<?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-159663775858761185</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:14:52.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini Kisah Hidup Aku</title><subtitle type='html'>Di sini adalah perjalanan hidup aku..kerana..di sinilah aku mencurahkan perasaan, pengalaman &amp;amp; pemikiran aku..Di sinilah aku berkongsi kehidupan aku dengan kalian..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2329263805173172340</id><published>2012-02-16T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:50:22.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another baby? Wait. They're BABIES!</title><content type='html'>Last few nights, i dream about i'm pregnant! astaghfirullahalazim~&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified, and sweating like hell when i woke up from the dream.&lt;br /&gt;They're twins, and if i'm not mistaken, both are baby boys~ T.T&lt;br /&gt;This was my 3rd time i dream about baby, but this one is different.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the feeling.... weird + uneasy... Minta jauh2 benda2 yg tak bagus~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for "expert" opinions, well...lot of versions. What can i said?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2329263805173172340?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2329263805173172340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2329263805173172340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2329263805173172340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2329263805173172340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-baby-wait-theyre-babies.html' title='Another baby? Wait. They&apos;re BABIES!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4269455708330308621</id><published>2012-01-13T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:26:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I'm surprised with the offer from my boss actually. A promotion. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;With all the rumours, all the back-stabbers, now- a promotion? you must be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn apart into two actually,&lt;br /&gt;my heart saying NO! Don't take the bait. And my brain says YES, it is your opportunity girl!&lt;br /&gt;a tempting raise, great exposure, excellent support from Mr.H. Finally, i said YES.&lt;br /&gt;My brain dancing happily, but my heart hurts a lot. I know i can't turn down the offer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;or i need at least 2 months notice before resignation.&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurt because i know, i am not happy working there. Seriously, NO.&lt;br /&gt;My heart trying very hard to convince my brain, but it failed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to do my best, so that i can gain more thrust among my top management.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have the capability! i know i can! I wouldn't failed and felt in front of those back-stabbers! I'll show you what i am capable to do! I'll let you see what does it means by,&lt;br /&gt;"Working with your brain"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-4269455708330308621?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4269455708330308621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4269455708330308621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4269455708330308621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4269455708330308621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-seriously.html' title='What? Seriously?'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2006526299991197734</id><published>2012-01-13T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:14:52.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestie + Boyfie = ???</title><content type='html'>Well...this is a belated post for year 2011. Hahaha! Busy bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 2011 was the last month of 2011, but also was my most awesome month for year 2011! Seriously! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because i went to Bintulu to met my dearest bestie - Syimah, for her brothers' wedding. I stay at the grooms' house and "busy"-ing, trying hard to blend in with her family members. Thrust me, it is a HUGE family of Syimah. Aunties-uncles-nieces-nephews-cousins-grandparents. My oh my. I was totally a STRANGER in her family. Haha! Bak kata org...cina sesat... :D I like the friendliness of the family. Nice~! most important was, i can spend my time with Syimah, although it was a short meeting with her &amp;amp; family. And that was my first time being a passenger in a car, with Syimah becoming the driver a.k.a. tourist guide! WoW! Boleh tahan Syimah tok..(walaupun first time of the Kelisa dah diambik oleh Nad. Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;I was glad and enjoy my stay in Bintulu, stuffing my stomach with chicken wings &amp;amp; fried mee, which were really sooooodddaaaap @ Tanjung Batu. I didn't tried the recommended ABC/Ice kacang because i don't like it. Hehe..sorry Syimah~ And thanks for the meal! Kenyang perut kmk balik Sibu~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 23th of Dec, my little boyfie came to the town! yeay! i was like.....jumping up and down, excited to met him! That Friday was really killing me...office hours seems flying so slow~ Right after office hour, i rush to Terminal to fetch him! Awwww....so bulat~ Gain weight. Hahaha! Jaik eh. But he'll always have my heart no matter how does he looks. (=^.^=) I'm glad he came to Sibu, and met my family. We spend our holidays together, and he was interrogated by my Uncles(Mummy's brothers). Huhu..He's being gentleman and i'm glad his doing fine among my family member. Well done Mr Teddy! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, conclusion is....Bestie + Boyfie = Awesome! ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# looking forward for more gathering with Syimah, &amp;amp; Mr Teddy! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2006526299991197734?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2006526299991197734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2006526299991197734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2006526299991197734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2006526299991197734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2012/01/bestie-boyfie.html' title='Bestie + Boyfie = ???'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-7783409838940934917</id><published>2011-12-09T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:29:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those moments that make me said..."awwwww..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While i'm sitting in front of my "hybrid" lappy, some of memories knocking me~&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some moments in my life, that make me felt like..."awww...sweet..."&lt;br /&gt;^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) When i was in my first week, for my Diploma in UiTM, if i'm not mistaken, it was our orientation week. Well...a tough one. I still remember that night, the first night in the hostel. Alone. I was texting with my friends back in hometown, and then suddenly, i received a SMS from him. My daddy. "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you, and rindu mau makan your cooking&lt;/span&gt;." I cried when i read that SMS. It touched my heart. At home, i'm the one who cooked for my family when my mum out for work. I guess my Daddy was really missing my not-so-delicious dishes. Until now, working at Sibu, i still cook for my Daddy, and i hope i can cook for him until my last breath~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) This is one of the moments me with Mr.S (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may him rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;). He did much much things that touched my heart. Beside Mr.Teddy, he's the only one that i can thrust, and cried in front of him. One of the things that he did, was when he gave me a heart-shaped music box, cycling his bicycle &amp;amp; standing in the rain in front of my house. At first, i did not want to meet him, because i was warned by my so-called "abg angkat" not being close with him. Haish~ But finally, i gave up. I can't let him stand in the rain. I have to get my mum umbrella and met him. He confessed. I cried. But, i declined and let him go home. That was because of my stupid-ness, afraid of being committed in a relationship. Hey...common'! I was like...form 2-form 3 at that time. But i did like him a lot. A great &amp;amp; kind Chinese boy that i would never forget~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Another "drama"-like episode in my life. Mr Teddy, who always being there for me when i'm sick, happy or sad. One fine day, while i'm alone at my aunt's, with nothing to eat or even to cook, i sms him, asking him whether he can "tapau" for me or not. Then suddenly, the weather changed! Cloudy, and thunder-ing. Then i cancelled my intention. Thinking that i can have Milo, while waiting for my aunt to came back. He said, ok, and made me promised him that i would sms him if i'm starving. After few minutes, it rain cats &amp;amp; dogs. I hid under my blanket, planning to have a nice nap. *yawn* Suddenly, door bell rang. I ran to front door, and he's in his motorcycle!! I was like....OMG! I open the gate and let him in. I'm speechless, and the only words that came out from his mouth were, "kmk takut ktk lapar. Hujan pun hujan la....Janji org yg kmk sayang x lapar....". Tears already came down my cheeks, and that day, i have my most delicious lunch that i never had before! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(d) My relationship with my lil-bro was always not so good. Maybe it was because our different characters &amp;amp; ages that become our gaps. I still remember how we grown up fighting with each others, which ended with punishments from our parents. It was my "quarantine-week" when i'm suspected with H1N1, Still remember? I was tooooo sick to get up from my bed, and hardly to ate anything. Fever &amp;amp; vomiting were really became my routine. One day, my lil-bro suddenly came into my room, and asking me am i ok. I was really, really surprised he bother to ask. I said not ok. Feeling going to die. Then he just walked out from my room, and i can heard he's going out with his motorcycle. After few minutes, he came back, with a pack of "asamboi", &amp;amp; a pail in his hand. He said don't want me to feel awful, and hope me get well soon. I was like.....awwww...so sweet...the little devil has an angel heart as well~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....There were lots of memories that make me feel grateful, happy, and "aww....." Surrounded by family that are hard to shown their love, but have HUGE heart and care about me, and friends that are tough-rough on surface, but have GIANT -soft- kind hearts, that never let theirs hand off whenever i needed one. I love to remind myself of those moments, which make me stronger when i'm down, &amp;amp; drift my sorrow away~ Those moments, i will always kept in my box of memories, pray &amp;amp; hope that one day i can tell my kids &amp;amp; grandchilds - how wonderful are my family &amp;amp; friends who craft a &amp;lt;3 on each of my pages of life~&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/159663775858761185-7783409838940934917?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7783409838940934917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=7783409838940934917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/7783409838940934917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/7783409838940934917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/12/those-moments-that-make-me-saidawwwww.html' title='Those moments that make me said...&quot;awwwww...&quot;'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1481332498420008209</id><published>2011-11-13T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:01:37.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing someone that i shouldn't~</title><content type='html'>Hey you~&lt;br /&gt;It have been a while since the last day i met you.&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't, but YES, i do miss you a lot. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you're sick. Please do take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I have no rights to step in your life. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;The least i can do is pray for you, get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when i saw you with her,&lt;br /&gt;but i would like you to know, i have him in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;He's nice, caring,&lt;br /&gt;and always making me smile with his stupid jokes. Like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days you smile at me,&lt;br /&gt;laugh at my clumsiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Rest well, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;You have my prayer. Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding myself to distance us,&lt;br /&gt;but i know i can't do that,&lt;br /&gt;because you still have piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i hope time flies,&lt;br /&gt;and let my heart to be complete,&lt;br /&gt;because my heart is his now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Do you miss me like i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1481332498420008209?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1481332498420008209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1481332498420008209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1481332498420008209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1481332498420008209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-someone-that-i-shouldnt.html' title='Missing someone that i shouldn&apos;t~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4579570671497710731</id><published>2011-11-12T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:27:49.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed Packaging! Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets the pictures do the talking. =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make your own conclusion(s)~ *sigh*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674022628973822690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y_45PUaVPM/Tr4thM-DQuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Z_AZ6Cp9aV0/s320/DSC02582.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674022948525939810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyiF67mFX9Y/Tr4tzzZNnGI/AAAAAAAAANI/027jZ5L7ER8/s320/DSC02580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/159663775858761185-4579570671497710731?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4579570671497710731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4579570671497710731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4579570671497710731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4579570671497710731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/failed-packaging-oh-my.html' title='Failed Packaging! Oh my!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y_45PUaVPM/Tr4thM-DQuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Z_AZ6Cp9aV0/s72-c/DSC02582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3494486983241680479</id><published>2011-11-12T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:20:22.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week was my most busy week! Our company had Opening Ceremony &amp;amp; Blessing Ceremony, and my cutest boss ask me to be in charged with the food &amp;amp; decorations. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, i seek for my partner-in-crime's help, Miss M. She helps in decorations, and contributed her ideas - balloons here and there, ribbons up and down. (Dear readers, please put in your mind that, my workplace in 3 floor building and the decorations in included all floors and main gate of the factory~ TQ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But thanks to the Air Compressor, our jobs for inflating the balloons became easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Common'! 800++ balloons in 2 days man! I even can swim in the "ballon pool"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674019113648043090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24sAMtzTHVc/Tr4qUlXEtFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/D2KkxqPrOz4/s320/DSC02645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, the food. (FYI, i forget to snap some pictures due to too busy escorting VVIP.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ordered MINI CHEESE TARTS, SANDWICH, MINI MUFFIN, PUDING &amp;amp; CIFFON CAKES. *gulp* which served 100++ guest.! =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was fun working with colleagues, and OT until 8:00pm for 3 days! It was worth and much appreciated by my boss when he SMS me after the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Thanks for your efforts and hard work. It is a big success both today and yesterday. Well done guys&lt;/em&gt;!" I was like....awww...so sweet of you~ ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm glad that everything went well, and boss is satisfied with out efforts and hard work! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3494486983241680479?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3494486983241680479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3494486983241680479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3494486983241680479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3494486983241680479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-fun-day.html' title='Fun Fun Day!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-24sAMtzTHVc/Tr4qUlXEtFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/D2KkxqPrOz4/s72-c/DSC02645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8325902069993961714</id><published>2011-11-04T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:16:49.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. Giving Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the current workload, really am feeling tired and wanna giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Study + Working + Long Distance Relationship = @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, my role as a Research Master Student is not as fun as during my Degree time with all dearest classmates &amp;amp; friends. Now, working alone. Negrepak in front journal articles alone. Garu palak alone. @.@ I'm suffering! Jasmine will be the one who will always sms me when i'm almost doom. Not forget Syimah when like usual, i bersadu, nya mendengar (atau melayan sms i). Seriously, i'm toooooooooo tired and lost my motivation, and FYI, i have not being assigned with any supervisor, and i haven't finalized my area of interest! and yet, next February would be our Defence of Proposal! My oh My. I even cried in front my journal articles, because i don't know what the heck the authors are talking about. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, my role as a "dedicated" worker in the company. Haish~ if only i can work in the cubical and ignored other co-workers! Why have to be so busy-body &amp;amp; jealous? OMG! Common' la! Pangkat aku rendah dari kau, gaji aku lagi la rendah dari kau. Apa gik kau x puas hati?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adeh~ I dunno how many stories "the girl" made about me &amp;amp; M, and for sure they're not positive "stories"~ =.=" I can't stand with these "red-eyed" co-workers. I dun even touch or overlap your works girls! and i dun give a damn! Damn it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bos bagi aku kerja, kau jealous. Bos embak aku g seminar, kau jealous. Bos tunggah aku &amp;amp; M masuk office, kau jealous. Muka masam kedak hari mk ribut taufan jak. Hey girls, where's your professionalism?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Third, the relationship is making me weaker day-by-day. T.T but he always cheers my day. i'm feeling to giving up. It's not i dun have feeling anymore, but the torture is really tearing my hearts apart. T.T Stay strong. Thrust. are no more in my dictionary. This relationship seems so impossible. Maybe i'm not the one for him. Maybe there's more girls that are much better than me, being there for him whenever he need one. Sitting beside him, comforting him when he's in miserable. Accompanying him, when he need someone to make decision for him. Cooked his favourite when he need a boost after a worst weekdays. I can't do all that for him. I can't....i really can't be his 24/7 loyal companion when he needed one, and yet i'm so far from him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe if i let go this relationship, he'll be much happier than now? Maybe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8325902069993961714?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8325902069993961714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8325902069993961714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8325902069993961714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8325902069993961714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/11/tired-giving-up.html' title='Tired. Giving Up.'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-6017001433967035884</id><published>2011-09-09T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:45:37.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The job ain't sweet at all!</title><content type='html'>Alkisahnya~ Segalanya bermula pada hari aku, M1 &amp;amp; M2 masuk kerja kat company tu.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ok and fine, i'm happy and grateful that i got the job.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi langit tak sentiasa cerah, terutamanya setelah M1 ambil alih HR &amp;amp; jadi P.A. Bos sekali gus.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dgn M2 masih tergantung. Jadi admin a.k.a org suruhan M1.&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Tuhan yang tahu hati aku. Fine. Sabar. Simpan dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing getting worst bila M1 mula mengada2, and jadikan aku org suruhan.&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata org Sarawak, ulun aku ke hulu hilir.&lt;br /&gt;Kerja nya aku buat, kerja aku aku buat juak.&lt;br /&gt;Yarabbi. Sabar jak aku.&lt;br /&gt;Kaki bodek Bos.&lt;br /&gt;Bos ada, rajin semacam jer. Bos xda, tanduk &amp;amp; ekor keluar.&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Aku sabar. Simpan dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bila accountant baru , T, datang. Hell is coming my way too!!&lt;br /&gt;tok gik sorang. Tukang ulun.&lt;br /&gt;Paling seksa, baru hari ke-4 kerja, dah suruh Bos tukar system.&lt;br /&gt;Com. tgh pakai system UBS(Inventory &amp;amp; Billing), tu pun aku, M1 &amp;amp; M2, dah kial2 nak pakai.&lt;br /&gt;Nie pula datang si T, nak tukar ke Q&amp;amp;E yang jauh lebih susah.&lt;br /&gt;Dah tu, bila aku tanya, pandai pakai ke?&lt;br /&gt;Dia jawab:" Nope. It's not big deal."&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Nak jer aku campak dia kat sungai belakang office aku tu!&lt;br /&gt;Not big deal kau cakap?&lt;br /&gt;Suka hati mak bapak kau jer cakap nak tukar terus tukar.&lt;br /&gt;Si M1 pula ikut jer apa T tu nak. Bos pula DUA KALI LIMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana pergi P-O-L-C ? mana?&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah plan nak tukar, tak ajak staff lain bincang.&lt;br /&gt;Cakap nak tukar , terus tukar.&lt;br /&gt;Changes are about everything! including whole company!&lt;br /&gt;Common' lah! Where's your business planning?&lt;br /&gt;Stress aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si M1 pula, hari2 nak tunjuk lagak kat aku.&lt;br /&gt;Story kat aku apa tu HR.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Talk to the hand!&lt;br /&gt;Bukan aku mk sombong, tapi aku student business. Aku belajar human resource!&lt;br /&gt;Mk jak aku ambil buku HR Diploma aku dlok timpa si M1 ya! Suruh nya makan buku ya! Bok nya tauk apa HUMAN RESOURCE MANAGEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;and adakah sorang HR exec ptt hari2 cerita pasal privacy org yang nya tauk? yg supposenya confidential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh! Stress aku kerja mcm tok.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan aku tolak changes, but CHANGES NEED TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Bukan nya datang kerja hari ke-4 dah mk tukar system yg dah diguna 2 tahun!&lt;br /&gt;com. besar gik at least take half year utk P-O-L-C.&lt;br /&gt;Tok dalam 1 minggu dah tukar system. Next week dah guna system baru ya. I'm a deadman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang gik kisah shipyard manager, pdh Bos complain dgn nya,&lt;br /&gt;kmk org dalam office JEALOUS dengan staff baru!&lt;br /&gt;Yarabbi! How come a BOSS can said such words?&lt;br /&gt;Where's your professionalism??&lt;br /&gt;why should we jealous? Tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about being fair or unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. How come when you hired new staff, and me &amp;amp; M2's work loads INCREASED,&lt;br /&gt;and M1's work loads DECREASED?? Tell me!! EEE! mk jak aku cekik2 bos ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i see clearly, we can't ran from RACISM~&lt;br /&gt;We're all fresh grads from Degree, why me &amp;amp; M2 treated differently? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Gaji nya JAUH BERBEZA dari aku &amp;amp; M2. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet now, we're working like hell to prepare for Internal Audit on November,&lt;br /&gt;and ISO audit on February. And now you tell me, you want to change the system,&lt;br /&gt;and we have to key-in EVERYTHING from JANUARY ???&lt;br /&gt;Argghh! Sendiri cari pasal. If things can't be settled before audit,&lt;br /&gt;then fail ISO. Then you'll see what i'm saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why,&lt;br /&gt;aku dgn M2 dah ready surat.&lt;br /&gt;If things getting worst, aku &amp;amp; M2 akan chow.&lt;br /&gt;We have given our opinion &amp;amp; thoughts, but org x peduli,&lt;br /&gt;if things out of control, pandai2lah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#Stress Kerja. Nasib ada Mr.F, lawaknya lah yang polah aku bertahan. Abgnya yg bengong sikit. Adeh~ Stress.Stress.Stess.#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-6017001433967035884?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6017001433967035884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=6017001433967035884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6017001433967035884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6017001433967035884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/09/job-aint-sweet-at-all.html' title='The job ain&apos;t sweet at all!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2292269626725938615</id><published>2011-08-18T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:41:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTORO~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last few days was my worst days~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family problems. Relationship problems. ~&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even until Syimah keep on SMS-ing me, MC-ing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Reply. Sorry dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mengalami kemurungan tahap cipan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day-in, day-out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, my boss really make my day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss: Haslina, do you know Totoro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Which Totoro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss: Japanese anime? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Yes. Why leh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss: *evil grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Why? *sepetkan mata*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss: You remind me of it! Hahahaha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: =.=" *walk away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, my collegues in the office laugh like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me as well. Finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't help it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"TOTORO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642141299479849682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJtb5JBTRO4/TkzpnlgOqtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KLgOYii7fyg/s320/20100726_totoro.jpg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me meh?~~&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;Then, i jump a bit. Walk slowly.&lt;br /&gt;into...the boss's office...&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;He's shocked &amp;amp; speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambik kau. Sapa suruh madah aku kedak Totoro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly, he laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;He seems happy. Fine!&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;That's my story of today.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my daily routine in the office,&lt;br /&gt;is listen to Boss's jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous ok!&lt;br /&gt;i'll share with you guys next time.&lt;br /&gt;There're more funny incident in my office.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the Boss, Mr.F~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#am grateful that i have a Boss that know how to make jokes~ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2292269626725938615?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2292269626725938615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2292269626725938615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2292269626725938615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2292269626725938615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/08/totoro.html' title='TOTORO~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJtb5JBTRO4/TkzpnlgOqtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KLgOYii7fyg/s72-c/20100726_totoro.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8063069041369561930</id><published>2011-08-14T05:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:10:01.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;5&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;G&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Save the date.&lt;br /&gt;It's OUR 2nd anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;i decided to make a Memorial Photo Album for him.&lt;br /&gt;with "&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;158 Reasons Why I Love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;" =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's the pictures do the talking~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(promised Syimah to post them here~ ^O^ &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640470580576358930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkKTaDycB00/Tkb6G8lLkhI/AAAAAAAAAME/q3433Ip1rfc/s320/DSC02507_conew1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-evDTXvqtyUM/Tkb1YyGUC2I/AAAAAAAAALs/4lEP85vitd4/s1600/DSC02543.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tyyb6adlTw/Tkb11zcCe-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/o_IgM0o9RlU/s1600/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640465888017808354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7tyyb6adlTw/Tkb11zcCe-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/o_IgM0o9RlU/s320/DSC02546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;From Left:&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hand-made photo album&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;handphone pouch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(sew by my cuzzie, i have one too! ), &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Garnier Men Facial Wash&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (He always wanted to try that one! haha) &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Adidas Perfume&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (I like his smell in the perfume. Mild and refreshing :P ) - I think i prefer giving stuffs that he can use, so that he can think of me all the time~ hehehe~ ^O^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I've posted the presents for him yesterday and i hope he'll like it! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Well....i've gotten presents from him as well. :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640469395581344274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LqfFGDWD8A/Tkb5B-IWmhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dtoXJbS55T4/s320/DSC02554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; with our name sketched on it~ I love the ring very much! Besides that, i got a&lt;font color="#ffcccc"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lovely card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, two boxes of &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#990000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! (yummy~ my favourite!), and his&lt;font color="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;favourite shirt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;# My wishes for this year: I hope there are more anniversaries for us in future. Do let the sweetest memories swept away our sorrow, and make me strong enough to stay in this LDR~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8063069041369561930?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8063069041369561930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8063069041369561930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8063069041369561930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8063069041369561930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/08/second-year.html' title='Second Year!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkKTaDycB00/Tkb6G8lLkhI/AAAAAAAAAME/q3433Ip1rfc/s72-c/DSC02507_conew1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1756221659338200404</id><published>2011-08-06T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:13:50.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe i'm not good enough~</title><content type='html'>Everyone have their own best girl-friends. 24/7 hang out. &lt;br /&gt;Joys. Tears. Sharing each other little secrets and keeping it safe.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. Movies. and doing stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm envy...&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best to be good with other girls. &lt;br /&gt;But it seems i failed. Totally a loser. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fashionita. I'm not a gadget-geeks. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not a hot chick. i'm not a drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just a normal girl that have normal life~ &lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why~&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the ACTUAL girl-friends that i can hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i just realise that,&lt;br /&gt;the one that i see as "Best Friend",&lt;br /&gt;putting the other girl as her "Best Friend",&lt;br /&gt;instead of me. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i sound like a kid, but it really hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;Years of friendship. Just blown away like that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should walk away. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just not good enough to be one's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;.&lt;~ &lt;br /&gt;Maybe until the end of my last breath, &lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't found one.&lt;br /&gt;# Being a stupido for years, without realised about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1756221659338200404?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1756221659338200404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1756221659338200404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1756221659338200404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1756221659338200404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/08/maybe-im-not-good-enough.html' title='Maybe i&apos;m not good enough~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1808997772501382699</id><published>2011-08-03T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:02:09.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HEART him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was my first day of Bachelor's Degree when i met him~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;awww....his smile really make my heart melted~ dup dap dup dap~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're friends and i hid my feeling towards him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keeping safe deep down in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday he'll SMS me. Just to have conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes about study. and sometimes he's trying to "digging" my personal life~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i'm sad, he tried his best to make boring jokes, and yet it makes me laugh. I wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i'm happy, i think he's happier than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i have problem, he spare his time for me to find ways to solve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Days by day. Weeks by week. Months flies as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My feeling is getting stronger. I think from "i like him", it turned to "i love him"~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One fine day, he confessed! OMG! my world is spinning around and around and around~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't hide my feeling anymore as well~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's part of my life now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every little thing he did for me touched my heart~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His unexpectaly romance make me drowning~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love him more and more, even though we're far apart now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 years isn't an easy road for both of us~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's arguement, about past, present and even future~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We cried. We're hurt. We're trying our best to defend this bonding between us~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know he wouldn't let me fall~He wouldn't let me go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm grateful he's in my circle of love now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really do. and i do love him. With all my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/159663775858761185-1808997772501382699?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1808997772501382699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1808997772501382699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1808997772501382699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1808997772501382699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-was-my-first-day-of-bachelors-degree.html' title='i HEART him'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-5664586876683116379</id><published>2011-07-30T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:47:28.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY N.K.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wanna have a short update~ ( because i'm sneaking around &amp;amp; used my bro's pc~ :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and friends that CARE~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HUGS&lt;/span&gt; from me! xoxo! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-5664586876683116379?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5664586876683116379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=5664586876683116379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5664586876683116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5664586876683116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-nk.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY N.K.!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8232881112724917531</id><published>2011-07-17T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:24:58.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VVIP in the Town</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, there was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; in the town. But i have to work for half day until 12pm, so i didn't manage to spread RED CARPET for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt;. :P I can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; at all during my working hours. Time seems flies &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; slow. I just can't wait to meet the person face-to-face. A bit nervous + excited though. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tock&lt;/span&gt; tick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tock&lt;/span&gt;...it's almost 4 P.M. already, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; send me a message that the group had arrived &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sibu&lt;/span&gt;, and my heart was going exploded because i was too excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; will think about me? Am i growing "bigger"? or am i look different since we last met? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myohmy&lt;/span&gt;...butterflies in my stomach. No. I should said Bees in my stomach, because it hurts than usual~ =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 5p.m., i humbly send a message to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; that i would went to hotel to fetch the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt;. I check my car,OK. my appearance, not too bad. Then i drove the car and waited for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt;. Again. I didn't bring along my RED CARPET. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We talked a lot and i really miss the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; a lot. We laugh and laugh and laugh. Now, the bees are gone. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brough&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jubli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aup&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sibu&lt;/span&gt; don't have beaches, or waterfalls. The only "highland" that we have is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aup&lt;/span&gt;. We fed the fishes in the pond and took some pictures. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; to my humble home to meet my family. My mummy likes the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; very much. &amp;lt;3 and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; honoured to be able to taste the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP's&lt;/span&gt; homemade chocolate. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After chit-chat at my home, i suggested we went to window shopping before dinner. We went to Farley &amp;amp; Medan Mall to find the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP's&lt;/span&gt; sis favorite Popcorn. But we're unlucky, the shop was closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Without wasting any precious moments with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt;, we dig in @ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;. I only able to threat the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt;. Not any other fancy restaurants. But i hope the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't mind ya! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 11pm, i send the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; back to the RH Hotel. We hugged. (yes. We hugged). and said good night to each other. I hope we can meet again. Soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really had great time with you dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hasyimah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiprawi&lt;/span&gt;~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630295485951103442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60wxeuoGg1I/TiLT6fSZ0dI/AAAAAAAAALc/7yMEK1MmEjk/s320/IMG_2770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8232881112724917531?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8232881112724917531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8232881112724917531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8232881112724917531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8232881112724917531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/07/vvip-in-town.html' title='VVIP in the Town'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60wxeuoGg1I/TiLT6fSZ0dI/AAAAAAAAALc/7yMEK1MmEjk/s72-c/IMG_2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8703042043243242538</id><published>2011-07-17T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:50:37.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Jobless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time flies. It have been almost 3 months i left my schooling days back in Kuching. And i got my final semester result already last month. Am grateful and blessed. :) Straight 4 although it seems so hard for me to went through all the bumpy roads during my research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Research Proposal done. Advisor changed last minute- Twice. Changed of research title and re-do whole Research Proposal. When done, lappy problems and Research Proposal GONE. And re-do. Again. Done. Lappy problem again. Research analysis GONE. T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't remembered how much tears, anger, feeling of giving up during the whole process. Finally, final presentation done. Final Thesis done, and Industrial Training done. Really am grateful i still breathing. Fuuuh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, it have been almost a month i am No More Jobless. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was called for interview right after two weeks i'm back to hometown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's newly established company(2 years), run by 3 handsome Chinese brothers. *melted* ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still in my 3-months probation period, i'm surprised with the $$$$ offer although i have no experience and have little knowledge regarding the industry. Alhamdulilah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and just few days ago, the eldest brother called me into his office and he's offering a raise for me. Another blessing. ^^ Thanks a lot for the trust &amp;amp; confidence in me Boss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wouldn't disappointed you and try my best to do my best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm learning and will never stop. I love my current job~ ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Praying for signing-off the contract soon and get the "permanent" status~ Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to say, working @ the private firm is totally not the same as gov't sector, in term of the norm, culture and attitude. I'm not against gov't sector but i can see the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's really competitive @ the private firm because everyone is working their ass off to be the best. So do i. But in a healhty way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's few times i did mistakes because i don't know, and i admit it. The boss didn't scold me but encourage me to learn more and he didn't even said a word about my mistakes. Same goes with my collegue. 3 fresh graduates, including me are the attention of the office because there will be re-structure of the position in the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Currently, the boss wanted me to be in Purchasing Department, training under Purchasing Manager. All i can said is : INTERESTING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr H. teach me a lot and i'm glad he can bare my long-listed questions. Haha~ I learnt a lot about Human Resource as well. Not easy at all. Have to deal with Foreign Workers. Philippine. Indonesian. Myanmar. Bangladesh. Chinese. Language barriers are my concern for now. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wokey! Times out! Stop writing about my No More Jobless life right now~ Adios Amigos~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Grateful and blessed *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/159663775858761185-8703042043243242538?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8703042043243242538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8703042043243242538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8703042043243242538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8703042043243242538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-more-jobless.html' title='No More Jobless'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-5279397353154783841</id><published>2011-07-17T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:09:55.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Bloggers! &amp;lt;3 Sorry for leaving my blog untouched for so long~ L.A.Z.Y. I'm officially one of the "Geng Underground", so i'm avoiding to do anything that may do harm to my "Geng Underground" You-Know-Who-You-Are&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to the boredom that i can't took anymore, i sat on my chair and think what should i write today?~ Then, childhood memories came back to me. So...Here goes the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since i was a child, i was reallyx3 naughty. DO Believe me. Can you believe that i was once running around my housing area because chased by my mummy with &lt;em&gt;rattan&lt;/em&gt;? Haha~ I'm famous because of that! Not-so-proud-of-it-though. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my hobbies during my childhood is CYCLING~ My first bicycle is my Grandpa's old bicycle~ I still remembered how i cycle it without i'm able to sit on it (because my leg are too short~ T.T) I sold &lt;em&gt;kuih-muih&lt;/em&gt; from house to house (Like Siti Nurhaliza bah~ :P ) , and my cousin likes to ride at the back (She's damn heavy~That's why i'm so thin at that time~ :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second bicycle is smaller, but i can't remember where did i get the bicycle. For sure, that's my FAVORITE! ^^ Why? Because i'm HERO when i'm with the bicycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since i get the bicycle, i started to involved in "Gejala Rempit". Hahaha. Who were my opponents? BOYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and...believe it or not, i'm always the WINNER...until one fine day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like usual, we're racing with each other at the playground, i'm winning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;suddenly, i saw a boy at the playground, waving his hand and smile at me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and while i'm "cornering"....i didn't see the road divider in front of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and there goes the HERO become "Fallen Hero"...waaaayyy into the drain~ T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only thing that i can remember was boys were laughing at me, and i cycled back with tears~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(and until now, i still believed that "the boy" who waved at me was a TRAP! Haha~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, i retired from my "activity" and started to play &lt;em&gt;pondok-pondok&lt;/em&gt; with my girl-friends. But seriously, i missed those boys a lot~ haha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630229244246721138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfk0oeLF0sQ/TiKXqttXgnI/AAAAAAAAALU/NSWrnSQzpgg/s320/%2B%2B%2BP0005.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE FALLEN HERO - @ the back of my house~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-5279397353154783841?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5279397353154783841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=5279397353154783841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5279397353154783841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5279397353154783841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/07/fallen-hero.html' title='The Fallen Hero'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfk0oeLF0sQ/TiKXqttXgnI/AAAAAAAAALU/NSWrnSQzpgg/s72-c/%2B%2B%2BP0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8755417805541661974</id><published>2011-04-12T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:00:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Great Wall of China?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why Great Wall of China?&lt;/span&gt; Even though she's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in size, but you don't know how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is her heart, tough like the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Wall of China.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Her&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;determination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hardwork&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lead her at where she is now today. Strong like the Great Wall of China. She's like the wall around me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;support me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whenever i fell, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;protect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whenever there's storm coming my way. She's just&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;supportive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like the Great Wall of China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so many things happen between me and her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misunderstanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, always there, for me. T.T She's as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loyal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as the Great Wall of China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's part of my journey of growing up, accompany me along the way, either the road that i wrongly took, or the road that i have not taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked across the Great Wall of China with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;temper&lt;/strong&gt;, i think only she can swallow that. Because she's always be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great listener&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excellent advisor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I deeply apologize to her for my childish act. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's always have been the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strongest personnel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kind-heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad i have her in my lane of memory. I wish with all my heart, i can also be her&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Great Wall of China&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I will try my best. I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't imagine if one day, i have to separate far away from her. Even that day, last day of our day in UiTM after final exam, i've already cried like hell. Hugging each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This heart is really hurt and sad. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#Friendship Forever. And i pray for the best in her life and may God bless her~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedicated to you: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XoXo&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/159663775858761185-8755417805541661974?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8755417805541661974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8755417805541661974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8755417805541661974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8755417805541661974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-great-wall-of-china.html' title='Why Great Wall of China?'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2247064596455179527</id><published>2011-03-28T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:02:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First interview in my life~ =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would like to share my happiest day in my life to all of you~ =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, today i received an unexpected call from Miss C, xxx company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Miss Haslina, we have received your resume and we would like to arrange an interview with you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, i was like.." Really? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss C :" Ya. Is it possible for you to come to xxx company for an interview at 1:30pm tomorrow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me :" Ya...sure no problem. Thank you very much!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then conversation continue...bla..bla..bla...(Q &amp;amp; A session)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mun nya dapat nanga aku, nang lebar senyuman aku smpey ke telinga~haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know it's just an interview, not the key for me to get the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But by thinking of there's someone appreciate my resume and spend his/her time to read through, is enough to me feel so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's ok of i didn't get the job, but i'll take it as an experience for me. Take it positively. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rezeki di tangan Allah. Aku bersandarkan kepada-Nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even sometimes when i didn't get what i want, &lt;em&gt;pas ya ngerepak depan kawan2 sebab frust,&lt;/em&gt; then i quickly tell myself that, &lt;em&gt;mun aku x dapat ya, bukan rezeki aku lah ya. Maybe HE's planning something else for me, maybe something better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Syimah always advised me, to be grateful of what we got. She's the one always listen to my ngerepak-ing, then calmly gave me bombastic advise. Hehe. Thanks dear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certificates (Checked) Resume (checked) Application letter (checked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just pray for the best for tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.U.I.T Doa.Usaha.Istiqamah.Tawakal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2247064596455179527?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2247064596455179527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2247064596455179527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2247064596455179527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2247064596455179527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-interview-in-my-life-d.html' title='First interview in my life~ =D'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-824937809133911601</id><published>2011-03-25T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:09:28.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock! Knock! SPM leavers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aloha! 2 hari lepas result &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPM &lt;/span&gt;dah kluar. Apa macam? Flying colours or Suam Suam ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who get flying colours, tahniah! tahniah! tahniah! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yang dapat suam suam, common' ! This is not the end of the world ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jangan putus asa. SPM cuma batu loncatan yang anda tak nampak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tau ada yang sedih, frust, malu, macam tak nak hidup da...&lt;em&gt;result aku teruk la!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please...angkat kepala tu...angkat! Tarik nafas dalam2. Bagi tau kat sendiri, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku yakin aku BOLEH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Korang tak tau...result SPM aku dulu teruk gak~ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;serious s*it&lt;/span&gt;, aku pun rasa macam tak nak hidup da...tapi pastu aku mimpi, tak tau korang percaya atau tak, aku mimpi.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seorang orang tua rambut &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;putih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, janggut panjang gler... Dia bagitau kat aku,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Lin, jangan putus asa. It's just a beginning of your long journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This obstacle doesn't mean that u're done with your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is to build a stronger you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: " How should i know i have more future with this result? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How should i know what my future gonna looks like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Org tua:" You'll know. You just wait and see...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, org tua tu pun hilang. Aiseh! Mesti korang tak sangka mimpi macam ni wujud kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku pun masih tak sangka, but i do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; does gave obstacles in order to make us stronger~ HE does plan something BETTER for us in future. It's just the matter how patient we are to reach the destination, and anxiety kills us when we're anxious how much obstacles would come towards us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friends around me always told me that they're jealous with me because i'm clever and don't have to put much effort to study. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh NOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....u guys have no idea how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;damn crazy&lt;/span&gt; i study, it's just i didn't show in front of you. My principe is " Just follow the flow~"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I studied when i'm ready and can focus. When i'm tired, usually maximum 1 hour, i release my mind, i repeat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MIND&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;KNOWLEDGE&lt;/span&gt;, through &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;games&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; and of course&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't believe the term of burning midnight oil. Well, it depends on individuals. But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As human being, aku pun tak lari dari perasaan jealous kat kawan2 yang cemerlang. Tapi aku tukar perasaan tu jadi&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;turbo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;aku. Aku nak macam &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt; juga! Aku nak strive macam &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt; juga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA &lt;/span&gt;boleh, mengapa aku tak boleh? (Walaupun last2 result aku tak lah bombastic macam &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt;, tapi aku puas, sebab aku tau kemampuan aku, and aku tau &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt; sentiasa adalah&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; IDOLA&lt;/span&gt; aku- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sehingga sekarang&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life as student, from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;primary&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;secondary&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;diploma&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bachelor degree&lt;/span&gt;, is not easy at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peer pressure (Kawan2 yang pandai2, and competitive), family pressure (sis &amp;amp; bro graduates), environment pressure ( semua relatives termasuk bau2 bacang mau tau result aku). Hah! That's not easy man! Of course, aku tak nafikan, aku nie tak lah sentiasa cemerlang, that's life, Up and Down. Macam korang, yang dapat result suam suam, tell yourself it's ok. Tapi jangan lah korang asyik "it's ok" jer bila dah masuk U nanti. Adeh~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strive for your best! Especially first 3 sem, jaga CGPA elok2, sebab kalau dah naik sem 4 ke atas, susah nak upgrade CGPA tu (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku bercakap dari pengalaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Satu lagi pesanan aku, jangan sesekali &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;KEDEKUT ILMU&lt;/span&gt;. Adeh~~ Ini memang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pantang&lt;/span&gt;! Aku tak lah cakap aku ni baik, tapi aku tak pernah sembunyikan apa yang aku tau kalau kawan2 aku minta ajar. Kalau aku tau, aku ajar sedaya upaya ikut kemampuan aku. Kalau aku tak tahu, aku cakap tak tahu sebab aku tak nak &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sombong bodoh&lt;/span&gt;, sesatkan orang dengan ilmu yang tak cukup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan aku bertarung dengan dunia pendidikan ni, memang ada hamba2 Allah yang kedekut ilmu. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God bless YOU&lt;/span&gt;. Ada nota extra, tak nak share. Ada tips, tak nak share. Aku tak kisah. Cikgu aku cakap, kalau  ilmu disimpan, lama2 akan hilang. Kalau kita berkongsi ilmu, insyaAllah ilmu kita bertambah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, aku menyampaikan pesanan lecturer aku, Mdm H :" Jangan sesekali &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MENIRU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; semasa exam. Cikgu kita mungkin tak tau. Kawan2 kita mungkin tak tau. Tapi TUHAN tau. TUHAN nampak. Bila kita meniru waktu exam, dengan result itulah kita cari kerja, dari kerja itu kita dapat duit, dari duit itu kita menyara hidup, duit itu masuk perut. Jadi rezeki &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;H.A.R.A.M&lt;/span&gt;. Astaghfirullahalazim. Diminta jauh2." Aku mengaku, aku pernah meniru waktu zaman sekolah dulu2. Zaman jadi budak degil. Huhu. Aku tak malu mengaku sebab aku tau aku memang salah. Bila fikir balik, nakal juga yer waktu aku masih budah sekolah dulu2. Tapi seriously kata2 madam H memang menusuk kalbu aku, *ting!* terus ketuk otak aku nie yang tak pernah terfikir soal betul salah meniru nie. Sampai sekarang, masih terngiang2 kat telinga aku nie. Alhamdulilah. Aku masih ingat pesanan cikgu aku. Aku pohon diminta jauh2 niat aku untuk meniru. Biar result aku teruk, padan muka aku sebab tak ready. Tapi janganlah aku meniru untuk result yang bagus, yang bombastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok lah. Panjang pula pesanan mak cik Has hari ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku cuma nak share apa yang aku tau, apa yang aku nak bagi tau &amp;amp; apa yang aku rasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang salah dari hamba Tuhan yang kerdil ini,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang baik hanya dari Yang Maha Esa Maha Mengetahui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S: Never Give Up on Yourself. If you don't believe yourself, how can others do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-824937809133911601?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/824937809133911601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=824937809133911601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/824937809133911601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/824937809133911601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/knock-knock-spm-leavers.html' title='Knock! Knock! SPM leavers!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3037174027615318181</id><published>2011-03-11T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:29:03.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Mr S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friendly &lt;/span&gt;man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; loves&lt;/span&gt; our Tingkat 7's coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He even told us few jokes on the week he's going to leave us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mr S&lt;/span&gt; - our supervisor who had transferred to Sibu. :'( *sob* *sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One not-so-sunny Friday morning, all the staffs have briefing at 9th floor, exclude me, faz, alai &amp;amp; pai. After the briefing, they have lunch session and four of us are invited. Yeay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A night before we had prepared a souvenir to Mr S to show our gratitude for his guidance and care towards us - practical students. I asked for permission to give short speech and faz presented the souvenir on behalf of us. Then we have photo session, and frankly speaking, it's quite a touching moment until i almost cried. *sob* *sob* Then Puan F told us that, it is the first time of company's history where practical student give souvenir to advisor. Huhu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582735301805628882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-aONreh3EM/TXncLasoXdI/AAAAAAAAALI/L8eHx8cHiEI/s320/24022011779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna wish him all the best for his new post in Sibu, and we all gonna miss him. Even though the period that we're under his supervision is so short, and we barely knew him, but i can tell that he's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice guy&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;big heart&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;big smile&lt;/span&gt; =) May God bless him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582734727437309794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JIQr6guuQD0/TXnbp_AjV2I/AAAAAAAAALA/1Z28sjvVgCY/s320/IMG00533-20110225-0954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3037174027615318181?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3037174027615318181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3037174027615318181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3037174027615318181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3037174027615318181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-mr-s.html' title='Goodbye Mr S'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-aONreh3EM/TXncLasoXdI/AAAAAAAAALI/L8eHx8cHiEI/s72-c/24022011779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2830889154696679167</id><published>2011-03-06T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:07:20.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still using diskettes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week, i helped Kak B to sort the documents to be posted to new employers for registration. And one of the jobs is to copy [8a form] as soft copy in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISKETTES&lt;/span&gt;. i repeat. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D.I.S.K.E.T.T.E.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like...What? Diskettes? People outside there still using diskettes huh? Then, me and Alai try to find floppy disk drive on our lappy. Haha. Nope. I didn't find one. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we used one of the enforcement officer's desktop to copy the [8a form] into 200++ copies of diskettes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sambil ngerepak- hairan kenak agik ada org pkey disket. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Then Alai told me that diskettes are much more cheaper than DVDs/CDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before this, Kak B even received a call from employer which complained about the diskettes because the company no longer used any diskette to store their data or information. And they required for CDs to be sent instead of DISKETTES. Huhu~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580890724059471234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIJjzztwIMQ/TXNOi3HWXYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/t25PeKyFzRI/s320/28022011785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2830889154696679167?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2830889154696679167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2830889154696679167&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2830889154696679167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2830889154696679167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-using-diskettes.html' title='Still using diskettes?'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIJjzztwIMQ/TXNOi3HWXYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/t25PeKyFzRI/s72-c/28022011785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2807889531103197057</id><published>2011-03-06T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:51:45.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy, i'm just kidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning had breakfast with my sis and her friends at Mdm Tang. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;maklumlah, mengidam Beef Noodles nya. Nyaman aii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They just arrived on Friday's night and had friendly volley-ball match with UiTM Staffs at UiTM yesterday. They're going back JB tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like usual, my sis likes to tell my childhood story bla..bla..bla.. to her friends. Then i don't know how the joke that i told my mum last month could came out on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time, hehehe...this is not fairytale. My mum called me and ask me how i'm doing for my internship. I told her everything's fine and i can't wait to work and earn money edy. Then she asked me why? I said, "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and until now i regret i said that.&lt;/span&gt; Huh~&lt;/em&gt; I don't know she didn't get my so-called "joke", and she told my daddy, my sis, my bro, my grandmother, my uncles and bla...bla..bla... that - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ALIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MARRY&lt;/span&gt;. Adoi...mummy..mummy...Just kidding lah~ Then until now they always tease me about how much i can't wait to marry~ =.=" I promise myself, i wouldn't tell any jokes to my mummy liao~ *haish*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear mummy, please noted that i would like to finish my Bachelor's Degree a.s.a.p. because i want to earn money and it's time for me to pay you and daddy lor~ You don't know how long is my future list. Believe me. You and daddy are my priority. InsyaAllah. Even though if i'm married, i'm still your daughter mah~ Don't worry and please don't make havoc about my "joke" ok~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#It is undeniable fact that i can't wait to get married. lalalala~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2807889531103197057?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2807889531103197057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2807889531103197057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2807889531103197057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2807889531103197057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/mummy-im-just-kidding.html' title='Mummy, i&apos;m just kidding'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-540320848282167040</id><published>2011-03-05T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:23:21.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alai gets "haywire"~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just know i'm doing my research paper on &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybank2u&lt;/span&gt;, then trigger my memory on the day when Alai gets a little bit "haywire" due to the surprise by &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geli hati bila ngenang balik bah~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That day, Alai got an e-mail from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybank&lt;/span&gt;, regarding her scholarship. But before she can be shortlisted for interview, she had to complete a series of questions - I mean REAL MATH questions. Totally feel pity for her because she had to complete&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28 Qs in 20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(if i'm not mistaken), and me? can only watch because seriously if the question is 1+1=?, i still can answer 2. But those Qs? OMG! I have no idea how Alai can tackle them. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Analyzed graph&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Charts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sales pattern&lt;/span&gt;. Bla..Bla..Bla.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Papers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pencil&lt;/span&gt; were beside her to face the war. Huhu.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580537793552939426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJEY1KFDP98/TXINjmhdeaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AUfM1r4-rlo/s320/24022011777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580538412274387554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NmN1RKCjZMw/TXIOHncJimI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dLyOlB-puQE/s320/24022011776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Best wishes from me to Alai*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-540320848282167040?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/540320848282167040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=540320848282167040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/540320848282167040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/540320848282167040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/03/alai-gets-haywire.html' title='Alai gets &quot;haywire&quot;~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJEY1KFDP98/TXINjmhdeaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AUfM1r4-rlo/s72-c/24022011777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-108299207460775479</id><published>2011-02-28T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:13:03.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are WORDS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just now, during my lunch break, Alesia shown a video - "What are words?" by Chris Medina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like...OMG! T_T &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x dapat tahan gik air mata aku tok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chris Medina- his fiancee suffers brain injury due to a car accident, and yet this guy stay beside her, never walk away from her life circle. NEVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lyrics really remind me of HIM. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May him rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;He once told me he'll never leave me when i need him the most. Yes! He did stand by me, for those rough moments that i went through. He told me, words are not for spoken only, it's from his heart and he would keep it until death taken him away from me. And i know, he kept his words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From "What are words", i can feel the LOVE of Chris for his fiancee, how deep his feeling, and the sorrow inside him. Be strong Chris! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere you go, i'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How every single promise i keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz what kind of guy would i be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i was to leave when you need me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, you say them out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those words, they never go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know an angel was sent just for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i know i'm meant to be where i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm gonna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing right beside her tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm gonna be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you say them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it's love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, you say them out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those words, they never go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhere you go, i'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm gonna be here forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single promise i keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would i be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i was to leave when you need me most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch this video now ===&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQY4dIxY1H4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQY4dIxY1H4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Mr Teddy, would you do the same for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-108299207460775479?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/108299207460775479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=108299207460775479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/108299207460775479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/108299207460775479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-words.html' title='What are WORDS?'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-6194184626760057658</id><published>2011-02-27T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:48:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet! Tweet!</title><content type='html'>When i woke up this morning, i'm not sure what's going on my head, "Twitter" is the first word came across my mind! Haha! Then i browse through my Nokia, download &amp;amp; install the application~ Fuuuhh~&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself, "&lt;em&gt;who should i followed?&lt;/em&gt;" Guess what? My dearest Miss S! Pagi2 buta dah msg Miss S," Morning! Tweet kmk: Xxx. Hehehe. Bruk jak sign up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesti Miss S waktu ya masih kumpul taik mata. Hahaha. *peace ^_^V*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, i received a notification "1 new tweet". Hehehe. Miss S! Pantas &amp;amp; tangkas!&lt;br /&gt;Adoi...Still in learning process to get to know Mr Twitter better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tweet! tweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;#tanpa disedari, kita menjadi "stalker" dalam FB &amp;amp; Twitter =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/159663775858761185-6194184626760057658?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6194184626760057658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=6194184626760057658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6194184626760057658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6194184626760057658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/02/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet! Tweet!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4956847687127106900</id><published>2011-02-24T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:45:04.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you meet this kind of man...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. He wake up in the middle of the night, and yet he replied your messages~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. He answered your call no matter what , even though at 2:30 am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. He requested you to call him when you reach home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Whenever you can't sleep, he'll accompany you (SMS @ call), until you fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. It's rainy day, both of you sharing an umbrella, but he's wet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. Always hold your hand, no matter where both of you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. Willing become the "rubbish bin" for you when you can't finish your food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Never late for your date with him. If you're late, he's still can smile and act nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. Never grumble when you request him to fetch you up~ even though it might require him to drive for few hours~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10. He don't mind to spend his money for you, but he's stingy towards himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. He hug you tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. He remember everything you told him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;13. Help you to open your bottle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;14. Constantly SMS you, and tell you how much he miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Your voice-mail inbox has few messages from him when your hp is low batt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. When you're sick, he's worried about you, and constantly checking on your condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;17. He never leave you when both of you in a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. He admit his fault but never blame you for your wrongdoings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. After a fight, he didn't walk away, but apologize first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;20. Accept you as who you are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;21. Protective towards you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. He think you're funny (even though you're not :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;23. He's taller than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;24. Sometimes he'll sit alone and have a deep thought, but never neglect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. He has few aspects that you admired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;26. Always give you compliment when you success, and never judge you when you failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;27. No secrets between him and you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;28. 100% believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. He's not a sweet talker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30. He's a gamer but he wouldn't neglect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;31. Not a smoker nor a liquor-holic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;32. He'll inform you if he has other plans with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;33. He'll keep in touch with you, when both of you a far apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;34. You're his opinion-seeker for big decision.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;35. He can act like a child when he's with children, and be mature when he's with elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36. He likes you. He didn't make comparison between you and other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;37. He didn't plan to leave your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;38. He appreciate every gift from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;39. He respect other girls, and have appropriate proximity with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;40. He know your friends, and always remind them to take good care of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;41. He's a good listener for your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;42. He will not let you cry. If you cry, he'll hold your tightly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;43. You can find him anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;44. You feel safe when you're in his arms @ shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;45. Feel warm when you're beside him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;46. He's not a man who leave his friends for you, nor leave you for his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;47. YOU'RE THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IN HIS FUTURE PLAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, when you meet this kind of man, NEVER LET HIM GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: I will never let my Mr Teddy go~ =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &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/159663775858761185-4956847687127106900?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4956847687127106900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4956847687127106900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4956847687127106900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4956847687127106900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-meet-this-kind-of-man.html' title='When you meet this kind of man...♥'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2536163413061120124</id><published>2010-12-19T11:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:30:41.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepetang bersama REX~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petang kelmarin, disebabkan kebosanan yang terlampau sangat duduk kat rumah seharian... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku &amp;amp; Mak Ngah aku decide nak keluar. Hah! Problem lagi. Bila dah keluar tu, tak tau nak pergi mne pula~ *sigh~~* Tengah driving tanpa arah tuju, tiba-tiba.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak Ngah(MN) aku cakap:&lt;/strong&gt; "Eeee...Ngah rasa macam mok makan cucur udang jak eh~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku&lt;/strong&gt;:" cucur udang? mk mkn kat cney?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MN:&lt;/strong&gt; "tempat biasa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku:&lt;/strong&gt;" tempat biasa? cney ya?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku plak "blur" sebab tak dapat tangkap apa yang MN nak sampaikan. Huhu~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MN&lt;/strong&gt;:" dekat REX lah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku&lt;/strong&gt;:" Ohhhh...ok.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jadi, dengan penuh gayanya aku memecut ke REX, Rubber Road ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Belakang Singapore Chicken Rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552238713797226498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQ2DsXQOMAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xf4NvEN0_0M/s320/18122010399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kedai kopi ini, ada banyak gerai - Belacan Bee Hoon, Roti Kawin (Kaya Toast), Mi Kolok, Laksa Sarawak, &amp;amp; paling &lt;em&gt;famous- &lt;/em&gt;Cucur Udang &amp;amp; Belacan Bee Hoon. Sebenarnya gerai cucur udang ini dulu2 &lt;em&gt;famous&lt;/em&gt; depan Panggung Wayang REX. Then, operator panggung disuruh pindah. Jadi, gerai itu pun tutup~~ tetapi atas permintaan ramai, tauke cucur udang ini buka balik &lt;em&gt;business&lt;/em&gt; kat Rubber Road, Kuching - Old Rex Cucur Udang Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552239282164536690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQ2ENcljFXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/W8WORmw_x1A/s320/18122010396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cucur terkenal kat OLD REX~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ertambah sedap dimakan bersama Sos Cili yang ditabur &lt;em&gt;Peanut&lt;/em&gt; tumbuk~ *yummy~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, MN cakap nak mkn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belacan Bee Hoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adui...lapar juak Ngah aku tok~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jadi, kami order pula 2 pinggan Belacan Bee Hoon Special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yang &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; ada tambah telur padi. Yang biasa takde telur padi~ =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wanna know what is Belacan Bee Hoon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552240381382678322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQ2FNbfk1zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JJSVll5qheQ/s320/18122010395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ingredients: Bee Hoon, sotong, "tauge", belacan &amp;amp; telur padi~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552240996542288834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQ2FxPJDk8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7-N0tc_tflk/s320/18122010397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[PHENG Belacan Bee Hoon]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;P/s: Sesiapa yang berminat nak &lt;em&gt;try,&lt;/em&gt; just contact me~ i can be your tour guide~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2536163413061120124?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2536163413061120124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2536163413061120124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2536163413061120124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2536163413061120124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/sepetang-bersama-rex.html' title='Sepetang bersama REX~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQ2DsXQOMAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xf4NvEN0_0M/s72-c/18122010399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3029561941563529599</id><published>2010-12-17T14:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:30:37.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot! Woot! Dinner PERKESO 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanggal 12hb Disember, adalah hari yang paling happy bagi aku. Kenapa? DINNER PERKESO!&lt;br /&gt;which mean aku bleh mkn dgn puas~ haha~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the highlight for the night. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tema kami pada malam tu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;PUTIH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~ cute gabungan kedua-dua warna ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551540912465005586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsJC-uGTBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c4KVu25uDOU/s320/12122010383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One day before dinner, aku &amp;amp; alesia tolong Kak L (tingkat 7) balut hadiah untuk sukaneka Family Day PERKESO pagi 12hb, tapi kami-practical student, tak join ler~ ^_^ Jadi secara tidak langsungnya, kami jadi AJK untuk organizer dinner PERKESO tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kacak juak log book aku klak~ hehehe~ Mr S, bagi markah tinggi sikit k~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antara acara dinner kami:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exchange gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Aku dapat apa? Jeng...Jeng..Jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551538660350589106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsG_48LeLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/E2QjW5a-rF0/s320/13122010384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku dah koyak kertas present, tiba2 teringat belum snap snap picture lagi, so lekat balik. Hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551539661488367778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsH6KeBqKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NIGrNVx67UY/s320/13122010385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadaa!! aku dapat periuk stim stainless steel~ *Nak stim pau lah lepas nie~ :P slurrpp~ *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karaoke &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Setiap Unit hantar 2 orang wakil untuk bertanding~ Sepatutnya Fiona pun wakil unit dieorg (Tingkat 7), tapi...last minute tak jadi, sebab die malu~ haha~ Unit aku (Tingkat 5), abg F &amp;amp; abg R yang wakilkan. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woooo~ sik ku sangka2 bleh tahan cdak duak ya berlagu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kid's Fashion Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Anggota2 PERKESO hantar trainee "model" dieorang. Cute!! Ada bakat masuk ANTM... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"king" &amp;amp; "queen" of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Kak KT &amp;amp; Abg N~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsLmP7T75I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Dfhr8POZntg/s1600/12122010360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551543717402505106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsLmP7T75I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Dfhr8POZntg/s200/12122010360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsMMfLSJzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mFNtAjWBdeE/s1600/12122010377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551544374331057970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsMMfLSJzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mFNtAjWBdeE/s200/12122010377.jpg" 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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&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;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Draw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Aku tak dapat apa2 (mcm biasa), tapi boyfie aku dapat! Dapat apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sila scroll ke bawah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tadaa! Boyfie aku dapat OVEN warna hitam~ Woooo~^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Syg, kmk mk biskut k~ pdh dgn mak ktk~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551545877557370242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsNj_IXXYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DuoVHGfB_n0/s200/Photo0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want this theme for my WEDDING~ *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551548053217908722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsPioGQl_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Scsrp29mgPw/s200/12122010382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3029561941563529599?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3029561941563529599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3029561941563529599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3029561941563529599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3029561941563529599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/woot-woot-dinner-perkeso-2010.html' title='Woot! 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Dinner PERKESO 2010!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TQsJC-uGTBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c4KVu25uDOU/s72-c/12122010383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1506087997150912722</id><published>2010-12-07T15:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:16:19.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Back in Action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, Salam Maal Hijrah~ :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tahun baru. Azam baru. Activate blog lama. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Syima, i'm back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Fuuhh~ lama juga aku "retired" kan? xpe2. Has is back in action, with more stories of my life. My journey throughout days, months and years. InsyaAllah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last Wednesday, 1 Dec was my first day of internship in PERKESO with Mr F, Alesia and Fiona. Weee~ tak lah boring sgt sebab ada geng kat tempat tu. Kesian pula mengenangkan classmate2 aku yang lain, sorang2 kat tempat praktikal dieorg~ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tedah kau Nad&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku &amp;amp; Alesia satu group, kami ditempatkan kat &lt;em&gt;Unit Penguatkuasaan&lt;/em&gt;. It sounds like, "Waah! PENGUATKUASAAN!" First thing yang "pop-up" kat mind aku, tangkap! tangkap! org yg tak bayar SOCSO. Haha! Imagine lah aku...g company2 dakwa2 majikan2 yang buat salah. =.= Tapi angan2 tetap jadi angan2~ :) Belum kesampaian lagi kami ikut Enforcement Officers pergi buat siasatan~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr F &amp;amp; Fiona pula kat &lt;em&gt;Unit Faedah&lt;/em&gt;. Mesti korang tertanya2 apa Unit Faedah kan? Tak tertanya2 ke? takpe lah. Aku nak story kat korang gak! ^_^ Unit Faedah ini tempat proses claim pekerja2 yang kemalangan, buat bayaran kat mangsa2 kemalangan~ lebih kurang mcm tu la~ :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kami nie bkn tetap kat satu unit jer. Ada rotate2, supaya kami bleh dapat pengalaman yang banyak dalam field yang pelbagai~ ^_^V &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendly staffs. Cool environment. Awesome classmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547849164863860850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3ra_MocHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IMJAZSQWaXE/s320/DSC02341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kami di PERKESO. yeay! ^_^V&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Looking forward for great internship with PERKESO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1506087997150912722?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1506087997150912722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1506087997150912722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1506087997150912722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1506087997150912722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/has-back-in-action.html' title='Has Back in Action!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3ra_MocHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IMJAZSQWaXE/s72-c/DSC02341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8700541181267528139</id><published>2010-06-06T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T02:38:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last entry~</title><content type='html'>Well...it has been a while i left my blog untouched, and dear bloggers...here, i would like to announce that this would be my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last entry&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm...i'm sure most of you are wondering why I'd made this decision. The answer? i would only like to let it be a secret for myself and almighty HIM. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There so many things that happen around me NOW&lt;/span&gt; and it's very difficult to let them go, struggling me everyday. That's why...NOW i just need my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;own space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sort things out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clear my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then, i'll start my footstep once more in here. All i need is TIME. When i'll gonna be my "premier" after my very own "retirement". I don't know. I really need to breath. Really. Bon Voyage Bloggers. All the best wishes from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8700541181267528139?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8700541181267528139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8700541181267528139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8700541181267528139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8700541181267528139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-last-entry.html' title='My last entry~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8697065156603888301</id><published>2010-05-07T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:04:48.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengorbanan seorang insan yang bernama ibu~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Mama..nak Barbie doll itu.."&lt;br /&gt;"Nina, mama takde wang sekarang. Nanti bila mama ada wang, mama belikan."&lt;br /&gt;"tak nak! tak nak! nak sekarang juga!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nina...dengar lah cakap mama..."&lt;br /&gt;"tak nak! Nina benci mama! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelihatan seorang budak2 merengek2 meminta ibunya beli patung mainan.&lt;br /&gt;Wajah ibu berubah. Si anak menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nina benci mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;si anak menarik tangan yang dipegang oleh si ibu, dan berlari ke arah jalan raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nina !!! jangan!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sekujur tubuh terbaring di atas jalan raya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si anak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbaring di tepi jalan....berusaha untuk bangun mendapatkan si ibu...&lt;br /&gt;berlumuran darah...&lt;br /&gt;titisan air mata terakhir untuk si ibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan turun seolah-olah tutut bersimpati akan kejadian yang menimpa mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Di hospital...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Doktor, macam mana dengan isteri dan anak saya?"&lt;/span&gt; ayah datang...menahan air mata..hati terguris mengenangkan nasib orang-orang yang tersayang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"encik..kami dah cuba sedaya upaya untuk menyelamatkan isteri encik..."&lt;br /&gt;"harap encik bersabar...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"apa??"&lt;/span&gt; ayah sudah terduduk...air mata tidak dapat ditahan lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"anak saya?"&lt;/span&gt; hanya itu yang mampu diucap si ayah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"anak encik selamat. Sekarang masih ditahan di wad ICU. Cuma....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"cuma apa encik? cuma apa? "&lt;/span&gt; si ayah tidak dapat menahan perasaan lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"cuma anak encik akan kehilangan penglihatan kalau pembedahan tidak dijalankan dengan segera..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"hentakan di otak semasa kemalangan telah menjejaskan sistem penglihatan anak encik~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"kami minta maaf.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"apa?? maksud doktor, anak saya akan buta??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"encik, kami sedang berusaha untuk mencari penderma yang sesuai. Kami akan cuba sedaya upaya kami..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"doktor..."&lt;/span&gt; si ayah melutut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"tolong selamatkan anak saya doktor..."&lt;br /&gt;"hanya dia saja yang saya ada sekarang..."&lt;br /&gt;"tolonglah doktor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"doktor, pesakit nak jumpa doktor sebentar."&lt;/span&gt; Semua pandangan tertumpu ke arah jururawat tersebut. Si ayah masih melutut. Menangis teresak-esak. Tangisan seorang suami dan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Selepas dua minggu....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nina...ayah datang jemput Nina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"ayah, mana mama?"&lt;/span&gt; si anak baru sedar dari koma, mencari-cari kelibat ibunya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"mama tak dapat datang Nina..."&lt;/span&gt; titisan air mata si ayah menyentuh jiwa sesiapa yang melihatnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"kenapa mama tak dapat datang? Mama tak sayang Nina lagi ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"bukan Nina...mama sayang sangat kat Nina.. Cuma..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"tipu!! memang mama tak sayang Nina lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"mama tak nak Nina lagi kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Pap!"&lt;/span&gt; satu tamparan hinggap di pipi si anak~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nina! jangan sesekali Nina cakap begitu lagi! "&lt;/span&gt; si anak hanya tertunduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Mama Nina sangat sayangkan Nina! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Tanpa mama...Nina tak kan nampak ayah lagi hari ini!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ayah...apa yang ayah cakapkan? "&lt;/span&gt; si anak kehairanan...esakan tangis semakin kuat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nina.."&lt;/span&gt; si ayah duduk sebelah anak~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"sebenarnya...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(2 minggu sebelumnya..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Puan? kenapa puan nak jumpa saya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Puan ada rasa sakit ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doktor..." si ibu berusaha untuk bangun..tapi dihalang oleh jururawat yang menjaganya...&lt;br /&gt;"Doktor...saya tahu, saya tak dapat nak hidup lama lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang berada di dalam bilik, termasuk si ayah, hanya mampu tertunduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya juga tahu..." si ibu berusaha nak menyambungkan ayatnya. Nafas yang kencang menandakan si ibu tidak dapat bertahan lagi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya juga tahu...anak saya akan buta kalau tidak ada penderma mata...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anak saya pandai doktor...dia bercita-cita nak jadi doktor satu hari nanti..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalau dia buta...hancurlah masa depan dia doktor..." nafas semakin kencang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jadi...doktor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ambil lah mata saya ini doktor...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tolonglah doktor...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biarpun saya tidak ada lagi di dunia ini...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sayan harap mata saya ini lah yang dapat membantu Nina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"menerangi hidup Nina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"menemani Nina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tolonglah doktor..." si ayah datang membantu si ibu mengucap dua kalimah syahadah...genggaman erat menunjukkan betapa dalamnya kasih si suami terhadap si isteri~ Kucupan terakhir dibagi di dahi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ibu memejam mata.. menghembuskan nafas terakhir...senyuman di bibir menunjukkan si ibu redha dengan tentuan illahi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tidak!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mama!! Mama!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Maafkan Nina mama!!" si anak hanya mampu meraung-raung...&lt;br /&gt;memanggil-manggil ibu yang tak kan kembali lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama!! maafkan Nina..."&lt;br /&gt;"jangan tinggalkan Nina..mama..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu, Umi, Mama, Mummy...&lt;br /&gt;apa sahaja gelaran untuk insan yang melahirkan kita...&lt;br /&gt;dia tetap SATU...&lt;br /&gt;dia tetap yang berkorban apa sahaja...&lt;br /&gt;dia tetap yang berdiri di sisi kita ketika kita memerlukan nya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa angkuhnya kita, bila kita berjaya...&lt;br /&gt;Betapa lalainya kita, bila kita gembira...&lt;br /&gt;Betapa kita melupakan jasa dan pengorbanan insan yang bergelar ibu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masihkah kita ingat?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana ibu mendodoikan kita, sedangkan ibu menahan ngantuknya...&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana ibu menyuapkan kita dengan sesudu nasi, sedangkan ibu menahan laparnya..&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana ibu membalut luka kita, sedangkan luka di hatinya tiada siapa yang tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku pohon keampunan darimu ibu..&lt;br /&gt;atas segala silap ku...&lt;br /&gt;Halalkan makan minum ku...&lt;br /&gt;Doakan aku berjaya di dunia dan di akhirat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Selamat Hari Ibu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;_Haslina Hashim_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8697065156603888301?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8697065156603888301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8697065156603888301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8697065156603888301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8697065156603888301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/05/pengorbanan-seorang-insan-yang-bernama.html' title='Pengorbanan seorang insan yang bernama ibu~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3948564576030537454</id><published>2010-04-17T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:50:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keputusan telah ku genggam..tetapi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku?...@.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIA teramat baik buat ku~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berusaha untuk mengambil hatiku~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berusaha untuk menjagaku~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berusaha untuk melindungiku~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Berusaha untuk segala-galanya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak pernah buat baik kat DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak pernah pandai menjaga hati DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memang tak layak untuk DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keputusan di tanganku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tetapi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HATIKU MASIH ADA DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku mengharapkan yang terbaik untuk DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan aku tahu aku BUKAN yang TERBAIK untuk DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mungkin ada seseorang yang lebih baik diriku ini~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untuk DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya dengan melepaskan DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIA akan bahagia~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya dengan melepaskan DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tak kan menyusahkan DIA lagi~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanya untuk DIA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*DIA tetap di hatiku*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3948564576030537454?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3948564576030537454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3948564576030537454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3948564576030537454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3948564576030537454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/04/keputusan-telah-ku-genggamtetapi.html' title='Keputusan telah ku genggam..tetapi...'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1102382305087495594</id><published>2010-04-08T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:33:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biarlah aku hayut~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hati aku beberapa hari ini memang teramat kalut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fikiran pun teramat serabut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mungkin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku patut mendiamkan diri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menjauhkan diri daripada semua orang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terasa pengkhianatan berlaku tetapi terpaksa ku simpan dalam hati..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tidak ingin ku mengalutkan apa yang telah kalut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terasa fitnah berlaku ke atas diriku ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tetapi hati aku menyuruh aku bersabar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sekiranya kata-kata seorang hamba itu lebih dipercayai daripada seorang sahabat yang telah lama dikenali...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku hanya mampu mendiamkan diri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarlah diri aku yang jadi pihak yang bersalah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biarlah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tak terdaya melawan lagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biar saja aku hanyut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ingin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lari dari sini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buat selama-lamanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1102382305087495594?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1102382305087495594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1102382305087495594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1102382305087495594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1102382305087495594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/04/biarlah-aku-hayut.html' title='Biarlah aku hayut~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1856763003046768209</id><published>2010-03-25T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:23:41.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cikgu, gigi kmk patah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6txK3qwMUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VTgjRXctEe0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452576205418017090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6txK3qwMUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VTgjRXctEe0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Begitulah karenah anak murid aku pada hari pertama aku mengajar di Pusat Tuisyen Mr Lim, yang terletak di belakang UiTM sahaja. Masih ku ingat..&lt;br /&gt;Pada satu malam yang suam-suam panas (nasib baik pusat tuisyen ada air-cond),&lt;br /&gt;aku dalam kelas bersama beberapa orang anak murid yang comel - dan nakal... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ok class, do you understand?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Yes teacher..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Now, we see page...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Cikgu, gigi kmk patah!"&lt;/span&gt; Fakhri yang paling nakal tetapi paling suka duduk depan, tiba-tiba berdiri sambil menutup mulutnya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hah?? Apa?"&lt;/span&gt; Semua mata tertumpu ke arah Fakhri~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Kejap cikgu! kejap! kmk pergi tandas kejap cikgu!"&lt;/span&gt; tanpa menjawab persoalan aku, si Fakhri berlari ke arah tandas tanpa menoleh belakang lagi. Aku pula "blur"....@.@ Anak-anak murid ku yang terganggu sebentar tadi mula buat bising~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ok class..keep quiet! Now, we continue to page...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba..(sekali lagi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Cikgu! Cikgu! tok gigi kmk!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yarabbi..sabar jak aku dengan miak tk&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;Fakhri berlari masuk balik ke kelas sambil menunjuk giginya yang telah tercabut... @.@ dengan muka yang teramat ceria~ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aku pun sik faham~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Gigi? tengok?"&lt;/span&gt; aku pun &lt;em&gt;curious &lt;/em&gt;juga..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Aok eh..gigi ktk dah tercabut. Berdarah sik? Cikgu tengok jap."&lt;/span&gt; Dengan aksi macam doktor gigi, aku pun arahkan Fakhri buka mulutnya, dan check "keadaan kecemasan" tadi~ hmm..ok jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Cikgu! Cikgu! tengok! gigi kmk!" &lt;/span&gt;Fakhri masih tidak puas hati...haiyo..kemudian semua geng-geng dia mengelilingi si Fakhri semata-mata nak tengok gigi dia...si Fakhri pula bangga menunjuk-nunjuk giginya...@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Dah! Dah! Class..sit down! kalau tak, nanti cikgu rotan!"&lt;/span&gt; semua terdiam...(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dalam hati aku: hohoho...tauk pun takut!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Fakhri, simpan gigi ktk ya. &lt;em&gt;(arah aku sambil menghulurkan tisu)&lt;/em&gt;. Balik rumah tunjuk kat mak ktk, faham?"&lt;/span&gt; Fakhri hanya angguk-angguk jer...Hah! baru tau betapa "garang"nya cikgu ini~ huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian lah sedikit sebanyak pengalaman hari pertama aku jadi cikgu tuisyen yang "garang"- konon2nya lah.. :) Sebelum ini, memang mummy aku bising apabila aku menyampaikan hasrat aku untuk buat part-time, tapi setelah aku pujuk-pujuk dan buktikan yang part-time ini tidak effect study aku, mummy aku pun setuju dan bagi syarat : &lt;strong&gt;Asalkan jangan kacau study aku. Kalau tidak, kena quit serta-merta.&lt;/strong&gt; Baiklah bos! arahan diterima~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*doa2kan lah aku supaya menjadi cikgu yang baik dan berupaya untuk membantu bakal-bakal pemimpin negara kita ini. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chewah! ayat tak bleh blah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1856763003046768209?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1856763003046768209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1856763003046768209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1856763003046768209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1856763003046768209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/03/cikgu-gigi-kmk-patah.html' title='Cikgu, gigi kmk patah!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6txK3qwMUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VTgjRXctEe0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-5176551789008657747</id><published>2010-03-25T15:23:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:46:55.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i love you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hujung minggu lepas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after aku siapkan assignment essay Channel aku,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Towards Retail Excellence: A case study of e-Mart, Kuching Branch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku pun duduk lah depan lappy kesayangan aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm...apa nak buat ek?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hakikatnya memang BANYAK lagi assignment nak buat, tapi mood xde lagi after siapkan channel tu...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, aku browse lah collection movie yang aku ada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Blogger Boy - season 1"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoho..hentam jer lah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tengok punya tengok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sampai babak si Nina bagi sticky note kat Budi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*awwww...so sweet...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeng...Jeng..Jeng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;datang idea aku secara tiba-tiba..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aku pun click lah "Paint" dalam lappy aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, berikut adalah hasil kerja aku untuk DIA. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second day, aku bagi lah kat DIA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first2 DIA tengok xde respond...&lt;em&gt;kurang asam alu jak..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, waktu lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIA bagitahu aku:" Thanks Syg...B terharu. Sik pernah ada orang polah cmtk dengan B."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P *bahagianya aku*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harap maaf kalau lukisan aku buruk~ hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sU4BjjY9I/AAAAAAAAAII/7GXiKWUC0to/s1600/WHY+I+LOVE+U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452474726584902610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sU4BjjY9I/AAAAAAAAAII/7GXiKWUC0to/s320/WHY+I+LOVE+U.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452470381405000914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sQ7Gf71NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/EUdB4iPVPg4/s320/reason+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452470543854479058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sREjq6JtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MmI8fNLlWGI/s320/14+feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452470767366157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sRRkUPtmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n8Rdqqj3NR8/s320/reason+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452471145926479298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sRnmkDzcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cz6vqayCT88/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452471440102264578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sR4udCDwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/w_i6cr_64zI/s320/reason+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452471910566348274" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sT1PtzPsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ximznC-IRKI/s320/jgn+pdh+cmya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452473844709826498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sUEsUJn8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HVDnJoibPMY/s320/care+about+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452474151495436306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sUWjLiiBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HCNYSVuqSlA/s320/demam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452474366404699058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sUjDx5o7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dfhd4fxmYwY/s320/because+u+loved+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452474540576232754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sUtMnoVTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ciYcYYHlw_A/s320/u+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks for being there for me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Thanks for loving me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Thanks for everything*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I love you~ and there will be no one like you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-5176551789008657747?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5176551789008657747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=5176551789008657747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5176551789008657747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5176551789008657747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-love-you.html' title='Why i love you?'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S6sU4BjjY9I/AAAAAAAAAII/7GXiKWUC0to/s72-c/WHY+I+LOVE+U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4701099842961749628</id><published>2010-02-27T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:41:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rupa-rupanya masih ada CINTA~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S4ia0bUNp3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NdqohgEzppM/s1600-h/imagesCA8UBZE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442770375153657714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S4ia0bUNp3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NdqohgEzppM/s400/imagesCA8UBZE3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelmarin aku lunch kat KFC Tabuan, just a light meal, untuk isi perut yang bergendang dari pagi...Selepas aku park kereta aku depan KFC, mata aku terus tertumpu kat seorang pak cik tua yang duduk di depan KFC. Depan pak cik tua itu ada sebuah "keyboard" elektrik yang sederhana besar. Pak cik itu sedang memegang sebuah radio kecil yang teramat usang dan tangannya memutar2 sesuatu untuk mencari signal. Aku dapat lihat...pak cik tua itu mengalami masalah penglihatan, ermm..dalam bahasa lain, BUTA. Kedudukan posisi pak cik tua itu kebetulan berada di pintu masuk KFC, aku memerhati orang di sekeliling yang lalu-lalang di depan pak cik itu, tiada satu pun yang toleh ke arah pak cik tua itu. Hati aku terdetik :"Tiada belas kasihan kah yang timbul di benak hati mereka?". Walaupun mata pak cik itu buta, tapi aku dapat lihat ada sinar cahaya di sebalik mukanya yang suram itu. Aku dapat merasai apa yang pak cik itu rasa, apa yang pak cik itu harapkan..hanya satu harapan, harapan untuk mendapat belas kasihan dari orang. Tin kosong di depan pak cik itu kekal kosong. Aku turun dari kereta dengan hati yang berat, yang pilu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari yang panas terik...pak cik itu masih duduk di bangku kecilnya, menunggu simpati orang ramai. Tiba-tiba aku rasa bersalah, aku berada di tempat yang sejuk dan selesa, tapi pak cik itu berpanas dan menunggu simpati untuk mendapat sesuap nasi. Kelihatan pak cik itu meraba-raba mencari tongkatnya, dan berdiri berjalan ke tempat yang lebih teduh. KFC di depan mata aku tak disentuh2 lagi. Mata aku mengekori kelibat pak cik itu, pada masa yang sama, aku memerhati tin kosong pak cik itu, takut dicuri orang. Selepas beberapa minit, pak cik itu datang balik dan duduk menghadap "keyboard"nya. Aku mempercepatkan proses mengisi perut aku. Tiba-tiba, ada seorang budak perempuan kecil yang comel, berjalan menuju ke arah pak cik tua itu. Mengeluarkan RM1 dan syilling2 dari poketnya dan "tong" "tong" "tong" masuk dalam tin kosong yang kini tidak kosong lagi. Dalam hati aku, "alhamdulilah..rupa-rupanya masih ada CINTA di dunia ini. " Aku perasan beberapa pasang mata orang dewasa memerhati gerak geri kanak-kanak itu. Tidak lama kemudian, beberapa orang yang berada di luar KFC pun mengeluarkan duit dari poket dan dompet masing2. Hati aku lega..Because of a simple act of a child, mereka terdetik hati untuk beramal. Mungkin malu dengan sikap yang endah tak endah masing2, mungkin terbuka hati untuk menolong pak cik yang berpanas dan kasihan itu...May God bless you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun tanpa membuang masa lagi, keluar dari KFC dan mengeluarkan segala yang ada di dalam poket aku. Walaupun tidak banyak, tapi aku harap dapat membantu pak cik itu melalui hari-hari yang susah..hari-hari di mana pak cik itu terpaksa mengikat perut...Aku tertanya-tanya, di mana ahli keluarga pak cik itu..di mana anak-anak pak cik itu..di mana pergi CINTA dan KASIH SAYANG orang sekeliling pak cik tua itu~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hari yang meninggalkan kesan yang mendalam dalam hatiku*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-4701099842961749628?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4701099842961749628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4701099842961749628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4701099842961749628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4701099842961749628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/rupa-rupanya-masih-ada-cinta.html' title='Rupa-rupanya masih ada CINTA~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S4ia0bUNp3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NdqohgEzppM/s72-c/imagesCA8UBZE3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1643665315020878313</id><published>2010-02-20T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:44:45.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new EXPENSIVE dream~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mahal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cita&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;syg&lt;/span&gt; ya~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received this message after i told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; about my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cita&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cita&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt;.. which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Huhu&lt;/span&gt;..Actually it's my long long buried hobby, but financial constraint restrict me from actively involved in this field. But after i mix around and have few of my friends that is "pro" in this field, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; slowly falling in love again in photography~ Well, FYI, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not from wealthy family and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fully "sponsored" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PTPTN&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to use those money to fulfill my dream. As a beginner, my target is &lt;strong&gt;Nikon D3000&lt;/strong&gt; [Single-Lens Reflex Digital Camera] which cost around RM1,800. Huh~ *sweat* So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; start to save money SLOWLY, and hope one day i can have my own &lt;strong&gt;Nikon D3000&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sikit&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sikit&lt;/span&gt; lama-lama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt;~ Actually Mr L would like to sell his Canon , at RM1,600, but he wants cash on delivery. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; pass.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry Mr L, can't meet your requirement. :) If i told my family, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure that they will mumbling and i don't wish to troubled them. As i always told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;, :" ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;suruh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;belajar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt;". I'll make sure that i own the Nikon by my own effort and sweat, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;of course, if got sponsorship, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be very very very HAPPY!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll end my story about my "new" dream here. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adios Amigos~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Happy that i found the feeling back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440289580019554130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S3_KjJRTF1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/K1ZihcCbts8/s400/200x200_NK-D3000-AFS1855-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nikon D3000~ Wait for me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1643665315020878313?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1643665315020878313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1643665315020878313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1643665315020878313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1643665315020878313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-expensive-dream.html' title='My new EXPENSIVE dream~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/S3_KjJRTF1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/K1ZihcCbts8/s72-c/200x200_NK-D3000-AFS1855-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-849744148315481503</id><published>2010-01-30T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:26:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Coconut" is out of service~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly i remembered what my lecturer said last semester when i asked him a question, :" Use your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mah...think mah.." Haiz...the lecturer pissed me off and i felt like want to quit the subject! the sentence &lt;em&gt;:"use your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt; mah..."&lt;/em&gt; kept on repeating in my head until now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt;" actually is referred to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As my post titled, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt;" is out of service!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My BRAIN is getting too exhausted since i have TONS of assignments to be done before my Chinese New Year break, and 3 tests a week before the break! haiya! my "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coconut&lt;/span&gt;" can't function very well anymore, and here i would like to apologize to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt; first:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Dear Nad, i'm sorry if you see me very very stressful ok...there're too many things to do yet i don't know where to start. Please be patient and remind me if i forget to update myself for our assignments ok...my "coconut" is out of service liao, and i think i'm going to get fever...SOON.. need your support a lot from time to time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me do a little bit calculation here:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Channel management + Ethnic Relations + Environmental Marketing + Service Marketing + E-Commerce = STRESS! STRESS! STRESS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh~ If i'm in cartoon or animation, i'm sure now my hair will stand up like crazy girl who escape from Mile 7. @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*So many things to be done in so little time*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-849744148315481503?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/849744148315481503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=849744148315481503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/849744148315481503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/849744148315481503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/coconut-is-out-of-service.html' title='&quot;Coconut&quot; is out of service~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-5419252281420050911</id><published>2010-01-22T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:01:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalgamasi~</title><content type='html'>Huhu...mesti korang terpinga-pinga..apa kah yang ingin diceritakan aku..&lt;br /&gt;seperti tajuk di atas...&lt;br /&gt;mari kita mengikuti kisah berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada petang 21 Januari 2010 yang agak suam-suam panas + sejuk , kelas CTU dihadiri oleh Ustaz Ahmad Rozaini yang tak kurang hebatnya dari Raja Lawak, agak2nya kalau ustaz itu tak mengajar, maybe ustaz itu jadi Raja Lawak kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hubungan Etnik" adalah salah satu subjek yang paling aku suka. Mengapa? sebab subjek itu dalam Bahasa Melayu! yeay! hehe..selain itu, aku pun suka ustaz itu. Slot 2 - 4 petang setiap hari khamis memang ditunggu-tunggu aku.. :P Tidak kering gusi kami oleh ustaz yang sporting itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kembali kepada kisah sebenar..&lt;br /&gt;"Amalgamasi" adalah budaya baru yang muncul dengan adanya perkahwinan campur antara etnik yang berlainan. Cewah! Skemanya ayat. Setelah ustaz explain term "amalgamasi" itu, dia pun cari lah sasaran untuk dikenakan...toleh kiri dan kanan...kanan ke kiri lagi...sasaran itu mengena kat Haslina Hashim, iaitu AKU! @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dia pun tanya:" Awak...bapa awak Melayu ke mak awak Melayu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku :" Bapa. Mak Cina."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ustaz:" Hmmm...Melayu makan pakai tangan, Cina makan pakai Chopstick. So, awak makan pakai apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku (dengan selambanya):" Sudu lah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ustaz:" Hah! Kelas! ini adalah contoh "amalgamasi" yang berjaya! Budaya Baru!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sambil menunjuk ke arah aku) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahahaha..ustaz and geng2 kelas aku pun gelak jer...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kurang asam ustaz tok. sabar jak aku.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Amalgamasi telah di"cop" kat dahi aku buat selama-lamanya*&lt;/strong&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/159663775858761185-5419252281420050911?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5419252281420050911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=5419252281420050911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5419252281420050911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5419252281420050911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/amalgamasi.html' title='Amalgamasi~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-6885069715100454172</id><published>2010-01-18T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:47:00.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away~</title><content type='html'>*sigh* It have been raining almost everyday for the whole week already. I'm not giving the statement that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not being grateful for what God gives us -RAIN, but the weather also effect my mood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLUEs&lt;/span&gt;~ Walking down the corridor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Serapi&lt;/span&gt; give me the sense of LAZY. Hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; ain't work for me anymore. The drops of rains always remind me of HIM. That's why when it's rain, it tears my heart apart too. The significant of rain suppose to be REFRESHING, but me? SAD and LAZY..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my laundry 3 days ago, and yet....my clothes still hanging there, wet+smelly...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@ How should i expect to be productive when my brain is freezing by the cold wind, as if the wind is part of me, become my shadow and follow me everywhere. That's what i called - BRAIN FREEZE. Lecture in classes failed to make me to boost up my spirit even though they make jokes. I hate this feeling - being "blur" in the class, because it's hard for me to "upload" the information that was given by the lecturer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. As a second semester students, "blur" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;syndrome&lt;/span&gt; is not a good sign because it means: "HAS! you have a train to catch!". 12 weeks left and yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still don't have the spirit of 2010! Where's my determination for 2010? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BLUEs&lt;/span&gt; everyday*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-6885069715100454172?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6885069715100454172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=6885069715100454172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6885069715100454172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6885069715100454172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8151330030916511768</id><published>2010-01-12T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:31:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serapi oh Serapi~</title><content type='html'>Sudah 2 hari aku bermalam di Kolej Seri Serapi Blok 3 setelah berpindah secara rasminya dari bilik Syimah, hari sabtu yang lalu. Hehe. Memang aku &amp;amp; Nad menjadi roomate illegal yang berusaha tidak menyusahkan Syimah, tapi aku rasa Zana adalah orang yang paling happy tengok Nad di biliknya. Seperti biasa, jeritan "B.....!!!" memang akan kedengaran dari mulut Zana. Huhu. Maklumlah cousin kesayangan Zana. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first opinion towards the room 3311 is - Arghh!! Tilam suck! Geli! Geli! Teramat kotor. So, solution untuk masalah tilam, aku dengan Ros pergi beli cadar tilam yang berharga RM13++ di Teck Kong, Tabuan. Huhu. Kami pastikan tilam itu dibalut sepenuhnya, then kami pasang cadar kami sendiri. Hehe. Huh~~ Leganya.. :) Sebab tidak perlu tengok "peta2" atas tilam dalam bilik itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomate2 aku - Amy &amp;amp; Bey belum masuk bilik lagi. Sebabnya? entahlah.. huhu.. Keboringan aku dengan Ros dalam bilik tanpa kedua-dua "penghibur" itu. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, aku agak berpuas hati dengan keadaan bilik aku setelah aku dengan Ros bersihkan debu yang setebal 2 inci yang bertapa di setiap pelusuk bilik kami. ok lah ya.. janji bersih. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi...ada sesuatu yang aku PALING tak suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C.I.C.A.K!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teramatlah besar cicak2 yang berlegaran di level kami. Huh~ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Nad...kau jangan tetak(ketawa), tunggu kau bila ada "beringin" kat level kau...huhu*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak faham kenapa cicak2 di UiTM ini teramat lah BESAR! Hishh...Geli! Geli!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about cicak, aku teringat waktu aku, Ros, Nad illegal kat bilik Syimah:&lt;br /&gt;One night..&lt;br /&gt;waktu aku tengah online pakai broadband Hijau yang cute milik Syimah...&lt;br /&gt;semua orang dah tidur..&lt;br /&gt;Ros kat bawah..&lt;br /&gt;Nad kat katil Zana..&lt;br /&gt;Then, tiba-tiba aku merasakan sesuatu sedang merayap atas lantai...%$#@&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku perhatikan betul2...&lt;br /&gt;It's the LIZARD! Huh!&lt;br /&gt;Dan ia sedang merayap atas rambut Ros!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus menyambar buku "Perlembagaan Malaysia" milik library UiTM...&lt;br /&gt;dan..."Pap"! cicak itu "terbang" entah ke mana... hahaha..lega... :)&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya....&lt;br /&gt;UiTM penternak CICAK yang berjaya.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seronok online menggunakan wireless Serapi03*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: further more post about my campus life so far.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8151330030916511768?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8151330030916511768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8151330030916511768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8151330030916511768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8151330030916511768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2010/01/serapi-oh-serapi.html' title='Serapi oh Serapi~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4128469596657309179</id><published>2009-12-30T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:44:23.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010:New page of my life!</title><content type='html'>Well..it’s have been a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG time&lt;/span&gt; I didn’t update my blog, and my bestie- Syimah urged me to update it, and she said she miss my post. Last night I got a message from Nad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;“……Syimah dh menyeru kau, blog kau dah berdebu2….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syimah, kmk menyahut seruan mu!&lt;/span&gt; ^.^ if the blog is in the form of book, I think it’ll get really dusty already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year 2010 is just around the corner, and tomorrow will be the day where we all have so-called “countdown” to celebrate the New Year. While I’m writing this post, i’m having thoughts about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and would like to share with you here. As my blog’s title :”&lt;strong&gt;Ini Kisah Hidup Aku&lt;/strong&gt;”..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.E.W. Y.E.A.R. – what does it really means to you? Does it mean celebration? Partying? And some might answer “AZAM BARU”. Last few days, I met someone and I’m surprise HE have his hair cut, and before this his hair is really LONG. Then I asked him:” &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xxx, kenak ktk potong rambut?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” xxx:”&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;azam baru bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”  Then, I know…everyone is putting their hope and dreams on NEW YEAR, and hope things in their life will get better with the “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AZAM BARU&lt;/span&gt;”, and me too. I hope my “story” of NEW YEAR will get better than before and I do hope that with my “AZAM BARU” will give my “novel of life” a new page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2009 is a tough year for me because there’re a lot of crisis – family problems &amp;amp; friendship. Both gave a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; lesson that I’ll never forget. InsyaAllah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 also is a year where I met HIM. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;I guess Syimah, Nad &amp;amp; Zana tersengih-sengih because they know who is him. :P&lt;/em&gt; I never imagine that I’ll have someone SPECIAL after I’m in my Bachelor Degree because frankly speaking, I’m lack of self-confidence on my appearance. Well, you can’t expect me to be confident after someone told me :” &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re fat and I’m ashamed of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” Right? Hmm..close that story. Back to HIM.  How should I describe him huh? He’s nice, sweet, caring, and funny, sometimes have high jealousy. Hehe. Then he told me that :” &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeles ya akan ada bila kita benar2 sayang kat orang ya bah.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ya..ya..ya..surrender jak aku oleh nya… He’s really different from my ex. I don’t know how to define DIFFERENT in himself, maybe the feeling when I’m with him is totally different when I’m with my ex. So far, he never scold me, talk loudly to me, or “control” me. He wanted to bring me to meet his parents but…I haven’t ready yet. Slow and steady bah…even me haven’t ready to introduce him to my family. How to say it oh? My sister haven’t got a BF, and my brother only bring my sister-in-law to our house after they got engaged (p/s: my mummy and daddy met her already before.) So, it’s kindda weird if I bring my BF to meet my parents. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, close the topic about him, I guess if I kept on writing about him, the whole blog is not enough for me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009- is also the year where I think I’d become more mature. (at least me myself think so, because my friends still said that I’m childish. Haha.) I learned that the world of my parents now is not only have HASLINA HASHIM, but they have new “baby”-MUHD FAZEEM DANIAL. I cant deny that I’m jealous when all the attention is on him only. Huh! Jealous! Jealous! Then I cant lie to myself anymore that I’m old, I mean REALLY OLD already to be pampered by my parents. Haha. No wonder sometimes my youngest brother cant stand me for being so “manja” with my parents, now I guess he’ll said :”padan muka.”  That’s why when I told my friends that I’m the third in the family, no one will believe. Then I realize…HASLINA HASHIM! Be mature! Well, that’s my first “AZAM BARU” for 2010! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;M.A.T.U.R.E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010- is also the “new book” for me in my Bachelor Degree. It’s my second semester, and here I will like to confess that my result for my first semester which is S.U.C.K! I know I can do it better and I know some of people around me are disappointed when they know my result. No more hope for ANC! Hmm..that’s why &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;D.E.K.A.N&lt;/span&gt; is my second wish for 2010. Amin~ I hope that I can get rid of my BIGGEST enemy in myself which is MALAS! Malas buat short notes, malas buat past-year papers, malas mahu jumpa lecturers.. in short, Haslina Hashim..don’t complain what’ve you got, padan muka! So, 2010- I hope that I really can work my ass off to earn back my spirit, my dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;B.E.T.T.E.R H.E.A.L.T.H&lt;/span&gt;. As all my friends know, 2009 is my worst year because I get a lot of MC! And I missed TONS of classes and I have to work really hard to “catch-up”. FEVER almost twice a month is not a good new for a new-comer like me in Bachelor Degree. It’s getting worst when I got my 7 days MC because I’m suspected H1N1 and was sent back to Sibu by Dr Kamaruddin. Huh! I missed my Dekan ceremony, I missed my Marketers Annual Dinner, I even troubled my MR group members because they have to work like hell to submit the proposal and report, while I’m on my bed at Sibu. I’m really sorry because only two of them have to do it. I hate myself for being so weak, and troubled others. T.T Not only the H1N1 incident, I even get sick during my final exam last semester! What the @#$%.  I cried and I’m really stressed because I don’t have any idea anymore how to avoid myself for being sick. For a student, who get sick during final exam, there’s only one answer :”Pray really hard to GOD.” Well, I’m grateful that I’d pass all the subjects, but I’m disappointed because I didn’t reach my target, correctly, it’s FAR FAR away from my target actually. Dear God, Please give me strength and good health..i lay my path and fate to You…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;S.L.I.M?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. It’s funny because being SLIM is my EVERY NEW YEAR wish and as you can see, It didn’t comes true. Haha. For a gastric patient like me, it’s hard for me to get on diet. If I don’t eat, of course the answer is GASTRIC! If I eat a little bit, I can only stand for a few hours, then I get hungry again, when I’m hungry, the gastric will come to “visit” me. Huhu. So, tell me, how should I can slim huh? Susah..susah..i’m envy with my friends who are slim and pretty. I mean ALL my friends are slim and pretty. Only me is FAT. Huhu. Haslina Hashim! Aja Aja FIGHTING! Well, during my whole week of H1N1 MC, I did loss a few KG of weight. Hehe. Imagine that I didn’t eat any rice for the whole week, only few spoons of porridge and glasses of water. Surprisingly I didn’t get any gastric! Huhu. So, can I use that method for 2010? No rice huh? Ntah…haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010- Be a good Alin for my parents, a good sister for my siblings, a good niece for my auntie, a good Udak for my nephew, a good Has for all my friends, a good Sayang for him, and most important thing: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A better person&lt;/span&gt;. The song “Better man” now is playing in my head. How should we define “Better Person” huh? For me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muhasabah diri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. During this not-so-long semester break, I did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muhasabah diri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at home and I realize that I’m such a jerk before. Never realize that how lucky I am to have people around me that love me and being so patient towards me. I hope I can be a better person in the future and I’m looking forward for my friends’ support. PLEASE do correct me when I’m wrong, do urged me when I’m procrastinate, do scold me when I’m over my boundaries, so remind me when I forget. I promise myself, in order to be a better HASLINA HASHIM, I’ll accept all the critics with all my heart and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the quote that I read from somewhere:” &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Think and use your heart, not your head.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You’ll see the world differently when you DID see it differently*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it’s 3 a.m already and my eyes already half-closed. Here, I will like to wish all my FRIENDS: Happy New Year 2010! May God bless you, and you have my pray~ Lets us make the year of 2010 to be a memorable year and better than the years before~ Love you all! XOXO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-4128469596657309179?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4128469596657309179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4128469596657309179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4128469596657309179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4128469596657309179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010new-page-of-my-life.html' title='2010:New page of my life!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-9088902168089548290</id><published>2009-08-30T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:50:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syimah, i miss u~</title><content type='html'>As my title, i'm sure u guys will know that- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss Syimah a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmm...actually, i have a lot of things to share with Syimah..lots of nagging here and there..but i just can't find a right person like u- Syimah..we're far apart from each other..(&lt;em&gt;quite far lah..she's at Seri Gading, me at Seri Serapi&lt;/em&gt;). Furthermore, she's taking Bachelor in Finance, i'm taking Bachelor in Marketing. Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;At first, i can't get used with my new room since i've been Syimah's roomate for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 years&lt;/span&gt; man! suddenly everything have changed and i lost my path. ~&gt;.&lt;~&lt;br /&gt;I  just hope that i can "lepak" at her room for a night. Just ONE night is enough for me. But i'm too busy...T.T Syimah, just wait for me ok..I want to tell you about "F"..hehe.. :P about my study..my family..and a lot a lot of things..just like always..you and me.."gossip"-ing...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;MISS U my dear bestie! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO..take care..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-9088902168089548290?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9088902168089548290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=9088902168089548290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/9088902168089548290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/9088902168089548290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/syimah-i-miss-u.html' title='Syimah, i miss u~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-511292345676917091</id><published>2009-08-23T04:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:19:08.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahur oh Sahur~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to buka puasa with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syimah, Ros, Faris &amp;amp; Fatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. At first, i planned with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ros, Fatin &amp;amp; Faris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; only..i'm totally forgot that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syimah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is at hostel too. Then, when i reach Unimas area, i suddenly remember that Syimah didn't go back to his brother's house. Then, i message her&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,(with one hand driving, one hand messaging... :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" Jom buka puasa kat luar. Kmk ambik. On the way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syimah:" Jauh ktk mk ambik kmk."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:" Kmk dah kat Unimas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syimah:" oh, ok lah.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, i arrived &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kolej Seri Gading&lt;/span&gt;,Waaah...miss there A LOT! and i miss &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2B0106 &lt;/span&gt;too~ huhu..After i fetch Syimah, we went to fetch Ros and Fatin at Serapi. Finally, fetch Faris at his house. We went buka puasa at Oten, Samarahan area. I'm sure you guys will wonder why i drive so far from &lt;strong&gt;MATANG JAYA&lt;/strong&gt; and buka puasa at &lt;strong&gt;SAMARAHAN&lt;/strong&gt;. The reason is because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M HOME ALONE!&lt;/span&gt; haiz...my auntie went to KL, and i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fasting ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; here..Yesterday sahur i only drink a glass of Milo and surprisingly i didn't have gastric, because usually i'll get gastric if i didn't ate anything. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now around&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1:15a.m&lt;/strong&gt;.,&lt;/span&gt; Apek called me and ask me to get ready, him, firdaus &amp;amp; deen, are on the way to fetch me. Then around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:30a.m,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Firdaus arrived with his kancil. hehe. It's first time i ride in Firdaus's car. I sat in front because Firdaus's GF didn't follow us. We went to Family Cafe to sahur, and today is the first time i sahur at 1:30a.m., outside~huhu..I thought the area will be very quite since it's midnight already, but you know what?? I'm wrong! There're so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; people and we hardly to find a seat. Huhu~ And some of the customers are "enjoying" themselves with &lt;em&gt;Shisha&lt;/em&gt;. I can smell the &lt;em&gt;Shisha&lt;/em&gt; from our table. Nice smell, but i don't dare to try..huhu~ I ordered mi kolok, Apek ordered nasi ayam penyet, firdaus ordered mi goreng and deen ordered burger only~ While i'm waiting for our order, i start "scrolling" around, and observed people's behaviour. Huhu. But i don't want stereotyping people.. :) There're CUTE guys. HANDSOME guys. GANGSTER-look alike guys also got. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deen:" eh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAFIZ AF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; eh.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firdaus:" Aok.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head and...OMG ! It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAFIZ AF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! So CUTE! It's my 2nd time see him in live after the incident at airport last few months. Real CUTE in his cap~ hehe..But luckily i'm not his die-heart fan, if not, i'll chase him and ask for autograph..hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lepak at Family Cafe until 2:30a.m, then they sent me home because firdaus-our driver, is very sleepy already. I bet now they're dreamingon their bed already. and ME? In front laptop, surf internet...can't sleep and my eyes like panda's eyes already~ @.@ Just like Apek called me&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Panda China&lt;/strong&gt;. Haiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all from me about my MIDNIGHT SAHUR~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-511292345676917091?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/511292345676917091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=511292345676917091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/511292345676917091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/511292345676917091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/sahur-oh-sahur.html' title='Sahur oh Sahur~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3488240768554153547</id><published>2009-08-16T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:00:33.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Busybody" Malaysian~</title><content type='html'>This morning i sent my auntie to her office because she has some paperwork to do before go to KL this coming Tuesday. She didn't tell me last night that she want me to send her, so i didn't expect she'll wake me up this morning. I wake up and wash my face only, not changing my pyjama, and i get into the car..huhu...^.^&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to home, traffic jam in front of the Kuwait Bank building~ huh! You know what? Accident! It's not a serious accident, the traffic jam is because of the "audience"~ i stucked in the traffic jam, and hardly to move! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drivers&lt;/span&gt;..come one! They drive so slow just because want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"busybody"-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the accident! haiya..well..that's Malaysian's attitude~ Jaga tepi kain orang~ This is not the first time i encounter a situation like this, but ALWAYS. Huh~ I don't understand what's the thing that so interesting that they have to "enjoy" it? It caused trouble to other drivers~man! ...@.@&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Penang bridge already has divider along the center of the bridge. The reason is because every time there's an accident, the traffic jam is like hell..drivers from other side of the road drive slowly just to fulfill their "curiosity"..Do they know that it's very dangerous when they drive like that? Haiz...So the relevance of the divider is to ensure that drivers from both side can't see what happen on the other side. For me, it's very sarcastic. Come on! Malaysian! please don't be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUSYBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when there's an accident! You're troubled others, who might have emergency. who might have other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing to do than blocking the road! THINK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3488240768554153547?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3488240768554153547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3488240768554153547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3488240768554153547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3488240768554153547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/busybody-malaysian.html' title='&quot;Busybody&quot; Malaysian~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-64938074282394958</id><published>2009-08-03T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:03:34.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 2 days MC!</title><content type='html'>Huh~ after i week break, my condition seems not so good, coughing non-stop and flu~ @.@&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went to see Dr.Kon again, and he's very surprised to see me again. After he checked my body condition, he said something about my throat, my lung...bla..bla..bla..huh? I just don't understand what he's explaining to me, my head get dizzy, coughing again~ Then he gave me 2 days MC ! Today and tomorrow~ Haiz..better prevent myself from spreading the virus. I hope i'll get better on coming Wednesday. Miss my roomates and friends a lot.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, i got a call from Nad. Haha. She has FREE call for 7 days, and she's really fully utilized the FREE call on me. We talked for quite long, and laughing..but i can't talk too much because i have sore throat and keep on coughing. Huh~ Pity Nad, today she has to face Dr.Voon alone because her group members - me and Apek- taking MC today..hehe..I bet she hate me a lot for leaving her..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurmm...i think that's all from me for now. No idea. Blank. Pray for me that i'll get better soon. I don't wish to be quarantine again.. huh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-64938074282394958?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/64938074282394958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=64938074282394958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/64938074282394958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/64938074282394958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-2-days-mc.html' title='Another 2 days MC!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-9194062244722452983</id><published>2009-07-27T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:38:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine myself~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i have bad day. Real bad. I got fever and start coughing, flu...@.@ My auntie and her friend - Auntie Ah Leng, keep on asking me whether i got the syndromes of H1N1 or not. F.Y.I, auntie ah leng is going to Australia next 2 weeks, and she worried that i got the virus and she's infected. I told her not to worry, but deep inside my heart, i'm worried. The possibility is very high since that UiTM Samarahan have cases, and i can be one of them, because my body is very fragile, and easily felt sick. FEVER. FLU. COUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after i sent my auntie go to her office (there is a police driver to send her to airport), then i went to clinic. Dr Kon. Near Bank Rakyat at Satok area. When i step in the clinic, there was a women, with a baby in her arm. I sat far away from them because i suspected myself have the virus, and i don't wish to "transfer" it to the baby, because baby have higher risk than adults. When my name was called and i went into the room, doctor is waiting with a mask on his face. when i told him i had fever+flu+cough, he checked my body temperature, and all the usual checking when we go to a clinic. Then, he told me that i'm suspected,and maybe...just maybe have the VIRUS! OMG! Because i have the sign, but it's not H1N1. He asked me whether i want to eat antibiotic or not, without thinking twice, i said YES! then, he told me that IF the virus is H1N1, the antibiotic will not help me. T.T I told him never mind. He said that the dangerous sign of H1N1 is body temperature up to 38'c, and my body temperature is NORMAL. Huh~ He gave me the antibiotic, coughing pills, flu (morning &amp;amp; night), and fever pills, and advised me to stay and rest at home, drink more water, avoid to go out...in short, i should QUARANTINE myself~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum called me, she asked me to avoid sharing plates, cups, fork and spoon with my auntie. After that,Ema called me and asked me am i ok. After a while, i received another called from my brother,and a few more calls from friends. Thanks guys! I'm ok. Don't worried. If anything happen, i'll send myself to hospital (I'm alone at home for 1 week, because my auntie went to Pahang for 1 week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my lunch with plain porridge that i cooked by myself and scrambled egg. Now, i'm quarantine myself and avoid contact with others. I don't wish that i "transfer" the sickness to others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, i'll update myself with my condition. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-9194062244722452983?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/9194062244722452983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=9194062244722452983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/9194062244722452983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/9194062244722452983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/07/quarantine-myself.html' title='Quarantine myself~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3862591311497938738</id><published>2009-07-25T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:16:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Holiday~</title><content type='html'>UiTM Samarahan is close for 1 week a.k.a H1N1 holiday~ haiya..i just don't i understand why the management want to close the campus for 1 week, don't they know that it's WASTING TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't quarantine those students who are suspected with H1N1? I'm speechless and worried that lecturers can't finish the syllabus on time. That's mean we have extra classes to attend during night. Haiz..@.@ Closing the campus means that there will be no classes for whole week. and that's mean students are free to go anywhere they want. Scattered all over outside there, and bring the H1N1 back to campus again after 1 week. Does it makes any difference? haiz...&lt;br /&gt;my mum even asked me to go back Sibu, but i don't want. I just can't imagine that i sit in the bus with strangers that i don't know, who might have the virus. So,conclusion is i stay at my auntie's house for 1 week, do whatever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;My auntie is going to Pahang for 1 week, and that mean that i'm alone for 1 week. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to finish my notes, find the journal articles that Dr.V asked for. His voice is continuing playing in my brain. "How can you do your research if you don't have your journal article? You must have at least one landmark article mah.." It haunted me everyday and i'm sure same goes with all my other classmates. Haha..stress..i have Qualitative Business Analysis to do also,and my Personal Development presentation topic too..well, 1 week holiday..hope that i can finish all..Aja Aja Fighting! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3862591311497938738?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3862591311497938738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3862591311497938738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3862591311497938738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3862591311497938738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-holiday.html' title='H1N1 Holiday~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4167104814431071103</id><published>2009-07-25T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:54:48.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my feeling...</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really pissed off because of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AJKs&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JPK&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jawatankuasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Perwakilan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kolej&lt;/span&gt;). As a Vice President, i felt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like a fool. Can you imagine that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; waiting for almost one hour to start a meeting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; only 4 person who come. I went to the meeting room before 8 pm, and after 15 minutes, my Secretary and Vice president 1 came, followed by 2 secretariats. When i asked :" Are we gonna have meeting or what?". They just said:" Don't know." Then i message the PRESIDENT and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AJKs&lt;/span&gt;. But no reply. I'm really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; and never felt as angry like that day. 8:45pm..still no sign of others. I grabbed my file and leave the meeting room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; saying anything. When i arrived my hostel around 9 pm, one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;AJK&lt;/span&gt; called me and asked me whether i join the meeting or not. I asked them to continue without me, i don't have the mood anymore. Sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking that am i not a good vice president for them? F.Y.I, i did proposed to the president that i wanted to quit, but he won't let me go. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;JPK&lt;/span&gt; a lot, but i can't move the organization alone man! Oh please..No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cooperation&lt;/span&gt; at all. I'm speechless with the attitude of them and i don't know what should i do anymore. I'm frustrated and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking to quit again...maybe..just maybe..they'll be better without me. I gain no respect from them. I'm not a good leader because even a small organization like that, i can't control. Being 2 years with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;JPK&lt;/span&gt;, i learned a lot. How to deal with higher management and how to deal with organization outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;UiTM&lt;/span&gt;. Well..it's not an easy job. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that i can survived, with all the experiences as Project leader. Now...it's time for me to step back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;congratz&lt;/span&gt; my dearest classmate - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;, because she SHINES and got all the spotlights for this semester. All the higher posts and being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; by others, she deserved all that...me? nothing at all. Frustrated actually. Being active during my diploma and all the certificates, i wish that i could being active too for my bachelor, but ZERO. Nothing. Everyone is expected that i can be one of the MARKETERS but, i guess they're wrong huh? No more spotlights for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;AMOI&lt;/span&gt;. I guess it's time for me to be underground and focus on what i want actually. The stage not always is for a performer only. It can be thousands opportunity for those who haven't shine. Once again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;congratz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;. You always have my support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester i started a consultation class for Mandarin, and thank God, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; people who are interested to attend my class, but i haven't decide the day for them yet. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not mistaken, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; almost 10 of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I'll try my very best to help them. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-4167104814431071103?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4167104814431071103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4167104814431071103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4167104814431071103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4167104814431071103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-my-feeling.html' title='Just my feeling...'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-7717333379766105848</id><published>2009-07-18T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:42:00.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolej Seri Serapi experience~</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;finally i got my room at Kolej Seri Serapi, after i illegally stay at Syimah's room for a week. Last Sunday is my "official" day to move into Kolej Seri Serapi from Kolej Seri Gading. Huh~ quite sad because i have to leave Syimah, Zana and other friends at there. Well...no more teasing from Zana, she's the one always "kacau" me when i have my nap. Or when i'm very sick, she will make jokes to make me feel better ( i guess so.. :P). Then, Syimah will always be the LOYAL listener when i'm nagging here and there. Even now, she still be the LOYAL one~ thanks syimah. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;On the Sunday, with my lazy walk, i step in front of my room 2225. I took a deep breath and open the door, and Fatin (my roommate's friend) is in the room. I looked around, and *sigh*..very small. Real small compared to Gading's room. Hurmm..i'm grateful that i got the room. It's better than i don't have any room. Then, i started to unpacked my stuff. Put on the bed-sheet. Well..this is it. My room. I have to LOVE it very much. Luckily, Nad's room is not far from my room. huhu..my roommates are Amy, Bey &amp;amp; Ros. They're very funny and happy-go-lucky friends. haha...Bey &amp;amp; Amy is taking Bachelor in Finance, while Ros is also my classmate, Bachelor in Marketing. And my "neighbours" are Alesia, Connie, Fiona &amp;amp; Alice. They're my classmates too. ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;How about the bathroom? Huh! Small! T.T Let me see..the size? I dare to say that it's almost the size of one and a half of my size only. (imagine by yourself) haiz... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the food court? nice.. :P because it's near to our hostel, and i don't have to walk so far when i'm hungry. hehe..and i like to eat at there because:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cashier (guy) is kinda cute and friendly~ hehe..&lt;br /&gt;2. Quite cheap compared to canteen. (my opinion lar...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Variety of food. Yum~ yum~&lt;br /&gt;4. The most important - i don't have to queue to "tapao" my food. ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all i want to nag about Kolej Seri Serapi (for now)..hehe..I just don't satisfied that we, Bachelor's students, have to paid RM210 per semester to get the hostel, but we get a SMALL  room with 4 person in a room! and the facilities are POOR. I wonder why the Management of colleges are that lousy. Why they don't give us the room of 2 persons, instead of giving it to Diploma students? I just don't understand. If only i can meet our Timbalan Pengarah Kampus, surely i'll complaint to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-7717333379766105848?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/7717333379766105848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=7717333379766105848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/7717333379766105848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/7717333379766105848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/07/kolej-seri-serapi-experience.html' title='Kolej Seri Serapi experience~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-6149149734043239948</id><published>2009-07-10T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:16:36.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME. is not born to live in an easy life~</title><content type='html'>Now,i'm sitting in front of the lappy. Hearing the sound of the raindrops. Like my teardrops in my little heart. TODAY. I'm hurt. I'm SAD. Don't know why. It just a BLUE feeling the flow over my body, and i hate this feeling. Before this i can call my close-friend and we talk, we cry together. He's the one who i will share my sorrow and happiness with. But now, everyone have their own life...The quote of "Sharing is caring" is no more in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week as a Bachelor student is not as easy as i thought. Really tough. Stupid PTPTN haven't been bank-in into our account and i'm really broke already. Money in my pocket not even reach RM50, and i still have another 4 weeks before the PTPTN come and save me. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Expenses here and there. HOSTEL. FOOD. At this moment, i really envy those who have parents that can give them MONEY so easily. Just a call, and next day, have the money already. Or those who have their BOYFRIEND to support them. Just goyang kaki, spend the money like their own money (even though haven't married, i wonder how the BF can tahan support the GF huh? what a loser GF they have...). But me?? struggle with the situation. thinking about the word S.U.R.V.I.V.E. and ME, have to become "parasite" in my best friend's room - illegally stay in the room. I tried my very hard to get the hostel, and i pray to GOD that please give me hostel, so that i don't have to troubled my friend. It's not comfortable to share a room with those who is not my roommate. Feel pity to myself. T.T No one even care about my condition in Kuching here. Not even a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes for Bachelor also is not as easy as i thought. The lecturers are GOOD, but the problem is myself. Everything seems so dull in the first week. NO MOOD. I think my sickness become worst from day to day. Troublesome week. and i realized that those who once did ask my help when they're in trouble, have "throw" me away from them. What a "TRUE' friend i have huh? Bak kata orang Sarawak. "Palat juak.." Here, i wish them have a wonderful semester and don't even think that i'll lend my hand anymore. Back off from my life boundaries. And YOU're no more in my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just...leave me alone..ALONE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-6149149734043239948?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6149149734043239948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=6149149734043239948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6149149734043239948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6149149734043239948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-is-not-born-to-live-in-easy-life.html' title='ME. is not born to live in an easy life~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8130699545258439436</id><published>2009-06-29T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:14:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby in my dream~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Skha0EptDFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4B5KWrezhb0/s1600-h/baby_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352628007778192466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Skha0EptDFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4B5KWrezhb0/s400/baby_hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how do i feel when i dreamed that i'm getting PREGNANT! Hurmm...in that dream, there's a guy, standing not far from me, looking at me, smiling. I can't see his face, but i can feel that he's someone real close to me, and he's happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dream feel so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;, i feel really happy in that dream, i put my hand on my stomach, and as if i can feel a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; in my body. It's really a wonderful feeling. I guess a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt; will feel like that when they knew that they're having a baby~ For myself, the dream bring &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEEP&lt;/span&gt; meaning to me, and i hope it reflects something fruitful and good is coming my way. Oh GOD, please lead me the right path. I laid my life on YOU..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i'm awake from the dream, i cried. I don't know why tears coming down and i just can't help myself. The feeling...the touch..everything seems REAL~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, i dreamed again. It's a baby boy~ Oh my God! I can smell the baby, i can feel the baby's hand. In the dream, i'm holding the baby and someone standing right in front of me, cuddling the baby too. I...I...i don't know what happen to me this 2 days, i pray to God, please bless the baby, either he's real or not, either he's my baby or not..Please bless all the mother in this world~ ameen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8130699545258439436?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8130699545258439436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8130699545258439436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8130699545258439436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8130699545258439436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-in-my-dream.html' title='Baby in my dream~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Skha0EptDFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4B5KWrezhb0/s72-c/baby_hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3394711588734630782</id><published>2009-06-24T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:08:46.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my hair cut~ S.H.O.R.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SkIRzZAWqGI/AAAAAAAAACg/KLb_YrNSk1Y/s1600-h/9AXOWCAQAZZ51CA5E4KB5CAJJP4RMCAX1RQUSCALCX0WTCAQDXMI9CAS1XTH0CA5R5RCSCAUXLD19CAC3IV2RCATW5ANHCAO1LNDCCA8ADX8VCACC8XCOCAN84TV1CAY247U3CAWLMK58CARW0I6ICAFWWGUF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350858881852942434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SkIRzZAWqGI/AAAAAAAAACg/KLb_YrNSk1Y/s400/9AXOWCAQAZZ51CA5E4KB5CAJJP4RMCAX1RQUSCALCX0WTCAQDXMI9CAS1XTH0CA5R5RCSCAUXLD19CAC3IV2RCATW5ANHCAO1LNDCCA8ADX8VCACC8XCOCAN84TV1CAY247U3CAWLMK58CARW0I6ICAFWWGUF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(above is just a sample :P I haven't update my picture with new hair style..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last two days, 22/6/09, i went to have my hair cut~ hehe..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S.H.O.R.T.&lt;/span&gt; well..it's short &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bob hairstyle&lt;/span&gt;~ i guess.. haha..i told the stylist just cut my hair shorter, any style..because at the moment, i really don't know want to cut which type of hairstyle. Just up to the barber lor..&lt;br /&gt;At first, i'm quite worried because i'm afraid it will makes my face look "rounder"..hehe..like Doraemon neh~ then i just ignored the feeling because i don't want regretted what have i done. It's my choice and i want to accept it! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why that day i wanted to cut my hair. Maybe i'm frustrated??. Someone told me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW HAIR NEW LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.. ^.^V When i arrived home, my mum is the first one who really surprised. hehe..and you know what? She's very happy with my new hair. Hah! I wonder how my friends will react when they see my new hair neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i had my lunch with Steven and Lai at SCR, and we met at there. When they saw my new hair, the first question from their mouth is :"Wah..why you cut your hair that short oh?" Then, i just smiled,and said :" ya meh? don't know oh.." hehe..i really don't know neh..so, if you think of asking me the same question, here i would like to answer, :"i don't know..." :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i started to like my new hair~ One of the reason is because someone said that i have baby face with this hair cut. haha..is it?? You tell me.. ^.^V Love my new hair style ! yeah! it have been decade i didn't have short hair cut lor...since i'm in primary school bah..then i insisted to kept long hair until last 2 days..hehe.. Today, someone told me that i look younger with short hair..so...that's mean before this i look older lah?? (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love my hair and love my hair...lalalalalaa...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3394711588734630782?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3394711588734630782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3394711588734630782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3394711588734630782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3394711588734630782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-my-hair-cut-short.html' title='Getting my hair cut~ S.H.O.R.T.'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SkIRzZAWqGI/AAAAAAAAACg/KLb_YrNSk1Y/s72-c/9AXOWCAQAZZ51CA5E4KB5CAJJP4RMCAX1RQUSCALCX0WTCAQDXMI9CAS1XTH0CA5R5RCSCAUXLD19CAC3IV2RCATW5ANHCAO1LNDCCA8ADX8VCACC8XCOCAN84TV1CAY247U3CAWLMK58CARW0I6ICAFWWGUF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2642370575810475365</id><published>2009-06-20T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:01:21.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE between 2...</title><content type='html'>Suddenly. I'm thinking about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. haha..actually..it's triggered by something that happen to me recently. what's your opinion about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; between different races and religions?? Sometimes, we hardly to find those people who actually can accept these type of relationships. Lovers have to consider their friends and family. For example, me myself is from mix-blooded family background. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mummy is a Chinese and my Daddy is a Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, what's wrong with my family? Nothing wrong right? I just don't understand some people can even looked down at me because of my family background. What a typical thought you have !! I hate those people who stereotype others. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back off ! it's my life and mind your own business! Man ! i just wish i can slap you and throw you into Sungai Rejang !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, relationship between 2 different races and religions is not a new thing in our society anymore, especially in Sarawak. I still remember, when i was in primary school, one my teacher did tell something to me that i still remember until now. She said:" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your eyes reflect that your from mix-blooded family. It's beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;" Hehe...that's why i still remember her because she's the ONLY one who ever gave compliment to my eyes. Haha! And most of my Malay friends said that my eyes very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMALL &lt;/span&gt;a.k.a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEPET&lt;/span&gt;. Is it?? Then my Chinese friends said that my eyes very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;. Is it?? (=^.^=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when i'm taking my Diploma in UiTM, my BEL lecturer - Mdm Sh. Zakiah, said that:" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can tell from your slang during your presentation that you have Chinese background, right?&lt;/span&gt;" Huhu..Is it really obvious huh? But you can't blame me for my slang man..I'm from Chinese school and my mummy is a Chinese, and we speak Hokkien at home. So, how come you expected me of speaking English and Malay without Chinese slang? haiya... even my UiTM friends like to tease me when i spoke wrongly in Malay or English. I can't forgot the time when i'm trying very hard to pronounce "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pinggang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"..haha..Hell! took me a while to pronounce correctly...Luckily i got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAND 4&lt;/span&gt; for my MUET, or else i don't know how to overcome my SLANG if the slang will affected my marks. Huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the LOVE between 2 races and 2 religions. I've been rejected by a boy because i'm a Malay and he's a Chinese. Then, i've rejected a Chinese boy, but it's not because i don't like him, it's because his family seems like not feeling very comfortable with me. Well..i can't blame them for their opinion. It's an undeniable fact that our society still have some racism thought and hatred still there. Inside them. Even though we're living under one roof, and we have lots of races and religions, but some of us still can't being open-minded and living in their own world only. Do we want the history of 13th May 1969 to came back to us again? after how we struggle and live harmony in MALAYSIA? what those people back to 13th May 1969 earn from the incident? DEATH. BLOOD. Why? Why? Because of the hatred? Because our life Principe that shattered by those irresponsible people? Because we're too greedy that we want grab all the opportunities for our own benefit? We should be grateful that we're living in Malaysia. No natural disaster. No war. or, do you want to be the one would trigger the WAR? and end the innocents life? Do you? Believe me. You DON'T. You wouldn't want to go back to the 13th May 1969..ever~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2642370575810475365?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2642370575810475365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2642370575810475365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2642370575810475365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2642370575810475365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-between-2.html' title='LOVE between 2...'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3533831020216997216</id><published>2009-06-15T19:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:33:39.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor In Marketing ! Here i come !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now when i'm FB-ing, i got a message from Syimah saying that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEGREE result is OUT&lt;/span&gt; ! wow! without wasting my precious moment and energy ( Haven't taken my bath yet~ hehe..), immediately i log into student portal of &lt;a href="http://www.uitm.edu.my/"&gt;http://www.uitm.edu.my/&lt;/a&gt;. when i saw the offer letter, OMG! i got Bachelor in Marketing ! Just as i wish ! and the most important thing is i got Samarahan Campus~hehe.. Thank God~ With my GPA of 3.58 for my 6th semester for Diploma and i graduate with CGPA 3.29, i managed to further my study... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347522822068116130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SjY3rJ2qGqI/AAAAAAAAACY/NV8AnyS68KY/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just can't believe that i'm one more step forward to my destination. I'm really thankful that i can further my study, and from the deep inside of my heart, i just can't wait to go back to Kuching and study. People always keep on asking me, not feeling tired of studying meh? well, i answered proudly : NOPE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this holiday, i'm working ( as you know - Amoi kedai runcit), and everyday i wish that time flies faster because actually i don't like to work. LAZY. hehe..but i just can't sit at home and do nothing. As old folks people said: nanti tulang berkarat! haha... If you ask me, between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STUDYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which one you prefer? I will answer: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STUDYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew some of my friends that are working already and some one them even married and have kids ! and i always heard from them, the word "&lt;strong&gt;REGRET&lt;/strong&gt;"...of course in our life we can't escape the feeling of REGRET, but we can make things better. Looking backward will not change anything, but we can make sure that we don't REGRET that we make those choices. Stop studying. Married. Have kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, if possible, i want to have a career first before i settled down. For those who knows about Maslow Hierarchy of Need...I would like to put myself at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SELF-ESTEEM&lt;/span&gt; first..hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's undeniable fact that, me myself now is low of self-esteem. I don't know why. Being optimise is a very hard thing to be for me because i'm always worried about my future. Who don't, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life, i'm taking my big sister as my target. Salute for her! She got her Diploma and Bachelor in Accountancy at UiTM and now, she's working at Lembaga Hasil Dalam Negeri as a Pegawai Eksekutif Penaksiran - Penolong Pengarah Unit Audit Luar . Gembak kan? kan? She's very successful and she enjoyed her life a lot~ ^.^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, i am who i am. Going for my Bachelor soon. I make promises to myself and i'll try my very best to not letting my parents down and myself too~ Aja Aja Fighting! Has ! you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3533831020216997216?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3533831020216997216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3533831020216997216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3533831020216997216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3533831020216997216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/bachelor-in-marketing-here-i-come.html' title='Bachelor In Marketing ! Here i come !'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SjY3rJ2qGqI/AAAAAAAAACY/NV8AnyS68KY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3442046184918576720</id><published>2009-06-13T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:58:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked up to the sky, i see stars..dancing around the moon. Deep inside my heart, keep on saying that "I wish..i wish.." TODAY. Is the day when i realized that how much we have to appreciate those people around us. Family. Friends. Strangers. You never know what will happen next day or even next moment. Maybe you'll lose them without you knowing that they're leaving you. God never gives second chance for you to realize the opportunities that are "display" in front of you. Once you missed it, you missed it forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, friends are very easy to find. But how about TRUE FRIENDS? Those who always be your listener? Those who always lend their hands to you when you need one? Those who inspired you to move forward? Those who given forgiveness and forget your mistakes that you made over and over again? It's them...TRUE FRIENDS. Yes! of course you can have lots of best friends but do you know that there are few that always being "underground" and being forgotten by you? They're actually your TRUE FRIENDS. They'll reveal themselves when you needed one. Well...sometimes it's really make me sad when i'm thinking about those friends that only find you when they need you. 5 years friendship is not worth than a few months friendship?? Me myself is so easily being forgotten and always be the rocks beside the pathway. Being pick up when needed. Why? Am i so easily being used?? Being transparent is really not a good feeling~ Is it because i'm ugly? because i'm fat? If in that case..i'm sorry that embarrassed you, because being your friend...because being a disaster in your life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~ can't be defined. In our daily life, there's so many strangers that passed by and leave a page in your life albums. He can be the one who helped you when your car is broken on the road. He can be the one who help you to pick up your books in library when you dropped them. He also can be the one who smile at you but say nothing. HE, can be anyone....&lt;br /&gt;Life is always not like what we wanted it to be. We can plan but God decided the story of our life. We can struggle and change it but God decided whether He wants it to be that way or not.&lt;br /&gt;In our life, we will meet 4 types of people - the one we loved. the one we don't loved. the one loved us. the one we live together until the end of our breath. The one we loved will not always be the one who loved us, but the one we don't loved will always be the one who loved us. And one of them will always be the one we live together until the end of our breath. He's the one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Today is the day that i realize,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the one who can stay in every one's heart, neither my own family nor my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a small rock beside road,&lt;br /&gt;no one realize that i'm among them,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for care and love.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself,&lt;br /&gt;why i can't just leave here?&lt;br /&gt;away from this world...away from everything..away from my very own life..&lt;br /&gt;TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;i should disappear from this world,&lt;br /&gt;for everything that i had gone through,&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...i wish...i can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanished&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3442046184918576720?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3442046184918576720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3442046184918576720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3442046184918576720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3442046184918576720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-wish.html' title='I just wish....'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8302838310517860502</id><published>2009-06-12T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:21:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.I.L.E.M.M.A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alhamdulilah. Syukur kepada Allah s.w.t. Semoga Has success sokmo2, saya doakan. Good luck and take care. Love xxx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Mdm Zalina-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulation. Definitely u can. Continue your champ performance. Its your hard work, i just assist student who need to be assist. Well done and all the best. Nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Mdm Hawa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No need to thanks me. You deserved it. Congrats. I'm proud of you. Hopefully we meet again in your degree program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- mdm Ratna-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night i got these 3 msg from my 3 lecturers after i msg them to thank them. If not because of them, i'm not who i am now, TODAY. I really appreciate the effort of them to make sure that their student will pass with flying colours, and i'm one of the students. Thanks a lot! ^.^V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me myself, who want to directly involve in education field. E.g. teacher or lecturer, now realize that how much sacrifiction  have to be done, how much efforts have to be put on the students, just to see they success in the future. It's not an easy job..parents' hopes, students'trust and society's expectations...all on an educator's shoulders..The responsibilities are very heavy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The contributions of the educators are very important, because the students are the future leader of the country...Teacher is the one who paint and colour the white page of the little child~ Teachers like the candle who light the dark and lead the ways...the path of the students..the road that not taken~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm asking myself again.. am i able to fulfill all the responsibilities? Am i able to go through all the expectations? Am i able to educate as well as how my teachers and lecturers educate me? Am i ready to give full commitment?? Am i...?? Am i...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-8302838310517860502?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8302838310517860502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8302838310517860502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8302838310517860502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8302838310517860502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilemma.html' title='D.I.L.E.M.M.A'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3164523307159863502</id><published>2009-06-09T22:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:42:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got belated b'day present from Steven~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tonite&lt;/span&gt; free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; this afternoon, but i just read it at 5Pm just now. Well..i didn't bring my HP to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;~ that's why i realize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; after i came back from work. It's from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;steven&lt;/span&gt;. I'm too tired and lazy to reply him, then i called him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why you ask me whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; free or not tonight?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;..want to go out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Go where?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"7:30p.m??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's REALLY on time because by 7:30pm he's in front of my house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;edy&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we go fetch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Katak&lt;/span&gt;.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; surprised with a present from Steven..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belated birthday present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345752630271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Si57pCMrnEI/AAAAAAAAABY/RtsqG0jxs_w/s320/Image(098).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345440947970370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Si57W5F1IUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TUaKFZRcx7k/s320/Image(097).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks a lot yea! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we go eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;..Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Katak&lt;/span&gt; ordered Snack plate, Steven ordered Chicken rice combo...You know what?? Damn! It's really spicy! They use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;KFC's&lt;/span&gt; new recipe - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiery Crunchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Huh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pedas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gler&lt;/span&gt;2! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the person who can't stand spicy food. @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After filled our stomach with spicy chicken, we decided go to Sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kwong&lt;/span&gt; ( after we go around and around in the car, don't know where to go..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suggested to play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRUM..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;..cannot be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;drummer&lt;/span&gt;, so play the game also can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of us ( me and Steven) like crazy people..playing the Drum..hitting it with all my heart, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really stressed working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kedai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;runcit&lt;/span&gt;.. why? Let it just between me and God~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh~ tired and my hand really pain because hitting too hard..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;padan&lt;/span&gt; m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;uka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, on the way we go down from the arcade, me and Steven found out something new!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karaoke box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! in Sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kwong&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hoho&lt;/span&gt;..see you soon my dear karaoke box!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM1 per song..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lalalalaa&lt;/span&gt;.... ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Hurmm&lt;/span&gt;...i enjoyed tonight a lot and thanks again yea Steven! ^.^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3164523307159863502?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3164523307159863502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3164523307159863502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3164523307159863502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3164523307159863502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/tonite-free-mah-hehe.html' title='Got belated b&apos;day present from Steven~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Si57pCMrnEI/AAAAAAAAABY/RtsqG0jxs_w/s72-c/Image(098).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-3097122393189969284</id><published>2009-06-07T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:07:25.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about LIZARD!</title><content type='html'>My dear blog, sorry for leaving you untouched for a long time~ hehe..i have no idea and mood to write before this. But TODAY i would like to share a story. Well, a very short story actually. It's all about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIZARDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! huh! i don't know why i have so much ACCIDENTS with LIZARDS today.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them a lot, and if possible i want them to vanished from earth forever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after i checked the stock on the shelf in the kedai runcit, i went to the store &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(above the kedai runcit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to take some items to refill the shelf. When i'm taking coconut milk in a box, then suddenly a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIZARD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;came out from the box. Warghhhh!! I ran away from the boxes and went into another room. I'm very nervous at the moment. &lt;strong&gt;"Iboh kejar aku oiii..."&lt;/strong&gt; my heart keep on repeating the same sentence. &lt;strong&gt;"Iboh kejar aku oii.."&lt;/strong&gt; After i took a deep breath, i prepared myself with the basket &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(can use as weapon in case the LIZARD jump on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and went back to the boxes again. huh~ luckily the LIZARD gone edy~ But i double-checked all the boxes to make sure that it's gone. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Hah! tau takut pun cicak tok..cheh! cakap besar~ :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident is this afternoon, it happened when i want to take a packet of rice in the kedai runcit. Suddenly a BIG, no, its' a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HUGE LIZARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came out and jump on the rice that i took. I don't know where the hell the LIZARD came from! Arghhhh! i screamed and throw the packet of rice back. Haha! the most embarrassing is i screamed in front my tauke and the customers. Then i tried very hard to get rip off the LIZARD from there, but it's very very stubborn. Huh! It took me a while to get rip off it! @.@ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the...*&amp;amp;%#@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third incident is just now, when i want to take bath. At first, i didn't realized that there was a LIZARD on the door. when i walked into the bathroom, then i saw a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE BLACK LIZARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the door. I jump and ran away..haha! EEEEWWW...i just can't imagine if the LIZARD jump on my body when i'm taking my bath! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, i pray that the LIZARDS didn't follow me and please keep me safe from them..amin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-3097122393189969284?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/3097122393189969284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=3097122393189969284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3097122393189969284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/3097122393189969284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-about-lizard.html' title='It&apos;s all about LIZARD!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-5859475538927395733</id><published>2009-05-26T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:17:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day working as amoi kedai runcit~</title><content type='html'>huhu..hari nie first day aku kerja as amoi kedai runcit and for ur information, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TIRED + BORING!&lt;/span&gt; Aku mendapat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sindrom keletihan akibat tahap keboringan yang melampau~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awal &lt;/span&gt;pagi lagi dah bapa kau kejutkan aku,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(aku masuk kerja 8a.m., perjalanan aku pergi ke tempat kerja aku mengambil masa 5 minit - guna motosikal, dan bapa aku kejut aku pukul 7a.m. Awalnya!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, nak tak nak, dengan keberatan tulang yang hampir mencapai tahap maksimum, aku bangun dan 1st thing yang aku buat ialah tengok samada mummy aku prepare breakfast ke tak, alhamdulilah..makanan favourite aku - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siew Mai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- tersedia atas meja.hehe..bahagianya! ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;lepas makan, mandi, jemur baju and bermalas-malasan depan TV, aku pun turun kerja -around 7:45 a.m. huhu..pekerja dedikasi~ :P&lt;br /&gt;Ble aku sampai kat kedai, xde sangat kerja sebab most of the stock dah diisi pekerja sebelah malam. hehe..so aku termenung mengenang nasib kedai itu yang xde customer. hehe.. Boring gak menunggu org datang beli barang..ada gak regular customer yang terkejut tengok aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh? Cuti lagi?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eh? bla balik?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, dah habis study kah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Amoi, datang kerja lagi kah?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amoi, lama tak jumpa eh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Amoi, mana pergi lama tidak tengok?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian lah sebahagian daripada "pop-quiz" yang aku dapat spanjang hari, actually banyak lagi, tapi aku tak larat nak list down semua..hehe.. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;So, hari aku berlalu dengan aman tanpa asam garam..just plain jak...haha..xda pengalaman menarik lagi~ Chow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: so korang tau lah mengapa aku gelar aku sendiri AMOI KEDAI RUNCIT kan?hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-5859475538927395733?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5859475538927395733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=5859475538927395733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5859475538927395733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5859475538927395733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-working-as-amoi-kedai-runcit.html' title='First day working as amoi kedai runcit~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-29327688169660222</id><published>2009-05-24T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:39:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengalaman before and after</title><content type='html'>aku dah sampai Sibu! alhamdulilah...flight MAS 10:30a.m (MH2266). Around pukul 11 a.m aku sampai Lapangan Terbang Sibu. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Alkisahnya, sebelum aku boarding semasa kat aiport Kuching, kebetulan pula pada hari yang sama, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz AF&lt;/span&gt; balik Kuching. Oleh itu, berpusu-pusu lah fans2 &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;berkumpul kat Arrival Hall tu..alamak...aku memang tak suka tempat yang "meriah" sangat..bak kata orang sarawak, "angol nyawa aku eh!". Aku breakfast kat McD jer, tak jauh dari arrival hall tu, di situ lah aku menggunakan teknik observation yang aku belajar waktu aku ambik subjek Research Methodology dulu. Hehe.. ^.^V Demikian aku mendapati pelbagai ragam manusia kat situ, pakai baju T gambar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;, pakai rambut alfro palsu..even ada gak ibu-ibu yang pregnant berdiri kat situ menunggu idola mereka. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;! accept my salute! ^.^V&lt;br /&gt;So, aku menikmatilah burger and air milo aku sambil "mencuci mata". Haha..Tiba2 aku terkejut dengan jeritan rombongan yang BESAR tu, rupa2nya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz &lt;/span&gt;dah keluar dari Arrival Hall tu..Hmmm..yang aku terkejut, Ngah aku and Auntie Ah Leng (Kawan Ngah) bleh plak tinggalkan aku and dieorang pergi tengok juga si &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nie. lol. aku bukannya apa, aku nie klo berhimpit kat tempat yang ramai orang, aku pening kepala @ pitam bah..silap hari nanti, aku pengsan kat situ pula. Terpaksa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt; angkat aku nanti..haha..Oppss! jgn marah wahai fans2 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;, gurau saja bah.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz &lt;/span&gt;disambut meriah oleh group kompang &amp;amp; orang2 yang berpakaian tradisional. Kat luar pula, ada fans2 yang pegang banner besar menunggu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;. Reporter pun tak kurang hebatnya berebut untuk mengambil shot yang terbaik. Fuyoooo! Syimah, kmk pun mk jadi artis lah! Polis pun teramat busy untuk mengawal lalu lintas, ye lah..fans2 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz &lt;/span&gt;menyebabkan jam kat pintu Arrival Hall tu...hehe..Aku cuma tengok dari jauh- nun jauh di McD. Bleh tahan gak kecomelan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt; ni in real. (+^.^+)&lt;br /&gt;Huh~ lama gak &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt; stuck kat airport sebab sesi bergambar..haha..agaknya tu jer lah pengalaman aku before boarding~ Waktu aku tunggu kat Waiting Hall, si Akram plak call aku, huh! terkejut aku..tetiba jer call..lama gak kteorang &lt;em&gt;story2&lt;/em&gt; nih..sementara tu aku bermsg dengan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adie&lt;/span&gt;, rupa2nya die hantar bapa die g airport gak. Tapi flight bapa die kul 11a.m. So, aku tak sempat jumpe die, aku dah masuk dh..( dah masuk dalam belon bah....:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Kmk dah dalam flight dah tok.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"cepat juak? Kmk dalam keta tok, jaga keta..hehe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ktk pkey flight apa? Mun dah sampey msg kmk k..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(bla...bla..bla....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After setengah jam kemudian...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"kmk dah sampey..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ok..kmk odw balik, mk bli abc..hehe.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(bla...bla...bla...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibanya aku kat Sibu, Steven dah tunggu kat aiport dah..dengan Hyundai Getz die tu..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Pas tu die bawa aku g lunch kat KFC plak..huh~ memang pecah perut aku..Ble aku sampai rumah, mak aku terkejut, hehe..memang intention aku nak mengejutkannya, yang tak bestnye, bapa aku takde kat rumah plak. Haha! Surprised menjadi setengah jer. :P&lt;br /&gt;Petang plak, kteorang keluar lagi. Minum petang plak. Geng2 aku nih memang suka kluar minum2, lepak2...huhu..lgpun siang jer lah aku dpt kluar dengan Steven, waktu malam die kerja kat Pub. Dh lah die satu2nya waiter kat situ, yang lain waitress...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa aku sedang tulis blog ni, aku baru jer balik rumah. Tadi keluar dengan Kenny-classmate aku. Kteorang g minum Ais buah-buahan ( Shui Guo Bing) kat Taman Muhibah. Memang best lah..pas tu makan satay plak. Lama gak aku lepak dengan Kenny, pelbagai cerita yang kteorang "kongsi"..haha..macam2 ada~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...rasanye tu jer lah pengalaman aku before and after aku balik Sibu (24 Mei 2009).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-29327688169660222?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/29327688169660222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=29327688169660222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/29327688169660222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/29327688169660222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/pengalaman-before-and-after.html' title='Pengalaman before and after'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1180357687747716805</id><published>2009-05-21T07:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:24:56.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kursus Keusahawanan</title><content type='html'>alhamdulilah..akhirnya aku dah berjaya merentasi lautan kepayahan &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kursus Keusahawanan (12-17/5/09)..&lt;/span&gt;hehe..actually aku nie masuk last minute. Sebelum nie aku nak join gak, but dah penuh (buka untuk 120 org jer..). On 11/5, aku dapat tau yang one of kawan aku tak jadi masuk, so aku call lah lecturer yang incharge untuk program nie- Sir Abg Sulaiman. Setelah meja rundingan dimulakan, akhirnya, aku berjaya pujuk lecturer tu untuk masukkan aku dalam program nie.&lt;br /&gt;ptg tu, aku terus kemas barang, tinggal note untuk mak cik aku, lepas tu Mummy Muda aku hantar aku &amp;amp; Nad pergi UiTM. Kteorang memang rushing gler2 sebab kteorang kena daftar nama kat pejabat kolej sebelum kul 5 p.m. Waktu aku bertolak dari rumah, jam menunjukkan 3:30 p.m. huhu...alhamdulilah kami sempat daftar kolej, pas tu kawan kteorang- Amy, pun join sekali stay kat bilik Nad- 1A0523..padahal bilik tu ade 2 katil jer..tau cmne kami tidur?? Jeng3..semestinya Amy &amp;amp; Nad kongsi satu tilam, aku pula Queen of the Bed! hehe..alasannya, aku BESAR lagi daripada dieorang, so Nad kasi aku tidur satu tilam...hehe...Thx Nad~ bahagia aku oit! kesian ktkorang...&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang kursus tu, aku satu group dengan &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kenny, Bill, Emman, Kak Shima &amp;amp; Zizie&lt;/span&gt;.. aku terpisah jauh dengan Nad &amp;amp; Amy. Dieorang kat kelas satu lagi ( GROUP 2), aku GROUP 1.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi it's ok with me sebab aku flexible, mne2 pun boleh lah... :P&lt;br /&gt;Everyday kami ada presentation and mangsa presentation untuk group aku, ialah AKU! *sob* *sob* asyik2 aku jer kena..malu gler bila kena present depan kelas - penuh dengan STRANGER yang aku tak kenal lagi. Alahai...tambah-tambah lagi Emman suka panggil aku YAKUZA sebab aku berasal dari SIBU- gangster town. Huh~ harap2 xde orang yang dengar..malu lah aku!&lt;br /&gt;Macam2 pengalaman aku sepanjang kursus nie and aku enjoy sangat2. Mari ikuti cerita aku..jom..jom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aku jadi "cikgu" Origami - Swan&lt;/span&gt;, kat budak2 CE (civil engineering). Kisahnya bermula apabila aku buat origami swan dalam kelas (sebab aku boring sangat dengar lecture..hehe)...pas tu entah camne burung-burung tu bleh sampai kat budak2 CE tu.. Then waktu Lunch, ade sorang mamat nie tegur aku- Syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Syafiq :"Kitak kah polah burung ya?" ( Awak ke yang buat burung tu?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku :"aok, kenak?" (ya, nape?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Syafiq :"Erm...boleh sik ajar kamek?" ( Bleh tak ajar saya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku :" ok..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan itu, bermula lah kelas origami bersama Syafiq. Pas tu datang pula kawan2 die - Adam &amp;amp; Ahmad Farid. Aku kesian tengok Nad &amp;amp; Amy, sebab dieorang terpaksa tunggu aku untuk balik kolej sama2. Dieorang tunggu penuh kesabaran tau... :P Aku happy sangat2 sebab jarang betul ade orang berminat nak minta ajar aku untuk buat origami...hehe..Thx guys! That's a honoured for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bergambar dengan Muhd Farid (budak CE gak...).&lt;/span&gt; Kisah bermula dengan aku berjalan sorang2 nak g lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Farid:" awak2...baju pink.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aku pakai baju kurung pink waktu tu...:P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" yup?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Farid:" sape nama awak ek?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" Has..nape?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Farid:" oh...Has...xdelah..muka awak macam cousin saya.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Alamak...macam cousin pula...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:"oh ye? betul ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Farid:" betul..so, nanti bleh tak ambil gambar dengan awak? Nak tunjuk kat cousin saya nanti.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" boleh2...no problem.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Farid nie even introduce aku kat kawan die, aku nie cousin die..haha.. lawak gler...&lt;br /&gt;So,last day kursus tu, aku bergambar dengan die..harap2 aku bleh jumpa cousin die..ye ke? sama muka? Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dapat burung origami pula...daripada Adam (budak CE lagi...)&lt;/span&gt;Kisah ini terjadi pada hari terakhir kursus (sehari selepas aku ajar budak CE tu buat origami swan). Hari terakhir kteorang kat Dewan Kuliah 1 a.k.a Bilik mayat (sebab sejuk sangat). Waktu ceramah tu, aku nampak budak2 CE tu tengah lipat burung origami yang aku ajar, lebih2 lagi budak yang bernama Adam. Memang banyak gler...so, after majlis penutupan, aku tegur lah si Adam nie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" Adam, kamek nanga kitakorang polah burung kat belakang tek..banyak alu jak.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Adam:" Aok..kamek polah banyak aii..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sambil tunjuk hasil karyanya dalam beg..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Adam:" Nah! tok untuk kitak..sebagai present..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Die kasi aku one of the karya origami..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" huh? hmm..ok..thx..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Adam:" Thx miss origami..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(huh~ miss origami...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pengalaman SERAM sepanjang aku stay kat bilik Nad, level 5.&lt;/span&gt; Tau tak?? Level 5 tu...huh~ SERAM gler everytime kteorang nak turun g makan malam, after Maghrib. Bulu roma aku sentiasa berdiri setiap kali aku lalu kat koridor tu after Maghrib. Tak tau pula samada Nad &amp;amp; Amy rasa tak apa yang aku rasa. Tapi, serious shit aku memang takut.. Amy &amp;amp; Nad tau aku takut, tapi dieorang gelak jer..sampai hati... *sob* *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amy:" kau tok Has, ya pun mok takut.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" Aok lah Has..nya sik kaco kau bah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alahai....korang cakap senang lah..aku dah ada pengalaman SERAM nie..mestilah aku takut..&lt;br /&gt;korang tak rasa lagi perasaan tu...perasaan bila...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICAK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;merangkak dalam seluar korang...baju korang...!! huh! memang aku takut dengan &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICAK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dah lah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICAK2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESAR2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Cis! UiTM memang penternak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang berjaya...tu lah setiap kali aku lalu kat koridor tu, aku berjalan dengan pantas, tanpa menunggu Nad &amp;amp; Amy, sebab aku takut &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICAK2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tu jatuh...huaaaaa...RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nad takut dengan "beringin" a.k.a. "rempit".&lt;/span&gt; Aku tak tau bahasa melayu untuk "beringin" tu ape..tapi orang sarawak panggil "beringin"...hehe...ia sejenis serangga yang sangat suka melanggar orang...haha...&lt;br /&gt;Kisah macam nie....malam tu, kteorang baru habis kursus, around kul 10:30p.m. macam tu..waktu tu kteorang dah nak sampai bilik..tiba2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" Eeee... i saw something..apa ya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku &amp;amp; Amy pun berhenti, dan tengok ke arah "benda" tu..."benda" tu atas lantai..tak bergerak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" Eeee...rempit kah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:"Aok.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" Besarnya....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" sikda pa2 lah..jalan jak kau..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku &amp;amp; Amy pun jalan terus jer...tiba2....kami terdengar jeritan Nad...huh! terkejut aku! Jantung aku terkeluar on the spot ...nasib baik sempat sambut balik... rupa2 Nad jerit sebab "rempit" tu bergerak and terbang, landing kat lampu koridor..huhu...&lt;br /&gt;Nad memang tak bergerak2 lagi dari posisi asalnya di hujung koridor...aku &amp;amp; Amy dah sampai depan bilik, tapi kunci ade kat Nad. Alahai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" Nad, jalan jak.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:"sik mok...besar bah rempit ya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amy:" aiii...laju kit..kamek orang mok masuk bilik tok.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" sik mok..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" Nad,baling kunci kau..klak kamek orang buka pintu, kau lari masuk bilik terus k?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" ok2.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After aku &amp;amp; Amy masuk bilik, kteorang biar jer pintu terbuka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" Nad, lari masuk cepat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" kejap2..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:" Go Nad!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aku diri depan pintu..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nad:" Aii...Has, iboh kau diri cya,aku mok masuk tok..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amy:"Aok lah Has..lari kau, Nad mok lari ya.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Amy dalam bilik,so aku masuk balik bilik...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Aku:"Nad...cepat..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, agenda larian daripada "rempit" pun berlaku...korang bayang sendiri jer lah keadaan tu ek...memang lawak lah...hahahaha....seperti biasa Amy-tukang ketawa...tapi seriously, "rempit" malam tu memang BESAR..sebesar burung pipit...gler r...patutlah Nad takut...Nad..Nad...mcm tu lah perasaan aku bila berhadapan dengan CICAK! huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sebenarnya masih banyak aku nak tulis lagi tapi perut aku dah berbunyi2 dah,minta disuap..aku tak breakfast lagi nie...hmmm...demikianlah serba sedikit kisah hidup aku semasa Kursus Keusahawanan 12 Mei-17 Mei 2009...&lt;br /&gt;Chow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1180357687747716805?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1180357687747716805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1180357687747716805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1180357687747716805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1180357687747716805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/kursus-keusahawanan-part-1.html' title='Kursus Keusahawanan'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8326746453390393186</id><published>2009-05-10T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:59:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dpt "surat cinta" oiii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tanggal 7hb Mei, aku dapat "surat cinta" daripada roomate aku - Zana. Huhu..actually, i asked her to write comment tentang aku selama jadi roomate aku 3 sem nie..huhu..ternganga jer Zana ble aku buat permintaan terakhir tu..sorry zana..&lt;br /&gt;Di sini, aku nak ambik sikit petikan dari "surat cinta" tu yg agak panjang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antara isi "surat cinta" tu - &lt;strong&gt;10 things that i will appreciate u&lt;/strong&gt;...(terharu gler aku baca nie...)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tapi aku publish few jer ek..ade yg x sesuai ditatap umum...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Thx 4 jadi translator and ajar mek time part 1 and part 2..blaja sama2..kak zai pun ada juak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Hmmm..mmg sejak zana jadi roomate aku, die suka minta ajar aku, walaupun aku x ambik subjek tu..but, i like to teach, and i'm proud that if i can help her..:P thx zana, for trusting me to be ur tutor for 2 sem..cuma sem nie jer aku x berpeluang utk study dgn zana, cz mmg busy gler2...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Thx coz teman i g UiTM ria..presentation ria bah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*haha..u're welcome zana. My pleasure. Aku mmg risau ble zana bgtau die nak drive sorang2 g UiTM. OMG! aku x dpt bayangkan die drive sorang2 g UiTM, tu la aku "offer" utk temankan die..it's not that i don't trust her, but i just worried bt her, aku dh anggap die mcm adik aku sendiri ( aku xde adik perempuan)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. Thx coz belikan cake birthday and polah surprised dalam bilit...walaupun awal beberapa hari..i really appreciate...time part 2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*waktu tu, aku dgn roomate aku- Syimah, plan buat surprised kat zana..sebab zana bagitau die nak g KL - and birthday die plak jatuh pada tarikh die kat KL,so kteorg buat party awal utk die..kteorg ble kek n pizza, sambut dalam bilik jer..haha..hope u don't mind zana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Thx coz slalu sharekan duit k cuci baju kt washing machine..hehe..tapi kadang2 mek x byr..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*kadang2 aku cuci baju pakai washing machine kat kolej kteorg, tp machine tu b'bayar. Perlu insert coin RM0.50 sebanyak 7 biji, baru machine tu berfungsi. So, aku suka kumpul baju banyak2, kadang2 sikit jer..ble sikit sangat, aku ajaklah zana cuci baju sekali. Dengan gembiranya zana letak baju die dgn baju aku sekali,sebab die x yah cuci baju pakai tangan. F.Y.I, zana tu alergi dgn serbuk cuci baju, tu lah die happy ble x yah cuci pakai tangan...haha..kesian gak aku tengok die, pakai glove cuci baju..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;5. Thx coz jadi tourist guide mek duak zyrah g sibu ekot ktk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*zana dgn ex-roomate aku, zirah..ikut aku balik sibu waktu cuti satu minggu Tahun Baru Cina tu..mmg best lah bawa dieorg g jalan2 kat sibu tu..tp kesian gak, sebab sibu banjir waktu tu..haha..xpe2, lain kali aku bawa lagi ek..waktu tu, dieorg ikut jer aku g rumah kwn2 cina aku, even rumah uncle aku. Uncle aku ajak dieorg join &lt;em&gt;Family gathering dinner&lt;/em&gt; sehari sebelum Tahun Baru Cina. Mmg tradisi family kami berkumpul utk dinner sehari sebelum Tahun Baru Cina. Utk sesiapa yg blur @ x faham nape aku ade Chinese family gathering, it's because my mum is a Muslim Chinese. Tapi, nenek cina aku x convert Muslim, so kteorg  berpeluang sambut Tahun Baru Cina. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, tu jer lah yg aku dapat publish..hehe..hak cipta terpelihara daripada Zana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thx for the "love letter"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna miss u too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-XOXO-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/159663775858761185-8326746453390393186?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/8326746453390393186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=8326746453390393186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8326746453390393186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/8326746453390393186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-dpt-surat-cinta-oiii.html' title='Aku dpt &quot;surat cinta&quot; oiii..'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1641588447119059160</id><published>2009-05-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:36:31.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna miss you all~</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,me myself is very confused about my feelings at this moment. I'm happy and grateful because finally i've finish my final paper for final sem for final year..that's mean i've finish my Diploma edy..hmm...3 years going so fast huh? I hardly to believe that i'm not a UiTM student anymore, and you know what? i feel very empty...no more daily routine, morning bath-a cup of Milo-lazy walk to the class; no more lectures everyday...no more voices of my roomates- Zana, Siti and Syimah..no more teasing from my classmates...my world suddenly seems to be dull and it becomes black and white, and i'm starting to miss all those things that i hate before..it sounds crazy and weird, but i CRIED..i lost my direction, i lost my path of life.. i hope that i can grab the stars in the sky and make the wish that i hope i can meet all my friends soon..really miss them a lot because since i met them, my world changed. It's no more Miss Haslina's world, it becomes Haslina and the friends' world..Rainbow strikes right into my heart since the first day i met my classmates, they're different, i mean REALLY different..They're the place where i can shared my problems,and they are those people who stand beside me when i need a friend..they always being there on the right time, to cheer me up. They've changed my point of view of the campus's life. Well..it's not sucks when you having your friend all around you and paint your life with different colours. They splash my life with different tastes- and it's normal to have all those tastes to spices my life up, which before this is dull and nothing..without them, i just can't imagine what i'm suppose to do now, because i'm sure my life album will be empty and nothing to be miss of.Now, i can read the pages from pages of the story of my 3 years campus life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, i want to thank you for everything and i'm gonna miss you all during this long long holiday, and hope to see you soon as a Degree students.. for those who are going back to Semenanjung, all the best and don't forget Sarawak yeah! Keep in touch! Love you all! -XOXO-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1641588447119059160?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1641588447119059160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1641588447119059160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1641588447119059160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1641588447119059160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/gonna-miss-you-all.html' title='Gonna miss you all~'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-1382021003571488038</id><published>2009-05-04T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:35:19.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangunlah...</title><content type='html'>Jauh nun di hujung pelangi,&lt;br /&gt;aku melihat dirinya mengapai impian nan indah,&lt;br /&gt;sayang sekali pelangi hanyalah bayangan sementara...&lt;br /&gt;tidak tercapai apabila dibelai...&lt;br /&gt;hilang tatkala mentari menyinari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jauh nun di seberang lautan,&lt;br /&gt;aku melihat dirinya mengejar angan-angan nan jauh,&lt;br /&gt;sayang sekali realiti menyedarkan angan-angan..&lt;br /&gt;tidak termakbul tanpa usaha..&lt;br /&gt;hilang tatkala terhantuk dengan realiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jauh nun di hujung padang pasir,&lt;br /&gt;aku melihat dirinya berlari mengejar fatamogana,&lt;br /&gt;sayang sekali ia kekal khayalan...&lt;br /&gt;tidak terikat dengan harapan yang meninggi...&lt;br /&gt;hilang tatkala terkuburnya harapan, kecewa yang melanda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah..&lt;br /&gt;betapa mudahnya harapanmu retak,&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah..&lt;br /&gt;betapa mudahnya hatimu hancur..&lt;br /&gt;bukan selalu apa yang dipinta, diberi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahai saudaraku!&lt;br /&gt;bangunlah dirimu dari kehanyutan yang tiada penghujungnya..&lt;br /&gt;tiada kejayaan yang akan engkau genggami..&lt;br /&gt;jika engkau tidak berhenti mengharap..tanpa usaha...&lt;br /&gt;yang tinggal hanyalah debu anganmu..&lt;br /&gt;tiada kemegahan yang akan engkau kecapi..&lt;br /&gt;jika engkau masih pertaruhkan nasib...tanpa usaha...&lt;br /&gt;yang tinggal hanyalah penyesalan yang tiada penghujungnya.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Mei 2009&lt;br /&gt;*Haslina Hashim*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-1382021003571488038?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/1382021003571488038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=1382021003571488038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1382021003571488038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/1382021003571488038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/bangunlah.html' title='Bangunlah...'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2665913440814762610</id><published>2009-05-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:09:52.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should i go for it or not??</title><content type='html'>Just now i read "The Sunday Post", and i found an advertisement on scholarship. [ Tawaran Biasiswa Skim Tenaga Pengajar Muda ] untuk mengikuti program Ijazah Sarjana Muda (Kepujian) dalam bidang : Bahasa Inggeris ; Bahasa Mandarin; Kejururawatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,i thought of going for Bahasa Mandarin. I would love to involve myself in education field and would be very very honoured if i can teach Bahasa Mandarin to Bumiputera. But, then i have second thought, should i apply the biasiswa, or should i wait for the offer for Degree first? I've applied Degree in Marketing ; Degree in Human Resource Management; Degree in Finance; and Degree in Operations Management. I know i sound like very crazy that i preferred Bahasa Mandarin than other courses that i've applied. hmm....i'm in DILLEMA now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i received a message from my friend, Nadia Karina, she said that if i know what i want, i should go for it. She said that i have the ability in Mandarin, and i have the passion to be a lecturer, and there are the opportunity right in front of me, why should i have second thought? She's right! But F.Y.I, not everyone support me to be a lecturer or even involved in education field...that's why..haiz...i know it sound silly that i'm thinking about Degree courses seems that i haven't finish my final exam for Diploma yet (6th May is my last paper)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i'm afraid that i would lose that chance...to fulfill what i want~ oh God! please lead me to the right path of my life~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2665913440814762610?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2665913440814762610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2665913440814762610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2665913440814762610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2665913440814762610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-i-go-for-it-or-not.html' title='Should i go for it or not??'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-6165725545500704940</id><published>2009-05-03T21:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:17:00.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QKS 8373- Kelisa Putih</title><content type='html'>PERHATIAN KEPADA KAWAN-KAWAN UiTM Samarahan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rent the cars in front of the UiTM anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku pendekkan cerita, aku dengan kawan-kawan aku "terpaksa" bayar pampasan ganti rugi kerosakan bumper kereta tu, RM 160!! Damn! Duit kteorg terbang macam tu jer..kteorg x tau pun pasal bumper tu! yg paling sakit hati, student-student yang lain pun pernah kena dengan abang-abang keta sewa depan tu, dieorg pun pernah bayar untuk bumper yang pecah tu, yg aku pelik...tempat yg sama jer pecah..keta yg sama pula tu!! Shit! Klo ikutkan hati, nak jer aku report polis (ada saudara kerja bahagian Jabatan Siasatan Jenayah)..dh lah dieorg tu xde lesen berniaga, dieorg ambil untung dari student sebab student xde choices of transportation..hissh!! geram!! geram!!&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal 2 Mei 2009, aku jumpa lagi keta Kelisa putih tu, yg paling mengejutkan aku, bumper tu masih PECAH dan tak dibaiki lagi!! sebelum nie, abang-abang keta sewa tu urge kteorg bayar sbb die ckp nak repair bumper tu..now???? still dalam keadaan yg sama!! so kawan-kawan..please take attention atas keta tu, nanti tak pasal2 korang disuruh bayar pula..INGAT! Bumper keta tu memang dh pecah sebelum kteorg sewa lagi!! so beware!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plat: QKS 8373&lt;br /&gt;Model: Kelisa putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2lfaU_rfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yXyCsB9pKk4/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2lfaU_rfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yXyCsB9pKk4/s320/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331599492938444274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2l5ssSa7I/AAAAAAAAABA/xHIaQi13XWA/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2l5ssSa7I/AAAAAAAAABA/xHIaQi13XWA/s320/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331599944544578482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2mDB5UbpI/AAAAAAAAABI/7NlA5MKh5iE/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2mDB5UbpI/AAAAAAAAABI/7NlA5MKh5iE/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600104855203474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-6165725545500704940?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6165725545500704940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=6165725545500704940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6165725545500704940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6165725545500704940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/05/qks-8373-kelisa-putih.html' title='QKS 8373- Kelisa Putih'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/Sf2lfaU_rfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yXyCsB9pKk4/s72-c/DSC00972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-636142768026196181</id><published>2009-04-18T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:17:19.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.E.D.I.H</title><content type='html'>Hey...aku nak meluahkan kesedihan aku hari ini..Lappy aku rosak!! I don't know what the hell is happening to my lappy.T.T Pagi kelmarin, aku masih lagi dapat on9, surf Facebook &amp; Friendster, tengah hari aku teman roomate aku, Zana, pergi UiTM, ada presentation. Ok, back to the story of my lappy. Malam, aku buka lappy aku, and at the moment jantung aku memang hampir-hampir terkeluar! There's nothing displayed on my screen! Just blank..Then there it goes..i heard some noises came out from my lappy! Shit! aku terus tekan button "OFF"..then it shuts down.. T.T I cried and tried to on the lappy again, but kecewa sangat-sangat..Noises and blank screen..&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm using my auntie's lappy and you know what? Her lappy is "older" than mine! Haiz! Before this, aku ada termimpi lappy aku hangus &amp; berasap-asap..I guess that's the meaning of DREAM COMES TRUE huh??? That's the end of my lappy's life.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Aku baru jer pakai lappy tu 2 tahun..Aku tak bagitau lagi kat sesiapa lagi,termasuk abang &amp; kakak aku. Aku harap sangat-sangat lappy aku masih bleh diselamatkan, i'll send to ACER service centre after my final exam~ Doakan lappy aku selamat..Amin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-636142768026196181?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/636142768026196181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=636142768026196181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/636142768026196181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/636142768026196181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/04/sedih.html' title='S.E.D.I.H'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2251624121244752497</id><published>2009-04-16T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:01:58.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketers! Together we unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tepuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sekali&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tepuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kali&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tepuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;amai&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;belalang&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kupu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tepuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ramai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ramai&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tepuk&lt;/span&gt; for MARKETERS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MARKETERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the theme for the Team Building for MARKETERS CLUB 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"MARKETERS! Together we unite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12 September, The Marketers Club (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BBA&lt;/span&gt; Marketing) part 4, had organized a Team Building Event at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt; Park. We all from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BBA&lt;/span&gt; Marketing participated the event, except senior part 5. I don't know why they didn't participated in the event, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; only 2 or 3 of the senior part 5 join the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the Saturday morning, me, with the sleepy eyes, wake up at 6:00a.m, took my towel and took my bath..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kelas&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bangun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;awal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nie&lt;/span&gt; tau...&lt;/em&gt;around 6:45a.m, we already gathered at Youth Floor. The senior part 4 were earlier than us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's around 8a.m. when we arrived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt; Park, and surprisingly the hotel is just beside the Hock Lee Center. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Huhu&lt;/span&gt;. 3 year ++ live at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;, yet i still don't know where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt; Park. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Haslina&lt;/span&gt;! Shame on you! ^.^ There are some activities that are held and i really really enjoyed it a lot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Breaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ice Breaking is the part where we are divided into 4 groups- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;MnC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fruitale&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kami&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Berani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Mati&lt;/span&gt;. We are given different nicknames to be called during the Team Building as we are not allowed to call our group members with their own name. Marks will be deducted if we are caught addressing each other with real name. Me? Of course in the group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Berani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mati&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Huhu&lt;/span&gt;. Why we called ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Berani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Mati&lt;/span&gt;? It's because we all are given the names of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Pahlawan&lt;/span&gt; or warriors during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Kesultanan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lionel (group leader)- Hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Lekiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fad- Hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Jebat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Azreen&lt;/span&gt;- Hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Alesia&lt;/span&gt;- Dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Suria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Embun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Arzza&lt;/span&gt;- Tun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Teja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ila- Hang Li Po&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Aton&lt;/span&gt;- Dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Anum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Som&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Mustika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME- Hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Kasturi&lt;/span&gt; ^.^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382798599532807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SrOKzpafheI/AAAAAAAAADY/2n2-NalQWDI/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Teka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have to guess the actions that are being shown by our group representative - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. It's really funny when you see her act at the front, and we didn't managed to guess two of them which are "Runaway Supermodel" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Mengorat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Awek&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Nad's&lt;/span&gt; expression is very funny and she act with all her heart and still, we don't know what she's trying to tell us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Bagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Bagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Bagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Ambil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Bagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This game challenged our team-work with each other. We have to pass a bottle with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt; "Bagi..Bagi..Bagi..Ambil..Bagi..". If one of the group member didn't managed to pass the bottle fast and correct, the cycle will become "Bottle-neck". :P All the bottle will stuck at the person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I like this game a lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it challenged our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;concentration&lt;/span&gt; and team-work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Huhu&lt;/span&gt;...actually it's not a game, but it just a break session where we all sing together aloud. Nice! We have "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Gemuruh&lt;/span&gt;", "When you believe", and " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt;"..hehe..The favorite song of mine is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Gemuruh&lt;/span&gt;"..It gave us spirit..the spirit of Team Building! yeah! yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63f1173548987923" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63f1173548987923%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D215D97121C7F3194EC45C156DBFCDBB43525E28.7CAF839DE9E4A038F6D9218301ACA3A90347A6C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63f1173548987923%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzywgD-X9RVASBa8Qx00V-fkgGP0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63f1173548987923%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331619156%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D215D97121C7F3194EC45C156DBFCDBB43525E28.7CAF839DE9E4A038F6D9218301ACA3A90347A6C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63f1173548987923%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzywgD-X9RVASBa8Qx00V-fkgGP0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that's all i want to share with you, but actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; so so so many things that i would like to share but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too tired to type anymore.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...Last but not least, our group won the FIRST place, and we really surprise, because we lose most of the games..hehe..Senior told me that it's because our team spirit! Go! Go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Berani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Mati&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah! Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382806483991071234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SrOR-lT1CgI/AAAAAAAAADo/2Dt9oBBFCwo/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2251624121244752497?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2251624121244752497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2251624121244752497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2251624121244752497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2251624121244752497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/04/marketers-together-we-unite.html' title='Marketers! Together we unite!'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/SrOKzpafheI/AAAAAAAAADY/2n2-NalQWDI/s72-c/DSC00143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-5830556082444964578</id><published>2009-04-16T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:51:35.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.R.R.Y</title><content type='html'>I’m now feeling very sorry on what i have done to someone that i really care and love.I just suddenly thinking of him and all the memories came back…Well, he is the first person that make me feel really happy and he always care about me.I’m so regret that i rejected him and hurt him as no one hurt him as deep as i am.Now, it’s too late to say sorry and i’ll never forget him.&lt;br /&gt;When i was still in high school,i made a lot of friends and he is one of them. He is a Chinese boy and kinda cute.I met him at the first time when we both have badminton practice together.At first,i’m too shy to talk to him but he is the one who make the first step to our friendship.From that day, we always met each other at school and sometimes he’ll come to my house to meet me.We really have a great moment during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, he came to my house and bring me a little gift.It’s a heart-shaped music box.I know it sound like a scene in a movie but that it was raining that night and he told me that he likes me and at the moment, i don’t know what is my feeling towards him, i told him that i can’t receive that music box and i just run into my house, even though inside bottom of my heart told me that i’m in love with him but i’m just too scared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that night, he never give up and still make the effort to win my heart.I still treat him as a friend, i know deep inside his heart is hurting but he never forced me to be his girlfriend.One day, he suddenly introduce a friend to me and he told me that the guy likes me and want me to be his girlfriend.I’m confused with the situation and i’m really get upset and left them.He told me that he likes me but why he still want me to go out with his friend? The boy came to my house and want to apologize on what he have done, i told him that that is the last time i will meet him as i’ll transfer to another school at Kuching,at first i plan to told him at that day but he just ruined everything by introduce a stupid stranger that i never met.He told me that he’ll wait for me and that night, i cried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years,i went back to my home town during 1 week holiday  and i plan to meet him.I call him and he came to my house.He told me that he still wait for my answer.I didn’t answered.That night, we really have a long talk and he hold my hand and told me to take care of myself if he can’t stand beside me anymore.He told me that he’ll love me eve though i neglect his feeling.I let go his hand and i cried again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went back to my hometown for the second time after that night, i met him at his house and he looks really strange but we don’t talk as much as before, he just smiled at me all the time.After a few days, i heard a very sad news that he died in an accident. I cried and i find his friends to know the truth.Sadly, he really left us already.I really regret that i didn’t tell him that i love him too..I left a hole inside him…May him rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry..i’ll never forget about you and here i would like to told you that i love you…Please forgive me on my mistake…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-5830556082444964578?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/5830556082444964578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=5830556082444964578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5830556082444964578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/5830556082444964578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title='S.O.R.R.Y'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-2465883901723006361</id><published>2009-04-16T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:49:15.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.L.A.N.G</title><content type='html'>Huh~ i would like to share with you my unlucky day, actually is 2 unlucky days!&lt;br /&gt;It was my most embarrassed incident during Hari Raya. I’ve locked myself in the bath room and i can’t get myself out of it! It was 3rd day of Hari Raya and i’m taking my bath, my sister’s friends are visiting our house. They’re waiting for me to go visiting to my sister’s other friends’. Well, i’m quite excited because i didn’t went to any house or even get my foot out of the house, starting from the first day of Hari Raya, and now it is the time for me to relax. Unluckily, when i finished my bath, i tried to unlock the door but i CAN’T! I think i tried million times to unlock the door..well, not million times..whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God! at the moment, i screamed for help and my sister came to me. She laugh and laugh and that’s irritated me a lot. (I hope you’re reading this sis~ ^.^) Then, my father throw the screwdriver inside the bath room (our bath room is not fully closed, but i still  can’t climb out of it cause too high). I knocked the lock but still don’t have the effect. Argghhh!! i’m getting impatient already because i felt embarrassed when my sister’s friends knew that i locked myself inside the bath room. It took quite long for my father get me out of the bath room, and i don’t know how it happen though, weird huh? my mum even asked my father to kick the door. huhu..luckily my father didn’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident happen week after that. Around 8:30a.m. I locked myself in the bed room. I want to changed my cloth because i want to send my auntie (Udak) to bus terminal, she’s going back to Sibu. But when i want to go out…i guest you know what happen right? It doesn’t unlocked! At the moment, i don’t know what is my feeling, should i cry or laugh? i should cry because i locked myself in the room, or i should laugh because it’s remind me of the Hari Raya incident. I called my other auntie (Ngah) for help. The worst part is she forgot where she puts the spare keys already. I almost fainted when i heard about it. huh! God please don’t let me die here..(hahaha..impossible that one’s will die because being locked in a room right..is it?) Then, my auntie (Udak) helps me to open the door by rip off the lock using screwdriver. Yes! Thank God! finally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine if when the incident happen, i’m alone in the house..well..Thank God because helps me when i needed help. I hope that it would not happen again, and my advise is never take your bath when you’re alone or lock the door when you want to change your cloth in the bed room. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-2465883901723006361?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/2465883901723006361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=2465883901723006361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2465883901723006361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/2465883901723006361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/04/malang.html' title='M.A.L.A.N.G'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-4915974406806448974</id><published>2009-04-16T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:47:08.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.P.O.N.T.A.N</title><content type='html'>Jam di dinding menunjukkan pukul 12 tengah malam. Aku masih berjaga untuk ulang kaji kerana keesokkan hari aku ada ujian Matematik.Aku keseorangan malam itu.Keluarga aku balik kampung kerana nenek aku sakit.Aku merenung jauh ke luar tingkap, suasana di kawasan perumahan aku sunyi.Untuk melepaskan lelah setelah belajar, aku membuka tingkap untuk membiarkan angin segar masuk. Tiba-tiba, angin bertiup kencang masuk ke dalam bilik ku dan hilang begitu saja. Perasaan tidak senang menyebabkan aku bertindak untuk tutup balik tingkap tersebut.Aku menghempaskan badanku ke atas katil.Aku membuang perasaan pelik aku itu sejauh yang mungkin.Arghh..mainan perasaan jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamunan aku terhenti apabila aku terdengar bunyi air dari bilik air bersebelahan dengan bilik aku. Denyutan jantung aku semakin kencang dan aku berusaha untuk menenangkan diriku.Tak mungkin ada orang dalam rumah nie…takkan lah mak abah dah balik? atau pencuri? Aku cuba memikirkan segala kemungkinan yang ada. Walaupun cuaca malam itu agak sejuk, tetapi peluh "dingin" mula membasahi dahiku.Aku mengumpulkan segala keberanian yang ada dan aku mula mendekati pintu bilik ku yang bertutup.Aku cuba mengamati bunyi tadi tetapi tiada apa-apa yang kedengaran lagi.Aku menarik nafas sedalam yang mungkin dan aku membuka pintu bilik ku perlahan-lahan. Aku berjalan menuju ke arah bilik air tersebut sambil membaca segala ayat-ayat suci yang aku hafal dan membuka pintu bilik air tersebut.Alangkah terkejutnya aku melihat Baby, kucing siam ku di hadapan ku."Miao…" kurang asam punya kucing, buat aku terkejut jer! Dengan geramnya ku menyepak kucing itu sehingga melekat di dinding.haha..padan muka..Perasaan gelisah aku berkurang sedikit tetapi ia datang balik apabila kedengaran bunyi pinggan pecah dari arah dapur. Aku mencari-cari kucing tadi tetapi hampa….mane pula kucing nie pergi? Hishh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengagahkan diri untuk berjalan ke tingkat bawah.Aku menuruni tangga dengan penuh berhati-hati. Mulutku terkumat-kamit membaca semua ayat-ayat suci yang diajar oleh ustaz aku. Apabila sampai ke tangga yang terahir, aku cuba mencapai suis lampu. Tiba-tiba, bunyi kilat menandakan hujan akan turun sebentar lagi.Suasana di sekitar rumah aku berubah menjadi gelap, alahai..malangnya nasib ku nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku meraba-raba ke arah laci meja Tv di ruang tamu. Lampu suluh dicapai dan aku meneruskan ‘perjuangan’ ke arah dapur. Kedengaran bunyi tapak kaki berjalan ke arah aku. Aku berhenti dan cuba menyuluh ke arah bunyi tersebut. Tiada apa-apa! Aku berundur beberapa langkah ke belakang apabila terdapat satu lembaga kelihatan bergerak ke arah aku.Aku menutup mata, dengan harapan itu hanya ilusi aku. Tetapi aku dapat merasai kehadiran nya..hanya di depan aku sekarang….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Lin! apa yang Lin buat kat sini?" suara seorang jejaka menegur aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh? Abang Arif? sepatutnya Lin yang tanya apa yang Abang Arif buat kat sini? Bukan abang ikut mak abah balik kampung ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mane ade..abang kan ada exam esok? Lin lupe ek?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak…aku nie betul-betul pelupa.Abang Arif tak jadi ikut mak abah balik kampung sebab ada exam.hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah kisah seram aku yang tak seram nie..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Bagi komen lah..terbuka kepada semua..Terima kasih sebab sudi singgah dan membaca kisah nie..Nama-nama hanya rekaan semata-mata, tiada kena-mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang mati..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-4915974406806448974?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/4915974406806448974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=4915974406806448974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4915974406806448974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/4915974406806448974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/04/spontan.html' title='S.P.O.N.T.A.N'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-6622854415098766413</id><published>2009-04-16T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:46:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.E.N.G.O.R.B.A.N.A.N</title><content type='html'>Satu tangisan kedengaran dari hujung wad hospital…&lt;br /&gt;TIDAK!!! Fiq…Jangan tinggalkan Ina!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini adalah hari pertama aku menjejakan kaki ke Seri Mutiara.Sekolah yang mempunyai potensi untuk menjadi sekolah elit dengan pencapaian yang cemerlang,dengan pelajar yang berbilang kaum..&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari-cari kelibat manusia yang boleh membantu aku untuk pergi ke kelas baru aku.Tapi hampa…tiada satu pun bayang yang aku nampak.Aku pun meneruskan langkah ku tanpa arah tuju,dengan harapan aku dapat menjumpai seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai,seorang jer ke?" suatu suara memutuskan lamunan aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku toleh,dan memandang jejaka tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..agak handsome juga budak ini." Desis hati kecil ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai..saya Mohd Syafiq Bin Ismail.Panggil jer Fiq.."&lt;br /&gt;"Awak mesti pelajar baru yang Cikgu Wan tunggu."Celoteh jejaka tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum…nama saya Nina Sakira.Panggil jer Ina." sambil memberi salam, aku memandang tepat ke arah matanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errrr..waalaikumsalam.." Dia nampak serba salah dan cuba melarikan matanya daripada pandangan ku.Mukanya merah menahan malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kesian pula budak nie.." Desis hati kecil ku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..tadi awak..Fiq..cakap Cikgu Wan tunggu saya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk meleraikan suasana yang agak tegang itu,aku pun berusaha untuk memulakan perbualan yang terbantut sebentar tadi.Aku nampak perubahan yang berlaku di muka Fiq dan aku bersyukur yang dia tidak mengambil hati atas perbuatan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya..Cikgu Wan sedang tunggu kedatangan awak." Fiq jawab sambil melemparkan senyuman.Aku mula menyenangi sikap Fiq yang terbuka dan ceria.Aku dapat rasakan sesuatu sedang bersemai dalam jiwa aku…&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Hampir 3 bulan aku berada di Seri Mutiara dan hubungan aku dengan Fiq semakin rapat,sehinggakan ada suara-suara yang mengatakan aku dengan Fiq sedang bercinta.Aku memandang ke sekeliling ku.Ramai pelajar yang sedang berbaris di kantin untuk membeli makanan dan mengisi perut masing-masing.Tidak ketinggalan juga "ulat buku" yang sedang membaca buku di bawah pokok.Ada juga yang mengambil kesempatan bermain di padang sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai! termenung jauh nampak?" Lamunan aku terputus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai Boy,Lily!" Sahut aku.Boy dan Lily merupakan rakan sekelas aku dan mereka jugalah kawan karib aku yang sentiasa memberi sokongan ketika aku memerlukan mereka.Kepada mereka jugalah aku meluahkan perasaan aku &amp;amp; satu-satunya rahsia aku.Rahsia yang tidak diketahui Fiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry lambat.Boy nie..mengada-ngada sangat!" jelas Lily sambil mencebik ke arah Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lily minta dia ajarkan Matematik tadi,lepas tu dia suruh Lily belanja dia mi goreng.Pasal itulah kita orang lambat." Aku hanya sekadar senyum.Aku tidak mengambil hati kerana menunggu.Aku amat kenal akan sikap mereka,Kedua-dua mempunyai sikap yang jauh berbeza,seperti langit dan bumi.Tetapi yang menghairankan aku,mereka dapat bergaul dengan baik.Mungkin inilah yang dikatakan kawan sejati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry lah..Boy lapar tadi..Kebetulan pula Boy tak bawa duit,jadi minta Lily belanja." Boy yang diam dari tadi pula menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm…takpe..Ina tak kisah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! mana Fiq? Janji nak kumpul kat sini tapi batang hidung dia pun tak nampak?" Aku mengambil keputusan untuk mengubah topik perbualan sebelum "gunung berapi" meletup.Aku berusaha mencari kelibat Fiq tetapi hampa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ermmm..Fiq tadi pesan kat kami,dia tak dapat datang sebab dia ada urusan penting." Jelas Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengerutkan dahi.Setahu aku,Fiq tidak pernah memungkiri janji dia dan sekiranya dia mempunyai urusan penting,dia akan memberitahu aku terus.Tapi hari ini lain pula yang terjadi.Niat aku ku ingin menanyakan urusan penting yang dikatakan Boy sebentar tadi terbatal.Loceng menandakan kelas akan bermula sebentar lagi.Setelah Boy dan Lily meminta diri,aku pun berjalan menuju ke arah kelas.Aku mempercepatkan langkah aku dengan harapan aku akan bertemu Fiq dalam kelas dan meminta penjelasan darinya.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Loceng berbunyi menandakan kelas telah berakhir.Aku segera keluar dari kelas dan mendapatkan Boy dan Lily yang sedang menunggu di bawah pokok.Fikiran aku bercelaru.Sebentar tadi guru kelas kami memberitahu bahawa Fiq meminta cuti atas alasan kecemasan keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina,kenapa muka Ina pucat semacam jer?" Lily bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tadi Cikgu Wan cakap Fiq meminta cuti atas alasan kecemasan keluarga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina tengah risau nie…" Aku meluahkan perasaan aku yang terpendam tadi.Tanpa disedari,air mata mengalir di pipi.Lily terus memeluk aku dan menenangkan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bertenang Ina..tidak ada perkara buruk yang akan berlaku kepada Fiq." Lily berusaha menenangkan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya lah..mungkin lembu kat rumah dia tu nak bersalin kot.." celoteh Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hissyy..kau ni Boy..Orang tengah sedih, kau buat lawak pula!" Marah Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takpe lah Lily..Boy pun sekadar nak menyedapkan hati Ina." Aku hanya mampu senyum dan bersyukur yang aku mempunyai dua orang sahabat yang sentiasa berada di sisi aku.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum…" aku memberi salam.Tiada jawapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum…" sekali lagi aku memberi salam.Boy dan Lily hanya sekadar memandang wajah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..nampaknya tak ada orang di rumah." Kata Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entahlah Boy.." aku jawab dengan ringkas.&lt;br /&gt;"Biar Ina cuba lagi."&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamualaikum…" Kali ini,aku meninggikan sedikit suara aku, dengan harapan aku mendapat sahutan dari tuan rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waalaikumsalam.." terdengar suara dari dalam rumah,diiringi suara batuk-batuk orang tua.Aku kenal dengan suara itu.Nek Ya,nenek kepada Fiq.Fiq tinggal bersama neneknya.Menurut Fiq,ibu dan ayahnya telah meninggal dunia dalam kemalangan jalan raya semasa dia masih bayi lagi.Neneknya lah yang membesarkannya dengan penuh kasih sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..Ina rupanya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jemputlah naik ke rumah." pelawa Nek Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ermm..takpelah nek.Sebenarnya kita orang datang nie nak jumpa Fiq."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dia ada kat rumah tak?" tanya aku sambil menolak pelawaan Nek Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nek..siapa tu?" kedengaran suara dari dalam rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina?Boy?Lily? Korang buat apa kat sini?" tanya Fiq kehairanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiq pergi mana tadi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kita orang risau tau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tadi Cikgu Wan cakap Fiq minta cuti kecemasan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang telah terjadi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertubi-tubi soalan yang diajukan oleh Boy dan Lily.Aku hanya sekadar berdiam diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nek,nenek masuk rumah dulu…luar nie sejuk.Nanti nenek jatuh sakit lagi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pergilah berehat.."pujuk Fiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah..Fiq berbual lah dengan kawan-kawan Fiq..Nenek naik dulu."&lt;br /&gt;Nek Ya pun meminta diri masuk ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nek Ya sakit..jadi Fiq pun minta cuti.Nak bawa Nek Ya ke klinik."&lt;br /&gt;Jelas Fiq, sambil memandang ke arah aku.Aku tunduk.Air mata telah bertakung di kelopak mata dan tanpa disedari,sekali lagi, ia gugur kerana seorang lelaki yang bernama Fiq.&lt;br /&gt;Jari Fiq terus menyapu pipi aku,dan mengangkatkan dagu aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina, kenapa nie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus memeluk Fiq.&lt;br /&gt;"Ina risau.Ina tak nak kehilangan Fiq.Ina sayang Fiq!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menangis sepuas-puasnya.Aku tak ingin kehilangan Fiq.Aku ingin bersamanya sampai bila-bila.Boy dan Lily hanya memandang kami dan menguntumkan senyuman.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Dah tiga bulan kejadian itu berlaku,aku rasa bahagia dengan kehadiran Fiq dalam hidupku.Semenjak itu,hubungan kami menjadi lebih rapat dan masing-masing manis dibuai belaian kasih daripada orang yang dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengalihkan pandangan aku ke kiri dan kanan.Jam menunjukkan pukul 2 petang.kelibat Fiq masih tidak kelihatan.Kami telah berjanji hendak ke perpustakaan untuk mengulangkaji bersama.Peperiksaan SPM akan tiba tidak lama lagi.Kami berjanji akan berusaha dan mengambil jurusan perubatan bersama-sama sekiranya ada rezeki.Itulah janji kami berdua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba kepala aku berdenyut.Jantung aku terasa pedih.Aku tidak dapat bernafas.Ya Allah..janganlah mengambil nyawa hamba MU ini..Aku masih mempunyai cita-cita bersama Fiq dan aku masih ingin membalas jasa kedua orang tua ku. Akhirnya aku rebah dan tidak menyedarkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Aku membukakan mata secara perlahan-lahan…&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat Lily dan Boy disebelah kanan aku.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah kelihatan sedang menenangkan Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu…Ina di mana sekarang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina..di hospital sekarang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hospital?Apa yang telah berlaku?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina pengsan di sekolah seminggu lepas."&lt;br /&gt;"Cikgu Wan yang menghantar Ina ke hospital." jelas Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"seminggu?" Ya Allah Ya Tuhan Ku…aku semakin buntu.Apa yang sebenarnya telah berlaku?Kenapa aku pengsan selama seminggu? Jantung aku terasa pedih dan terdapat balutan yang melilit di bahagian dada aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina..waktu Ina dimasukkan ke dalam hospital,doktor mengesahkan penyakit jantung berlubang Ina telah mencapai peringkat akhir." jelas ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Satu-satunya jalan penyelesaian pada waktu itu adalah menjalankan pemindahan jantung." sambung Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ketika itu,ujian darah menunjukkan jantung kami tidak serasi dengan tubuh Ina.Alhamdulilah..mujur pada waktu itu,ada seorang penderma yang sudi mendermakan jantung dia."Kata Ibu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alhamdulilah..Semoga Allah memberkati hidup beliau." Desis hati kecil aku.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba aku teringatkan Fiq.Mesti Fiq risau tentang aku.Aku berusaha bangun,tetapi dihalang oleh Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina,doktor cakap buat sementara ini,Ina tak boleh bangun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina kena banyak rehat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lily,mana Fiq?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa Fiq tak datang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mesti dia risau kan?" Aku tidak mengambil perhatian nasihat Lily.Sekarang fikiran aku hanya tertumpu pada Fiq.Aku rindu suaranya dan senyumannya.Aku ingin meminta maaf kepadanya kerana tidak menunaikan janji aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lily,mana Fiq?" tanya aku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa ni?" aku dapat mengesan perubahan wajah setiap orang yang berada di dalam wad.Hati aku mula membisikan sesuatu yang tidak baik tapi dengan segera aku membuang perasaan itu jauh-jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina…"Ibu memegang tangan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa ni Ibu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang terjadi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mana Fiq?" Aku mula resah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ina..sebenarnya.." Ibu mula menangis dan ayah papah Ibu ke luar.Tinggal Lily dan Boy sahaja dalam bilik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku semakin hairan.Aku memandang ke arah Lily dan Boy.&lt;br /&gt;"Ina…sebenarnya..Fiq dah meninggalkan kita semua."&lt;br /&gt;"Maksud Lily?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Fiq yang mendermakan jantung kepada Ina…"&lt;br /&gt;"TIDAK!!! Fiq…Jangan tinggalkan Ina!!"&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Mama..Fiq nak makan burger.."kata si kecil sambil memeluk kaki aku.Aku hanya sekadar memandang ke arah abahnya.Doktor Ibrahim,pakar pembedahan di Hospital Besar Indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh..tapi Fiq kena janji yang Fiq akan buat homework Fiq lepas ni,ok?" abahnya yang pula membuat perjanjian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir!" si kecil jawab sambil tabik ke arah abahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini,aku bekerja di salah sebuah hospital swasta sebagai pakar jantung.Mohd Syafiq,cahaya mata aku dan Ibrahim.Nama Fiq sempena nama kawan dan kekasih yang sanggup berkorban untukku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga kini aku masih merasai jantung Fiq berdenyut dan seolah-olah sentiasa berada di sisi aku…Fiq,takkan aku lupakan mu buat selama-lamanya..semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat..Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Cerita ini hanya rekaan semata-mata..tiada kaitan dengan yang masih hidup ataupun yang telah meninggal dunia.Sesungguhnya yang baik datang dariNya dan yang buruk datang dari saya sendiri.Minta maaf andai ada terkasar bahasa mahupun menyinggung perasaan mana-mana pihak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/159663775858761185-6622854415098766413?l=inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/feeds/6622854415098766413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=159663775858761185&amp;postID=6622854415098766413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6622854415098766413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/159663775858761185/posts/default/6622854415098766413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inikisahhidupaku.blogspot.com/2009/04/pengorbanan.html' title='P.E.N.G.O.R.B.A.N.A.N'/><author><name>AlinDeThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016818585220263848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qf3jOrECLZo/TP3usuG4eYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_aEqAmTLpXI/S220/070820101082.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159663775858761185.post-8512577977929589611</id><published>2009-04-16T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:17:03.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.E.W.B.I.E</title><content type='html'>Hurmm...akhirnya aku jadi blogger juga, setelah sekian lama aku "di-push" oleh roomate-roomate aku. Aku....tengah duduk depan laptop aku, surf internet... I don't have any idea now, but insyaAllah aku akan update kan blog aku yang kosong nie.. 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