. Malah, lg tepat kalau saya nyatakan bahawa saya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGOISTIK&lt;/span&gt; kerana saya takut. Risau. Serik. Saya umpamakan sifat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; itu sebagai perisai yg mampu melindungi saya.Tidak lebih daripada itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cliche&lt;/em&gt; Inggeris berbunyi; LIFE MUST GO ON. Maka untuk itu, saya lengkapkan diri saya dengan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya, pengalaman adalah sebaik-baik pengajaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is my first entry in BM...Maaf kalau penulisan ini kurang berkualiti. Hhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo is taken from &lt;a href="http://badets.fotopages.com/"&gt;http://badets.fotopages.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada Saudara Anas, I apologize having to base my writing on your entry. I hope you wont find this offensive in any way. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115829651682279027?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115829651682279027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115829651682279027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115829651682279027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115829651682279027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/ego.html' title='E.G.O.'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115824860643120687</id><published>2006-09-15T03:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T03:43:26.473+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts at 3am...</title><content type='html'>Aduh...Hahha, awal2 lg dah mengeluh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt time pass you by fast! Tmrw, erm i mean today is Friday already..then weekend (yeay!). But, it seemed like I did the weekly grocery shopping, yesterday! Walhal, dah hampir seminggu berlalu...It's good that time flies by quickly if you're looking forward to go back to M'sia....esok luse, eyh...U're on the flight back home already...But it's a sad story for those who have tonnes...n tonnes of assigments &amp; reports to work on (AKU LAH TUH!). Not to mention that final exams r just around the corner... Aduh... Nevertheless, I am very looking forward to Ramadhan, huhu! Already have plans to prepare lotsa traditional desserts &amp;amp; kuehs... (who says u can diet during fasting month???). Then Raya! Yeyey! Fortunately for me, I dont hv an exam on Raya day... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been reading the online papers recently. Apparently, the 'in' trend of Malaysian ppl nowadays is young women marry MUCH, MUCH OLDER, RICH men. After Siti's wedding, there had been several similar phenomena. I think it's outrageous! Is it desperation, or is it money, or is it love??? It's like, "Pakcik, saye akan kawen dgn pakcik kalau pakcik sediakan sebijik BMW sebagai hantaran perkahwinan!" It's not logical... Heck, i think recystallization process (materials, my mechy frens!) makes more sense than this... Where are all the young, eligible bachelors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my besfren Tuty answered the Q. "Well, men between 20 to 29 years date for fun... They'll settle down when they reach the big 3-0." If this is true, does this mean that I'll end up wif an older, wealthy man? Rich, i dont mind (ahaha!) ...but older? Like, as old as my Dad?? Mak ai! Mintaklah dijauhkan! Although, a young yet matured man is a rare find nowadays. (FAKTA! FACT!). Damn, ini mengukuhkan lagi argument kenapa ppuan muda kawen dgn laki tua! EErrrr! Geli2!!! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this issue gives me the shivers...baik aku tido! Insya Allah tak mimpi kawen dgn laki tua! Huahuhahua! Nite2 (or should i say, Morning!) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this is one pantun melayu klasik which i've just came across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Singapura dilanggar todak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kapal karam di Tanjung Beringin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orang tua beristerikan budak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Macam beruk mendapat cermin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115824860643120687?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115824860643120687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115824860643120687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115824860643120687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115824860643120687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-thoughts-at-3am.html' title='Random thoughts at 3am...'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115794609079935333</id><published>2006-09-11T15:24:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:49:41.876+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>Simply a movie which manipulates gurls...It's like saying....Owh if u dont hv big boobs or mile-long legs or face like an angel, u can't be a hero(-ine) and save the world from bad guys... HURMPH! This sort of movie is probably made by a bunch of perverts who want to work with a bunch of bimbos and uses a movie as an excuse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...anyone up for Dead or Alive this friday? Hahhahahahahahahahahhaha! I'd rather play the PS game.... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115794609079935333?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115794609079935333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115794609079935333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115794609079935333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115794609079935333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054850.post-115770353470755335</id><published>2006-09-08T20:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:33:06.986+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/320/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1975/3747/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Askm!&lt;br /&gt;Well... it's been shitty today....and the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for good frens..at least i could still "refer" to their work...how i wish i could refer to them during tests/exams too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results... arent very encouraging..wat to do? 'KAPIANG!' Study lebih lagi la wei! Duh! Sabar, rezeki takde kot... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in class, a fellow kiwi, coursemate asked whether i no how to make 'roti the Malaysian pancake'.... where on earth did he come acrross roti canai, I myself had totally no idea...But i said no...Had to respect this guy..Even I as a malaysian do not bother to learn to prepare roti canai...Well, ppl often take small things for granted, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today got CMSA meeting...AGM in two-weeks time.... Has been a very productive and successful year for CMSA! SO glad that I am part of this year's committee...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lame lg puase...BESSNYA! Then Raye, then exam...SIOTNYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read an article abt Tun M vs Pak Lah...aduh...two gigantic figures in the malay community...now who am I suppose to look up to? Who is right? How will the dispute between these two leaders do the already confused albeit ignorant (read: Melayu mudah lupa) malays any good? Aduh, mmg mcm2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah...so many random thoughts...Has been a shitty day like i said....so go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot....This is my first post for my new blog...I'm sure lotsa ppl had been annoyed by the frequent "neng has updated her frenster blog" email notifications..Sorry guys, not my fault! Frenster yg rajin hantar, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...feel like having my third bowl of ice-cream for the day...Owh well, can always diet tmrw!!! (read: see my blog title! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata! Hoping for better days to come =D After all, there's always Doa n hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054850-115770353470755335?l=neng05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/feeds/115770353470755335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054850&amp;postID=115770353470755335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115770353470755335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054850/posts/default/115770353470755335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neng05.blogspot.com/2006/09/shitty-day.html' title='Shitty day'/><author><name>neng_fused</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093506703106197969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
