<?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-18217686</id><updated>2012-01-29T22:25:58.556+08:00</updated><category term='journey'/><category term='friends'/><category term='myself says'/><title type='text'>It is My Story</title><subtitle type='html'>A virtual journal about me. Most of the story is based on my life and the characters involve are mostly the person that I've known. Enjoy the blog!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1284407704831723850</id><published>2012-01-15T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:18:23.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day being 25</title><content type='html'>Ohh dear...today is my last day for being 25.&lt;br /&gt;After this, I'm gonna be 26 years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After have been living for 25 nearly to 26 years in this world..&lt;br /&gt;I can't see myself have achieve anything that can be proud off. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always thankful to Allah SWT for everything He have gave my in this world (my family, my friends and my bee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: Trying to have a good time before turns to 26 tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1284407704831723850?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1284407704831723850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day-being-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1284407704831723850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1284407704831723850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day-being-25.html' title='Last Day being 25'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-514960187577471231</id><published>2012-01-02T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:07:57.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>2012 telah bermula..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa masih terlalu awal kalau aku kata..aku boleh capai pelbagai perkara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku memang telah "set" kan beberapa perancangan.Semoga aku berjaya mencapainya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku juga tidaklah meletak harapan setinggi gunung Everest..takut nanti aku kecewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cuma harap semuanya berjalan lancar. Semoga aku menemui ketenangan dan kebahagiaan dalam apa jua aku buat dan semoga Allah merahmati aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-514960187577471231?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/514960187577471231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/514960187577471231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/514960187577471231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-940646159603164936</id><published>2011-12-31T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:15:06.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2011 Chronology</title><content type='html'>As usual..my tradition celebrate new year..Here is my 2011 Chronology.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January : Working as GD at Kepong..My bee say he won't come to visit me..I'm so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February: Quit work at Kepong because attracted with offer at Kota Damansara. Endup? Frust! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   and making the most stupid but worth a while decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March : Never give up finding the job that can complete me and never give up helping cak miah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;taking care of Nenek. (I'm also practise to improve my driving skill by being the driver &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-in - training)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April : Same story as March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May : Got job offer as Sales Coordinator at FFI. Not an ideal job but it's a job..Work for money &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;             to pay Aurum and bills, My sister got offer to further study at KMS and worst of all.. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Nenek peacefully passed away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June: Start working at FFI. It's totally being in a different world. All of my hopes and dreams &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;            feels like crushing down. But I keep on saying to myself..This is a test. Just face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July - August : Nothing much happens. Plan to meet my bee in Thailand. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September: Trip to Penang with few of my friends after Raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October : Nothing much happens (except feeling in misery, confuse and disappointment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November : My employer didn't approve my leave due to some circumstances. Heart Broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December : My bee at last come to visit me in Malaysia.. It was a wonderful week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     although I got tons of work in office,plus suddenly getting sick and diarrhoea (maybe &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     I'm too tired and lack of rest) . A week with him feels like a minute...I miss him so &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;     much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end my 2011 with a bit of disappointment but I also making me wise. I guess..time really teach me something. Ahaks! Goodbye 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-940646159603164936?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/940646159603164936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-2011-chronology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/940646159603164936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/940646159603164936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-2011-chronology.html' title='My 2011 Chronology'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4025830613935863743</id><published>2011-12-22T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:19:45.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh December</title><content type='html'>Ohh December..&lt;div&gt;My memorable December..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems my wish is come true...Feeling lonely no more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Bee come to visit me last 2 week ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited..nervous (feels like first time dating)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a feeling that I can't even describe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week with him feels like a minute with him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time moving so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm just feel so grateful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to my bee for coming to visit me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will wait and still waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you to come again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4025830613935863743?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4025830613935863743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohh-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4025830613935863743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4025830613935863743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohh-december.html' title='Ohh December'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2089828698018112849</id><published>2011-11-27T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:44:34.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijrah</title><content type='html'>Salam Maal Hijrah 1433 kepada semua muslim di dunia ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 1432 telah pun berlalu tetapi aku rasa aku mungkin dalam golongan yang masih belum bernasib baik lagi..Kenapa? Sebab aku masih gagal lagi berhijrah ke arah yang lebih baik..masih belum lagi terbuka pintu hati untuk melakukan kebaikan, amal. Kasihannye pada diri ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sentiasa merasa kan diri ini masih belum cukup baik&lt;br /&gt;Masih hina..dan sentiasa hina..&lt;br /&gt;tiada apa pun boleh di banggakan pada Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun begitu..aku bersyukur kerana aku dapat merasakan kasih sayang Tuhan pada diri yang hina ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan masih berikan aku :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peluang untuk bernafas lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Mampu membuka mata dan bangun selepas tidur&lt;br /&gt;Berikan aku rezeki&lt;br /&gt;Berikan aku orang2 yg aku syg berada di sisi ku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahuakbar&lt;br /&gt;Allahuakbar&lt;br /&gt;Allahuakbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2089828698018112849?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2089828698018112849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/11/hijrah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2089828698018112849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2089828698018112849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/11/hijrah.html' title='Hijrah'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5241277054368519418</id><published>2011-11-07T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:49:15.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengorbanan</title><content type='html'>Salam Aidil Adha..opps sorry terlewat sehari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang niat di hati ingin buat satu lagi posting mengenai korban tapi masa pula&lt;br /&gt;tidak mengizinkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita mengenai korban..selain ibadah korban (sembelih ternakan..agihkan daging pd sume umat islam) ramai juga bertanya pengorbanan kita sebagai manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku baca komen2 artis di akhbar . Kebanyakkan mereka semua mengatakan mereka mengorbankan kebebasan, kesenangan demi mengejar impian menjadi artis yang berjaya. Macam-macam lah komen and reaksi orang aku baca..mungkin ade yang bnar memaksudkan setiap kata2 mereka, mungkin juga hanya berkata2 untuk menyedapkan lidah pembaca akhbar menyebutnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, apa pengorbanan aku pula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak pasti samada pengorbanan aku ini boleh diklasifikasikan sebagai korban atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaks...dalam dunia ini, tidak semua benda kita boleh dapat secara mudah..no such thing as easy money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa tahun sebelum aku tamat pengajian, perkara ini pernah terlintas di dalam fikiranku..bila kawanku pernah berkata aku nih jenis yang suka belajar..suka pada pendidikan. (Actually ini based kepada character yang kita akan setkan pd avatar kita dalam game Sims 2). Sebab aku nih..ade impian untuk melanjutkan lagi pengajian jika diberi peluang. Dia juga berkata, dia jenis yang Family type. Dia belajar setakat mana dia mampu and dia lg suka beri tumpuan ke arah hidup bekeluarga..Masih terngiang2 di telingaku dia berkata, dia tidak suprise andai suatu hari nanti, aku masih tidak berkahwin kerana aku lebih pentingkan study and karier. Lg satu reason, aku ade je saudara2 yang masih tidak berkahwin walaupun usia sudah lanjut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangg!!! Seperti suatu tamparan buatku. Seriously aku rasa seperti ditampar dengan terompah kayu belanda. Ouch!! Kata2 dia membuatkan aku selalu memikirkannya bila aku sorang2..sbb aku xnk orang tau aku sedang berfikir. Aku pernah bertanyakan kepada mama, betul ke aku nih tidak mampu mempunyai keluarga sbb aku terlalu fokus pada pelajaran...kalau ade karier..aku fokus karier and yang pasti..aku terlalu pentingkan family aku compare to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama ..as usual..penyejuk hati..dia pujuk..dia kata mungkin aku utamakan family aku sbb dah tugas aku sbg anak sulung...sentiasa rasa bertanggungjawab ke atas family dia sbb..anak sulung bakal pengganti mama dan ayah jika mereka tiada..Mama pun pernah berkata, anak perempuan bila da bersuami da jadi anak yatim piatu..sbb mama dan ayah tiada kuasa ke atas anak perempuan mereka lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama juga berkata, kalau nak make sure family, anak2 dlm keadaan ok, x jadi kacang hantu.. seseorang itu perlu korbankan karier nye. Macam mama, dia sepatutnya dah layak jadi area manager or even higher than that..tapi mama korbankan karier dia kerana kami. Dia nak sentiasa ade masa untuk keluarga dan anak2 dia..Dia xnk anak2 dia jadi kacang hantu. Alhamdulillah..anak2 mama so far..tiada create byk masalah...semua jenis suka dok umah..xbcampur dgn org yang xsemenggah..kalo bercampur orang pun..tau bawa diri n masih tau nilai mana yg elok mana tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu..sebelum aku bersama dengan bee...aku setkan satu goal utk diri aku. Andai aku tidak jumpa jodohku..maka aku akan cube untuk tidak terlalu mencari cinta tetapi fokus pada study dan juga karier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini..aku sudah bertemu bee..Insyaallah panjang jodoh kami, kami ingin bersatu sebagai suami isteri yang sah. Dan setelah aku dok diam berfikir..muhasabahkan diri..maka aku perlu lakukan pengorbanan yang aku tidak pasti aku mampu buat atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku korbankan karier aku...Aku (bukan sengaja, tp bukan rezeki juga) memilih kerjaya yang tidak sepadan dengan kelulusanku kerana aku tidak dapat memberi komitment kepada kerjaya yang memerlukan aku nak stay kat opis smpi tgh mlm, kerja 7 hari seminggu ke, travel sana sni..walaupun peluang untuk naik itu tinggi. Orang banyak mengata, marah, mengeji aku...tapi aku pekak kan telinga kerana aku tahu apa yang aku buat...Wpun pedih, tp aku kne kuatkan semangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku korbankan keinginan aku untuk belajar lagi..Ahh..aku memang akui aku suka belajar. Ahahahaks..kalau lah belajar itu satu kerjaya..sudah tentu aku boleh dpt jawatan tinggi. Aku rasa ilmu 6 thun yg aku perolehi itu tidak ckup. Aku belum lagi explore ilmu lain. Aku tidak tahu mengapa, study itu menyeronokkan. kalau orang lain, macam2 komplen..nk pecah otak la..bosan la..penat la..bagi aku..penat lg kerja..biar aku study. Ntahlah..mungkin da sebati dengan diri ini..&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak idop senang..belajar rajin2..kerja nnt senang..Aduhai..zaman sekarang dah tak boleh guna pakai ayat itu lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 bila aku stress bekerja..hati aku pasti menangis dan otak aku mula la berfikir..kalau lah aku belajar rajin2 lg, kalau lah aku tajamkan lg bakat aku, kalau lah aku mampu berbahasa cina dengan baik..tentu aku tidak jd begini..Teruknya aku rasa...tp aku tahu..aku tidak sepatutnya mengeluh dan berkata kalau lah...sepatutnya aku plan yang terbaik utk masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mmg ada plan cuma kewangan pula tidak mengizinkan...Kalau ikotkan banyak sangat aku nak lakukan cuma...ntah la..andai Tuhan izinkan..aku rasa mungkin aku boleh lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku harap pengorbanan aku bukanlah satu perkara yang sia2...Aku korbankan impian aku, kerjaya aku demi memastikan aku dapat memberi tumpuan pada kehidupan aku yang akan datang..Mungkin aku tidak bernasib baik dalam kerjaya tetapi semoga aku bernasib baik dalam memastikan semua orang disekelilingku, ahli keluarga ku dalam keadaan yang baik...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5241277054368519418?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5241277054368519418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/11/pengorbanan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5241277054368519418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5241277054368519418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/11/pengorbanan.html' title='Pengorbanan'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4863649128139767977</id><published>2011-11-05T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:53:23.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>Hey..it's been a while since the last update..I was totally busy with my works and not just that, my internet line seems to be slow from time to time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see..what should i update...hurm..I think I lost my mojo..(hahaha seriously)? What the hell is mojo? I even don't know about it...I just saying to make my words look nice..? ahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far nothing interesting is happen in my life..living the same weekday routine :&lt;br /&gt;(wake up - work - lunch -work -home-dinner-sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weekend:&lt;br /&gt;(wake up-lunch-Banting-home-dinner-sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fun time anymore for me..Sometimes, i feel quite stress with everything...I dont have much time for myself..(it's more to lack of budget), Sometimes, at the office..when i'm having a bad day, I always asking myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only..I study harder, focus on my interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only..&lt;br /&gt;If only..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4863649128139767977?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4863649128139767977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4863649128139767977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4863649128139767977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3305971972343197415</id><published>2011-09-12T20:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:02:20.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang Trip With The Girls</title><content type='html'>Holla to all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i wanna tell a story about my trip to Penang with the girls (Aiman, Cua and Andy) on 7th to 9th September 2011. it begins when aiman got a free stay for 3 days 2 night at Leisure Cove,Tanjung Bunga (her mom actually got it) early of this year. So, it will be a waste if we didn't go,rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i didnt't feel that excited for this trip as my mind keep on thinking about my work at the office. My job as a secretary (officially as a secretary on 1st september 2011) consists of making lots and lots of paperwork. on the second thought, i also facing a hard time with my work , so i guess this trip would help me to cheer up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman drove all away from KL to penang. we reach at the apartment around 7pm. we relax for a while and then we go to Batu Ferringhi, finding place for dinner. we stop at thai restaurant (small restaurant) and having tom yam for dinner. we all being suprised with the size of tom yam bowl as it was big and could feed up to 4++ people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnHPbIQ9FY/Tm4E0ZXjPRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MvQeUUOeDkU/s1600/315597_263505717003190_100000312903601_880544_1386982845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnHPbIQ9FY/Tm4E0ZXjPRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MvQeUUOeDkU/s200/315597_263505717003190_100000312903601_880544_1386982845_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651459880605924626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me and aiman's face??hahahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we all take a walk along side of the road full with souvenir shop. i buy a gift for my little sis, syasya but didn't have enough cash to buy for abby (sorry dear sis, next trip..i buy something for you, ya). walking with full tummy only make us tired. So, we sit for a while in front of the ship restaurant and snap few photos (with funny and ridiculous pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DlAUj5Kmv8/Tm4GFubaJdI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HgfoPemaIkA/s1600/318674_10150310569889658_776274657_7509185_1557998865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DlAUj5Kmv8/Tm4GFubaJdI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HgfoPemaIkA/s200/318674_10150310569889658_776274657_7509185_1557998865_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651461277828654546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure look like a hippo trying to learn ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tired with all the ridiculous, funny pose, we go back to our apartment and sleep. zzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day (8th september)&lt;br /&gt;we all woke up around 8 a.m above, and get ready to go to swimming pool at roof top. we all really act like a kid who never seen a swimming pool before. Before we all jump into the pool, we manage to snap few photo (sorry..we are totally the camera whore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltTXMA1gZ-E/Tm4JHpu30EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ga13H_NCzSM/s1600/305364_263466720340423_100000312903601_880000_850712745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ltTXMA1gZ-E/Tm4JHpu30EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Ga13H_NCzSM/s200/305364_263466720340423_100000312903601_880000_850712745_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651464609462734914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy, aiman n me in the jakuzi..wohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having fun playing in the pool (tanning our skin), we get ready for the next trip to bukit bendera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI646GudEWM/Tm4JtNwpxCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8zmDWmEN_nY/s1600/292879_263453540341741_100000312903601_879849_1605521574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JI646GudEWM/Tm4JtNwpxCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8zmDWmEN_nY/s200/292879_263453540341741_100000312903601_879849_1605521574_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651465254789039138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Getting ready..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKp0PkB0kbc/Tm4JtRUdBmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WnBmkKFymgQ/s1600/304758_263483243672104_100000312903601_880188_193711645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKp0PkB0kbc/Tm4JtRUdBmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WnBmkKFymgQ/s200/304758_263483243672104_100000312903601_880188_193711645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651465255744505442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are..at the bukit bendera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1zTpYx4DpE/Tm4KTF9TE3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/7m_J9YtHq78/s1600/321524_263489043671524_100000312903601_880328_57333460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1zTpYx4DpE/Tm4KTF9TE3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/7m_J9YtHq78/s200/321524_263489043671524_100000312903601_880328_57333460_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651465905529623410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reach at the top,we couldn't stop ourselves being a kid, blowing off balloons...make other tourist jealous with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having fun at bukit bendera, we go to war museum at batu maung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSB4kJiewk/Tm4Lg2DrUbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zvtbZ7pAyF8/s1600/296109_10150310577909658_776274657_7509282_1138649247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSB4kJiewk/Tm4Lg2DrUbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zvtbZ7pAyF8/s200/296109_10150310577909658_776274657_7509282_1138649247_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651467241291207090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we shocked with the fee of rm20 per entry but then, we just pay for it and discover the museum by ourselves without the tour guide and also with lots of mosquito.. one thing i could not ever ever forget is we enter the small under ground tunnel (the size of the tunnel are just nice for us who are so chubby), make a one round walk before we get out from there by crawling into a small escape tunnel and have to climb rusty metal stair (approx. 7 ft tall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfh44gQcFL4/Tm4NGmrbzRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/mqAiN8Iwfv4/s1600/307167_263510497002712_100000312903601_880618_244615020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfh44gQcFL4/Tm4NGmrbzRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/mqAiN8Iwfv4/s200/307167_263510497002712_100000312903601_880618_244615020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651468989509651730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so awesome coz i can make it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place actually is a bit scary and eve haunted. therefore, for those who are not strong enough, i suggest better don't go. if you still want go, just please behave yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through a sweaty journey..we heading to queensbay mall..shopping a bit then we having our dinner at gurney drive. After dinner, we heading to Straits quay where we relax and dreaming of what is it feel to have our own private yacht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought of going to hard rock cafe penang but me and aiman feel to tired and stay at apartment while cua and andy go out and meet andy's cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day (9th september)&lt;br /&gt;our last day at penang..we woke up, cua cook instant noodle for our breakfast, packing things up and check out. we stop at pasar chowrasta near komtar to buy pickles. then, we having a nice cendol and assam laksa at penang street. we wanted to take away nasi kandar for lunch but the shop closed for awhile for friday prayer..so..we go to usm for awhile (andy's university), then we go back to the town, buy nasi kandar and heading to jetty as aiman wants to use ferry to go to the mainland instead of driving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8vQWiWXrwo/Tm4QG7HXeeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ftlfiAsB-hM/s1600/297267_10150310569134658_776274657_7509175_1954972081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8vQWiWXrwo/Tm4QG7HXeeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ftlfiAsB-hM/s200/297267_10150310569134658_776274657_7509175_1954972081_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651472293530401250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me how derrick in greys anatomy loves ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all my story about the penang trip with the girls. i feel blessed, happy and awesome because this is the first time we go for a trip with friends..i do wish this will happen again before i get married..hahahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends aiman, andy and cua..thank you for the moment. i cherish it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: one thing about the pictures above, make me realize.. I AM FAT!! DAMNN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3305971972343197415?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3305971972343197415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/09/penang-trip-with-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3305971972343197415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3305971972343197415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/09/penang-trip-with-girls.html' title='Penang Trip With The Girls'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcnHPbIQ9FY/Tm4E0ZXjPRI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MvQeUUOeDkU/s72-c/315597_263505717003190_100000312903601_880544_1386982845_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8687643057469963112</id><published>2011-08-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:02:59.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Update!!</title><content type='html'>Hello my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry...so sorry for not updating you for too long..I've been really busy with my work, plus both of my pc cannot connnect to the internet and my office were to "law ya" to give the internet access to their staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Let see.. what should I update ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing really nice about my current job. It's not glamour either suit with my qualification. Like I said, I work because I have too..I need money. Nowadays, it's hard to get a job. Time are not just like before where work will find us. Now, even how good your resultt, how higher you study, if you dont have any connection, you will either end up like me or jobless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm.. other than gaining more weight, I think I'm becoming more unattractive. Damn..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to drive as fast as I could.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my bee very much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just few days all the muslims in the world will celebrate eid fitri...So.."Selamat Hari Raya to all"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8687643057469963112?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8687643057469963112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8687643057469963112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8687643057469963112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-update.html' title='August Update!!'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8526868227839107609</id><published>2011-07-23T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:45:08.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurt</title><content type='html'>Actually..i got lots of thing running in my mind, planning to pour all of it in this blog..but then, when i got the chance to type it..pop! Blank.. I'm totally blank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a normal thing for people having this kind of situation. I feel sad these day..I know some of the reason might sound silly and childish but some is more towards the anger that I've try my best to hide it because I don't want to hurt other people by my words. I believe in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; (i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pepatah&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;) "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Terlajak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perahu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;terlajak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt;?" Well.. I'm sorry..my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; is getting worse day by day... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to feel hurt with the words from my love ones (my family, my friends and my bee too) and I believe I also make them hurts without noticing it. I also remember one wisdom word I found somewhere during surfing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; "We tend to feel hurt by our love ones, because we don't feel hurt if we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; love them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I love my love ones.. They mean everything to me.. Nothing could ever replace them..even how hurt, how mean they can be to me...Nevermind..my heart can be heal easily even how bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hurts (ya rite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ehh&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the best way for them to see me smile.. while when I get a chance to be alone.. I will cry.. By the way..let me tell all of you..I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; cry just because I'm sad..I can cry because I'm angry, tension or even when I feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a wish I can wish for.. I wish a wonderful life with my love ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8526868227839107609?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8526868227839107609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8526868227839107609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8526868227839107609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-hurt.html' title='Love Hurt'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3166270783838874746</id><published>2011-07-03T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:41:15.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever have a doubt about yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to control everything..&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to make everything right..&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be perfect..although you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feeling like trapped&lt;br /&gt;between everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't even say it out loud&lt;br /&gt;you also can't keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Crying leads to nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're alone.. Everyone who close to you seems so far&lt;br /&gt;You can't reach them&lt;br /&gt;You can't held them tight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you see your path one day?&lt;br /&gt;Will you see the guardian light?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be better? Will you be as perfect as you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;How sure can you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have seen your light and path..&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation..Would you mind, walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't see it..&lt;br /&gt;Don't Give Up...&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose hope..&lt;br /&gt;We can walk together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3166270783838874746?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3166270783838874746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3166270783838874746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3166270783838874746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/07/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever?'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5740743821582319203</id><published>2011-05-27T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:31:28.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>Holla to all my blog readers and especially to my swap friends..Thank you for visiting and read my blog.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's posting is about my grandma. Her name is Saliah and she just passed away this morning (Friday,27 May 2011. 06.30 am).  I called her "Nenek (Pronounce as Nay-neck)" My aunt wake me up at that time, asking me to check whether she's still breathing or not. I can't feel her pulse on her wrist either in her neck. Her chest not pumping up for breathing. I also didn't hear the heart beat. Then, it is time for me to accept the reality..She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's ok. I feel glad because she's being ill for so long. Nearly 2 months after she got stroke. At that time, I was not working (job hunting season) and I was able to help my aunt to take care of her. Lift her up from the bed to wheel chair, feed her some food, change the diapers and so on. She's been suffer for that time. I remember, there is one time, she ask for my forgiveness. I feel weird than I ask her "Nek...Why are you saying like that". She answer, "Soon, I will die, forgive me if I do any wrong to you" I laugh and say "Nek.. you can't die yet.. I'm not married. I want you to come for my wedding ceremony..which it will be in 2 years from now". She just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry. Am I cruel? Hmm.. I don't think so.. I feel sad but it's just my tears won't come out. So..that's not cruel, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I have no more grandparent. Both grandparent from my father and my mother side have gone. This year Raya (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eid_ul-Fitr"&gt;Eid ul Fitr&lt;/a&gt;) will be dull..My mom doesn't feel like want to celebrate any festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grandma.. May you rest in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5740743821582319203?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5740743821582319203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5740743821582319203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5740743821582319203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6186370354204486833</id><published>2011-05-01T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:30:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya tak nak jadi racist.. tapi..</title><content type='html'>I just woke up dan pelbagai benda bermain dalam fikiran... semuanya bermula pada malam tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel a bit disappointed bila kaum lain sewenang2 nya mengutuk kaum aku (Melayu) depan2. Ya, aku akui... kaum Melayu nih.. takde la brand mana pun... ade own flaw.. yes.. mat rempit, pencuri, peragut, perogol ... ade je orang melayu but still... kaum2 lain pun ade jugak kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, kami nih memang terkenal dengan macam2 kerenah tapi kaum lain pun tak kurang juga kan? Jangan kerana nila setitik..rosak susu sebelanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat bangga bila tengok rakyat Malaysia boleh hidup aman bersama... Melayu, Cina, India dan lain-lain boleh makan semeja.. tapi.. bila ada individu persoal kan macam2...kutuk dan merendah kan kaun lain... for me, just stop it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you have a cousin stay with you. Eat the same food, living under one roof but your cousin lak keep on complaint macam2.. itu tak kena la.. ini tak kena la.. lepas tuh, say bad things about you to your parent. Maybe sehari dua.. your parent boleh la kot terima. Tapi lama2? Maybe la.. your cousin tuh jenis pandai, hebat sangat la.. what ever la.. Tapi..boleh ke you and your parent terima this kind of person utk satu tempoh yang panjang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..from here.. you guys get it tak? Kalo tak paham..takpe.. siapa yang paham... Saya tak de niat pun nak jadi racist tetapi..kaum2 lain kat luar sana.. Anda pun takde la perfect mana.. stop comparing. Stop says bad things about other race if you don't like us saying bad things about your race too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhentilah jadi racist!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6186370354204486833?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6186370354204486833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/saya-tak-nak-jadi-racist-tapi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6186370354204486833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6186370354204486833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/05/saya-tak-nak-jadi-racist-tapi.html' title='Saya tak nak jadi racist.. tapi..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5954054724289685925</id><published>2011-04-23T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:08:48.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear lil sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSTTH5eU1k4/TbJsgqEPDRI/AAAAAAAAAak/ATrOqesNvn0/s1600/abby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSTTH5eU1k4/TbJsgqEPDRI/AAAAAAAAAak/ATrOqesNvn0/s200/abby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598656595078614290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To my dear lil sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today.. see you put on make up on the face.. you carefully draw and color yourself because you really want to look nice and feeling proud to have the beauty that God gave you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk on to the stage.. I can see your happy face.. Yes.. all your hard work have been paid. I guess.. all the money you spend buying the colors, brushes, papers is a good and brilliant investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear lil sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinchilla..&lt;br /&gt;My Ebi&lt;br /&gt;My Mikko Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning.. the real journey is still far away from what you expected. Always remember to be humble and kind to everybody. Share the knowledge you got with those who needed. Be careful on who your friends are.. and what ever decision you want to make, always consult with the elders and your close one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmvFagAOWm4/TbJsg5oZcOI/AAAAAAAAAas/mm5aWk2JVjU/s1600/abby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FmvFagAOWm4/TbJsg5oZcOI/AAAAAAAAAas/mm5aWk2JVjU/s200/abby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598656599256821986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.. Congratulation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5954054724289685925?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5954054724289685925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-dear-lil-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5954054724289685925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5954054724289685925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-dear-lil-sis.html' title='My dear lil sis'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSTTH5eU1k4/TbJsgqEPDRI/AAAAAAAAAak/ATrOqesNvn0/s72-c/abby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8533989937888992076</id><published>2011-04-12T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:02:00.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the..??</title><content type='html'>Semalam.. sambil menunggu adik bongsu ku balik dari sekolah agama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ohh ya..aku kini mak supir.. kerja ku ambil mama and adik2 balik sekolah and balik kerja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pasang ler channel fly.fm.. saje je .. carik kelainan.. then terdengar mereka ade segment "flirty" kot.. ntah la...aku pun bukan la elok mane pendengaran..nak plak bile yang ada dalam kereta aku tuh cuma jasad je.. fikiran ku melayang ntah ke mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al kisahnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade la sorang minah nih..pi bercuti kat pulau perhentian..selepas quit dr kerja dia.. maybe dia nk relax2 la kot.. then.. mase dia kat bar... ade la sorang mamat nih..mendekati dia.. both of them mula la berkenalan.. having great conversation...dat mamat being so sweet (according to her) and bla..bla..bla.. siap hantar kat depan pintu bilik hotel.. konon nak make sure dat minah balik dengan selamat. Siap janji..esok datang ajak gi breakfast sama2.. minah nih tak harap ape2.. ingat cume main2 je.. sekali esok paginye.. btol la plak mamat nih muncul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pendek kata.. 3 hari di sana.. minah tuh mmg having a great time ngn mamat nih.. dia pun macam da tangkap syok la.. siap tukar2 contact number la.. facebook la.. dengan harapan.. hubungan baik ini tetap akan kekal bila da balik KL nnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far..memang baik la.. mereka ber facebook... tetapi minah nih wanted more than that.. dia nak ajak lelaki nih dating. so.. dia join la "flirty" segment nih kat fly.fm and cite la benda2 yg aku dok cite kat korang kat paragraph awal nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..dj2 tuh pn.. call mamat tuh.. konon mereka nih orang tengah la..nk menyatukan mereka ini.. mamat nih...well..memang terbaek la.. sekali bagi respon cukup mengecewakan. Cara dia bercakap..seolah apa yang dia lalui dengan minah tuh ..  means nothing at all. aku tak leh lupa ayat dia " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what happen on the island , stay on the island&lt;/span&gt;". Rupa2 nya.. masa mamat tuh pi bercuti kat pulau perhentian tuh, dia tenga break up ngn gf dia..katanya..gf dia hurt him badly. Dia pun..cume nak seronok2 je ayat minah tadi.. bila balik KL.. dia da berbaik balik ngn gf dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minah nih plak.. angen satu badan ler.. dia beria la menghargai segala kenangan yang dia cipta dengan mamat nih... turn out... last2 jadi camni...apa lg.. perang mulut la dlm radio..maka..terpaksa la dj2 radio fly.cm cut them off..and terus siarkan lagu.. apa jadi lepas itu.. aku pun tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. meh sini..aku bagi lesson yang aku pelajari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau kamu tahu lelaki / wanita itu sedang or baru sahaja break up.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANGAN &lt;/span&gt;layan perasaan anda atau si dia lebih2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kenapa? Sebab ada dua senario boleh terjadi.. either dia akan cepat tangkap cintan dengan kamu - niat dlm hati nak balas dendam or dia akan berpatah balik pada kekasih lama dia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Kalo anda sedang berada dalam situasi sebegini.. macam nih la.. jangan layan sangat perasaan dia atau anda.. Dia mungkin bleh jadi manusia paling romantik la..sweet la.. ( ada yang memang born with it - like my bee) or (ade just pretend to be sebab dia nk lepaskan tension dia ke.. "air" dia ke, saja mengisi kekosongan sementara).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..if dat guy or girl being too nice.. u should be very careful.. consider your heart first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 sebegini..mereka memerlukan teman untuk berbicara.. memberi semangat.. dan kita jadi la teman yang sebegitu.. Jaga batas2 pergaulan anda. Biar dia get back to reality. Dia pasti hargai anda sebagai teman dia.. kawan dia ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada cinta berputik dalam hati anda berdua.. then..hargai la pasangan anda seadanya.. kadang2.. kita tak sedar.. sibuk2 cari orang untuk bercinta..rupanya..cinta anda sentiasa ada di sisi anda selama ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku... kepada minah tersebut.. kalau tak salah aku.. nama dia Regina.. I'm sure.. dat guy, Danny.. he didn't worth a thing pun.. If he is a gentleman.. I'm sure, dia akan remind kat you dari awal.. between you and him are just friend.. or.. he just flirt around.. no promises yang benda yang sama akan berulang bila tiba di KL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8533989937888992076?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8533989937888992076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8533989937888992076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8533989937888992076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/what.html' title='What the..??'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5159266099292352388</id><published>2011-04-05T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:47:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna pick up everything&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a bag&lt;br /&gt;Grab the keys&lt;br /&gt;Tossed the bag in the car&lt;br /&gt;Start the engine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and drive to .. nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to feel like this when everything seems  messed up..&lt;br /&gt;the devil and the angel of me&lt;br /&gt;screaming and shouting inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;I can't be neither bad nor good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk but I don't know to who&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to listen to me but I can't even listen to myself&lt;br /&gt;I want to runaway but it leads me to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but I'm tired of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back and I see.. me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;Hah.. how she know what she wants, how to talk, how to act, smart ass girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to talk&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to act&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;I feel useless&lt;br /&gt;I feel insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL MY HEART IS DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only here in this blog.. I can write whatever ridiculous thought I had. Mind could be a dangerous thing. Sometimes, I'm scared with mine too. I think too much. I try to control myself. I don't want to ruin everything... Maybe it is necessary to sacrifice some things for a better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel alive again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5159266099292352388?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5159266099292352388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5159266099292352388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5159266099292352388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just.html' title='I just...'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8451553211768969553</id><published>2011-03-30T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:16:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenek..bertahanlah</title><content type='html'>Benar lah kata orang. "Seorang ibu boleh jaga 10 anak tetapi 10 anak tak mampu menjaga seorang ibu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu aku tidak percaya pada kata-kata itu. Mustahil bagiku. Takkan 10 anak tak mampu menjaga seorang ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini..semua nya berlaku di depan mataku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang wanita yang dahulunya tabah dan cekal membesarkan 9 anak-anaknya..&lt;br /&gt;Kini terbaring lemah tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak menunding jari bila ditanya siapa mahu menjaga ibu mereka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelbagai alasan diberi. Seolah mahu lari. Siapa yang rasa bertanggungjawab sahaja yang tampil ke hadapan. Adakah benar-benar ikhlas? Itu rahsia hati masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila disoal pasal perbelanjaan..juga boleh menimbulkan pergaduhan. Balik-balik soal wang pencen menjadi isu. Apa, salahkah menghulurkan sedikit sumbangan dari diri sendiri? Mengapa isu wang pencen menjadi persoalan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah ibumu dulu mempersoalkan wang ketika membesarkan kalian?&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah ibumu memberi alasan untuk tidak menjaga kalian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduhai..aduhai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. besar sungguh kuasaMu. Kau telah tunjukkan aku satu contoh alam kehidupan. Semoga aku dan adik beradik ku tidak mengulanginya pada kedua ibu bapa kami. Benar Ya Allah, kami tidak sempurna tetapi izinkanlah kami memberi khidmat yang sebaik mungkin kepada ibubapa kami agar mereka redha dengan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Nenek..bertahanlah melalui sisa-sisa waktumu..Semoga nenek cepat sembuh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8451553211768969553?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8451553211768969553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/nenekbertahanlah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8451553211768969553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8451553211768969553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/nenekbertahanlah.html' title='Nenek..bertahanlah'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2829903828413642051</id><published>2011-03-19T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:49:13.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want..but I dont think I could have it</title><content type='html'>I always ask myself..what I want to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may graduate as a multimedia student.. but deep inside of me..I know nothing about it.. I ashamed looking at my result but I couldn't make even a simple flash or a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do? Hmm.. well..people might say.. It's never been too late to do what we want.. but I don't know..It feels like..I don't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to explore more about other people culture..Go around the world..learn the culture and be a part of it. I can say..I envy of Asha Gill but definitely I cannot be like Ian Wright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, me and my friend went to Batu Caves for photoshoot on Thaipusam day. It was an awesome moment. I even "interview" some of the people there, asking questions to get the better understanding of the Indian culture rather than making own assumption. I know.. being like Asha Gill needs more than just the asking some question to the other people. In our mind.. we need to set all the  5 "W" questions.  We also need to know our purpose of doing it and what we want to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me.. I can only dream of it..Hmm..my language..is not really good (even when you read this..I'm sure you will agree with me), I got low self confidence..My physical appearance also..one of the "big" issue I have to handle. I cannot stand a lot of preassure, I see mysef as a boring person...bla..bla..bla..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. I am muslim.. Not that really obedient but.. I still respect most of the rule. Exploring the world, most of things I need to ensure is my meals.  My meals are mostly "halal" or else I have to be a vegetarian (aww...I love meat.. beef, mutton, lamb, chicken).. No alcohol drinks or even in food. Not forget to mention, what if I want to enter a church or a temple, do some sort of religion style in case of need to respect other people culture. Thus, if I wanna do what I want to do.. I really need to seek some advise and opinion from the people who have deeply understanding in Islam rules. Muslim people..especially Malays, they very sensitive with these kind of issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom encourage me to do what I want to do, but she doesn't really know that , I cannot do it because of many factors I need to consider.. Which is why, I encourage my siblings to set their own mind of what they want to do, so that they have plenty of times to prepare. I don't want them to be like me.. but never mind.. this will be my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be now, I cannot host a traveling and dine show but I can experience it in a personal way .. maybe 30 - 40 years from now?? Just me and my lovey hubby enjoy our retirement.. wink..wink (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: (if we both still strong and have lots and lots of money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2829903828413642051?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2829903828413642051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-wantbut-i-dont-think-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2829903828413642051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2829903828413642051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-wantbut-i-dont-think-i-could.html' title='What I want..but I dont think I could have it'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6179219162393556619</id><published>2011-03-07T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:31:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is.. my LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSVoMKQpIW8/TXTPckh07tI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bp8HWHOCmyc/s1600/bday%2Bbee2011%2Bcard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSVoMKQpIW8/TXTPckh07tI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bp8HWHOCmyc/s200/bday%2Bbee2011%2Bcard2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581313927967731410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this JPEG file can speak by itself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I miss him so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6179219162393556619?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6179219162393556619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-is-my-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6179219162393556619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6179219162393556619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/03/he-is-my-love.html' title='He is.. my LOVE'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSVoMKQpIW8/TXTPckh07tI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bp8HWHOCmyc/s72-c/bday%2Bbee2011%2Bcard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1066844834884154906</id><published>2011-02-28T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T00:40:36.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huhu</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my blog readers..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while I guess, I didn't update my blog..I just don't know any nice thing to be share with all of you. I'm kinda tired of talking things about relationship or the flow of life.. but, that's too bad..this blog is suppose to be about me..talking about anything I want..without being judge and suppose to be a  point for all of you to think in a different way, which means, my way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahaks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm kinda addicted to Lady Antebellum song "Need You Now". I heard it once in the radio while driving home.. but at that time, I don't know who's the singer. Just yesterday, some part of the lyric keep on popping in my mind.. so, I google that part and..there you go..FOUND IT! and download it...Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like connected to the song... I can feel the pain of being alone and the feel of wanting someone so badly.. well.. in this song, (in my point of view) the person might have been separate from his/her partner.. then..as usual.. he /she get drunk, sitting all alone in room.. thinking back..and realize.. how his/her partner is so important in their life.. until they can even put away the ego of not calling back their partner.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People tend to take things for granted...sometimes..we just didn't realize we done it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not easy when 2 different person need to be together.. but that is the magic of God. Only He knows the best for His servants.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I can say is.. appreciate your partner for who they are while you still have the time..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1066844834884154906?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1066844834884154906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-to-all-my-blog-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1066844834884154906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1066844834884154906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-to-all-my-blog-readers.html' title='Huhu'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2982634874623690268</id><published>2011-02-07T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:44:55.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemburu</title><content type='html'>Salam satu dunia untuk pengikut blog saya (seciput je)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedang syok2 membuat kerja saya tapi ntah bagaimana saya dapat satu inspirasi untuk posting kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepada bos jika terbaca posting ini..minta ampun .. tetapi..kerja masih jalan ya&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..continue balik.. tajuk posting kali ini cemburu. Ya..semua manusia ade je sifat cemburu dalam diri mereka. Kalau tak cemburu maka kemungkinan besar kamu ialah robot atau malaikat. Saya teringat few days ago, saya keluat bersama teman gadis2 saya dan masing2 ada saja cerita mengenai cemburu (walaupun topik asal xde kne mengena pun dengan cemburu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemburu pada pasangan, cemburu pada teman, cemburu lah..senang cerita. Adakala, saya da tak tau nak beri ulasan apa pada setiap perbualan atau pertanyaan. Bagi saya..cemburu itu perlu ada tetapi jangalah sampai membutakan hati. Saya akui..saya seorang yang cemburu.. Cemburu bila melihat orang lain dapat lebih dari saya, tetapi semuanya bertempat lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika hati tercetus rasa cemburu, cepat2 lah akal saya menjalankan tanggungjawabnya menghubungkan sel2 otak untuk berfikir. "Dia berusaha gigih..memang patut dapat kelebihan", " Itu rezeki dia.. mungkin nanti rezeki saya pula".  Itu kalau berkaitan dengan kebendaan atau keadaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbeza cemburu dengan pasangan.. Hmm.. Saya memang perlu cemburui dia... tapi takde la rasanya sampai tahap cemburu buta. Cemburu2 manja je.. Bagi saya, cemburu pada pasangan itu perlu kerana ini dapat menyedarkan pasangan kita bahawa dia amat bernilai dlm hidup kita. Kita takut kehilangannya. Ada juga kes couple yang tak cemburu pada pasangannya. Percaya sepenuh hati lah.. tetapi end up.. salah seorang berlaku curang sebab take advantage atas kepercayaan pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust each other tuh memang penting tp pd mse sama, selitkan unsur cemburu..at least 20 - 30 % la.. buat2 je cemburu walaupun tidak. (p/s: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make sure pasangan anda tidak tahu anda berpura cemburu pada dia.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa pun..semuanya di tangan anda. Don't take somebody for granted. Mana lah tau kan.. dia nampak baik.. silap2 da pasang banyak kat belakang anda sebab anda tak pernah kisah pun.. (Minta jauh lah aku jadi camtuh sebab bee aku pun x jeles kat aku..huhuhu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2982634874623690268?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2982634874623690268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/02/cemburu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2982634874623690268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2982634874623690268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/02/cemburu.html' title='Cemburu'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4145167721856832690</id><published>2011-01-25T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:57:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya nampak..tahun ini saya sunyi...</title><content type='html'>Saya dapat call...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mula-mula saya sangat gembira sebab dapat dengar suara bee saya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasa macam betul2 dia ada kat sebelah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tuh.. bee saya khabarkan satu berita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus hati yang berbunga-bunga..jadi layu satu per satu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya cuba untuk senyum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sembunyikan rasa yang pedih ini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkinkah takdir ada plan untuk kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namun saya takde la kuat mana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Airmata memang mercu tanda saya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mengalir lah setitis dua..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panas je pipi nih terasa aliran airmata itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya nampak..tahun ini saya sunyi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunyi sebab bee saya tak balik jumpa saya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habis plan-plan saya berkubur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habis impian saya nak rangkul bee saya se erat yang boleh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betul lah.. mimpi-mimpi saya berbulan yang lepas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya asyik mimpi bee saya balik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya teramat rindukan bee saya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namun begitu.. saya tidak tahu lah pula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jika ada miracle bakal terjadi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kini saya sedang belajar menerima hakikat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahun ini saya rasa sunyi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4145167721856832690?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4145167721856832690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/saya-nampaktahun-ini-saya-sunyi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4145167721856832690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4145167721856832690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/saya-nampaktahun-ini-saya-sunyi.html' title='Saya nampak..tahun ini saya sunyi...'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-422595822558038874</id><published>2011-01-16T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:07:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dah 25</title><content type='html'>Ohh ya..aku da 25 tahun&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pejam celik..pejam celik..lalui hari2 yang adakalanya bosan dan adakalanya awesome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah 25 ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah mula bekerja..walaupun sometimes rasa nyampah pun ada..tapi adatla kan..dah kerja..kena jadi dewasa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah 25..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah ada kereta..terima kasih kepada mama and ayah kerana berusaha membelikannya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah ada someone dalam minda dan hati.. walaupun dalam keadaan yang masih samar tetapi aku berharap itulah dia..semoga Allah merestui kami...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku suka memberi nasihat dan kongsi pengalaman suka duka, pahit manis ku dikala usia remaja &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kepada adik2 ku.. dengan harapan mereka dpt befikir dlu sebelum bertindak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perjalanan masih jauh..semuanya masih samar..namun aku berharap..semuanya akan berjalan lancar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku mahu jalankn tanggungjawabku dengan baik sebagai anak, kakak, kekasih,kawan dan juga seorang pekerja yang adelah sedikit sebanyak dedikasi nya..hahahaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ape pun.. aku dah 25.. aku dah dewasa..aku da suku abad.. ohh dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-422595822558038874?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/422595822558038874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/aku-dah-25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/422595822558038874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/422595822558038874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/aku-dah-25.html' title='Aku dah 25'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4991871908162812138</id><published>2011-01-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:25:08.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2011</title><content type='html'>Ohh... Welcome 2011...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending my new year nite.. in front of my PC, waiting for my bee and watching Raising Hope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahaks.. malas dah nak keluar.. cehh.. macam ler sebelum nih aku keluar celebrate.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga tahun 2011 membawa aku ke arah lebih positif, hubungan aku dan bee lebih erat dan bertambah lg syg..  also semuanya berjalan lancar dan apa jua dugaan.. aku mampu harungi dengan tabah.. Insyaallah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4991871908162812138?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4991871908162812138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4991871908162812138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4991871908162812138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-2011.html' title='Welcome 2011'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3324203949360944551</id><published>2010-12-31T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:21:42.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 Chronology</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;: Struggling out for my FYP&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;: Been diagnose for Vertigo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;: Berjalan-jalan seluruh UniKL campus, One of my 8 girlfriends got married. Yeeha                           and my driving practice getting worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;: Worst!! I fail my bukit test but what most important right now is my FYP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;: End of study..My FYP is okay although we fail to print it out and commercial it because we both lack of money as no one would like to sponsor us..Who cares..Asal dapat A sudah!!. Now, I'm preparing myself for the best moment in my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;: Whole month spending every minutes, every breath beside my bee in Manchester also                  we both having our Pre Honeymoon in Paris and London.. Awesome month, moment in                  my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt; : Back again to Malaysia.. leaving Manchester with tears of knowing that we have to wait                  another year to meet again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;: Job Hunting.. and I pass my driving test!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;: Still do the job hunting and got an offer from a nice company.. So excited and also.. I'm                               having a hard time.. I miss him a lot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;: Convo Day... I finally graduate with good result and start working the next day but I                      also have to let go of my job at the same day.. Reason: No Car, No Work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;: I got a car and the car name is Aurum. She's an ATOS..Thanks to my family..but I'm scared to drive...it took me around 2 -3                                weeks to drive..but everyday I never fail to practice and do the Job Hunting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;: I got job offer at Kepong and now.. I'm working as a Graphic Designer.. doing things                       that I'm suppose to like it and good at it..Ahahaks.. never mind.. I need the                                       experience and money as I need to pay my car, the petrol and of course, it also for                           my future plan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TR8byA_aqSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vQ6unmij88Q/s200/20122010495.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557191011271878946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Work Space!! Dull huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Allah SWT for giving me the strength and show me a lot of things, giving me the opportunity to be at the place where before this it was all just a dream of a girl. I do hope 2011 will be one of the best year with best moment like I had when I was in 2010.. Thank you Allah for giving me these best peoples in my life - &lt;b&gt;My Family, My Friends and My Bee&lt;/b&gt;...Syukur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3324203949360944551?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3324203949360944551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010-chronology.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3324203949360944551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3324203949360944551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010-chronology.html' title='My 2010 Chronology'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TR8byA_aqSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vQ6unmij88Q/s72-c/20122010495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2808251011749417720</id><published>2010-12-22T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:55:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.. Speak Out!!!</title><content type='html'>Hari nih aku rasa macam bengang sangat kat dia...payah sangat ke nak balas sms? Dulu.. time mula2.. rajin la jugak membalas walaupun ratio sms dibalas  3 : 1. sekarang nih? (bayangkan bunyi cengkerik.. krik..krik..krik)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak merajuk.. rasa macam tak rasional.. tapi biasa lah perempuan.. bukan dorang suka2 je nak merajuk tapi itu lah guna nya ada pasangan kan???? Karang terlebih buat perangai.. kena marah.. kena marah tuh kira baik lah.. kalo dia angkat kaki? Amacam? Aku juga yang terkedu.. Lelaki?? Bagi mereka.. patah tumbuh..hilang berganti.. Tak suka? Goodbye.. aku salah ke? Kalau salah..sila betulkan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita kat sini.. menggumam dalam hati.. nak ngadu pada siapa? Nasib baik ade kawan pompuan yang menghadapi masalah yg sama sudi mendengar luahan.. kalau tak.. bertambah celaru sel2 otak aku yang bercantum sana sini memikirkan yang bukan2.. tapi.. kami lebih prefer bercerita dengan pasangan kami dengan harapan mereka dapat cool down kan hati kami....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Aku menaip dalam keadaan marah, penat dan penuh emosi.. Hati tak tertahan menahan..Aku tak tahu macam mana nak sampaikan apa aku rasa sebab aku bimbang.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kerana pulut santan binasa, kerana mulut badan binasa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga aku tak binasa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2808251011749417720?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2808251011749417720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahh-speak-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2808251011749417720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2808251011749417720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahh-speak-out.html' title='Ahh.. Speak Out!!!'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8767138568466741926</id><published>2010-12-21T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:27:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC About You Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Fill out these questions and make a new note called ‘ABC About You.’ Then tag 25 people. If you got tagged by me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;YOU HAVE TO take this survey and repost it! Dont forget to tag me because I want to know more about you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;ABC About You Questions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;A - AVAILABLE: Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;B - BIRTHDAY:16 January 1986&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: My Bee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Cold plain water...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;E - EASIEST PEOPLE TO TALK TO: Mommy, Mikko Chan, Wanie, Myzz Aemms, and My Bee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: Lots.. Lazy to type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: MY BEE OF COURSE!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;J - JUGGLE: Worst of all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: Really want to..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Hmm.. Ntah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR:Chocolate yum yum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;O - ONE WISH: I wish my bee is here with me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: My sis (Abby)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: When Im in peace and with my loved ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST SANG: Only Exception by Paramore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 5.45 am.. Work.. work..work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR: Today - Cream.. Tomorrow - tomorrow decide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S):Yummy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;W - WORST HABIT: Pulling off my hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: Chest X ray.. for further study purpose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Y - YOYOS ARE: dangerous toy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Random Questions About You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Spell your name without vowels: NN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Your favorite number: 2, 8, 6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What color do you wear most?: Black, White and others too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Least favorite colors: None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What are you listening to?: None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Im okay with it..Thank you god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: Agama. My ustazah is the best ever!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who is your best friend?: my mom, mikko chan, wanie, aiman and my bee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;When do you start back at school/college: Finish already.. maybe soon, perhaps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Are you outgoing?: Not really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Favorite pair of shoes: My black high heel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can you dance?: A bit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: What the hell is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Can you whistle?: A bit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Cross your eyes?: Dont think so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Walk with your toes curled: Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;THE DO'S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Ya..everything is possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Ya..It is a give from God&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in magic?: Lalala.. magic.. wish it's true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Love at first sight?: Ya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in Satan?:  Ya.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: Ermm... nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you know how to swim?:  Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: Hell Yeah!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they put in their stomachs on those reality shows?:Nahh.. nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: Ya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: Ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?: Ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: Ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;THE WHATS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What is the temperature outside?: I guess around 27 celcius&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: Hitz. Fm, Sinar.fm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: Italiannies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: My everyday Mac D coffee n sausage mc muffin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?: Drop Dead Diva&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Me, myself and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who did you last webcam with?: My Bee.. Me miss him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: My Bee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;CRYING SECTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: Yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: no answer yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?:Depends on how bad the injury is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: Ya.. "Stay With Me " by Danity Kane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Are you a happy person?: Depends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What is your current hair color?: Brownish Black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Did you happy when someone says 'I Love You': As long that person is my family members, bestie and MY BEE ofcourse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Did you happy when your admirer gives you a bunch of roses? : Hmm.. why are you giving me this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What makes you happy? :Having my bee beside me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Will you happy if your boyfriend asks you for romantic dinner tonight? : HELL YEAH!!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;CURRENTLY WEARING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;What shirt are you wearing?:Peach Polo Shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Pants?: Long pants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Shoes?: Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Necklaces?: with butterfly pendent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Underwear?: Ya.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Boy =&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Favorite eye color: Brown, Blue, Green.. as long he got eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Short or long hair: Short and not too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Height: Higher than me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Muscular? : My Bee is perfect just the way he is.. "YOU SO FLUFFY, IM GONNA DIE"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Been to jail: Nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Mooned someone: Errmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Cried in school: Used to but forget for what reason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Wanted to be a model: Sure.. anyone wanna offer a short and chubby model, call me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh about: Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Seen a dead body: Ya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Been on drugs: I love paracetamol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Gone skinny dipping?:nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries?: Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Meat or Veggies: Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;TV or Movie: Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Guitar or Drums: Guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Chinese or Mexican:Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Corn Flakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Name one random thing about myself: Blurry Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8767138568466741926?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8767138568466741926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/abc-about-you-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8767138568466741926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8767138568466741926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/abc-about-you-questions.html' title='ABC About You Questions'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-926696391480589227</id><published>2010-12-17T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:57:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila hati dah tak mahu gembira</title><content type='html'>Dulu.. takde kerja.. sibuk bising2 nak kerja..&lt;div&gt;Kini..Allah dah bagi rezeki dapat kerja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pulak rasa tak gembira..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak tau la kenapa.. takda langsung rasa teruja.. tak macam aku dapat start kerja kat Tweedlewink dulu.. Meluap2 rasa semangat... rasa nak kerja and give my best on the task given..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kini.. nak pergi kerja pun terasa macam kaki kena rantai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TQtgtnW7B1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mS6Qy7aAiFo/s200/ist2_14191520-really-sad-prisoner-in-chains.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551637302439774034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tgk pic kat atas tuh.. camtuh la ekspresi aku di pagi hari dan juga bila pulang ke rumah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kerja so far..belum la pressure sangat tapi tak tau lah mengapa.. rasa tak seronok.. Dalam kepala aku set.. "Kerja kerana nak bayar kereta and carik bajet nak kawen". Mata tak pernah terlepas melihat jam di dinding berdetik.. mengira.. bila aku boleh pulang.. Kawan? Tak buat kawan lagi.. aku biasa la.. si pendiam, si sombong.. pada luaran aje.. tapi tuh la.. orang banyak terpedaya.. Aku  sangat menarik bila kamu pandai merangsang aku untuk berbicara.. tapi.. aku tengok..orang2 ofis aku..hmm.. telan air liur.. Diam..Shh.. Get back to work!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bila pulang.. mata melirik ke arah simpang ke Desa Parkcity.. teringat akan Tweedlewink..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rasa nak aja singgah.. jumpa Pamela ke Wennie ke.. tanya kot2 ade kosong lagi ke.. Kalo ade.. next year aku nak start.. tapi malu lah pulak... Nak tanya Mizhael..kot ade kosong kat Leo Burnett..hmm.. hampeh la tuh.. tak kan dapat.. reputasi aku pun tak berapa menarik masa kat Leo Burnett.. Mungkin sekali je lah aku merasa pengalaman di Leo Burnett...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My ideal kind of job and work environment is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open space.. not in small cubic kind of type.. near with the window and have some plants..Green is good for eyes and pembekal oxygen..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of the task kita boleh discuss sama2.. brainstorming together.. help each other out and tak kedekut ilmu..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm and friendly superior.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's between PJ and Sungai Buloh.. ahahahaks.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi.. mana boleh kita dapat apa yang kita idamkan.. sebab:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Barangkali sesuatu yang kamu tidak suka itu adalah yang terbaik untuk kamu. Begitu juga sebalik nya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alamak... aku suka and sayang pada bee aku. Macam mana nih????  Ya Allah.. berikan aku petunjukMu.. dan kalau boleh.. satukanlah kami dan panjangkan lah jodoh kami hingga ke akhir hayat..Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Opps..lari tajuk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apa pun..aku harap.. aku mampu lah bertahan..meneruskan perjalanan.. demi membayar bil dan persediaan bajet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-926696391480589227?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/926696391480589227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/bila-hati-dah-tak-mahu-gembira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/926696391480589227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/926696391480589227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/bila-hati-dah-tak-mahu-gembira.html' title='Bila hati dah tak mahu gembira'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TQtgtnW7B1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mS6Qy7aAiFo/s72-c/ist2_14191520-really-sad-prisoner-in-chains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-9005429379184472656</id><published>2010-12-05T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:28:44.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana wanita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes aku rasa manusia..sukar memahami spesisnye sendiri..bukan dr fizikal tp lebih kepada mentaliti dan perasaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lelaki selau kata wanita complicated.. leceh.. banyak songeh.. tak faham ape mereka mahukan..well.. kadang2 aku pun xtau ape yg wanita ini mahukan.. aku sendiri pun xfaham diri aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanita..hmm.. as usual..emotional.. walau bagaimana keras nye korang lihat mereka.. mereka tetap wanita.. emosi memainkan peranan besar dlm pemikiran mereka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi apa yang aku tahu.. wanita tak kan stop buat perangai selagi mereka tak rasa selamat.. dorang rasa ade something missing yang membuatkan mereka tahu.. dlm sekelip mata.. chenta hati mereka puff...disappear..other than that..biasa la..dorang nak attention..dorg nk cuba sampaikan sesuatu..tapi xtau nk katekan sbb dorg sendiri xpasti ape yg dorg nk sebenarnye (at that time la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanita nak diri mereka rasa selamat..rasa sangat hebat..ingin rasa dicintai dan mencintai spt dlm novel2 cinta yang penah korang baca..paling2 pun macam cite "the notebook".. tapi siapakah kita untuk meminta cinta spt itu? Tuhan kurniakan kita seorang insan dlm hidup utk kita belajar menerima dan mencintai dia seadanya.. Mereka bukan robot ciptaan kita..So..wanita.. learn to live with it..this is reality..not cinderella story!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanita suka berfikir disegenap pelusuk akalnya mampu tembusi..Oleh itu..jika anda ada teman wanita yang mengada2 tuh.. mungkin dia rasa tak selamat..dia takut kamu hilang.. memang mudah orang kata.. patah tumbuh hilang berganti.. nk tumbuh pun makan masa n depend mcm mne perasaan itu disemai, dibaja,..kalo ade duit..boleh la mencari ganti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku akui juga...hati manusia boleh berubah..mungkin skrg kita rasa hidup gelap tnpa dia..tapi kalo hati da berubah..sekejap je..perasaan sayang bertukar benci..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duit, fancy stuff.. if u used that utk pujuk hati seorang wanita.well.. wanita materialistik. plastik boleh la kot..tp bg wanita yang hatinya telah kamu miliki..Jangan amalkan. Wanita bukan kisah mane pun. kamu bagi..kami ambil...tapi.. dlm hati mereka? siapa tahu kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya..kami makhluk complicated tp xsusah mana pun.. Kamu kena berusaha sikit blajar memahami kami.. kalo semua benda kami bgtau kamu.. ape challenge yg kamu ade utk memiliki kami? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: cuba fahami lagu dari ada band- Karena wanita.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-9005429379184472656?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9005429379184472656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/kerana-wanita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/9005429379184472656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/9005429379184472656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/12/kerana-wanita.html' title='Kerana wanita'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8550097814863017345</id><published>2010-11-24T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:52:12.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craps in my head</title><content type='html'>Here I am.. again.. sitting in front of my "Foggy" and typing this blog. Feeling anxious, insecure, hopeless, a bit lost and a little bit of jealousy..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. I can say that :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still jobless and still do the job hunting.. so far, got no any result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really need the money as now I have bigger responsibility.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like my head is being block. Rather to be emotional than logical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.. I don't know what should I do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is the natural phase that every "jobless" graduate student should face it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finish our SPM, people will ask : when to further study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we further study: When to finish study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we finish study: When are you going to work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we get job: When are you going to marry? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we married: When are going to have kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we get kids: When are you gonna have more kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn all these people!!! Why should we follow the usual plain chronology of life while we actually can make our life even better and full of surprises and adventure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have few things I wanna do in life to.. but there are some few things that prevent (not permanently) me to do it. but it's ok.. Maybe God have surprises for me..  ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8550097814863017345?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8550097814863017345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8550097814863017345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8550097814863017345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-i-am.html' title='Craps in my head'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1301865899074625430</id><published>2010-11-13T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:31:25.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>Menanti yang tak pasti</title><content type='html'>Airmataku tumpah lagi&lt;div&gt;Aduhai..sakitnya rasa di hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terasa bagai dihiris, dipotong, di dadu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aduhai sakitnya kepala ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terimbau kembali saat2 dahulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saat aku celik mata.. dia ada di sebelah aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saat aku nak terlena tiba2 terkejut mendengar "kroh...kroh.." nya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tik tok tik tok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cepat benar masa berlalu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tetapi..terasa lambat pun ada juga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekejap benar nikmat ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamanya terasa menanggung sakit rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tik tok tik tok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Airmataku tumpah lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila memikirkan benda yang tak pasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa yang aku perlu lakukan bila dia tiada lagi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau ditanya pada orang "Eleh..apa susah..carik lain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudahnya berkata2..lembut lidah dari gigi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin dia boleh tanpa aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi aku? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baru memikirkan saja bisa buat aku tak tentu hala.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaung yang dalam ku rasakan cetek saja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasad aku mungkin mati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hati ini belum tentu pasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dugaan..Dugaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apakah mampu kami harungi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apakah kuat jodoh ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga kami cukup tabah dan cukup kuat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oleh itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku masih setia di sini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menanti yang tak pasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan harapan dan doa yang tak henti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1301865899074625430?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1301865899074625430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/11/menanti-yang-tak-pasti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1301865899074625430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1301865899074625430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/11/menanti-yang-tak-pasti.html' title='Menanti yang tak pasti'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5790145517496853319</id><published>2010-11-01T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:24:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku sedang membebel</title><content type='html'>Aku makin tidak mengerti akan keadaan dunia pada masa kini..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Institusi perkahwinan yang semakin rapuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remaja yang terdorong ke arah negatif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politik yang menyerabutkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan macam2 lagi lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Institusi perkahwinan yang semakin rapuh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walaupun aku selalu mengeluh..kenapa aku tak kahwin lagi, kenapa parent aku tak setuju aku kahwin dalam usia muda tapi jauh disudut hatiku..parent kita lebih makan garam dari kita yang baru terhegeh2 dan tergopoh nak ke alam dewasa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alam perkahwinan bukan satu benda yang mudah kita persendakan. Ye lah kan..zaman bercinta..semuanya manis..sehidup semati pun takpe... makan nasi berulam garam pun kita boleh redah..tapi...bila dah selamat dinikah...mula lah masing2 tunjuk belang. Nak pulak pada zaman sekarang ini.. zaman bercinta bukan main gah..kahwin..kalah majlis Siti Nurhaliza.. tapi tak sampai beberapa tahun..tak sempat 10 tahun.. dah naik mahkamah..failkan penceraian..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada juga kahwin sebab dah termengandung...bila dah lahir anak..mula lah..si suami pasang gelpren lain..yang si isteri pasang boypren.. anak? Hmm.. sukar kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku terfikir..kenapa atuk nenek, moyang2 kita..dah la kahwin pilihan keluarga, tak pernah dating pun..tapi mereka mampu pertahankan rumah tangga sampai akhir hayat mereka.. pasang scandal ke tambah bini muda ke..itu untuk mereka yang mempunyai kemampuan dari segi zahir dan batin.. (especially yang kaya2 atau yang teramat gatal tahap maksima)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zaman sekarang...tak kisah lah.. ko kaya ke miskin ke.. isteri orang ke laki orang ke.. sure ade salah seorang dari mereka ini mempunyai scandal dengan insan lain. Mengapakah keadaan itu perlu berlaku? Mungkinkah kita fikir..diri ini well educated, tak perlu menghormati perasaan pasangan kita? Ego yang mengaburi segalanya..pentingkan diri sendiri...?Ya.aku rasa orang2 sebegini elok di labelkan sebagai orang yang pentingkan diri sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu..gelaran janda, duda adalah status yang memalukan..ini berbeza ya dengan balu..kerana balu kematian suami. Zaman kini...aku lihat..berlumba manusia mengejar gelaran janda and duda..malah mereka2 ini lebih hangat daripada teruna dan dara. Aku tidak lah menghina golongan ini..kerana mungkin juga bekas pasangan mereka seorang kaki pukul..dan mereka mangsa penderaan.. Ini bukan kehendak mereka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why...relationship between 2 human are complicated.. Perasaan yang berbunga2 sayang sekejap sahaja boleh jadi benci.. begitu juga sebaliknya.. Apalah yang Allah SWT nak tunjukkan kepada kita sebenarnya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Remaja yang terdorong ke arah negatif&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..kesan daripada institusi perkahwinan yang rapuh ini..mampu melahirkan remaja2 yang terdorong ke arah negatif. (Ini berdasarkan perhatian secara rawak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baru sekejap tadi aku mendengar cerita adik perempuanku.. di mana rakan2 sekolah dia seolah memulaukan dia semata2 dia tidak mempunyai boyfriend. Huh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun akui..aku takde lah baik mana pun pada zaman sekolah..playgirl lah jugak..Biasa lah..suka dapat perhatian tapi pada masa sama..aku suka demand tinggi.. (until now pun) tapi takde lah sampai pelahap jantan..Hmm..boleh pula terlibat dalam aktiviti berbaur seksual..Aduhai...Apa nak jadi dengan dunia ini?? Buat aku risau nak beranak aje... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age belasan tahun.. janganlah terlibat dengan aktiviti2 sebegini..terutama yang berbaur seksual..Nauzubillah..korang dah la underage..if anything bad happen like termengandung..Iskk..sapa nak tanggung? Boyfriend2 korang ke? Kesian lah pada "unwanted generation" yang bakal korang kandung if korang tak take a really good care of diri korang. Rosakkan diri anda takpe..jangan rosakkan generasi akan datang. Anda memang dah dalam kategori useless.. so..should be no problem with that rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku yang sedang menaip blog ini..menaip meluahkan rasa kesalan aku dan juga merenung pada masa hadapanku yang aku sendiri tidak pasti.. Yang baik datang dari Allah SWT dan yang buruk itu daripada kita.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5790145517496853319?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5790145517496853319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/11/aku-makin-tidak-mengerti-akan-keadaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5790145517496853319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5790145517496853319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/11/aku-makin-tidak-mengerti-akan-keadaan.html' title='Aku sedang membebel'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3173502171153181789</id><published>2010-10-21T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T03:38:48.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya yang sedang panas hati nya di pagi yang sejuk</title><content type='html'>saya yang panas hatinya di pagi yang sejuk&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tengah panas hati..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia dah masuk tidur.. baru pukul 8.00 malam di tempatnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisik hati:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ahh..mungkin penat agaknya..bangun pagi..buat banyak kerja..penat semalam yang tak habis"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nih aku naik angin nih..semalam naik tersengguk aku depan pc..tunggu dia..tak muncul2. kata pergi makan.maybe lps makan ade kerja kena buat.okay...boleh terima...sekarang..aku yang sedang mekar hati..bak bunga tengah kembang..ingat boleh la kot borak2 sambil aku siapkan kerja..bleh plak nak tidur??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bengang..segera saya sign out ym..tanpa sempat dia habiskan ayat2 standard kami sebelum offline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BENGANG. GERAMMM!!! RASA CAM NAK TUMBUK JE MONITOR PC &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(tp x leh buat..nnt xde monitor..saya gak yg susah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahan lah amarah..pendamkan rasa negatif itu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belajar lah fahami orang lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lupakan aja kehendak hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hati saja mengada2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rindu pula saat2 dulu.. berbual di telefon..kini telefon saya sunyi..tapi saya tak kisah sebab saya pun bukan elok sangat pendengaran walaupun doktor kata telinga saya normal dan sihat.. Rindu juga pada message mlm2 yang mencuit hati... Rindu pada saat dia concern pada perubahan mood saya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agaknya dia nak bagi saya jangan mengada yang melampau kot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Konklusinya... Biar la dia tidur... doakan semoga dia lena dan mimpi2 yang indah..dan akan bangun di hari esok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya? Biarkan saya teruskan dengan kerja saya  dan saya masih panas hatinya di pagi yang sejuk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3173502171153181789?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3173502171153181789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/10/saya-yang-sedang-panas-hati-nya-di-pagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3173502171153181789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3173502171153181789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/10/saya-yang-sedang-panas-hati-nya-di-pagi.html' title='Saya yang sedang panas hati nya di pagi yang sejuk'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-7733373109111241926</id><published>2010-10-12T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:10:38.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convo and Career</title><content type='html'>Well..hello again..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm gonna cover up 2 story here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;1st: Convo Day &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulation to me!!! Yes.. I've just graduate and have my convo on 6th October 2010 (Wednesday) . It's...a happy and touching day. Well..after this, things will never be the same again. Everyone have their own path..It's going to be hard to get together again.. If you are my blog followers and never fail to read every of my posting...you will notice that there are many moments - happy, sad, angry, tired, blurr - that I've gone through for almost 6 years (3 years Diploma) and (3 years Degree). All the laugh and tears I shed just for that piece of papers... I'm glad I have graduate with a good result. Thank you so much to my family, my friends - Muz, Wanie, Ikwan, Feq, Knot, Fudul, Adib, Ajib, Emi, Eijam, Jaja, Ninie, Jijah etc...etc..etc...( banyak sangat ler..tak larat den nak taip). Not to forget, My dearest bee...Thank you so much for all the guidance, help and everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TLRrumQTjzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/00vJw-KtQxk/s200/konvo+copy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527161090977533746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2nd: Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha..this suppose to be interesting. I got the job that I wanted the most which is doing what I loved most. Playing with adobe photoshop. Also, an opportunity to improve my english by having lots of conversation with the foreigners. This should be my practice as my 3 years planning is involving to gain as much working experience so that, when I moved to UK with my bee.. I gonna be confident with my skills and english. The office of my dream job is situated at Desaprk City, somewhere else in Kepong. An elite place. The bad thing about this place is there is no public transportation going inside the Desaprk City area even taxi. The closest train station is KTM Kepong but you need to get the taxi to go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'm gonna try my best to survive for at least few month of working before I could find a car or a room to let in nearby place with walking distance. I'm so excited to start working there. My superior treat my nicely and there are some project coming up that makes me so eager to start working on it. Unfortunately...that evening, my superior talk to me about my transportation. They find it is not safe for me to walk down the hill just to get the taxi or depend to much for the taxi. It is costing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then..from that moment, I try to hold back my tears as my superior willing to let me go if I can't convince them that I could come and go back from work safely without depending on taxi. It feels like I'm just married for couple hours then my husband gone missing. I'm so disappointed. At KTM Kepong, I call my bee (i missed call him and he call me back)  and cry...He's trying his best to comfort me..giving me some suggestion...then my dad pick me up at the train station. At home..we all discuss and I decided to let go of my dream job and wishing I could be back at there when I got another chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now..I am jobless, penny-less, and feel hopeless... It's not that I have give up..I just feel kinda trauma for now. I still apply some jobs from other places but I always hoping for my dream job..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-7733373109111241926?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7733373109111241926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/10/convo-and-career.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7733373109111241926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7733373109111241926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/10/convo-and-career.html' title='Convo and Career'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TLRrumQTjzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/00vJw-KtQxk/s72-c/konvo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2287624754941688416</id><published>2010-09-26T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:53:41.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>Dari pagi tadi saya rasa macam tak best. Hati rasa serba tak kena. Ye la..saya terusik dengan si dia. Dia cuma cakap benda fakta tapi ntah mengapa saya rasa ibarat kaca terhempas di batu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tahu saya terasa hati..saya rasa lah..dia tanya, saya ok ke? sudah tentu saya akan kata ok..walaupun saya tak berapa ok. Saya memang macam nih..saya suka pendam apa saya rasa kerana benda itu remeh aja. Dan di ruangan blog inilah saya curahkan isi hati saya sebab saya lebih selesa menaip atau menulis apa yang saya rasa. Lidah selalu kelu dan keluarkan kata2 yang tak berapa tepat tentang isi hati. Otak pula lembab nak proses, mencari kata2 yang sesuai. Kadang2 setelah masa berlalu..barulah otak saya temui apa yg sesuai untuk diungkapkan. Saya tak tau nape otak saya lembab. Banyak sangat kot cabang dia..itu la pasal dia lembab. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak dia pujuk saya, tapi dia tak berapa pandai pujuk pun..Dulu dia akan hantar ayat2 manis dia kat saya..kini dia tak hantar sebab saya pernah cakap, ia tak berkesan. Kalau waktu saya tak rasa apa2 sudah tentu ia tak berkesan tapi kalau dlm situasi begini..ungkapan2 manis itu lah saya tunggu.Lagipun, saya tak nak terlalu hanyut dalam ayat2 manis.Bila usia makin meningkat..bukanlah ayat atau janji manis kita nak dengar sangat tapi isi hati yang ikhlas menerima baik buruk diri ini lah yang kita mahukan.Tapi takper la..biarlah saya pujuk hati ini..Benda remeh je pun..kalau saya bgtau dia..Hmm..saya boleh agak apa yang terjadi..Jd..biarkan dipendam benda yang remeh ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2..Saya rasa bersalah kat dia..kalau dia ada dengan saya sekarang, mesti saya capai tangan dia, salam and kiss tangan dia untuk mintak maaf. Saya terlalu rindukan dia..kadang-kadang saya nangis bila nak tidur sebab saya rindukan dia..Saya dan dia terpisah beribu batu, merentasi benua dan lautan. Setahun sekali saya boleh bertemu dia..itupun jika ada rezeki. Bercinta jarak jauh nih..kena kuat hatinya. Ada juga teman berkata, dia sendiri tak boleh berjauhan dengan pasangan untuk tempoh lama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pula..memilih untuk berjauhan sebegini sebagai langkah untuk mendidik diri erti kesetiaan, kejujuran dan keikhlasan hati. Pada masa sama juga..secara tak langsung..saya memberi masing2 ruang untuk diri sendiri. Nanti..andai jodoh ini masih kuat..bila da bersatu dalam ikatan yang sah..tidak perlu lagi berpisah.Berkepit la selagi mampu. Saya rasa..itu yang terbaik buat kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Kami berdua insan berbeza tapi saya anggap perbezaan inilah yang menyempurnakan kami..saya anggap lah..hope dia pun ada anggapan yang sama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2287624754941688416?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2287624754941688416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/shhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2287624754941688416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2287624754941688416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6858627186176111979</id><published>2010-09-22T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:49:04.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>aku merepek2 je..</title><content type='html'>Hari nih..saya tengok facebook..seperti hari-hari biasa&lt;br /&gt;Ada sorang kawan saya, dah selamat membina masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah..Bagus la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka tengok pengantin dan apa2 berkaitan dengan perkahwinan&lt;br /&gt;dari kecik lagi..addicted dengan gaun pengantin&lt;br /&gt;collect porcelain doll pengantin&lt;br /&gt;fashion show pun..baju pengantin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengok orang kahwin...wahh..cantiknya..tertanya dalam hati, bila lah aku boleh pakai cantik2 macam nih..ade crown, veil, baju dress kembang2 macam cinderella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama juga bila usia makin meningkat&lt;br /&gt;Membelek majalah2 fashion..terutama untuk wedding&lt;br /&gt;Siap pasang angan2 "Nanti..aku nak pakai macam nih bila aku kawen"&lt;br /&gt;Masuk kedai2 yang buat gubahan hantaran pn sama gak&lt;br /&gt;"nanti kawen nak buat macam nih la..macam tu lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kini..&lt;br /&gt;Jauh disudut hati...rasa macam..itu semua cerita dongeng semata2&lt;br /&gt;Nak kahwin? Parent aku dah tazkirah macam2&lt;br /&gt;bukan tak bagi anak dia kahwin tapi mereka bimbang&lt;br /&gt;institusi perkahwinan zaman sekarang sangat rapuh&lt;br /&gt;Generasi zaman sekarang membuatkan perkahwinan itu seperti tiada nilai.&lt;br /&gt;Kena pkir masak2 before nak kawen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi..Bila tengok mana2 kawan lain da kahwin..cemburu pun ada..&lt;br /&gt;Selamat dah dari nak lakukan dosa.Nak wat apa2 pun tak kisah. JAWI, JAIS ke Jakim xleh nak dakwa. Nak letak gambar peluk cium pun..orang xleh kata ape..sbb mereka dah sah pun bernikah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu, tengok masing2 tayang perut, bawak anak..&lt;br /&gt;aduhai..tersentuh naluri keibuan dlm diri aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku..usap2 je la perut yang mengandungi lemak2 yang teramat ler banyak nih..xde baby kat dlm perut.."benda" lain ade la..hihikhik..Nak usik anak orang lebih2..segan pulak..nanti orang ngata kat blakang "nak anak..beranak sendiri la"..&lt;br /&gt;Nanti..orang lain..anak2 semua dah besar..Aku? Dah tua2 baru terhegeh nak tukar lampin anak..Isk..isk..isk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa..aku memang excited la kalau bab2 persediaan perkahwinan nih..macam2 ade dlm otak aku..nak itu lah..nak ini la..Aku kongsikan dengan adik aku je pasal bab nih..Nak kongsi ngn si dia..hmm..bila elok2 cite dengan penuh semangat..respon dia sungguh simple..I guess lelaki macam tuh la kot..sebab dorang pkir bnda2 lain byk..Lelaki banyak based on reality..aku..masih di alam fantasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku salute pada sesiapa yang berani kahwin dalam usia yang agak muda sebab aku yang usia makin bertambah2 nih pun masih lagi pening kepala sebab banyak sangat cabang nk kena fikir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Benda tak se complicated mana seperti aku fikirkan sebenarnya. Semua bergantung kepada rezeki..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6858627186176111979?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6858627186176111979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/aku-merepek2-je.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6858627186176111979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6858627186176111979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/aku-merepek2-je.html' title='aku merepek2 je..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4159352764700246752</id><published>2010-09-08T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:28:30.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku..Hati..Perasaan...Otak</title><content type='html'>Kadangkala..aku sendiri tidak memahami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa keinginanku&lt;br /&gt;apa yang aku mahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengeluh..mengeluh..mengeluh..&lt;br /&gt;Merungut..merungut..merungut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang salah..Aku saja betul&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang betul..Aku lah yang salah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Hati, apa kau mahu?&lt;br /&gt;Hati: Aku nak dia..aku mahu dilayan. Aku mahu diberi perhatian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKu: Iskk..tak malu kah kau? Dia dah nak layan kau selama ini pun da cukup baik. Tak ckup kah?&lt;br /&gt;Hati: Aku tamak. Mana kenal erti cukup. Aku mahu dia manjakan aku..memahami kehendak aku, melayan kerenah kanak2 aku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKu: Wahai hati..aku malu padamu. Tidak kah kau terfikir, jika kau terusan begini..Dia akan muak lalu perlahan2 dia tinggalkan dirimu?&lt;br /&gt;Hati: AKu nih hati. Aku ada otak ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKu: Sudah lah hati..jangan diikutkan rasa itu..Cubalah kau bertenang..dengar kata otak. jangan di ikut perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;Hati: Ya..aku tahu..tapi perasaan mendesak aku menjadi begini..&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan: Hoi, hati!! Aku hanya meluahkan rasaku saja..Aku suka diberi perhatian..dimanjai..disayangi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: semua manusia suka dimanjai..disayangi..tidak kah kau percaya pada dia..Tak cukupkah kasih sayang dia pada kita? Kita kena ingat..dia jauh diperantauan..kita tak boleh mengharapkan dia sentiasa ada untuk kita every 24 jam 7 hari. &lt;br /&gt;Hati:Benar itu..aku hanya harap hatinya kekal pada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan:Eleh...kalau sungai boleh berubah..tak mustahil dia boleh berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otak: Aduhai...korang nih..naik serabut aku disebabkan korang. Hati, jangan ikot perasaan..dia sedang dipengaruhi hormon2..itu sebab dia mudah melatah. Hati..cekalkan diri..Berserah pada takdir..Percaya pada si dia yang kau sygi..Kalau kau tak kuat..wahai hati..hancurla kau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati:Ya otak..aku cekalkan diriku..Aku terikut dengan perasaan..Aku mudah terusik..Aku sangat sayangkan dia..Aku sentiasa mahukan hati dia bersama aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan: Ahh..Keliru..keliru..keliru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otak: Perasaan..SHHhhh...Pergi tenangkan dirimu kerana kau buat aku serabut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKu:Alhamdlulillah..tenanglah wahai hati,perasaan dan otak ku..jangan diserabutkan dengan benda yang tak pasti dan syak wasangka yang mampu merosakkan kasih antara aku dan si dia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4159352764700246752?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4159352764700246752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/akuhatiperasaanotak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4159352764700246752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4159352764700246752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/09/akuhatiperasaanotak.html' title='Aku..Hati..Perasaan...Otak'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-7625392910586241479</id><published>2010-08-15T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:35:21.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>what's wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who am I? What is my capabilities? What makes me so special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's more than a week&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of time in front of the computer, do some online photoshop tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;I try to create some design so that I could promote myself to earn some money as I'm not working yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then..I hate my artwork. It's too FLAT. Plain just like me. Sometimes it feel like Im wasting a lot of my time doing this but I know that, I shouldn't give up easily. I need to practice a lot to improve my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I wanna cry because I couldn't do anything simple in design. What kind of multimedia student am i? I can't do Flash or Dreamweaver or After Effect or any multimedia authoring tools..I'm ashamed to call myself as a multimedia student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ask me "Why do you choose to study in Multimedia if you don't like any stuff about it". It's a simple question but hard for me to answer it.The truth, I just further my study for my family sake. I have to do something so that I can gain the respect for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I say NO to my mum when seeing she so happy reading my offer letter from the university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always believe in me. She always say that she know I can make it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to result, I will make sure I gave my best result..Seeing she smile, happy..makes my life, my pain worth everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..I still try my best to improve my artwork..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-7625392910586241479?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7625392910586241479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-wrong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7625392910586241479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7625392910586241479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with me?'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4932915108819325974</id><published>2010-08-05T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:12:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini cerita tentang aku dan dia..</title><content type='html'>Aku tak tahu la..makin lama aku rasa aku makin mengada2&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya tak kena&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya ada cacat cela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu takde pun rasa macam nih&lt;br /&gt;Tak kisah pun apa yang terjadi&lt;br /&gt;Asalkan tak melanggar janji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang nih..aku sikit-sikit nak terasa apa dia kata&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun aku tahu dia tak bermaksudkan apa2&lt;br /&gt;Saja mengusik atau menyedarkan aku aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang aku rasa aku tak cukup sempurna untuk dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tertanya pada diri aku..&lt;br /&gt;Apakah selama ini aku mampu membuatkan dia menjadi lelaki paling bahagia di dunia?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah dia rasa seperti aku rasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu lah apa kena dgn aku nih..&lt;br /&gt;Sejak balik dr manchester&lt;br /&gt;Sejak aku terpisah dari dia&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa dah tak keruan..&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak dia di sisi aku..&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun dia suka menghadap laptop atau PS3 dari tgk muka aku..aku still nak jugak dia di sisi aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab aku tahu..&lt;br /&gt;Dia wujud..bukan mainan minda aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku sedih..aku boleh menangis depan dia&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku marah..aku boleh sepak dia&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku rindu..aku boleh peluk dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agaknya..aku terlalu rindukan dia..&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Ini cerita aku dan dia..Dia yang jauh di mataku tapi terlalu dekat di hatiku..Dia yang aku takut kehilangannya..Dia yang membuat aku rasa begitu keanakan..Dia yang memberikan aku nafas baru dalam diri ini..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4932915108819325974?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4932915108819325974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/08/ini-cerita-tentang-aku-dan-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4932915108819325974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4932915108819325974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/08/ini-cerita-tentang-aku-dan-dia.html' title='Ini cerita tentang aku dan dia..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1685597417803761017</id><published>2010-07-31T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:00:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perjalanan ini yang masih jauh</title><content type='html'>Sejak beberapa minggu...aku di rundung kerisauan..&lt;br /&gt;Adakah takdir memihak kepada aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah yang berada di akhir jalan hidupku?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ia seperti yang aku rancangkan atau Tuhan ada rancang lain untukku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu masa hadapanku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ia cerah, mungkin ia mendung&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakah makna keindahan yang sedia ada ini, cuma satu ujian dan kenangan buatku?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku membalas tuba kepada susu yang diberikan atau aku sebenarnya menerima tuba yang ku sangka susu yang bersih lagi suci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Apakah hati ini mampu kekal atau sungai yang berubah?&lt;br /&gt;Salah siapakah jika ini berlaku?&lt;br /&gt;Aku kah? Takdir kah? Octopus Paul kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku cuma nampak satu jalan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi benarkah itu jalan yang aku pilih?&lt;br /&gt;Adakah itu takdirku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Aku risau..&lt;br /&gt;Aku risau jika hatiku berubah&lt;br /&gt;Aku risau melukakan&lt;br /&gt;Aku bimbang aku tidak dapat menunaikan janji ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Bella masih lagi mendapat peluang cinta Edward walaupun dia juga cintakan Jacob&lt;br /&gt;Ada kemungkinan ke jika perkara itu seperti berlaku kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Dia akan beri peluang kepada aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mahu melukakan&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mahu dilukai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang yang aku mahu&lt;br /&gt;Aku mahu membalas budi, cinta orang yang benar mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa mengira rupa paras, kelemahanku&lt;br /&gt;kerana ini janjiku..kepada lelaki yang berjaya melihat aku seadanya aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akui..kami belum meredah badai ombak dugaan yang menggila&lt;br /&gt;Yang mampu menggugat segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah SWT merahmati kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berharap hati kami cekal&lt;br /&gt;Aku berharap cinta ini teguh&lt;br /&gt;Aku berharap cinta ini bukan mainan, bukan bahan gelak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun perjalanan ini masih jauh&lt;br /&gt;Aku harapkan kami berdua mampu mengatasinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Budi dibalas budi, Cinta dibalas cinta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Penat menangis kerana sedih dan kecewa..Aku mahu menangis kerana gembira dan kerana kesyukuran..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1685597417803761017?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1685597417803761017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/perjalanan-ini-yang-masih-jauh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1685597417803761017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1685597417803761017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/perjalanan-ini-yang-masih-jauh.html' title='Perjalanan ini yang masih jauh'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5527279081245176953</id><published>2010-07-26T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:25:51.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dulu dan aku sekarang</title><content type='html'>Aku bace balik blog lama aku kat myspace yang dah naik berhabuk..(isk isk isk..tak sangka ehh..dalam alam virtual pn leh ada habuk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada Friday, March 09, 2007, tajuk blog (Things about me that everyone should know (2007 updated version))..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa cam kagum kat diri sendiri pun ada juga sebab macam seolah aku tahu apa aku mahu pada ketika itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sekarang ialah 26 July 2010..dah 3 tahun 4 bulan berlalu.terasa macam ade certain benda dah berubah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pandangan aku dah tak clear seperti dulu..aku kini dah kurang agaknya nak berdemand..speak so loud like im the one who knows everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that still remains is myself..after I have been through a nightmare..I believe that Allah SWT wants us to be humble..down to earth..as we are only helpless human compare to His power..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sekarang rasa rileks..tak kisah la..apa jua pun..yang aku mahukan sekarang ialah:&lt;br /&gt;- aku ingin menikmati hidup ini selagi aku bernafas dan syukur di atas segala nikmat yang Allah SWT berikan kepada aku..&lt;br /&gt;- memberikan kebahagiaan dan kesenangan kepada keluargaku mengikut kemampuanku.&lt;br /&gt;- membalas dan memberi kasih sayang yang tak terhingga kepada bee aku kerana dia lah yang berjaya melihat aku di sebalik kekurangan aku..&lt;br /&gt;- Aku perlukan kekuatan untuk menempuh segala dugaan yang ada dan bakal ku lalui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku rasa aku sudah jalankan tanggungjawabku, maka..apa yang tinggal ialah keredhaan Allah SWT. Tiada apa lagi yang ku harapkan..&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mungkin aku jarang bersujud, jarang berzikir tapi tak bermakna aku lupakan Tuhanku, Allah SWT kerana Dia Maha Mengetahui Segalanya...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5527279081245176953?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5527279081245176953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/aku-dulu-dan-aku-sekarang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5527279081245176953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5527279081245176953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/aku-dulu-dan-aku-sekarang.html' title='Aku dulu dan aku sekarang'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3267267407010765106</id><published>2010-07-06T01:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:34:28.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye England</title><content type='html'>Goodbye England, Goodbye Manchester..&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget the chill of your breeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye England, Goodbye Manchester&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart and my love with you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could come again next time&lt;br /&gt;and stay as long as I want it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TDczD0kWhsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0Hf6jZpb1E0/s1600/02062010098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TDczD0kWhsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0Hf6jZpb1E0/s200/02062010098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491914411345348290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye England, Goodbye Manchester&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Goodbye Primark, Goodbye Sportsdirect, Goodbye Next, Goodbye River Island,Goodbye Chesire Oaks. I miss you deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3267267407010765106?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3267267407010765106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-england.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3267267407010765106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3267267407010765106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-england.html' title='Goodbye England'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TDczD0kWhsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0Hf6jZpb1E0/s72-c/02062010098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5278567516765721069</id><published>2010-07-01T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:30:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July oh july..</title><content type='html'>July ohh july....&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy but I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy because I'm going to be with my family and friends again&lt;br /&gt;but I sad because I have to leave my bee. It takes a year for us to meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am..sitting at the couch typing this blog&lt;br /&gt;with the sorrow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold him &lt;br /&gt;I can't touch him&lt;br /&gt;I can't smell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I can't be with him&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart, half of myself with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring back home all the memories I had with him for the whole month of June (and a bit of July)&lt;br /&gt;and I will wait for my bee to come to Malaysia next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July oh july&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thing need to be done in July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a work&lt;br /&gt;I need save money&lt;br /&gt;I need to pass my driving license&lt;br /&gt;I need to make my prawnn happy &lt;br /&gt;I need to be in touch with my besties back&lt;br /&gt;I need to pay back my fast (10 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July oh july&lt;br /&gt;This year June and July are the best thing ever happen in my life&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful to Allah SWT&lt;br /&gt;for giving me this opportunity, experience in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Bee..Thank you and I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TDcxhvjqUdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TTjyB-7yRLE/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TDcxhvjqUdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TTjyB-7yRLE/s200/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491912726373093842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5278567516765721069?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5278567516765721069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5588859194855555660</id><published>2010-06-26T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:47:05.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A about me (from Mizz Nurul page)</title><content type='html'>Name      : Siti Nina Suhaily&lt;br /&gt;Sisters      : 2 younger ones&lt;br /&gt;Brothers   : 2 Younger Ones&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size  : 5 @ 6 &lt;br /&gt;Height       : 152cm&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : Petaling jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : I dont know how to swim but i can floating.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school : hmm..maybe&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart : yes..used to be a player..now, I'm repent&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : can't remember..maybe nope&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : yes..used to&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : of course.. they're evidence (agree with mizz nurul. i even saved sms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : I got no room. bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you: my bee..he's sleeping so soundly..hahaha (kroh ..kroh)&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate : 2 slices of toasted bread with butter and blackcurrant jam&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox : when i was small&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : few months before&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : nope&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : nope too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you Believe in love at first sight : yes but it depends to whom u see..&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : nice. i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were...&lt;br /&gt;The last person you danced with : yumi chan&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : My polar bear, bee!&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : can't remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you…&lt;br /&gt;Talked to someone you like : hmm..my bee?&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone : yup..hehehe..i like!!!&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : just my running nose&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex : nahh..tak ingin aku!&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : ya..i miss my besties, my family and i miss my bee &lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : people who can't respect other people&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting : nope&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted : nope..&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed others than yours you rather sleep in : my bee's bed coz it's very cozy&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing now : white with printed picture of kiwi bird and word "from new zealand with love"&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person : not really but when you really know me..i can get along&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets : 2 turtle&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with TV on : sometimes&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing rite now : doin this Q&amp;A while sms with wanie&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth : truth is painful..but need to accept it&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father : my momma. &lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy : depends&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have a picture of you and your ex : yupp2.. but its MIA somewhere&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to : my bee or mizz nurul or wanie or yumi chan or my momma&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time : quiet&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident : nope..got totally low of self confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago :&lt;br /&gt;I'm na assistant secretary in samad prefect BOD&lt;br /&gt;I've broke someone heart&lt;br /&gt;I like someone but that guy did not like me&lt;br /&gt;Learning watching tamil movie&lt;br /&gt;I'm britney spears biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionnaire :&lt;br /&gt;Give my family some of my Money&lt;br /&gt;Open a foundation for those who unlucky&lt;br /&gt;Buy properties in the UK. heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;Travel all around the world with my bee, my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;Have one hell of shopping trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits : &lt;br /&gt;Pull of my hair (I'm nearly bold)&lt;br /&gt;sleep with my legs cross up&lt;br /&gt;Fart war with my brother&lt;br /&gt;on the internet a lot&lt;br /&gt;ermm..ermm...can't think anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I’ve lived/living :&lt;br /&gt;Seksyen 17, PJ&lt;br /&gt;Kayu Ara,PJ&lt;br /&gt;Kepong, KL&lt;br /&gt;Damansara Damai, PJ&lt;br /&gt;Kampung Baru, KL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5588859194855555660?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5588859194855555660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/q-about-me-from-mizz-nurul-page.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5588859194855555660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5588859194855555660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/q-about-me-from-mizz-nurul-page.html' title='Q&amp;A about me (from Mizz Nurul page)'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3206433205253561434</id><published>2010-06-22T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T05:16:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana aku adalah aku</title><content type='html'>Semua orang ade kat bawah tengah tengok cerita Angels and Demon. Well, I'm here in my bee's room. Typing this blog and listening to ermm I dont know what the hell the songs is all about. I feel so calm because I'm alone for a while. I like to be alone sometimes. I always hoping I could my own room or space just like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku adalah aku.. I am me. Aku bukanlah seorang yang mampu suarakan isi hatinya out loud. Bila aku marah, aku akan menangis. Bila sedih pun aku mampu menangis. Bila aku tertekan pun aku menangis. Dalam erti kata lain..au memang kuat menangis. Menangis bukan kerana lemah. Aku menangis untuk menenangkan diri aku, Cuba clearkan benda2 yang menghalang pemikiran aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku adalah aku. Aku di besarkan dan di ajar untuk tidak mementingkan diri sendiri (even naturally, aku ada sikap selfish itu). Aku tak tahu lah. Memang aku di ajar untuk memikirkan orang lain sebelum aku. Sebagai kakak sulung yang mempunyai adik2 dan membesar dalam keluarga yang sederhana, aku perlu mengorak langkah, menjadi contoh yang baik untuk adik2 (tapi aku bukanlah baik mana pun). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku adalah aku. Lagipun..aku tak tahu lah..mengapa makin lama aku tak mampu berfikir untuk apa2. Aku blurr memanjang. Kepala aku kabur ajek. Aku tak tahu mengapa. Aku tak tahu apa yang aku mahu, apa yang terbaik untuk aku. Yang aku tahu...aku tak tahu apa2 sehinggalah bila semua berlalu..aku pasti ada kekesalan yang terpalit di hati kerana tidak bertindak yang sepatutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku adalah aku. Aku yang lembut hatinya, tidak tahu kehendak hatinya, tidak pasti apa fikirannya, tidak yakin pada dirinya tetapi mungkinkah aku ini ada uniknya yang tersendiri? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana aku adalah aku..sayangi aku kerana aku adanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3206433205253561434?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3206433205253561434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/kerana-aku-adalah-aku.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3206433205253561434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3206433205253561434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/kerana-aku-adalah-aku.html' title='Kerana aku adalah aku'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-7050666042906739554</id><published>2010-06-19T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:42:13.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London?? what's the story?</title><content type='html'>Ohh..hello London!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, orang2 sekeliling aku..pasti heboh bila dapat pergi London. Bangga habis arr..Aku pula..naik menyampah dengan orang2 macamtuh. Cemburu pun ada juga, curious pun ada juga. Apa bagusnya London??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah aku tanya arwah nenek ku.. "Nek..napa kite asyik pergi indonesia jek. nape kite tak pergi London ke Amerika ke" arwah nenek aku jawab "kat situ sejuk, susah carik makanan halal. nenek tak larat makan roti aje". Aku agak frust la jugak dengar jawapan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian..bila da dewasa..berkenalan dan bercinta la pula dengan mamat malaysia yang menetap di England (bee aku lah tuh). Lps tuh, Lecturer aku sambung phD nye kat area London. makin meluap rasa hati nak ke sana. Kemudian, bee aku pula tak dapat balik ke Malaysia tahun ini..atas sbb2 yg tak dpt nk di elakkan. Alahai...camne nih.. aku bagi kata dua kat dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Either you balik Malaysia or you hantar ticket I dtg sana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi mula2 parent aku tak setuju..sedihnya aku...bee plak apply cuti untuk balik jugak malaysia demi aku. Kemudian, mama berubah hati..setelah memikir sedalamnya..dia benarkan aku pergi ke England dengan syarat..habiskan study dan dapt keputusan yang baik. Maka..aku tunaikan syarat itu. dan siap bagi DL lg skali. Bee aku pun gembira..dan aku pun gembira kerana bukan saja aku dpt spend masa dengan bee..tapi aku dapat pergi bercuti di London dan Paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiba aku di London, selepas pulang dari Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London ibarat KL yang sophisticated, laju dan bersih dr Paris.&lt;br /&gt;bila mula aku melihat big ben, london bridge, tower bridge&lt;br /&gt;hati aku rasa cam&lt;br /&gt;biasa je tempat nih&lt;br /&gt;tapi cantik and antik juga la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping kat England are much better than shopping at Paris&lt;br /&gt;because the price a bit cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempat lg aku berjumpa dengan lecturer aku, Puan Myzan di Oxford Street. Melepaskan rindu dan mendengar nasihat dia about further study on master or PhD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..bila aku kenangkan masa lalu..apa aku fikirkan..aku pasti ketawa dan rasa bersyukur pada Allah SWT sebab beri aku peluang ini..Peluang ke negara jauh dan hebat dari Malaysia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-7050666042906739554?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7050666042906739554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/london-whats-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7050666042906739554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7050666042906739554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/london-whats-story.html' title='London?? what&apos;s the story?'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5765316092249886834</id><published>2010-06-19T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:17:28.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu4HQHTOtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lsF5mnEw6ME/s1600/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu4HQHTOtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lsF5mnEw6ME/s200/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484179405977893586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu ketika dahulu..aku hanya memikirkan bahawa Paris itu satu tempat khayalan. tidak mungkin aku mampu jejak kan kaki ku di sana..kota yang penuh romantik, bla bla bla bla...dan sebagainya lah seperti juga..yang anda semua (yang belum pergi ke Paris) bayangkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi siapa lah aku untuk melawan kuasa Allah S.W.T.. , Tuhan Yang Maha Mengetahui segalanya. Allah berikan aku peluang..memberikan aku rezeki (melalui bee aku) untuk sampai ke tanah Paris. Alhamdulillah...syukur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila tiba di Paris..seperti dalam cerita di wayang..zuppp..angan-angan indah ku menjadi satu kenyataan yang pelik. Paris memang indah tapi hakikatnya orang Perancis nih KOTOR ya amat. Suka sangat kencing merata..di stesen keretapi bawah tanah mereka, hidungku naik sumbat disajikan dengan bau hancing dan juga masyarakat Perancis yang sangat banggakan bahasa mereka, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kagum melihat Eiffel Tower walaupun aku rasa ia hanyalah menara besi biasa...di bawahnya penuh dengan mangkuk2 kulit itam dan juga warga bosnia yang sibuk mencari mangsa2 yang kebanyakannya..pelanconglah untuk membeli brgn jualan mereka serta meminta sedekah. Pelbagai taktik mereka gunakan dan berkali2 membuat tawaran agar pelancong membeli barangan mereka. yang si peminta sedekah pula, sibuk mengejar pelancong yang boleh memahami nota minta sedekah mereka dalam bahasa inggeris.."can you speak english?" itu lah ayat mereka. Mangkuk2 ini tak ubah seperti burung hering yang mencari bangkai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris..&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka melihat bangunan2 mereka yang lama2 itu..sangat cantik, unik dan antik. teringat aku pada cerita2 yang memaparkan kota2 di Paris. indahnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris...&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan pahitku apabila aku pulang ke hotel dengan hanya berstokin kerana kaki aku sakit berjalan seharian menikmati keindahan Paris. Siap kena gelak lak tuh..aduhai..malam2..bee aku urut kaki aku...hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris..&lt;br /&gt;Kena ade banyak duit baru seronok pergi ke sana. Aku sebenarnya teringin nak masuk muzium2 kesenian di Paris dan membeli belah barangan berjenama. Tapi aku sedar siapa aku. Sudah lah bee aku tanggung aku..maka..aku pendamkan hasratku. Aku beli mana yang perlu (itupun tak ckup) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris..&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum pulang, aku, bee dan sara bersantai..melihat Menara Eiffel buat kali terakhir. Selamat tinggal Eiffel. Aku tidak akan lupa kenangan2 ku bersamu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu2iN6YNKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QobQHn-RKSo/s1600/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu2iN6YNKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/QobQHn-RKSo/s200/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484177670220035234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu2hAxw9DI/AAAAAAAAAYc/52wZoBh8f9E/s1600/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu2hAxw9DI/AAAAAAAAAYc/52wZoBh8f9E/s200/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484177649514378290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5765316092249886834?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5765316092249886834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/cerita-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5765316092249886834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5765316092249886834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/cerita-paris.html' title='Cerita Paris'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/TBu4HQHTOtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lsF5mnEw6ME/s72-c/DSC01163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8204952995195179178</id><published>2010-06-07T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:46:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a week in Manchester</title><content type='html'>Ohh well..after a week in Manchester..Hmm..keadaan still okay I'll guess. I'm missing like hell for my mom's home cooking. Masakan kampung. I'm so CRAVING for ikan berlada together with gulai ikan masin sepat ngn nenas and kerabu kacang botol. Perghhh..I'm sure 2 kali tambah nasi menggunung tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with the most popular man in malaysia family?&lt;br /&gt;Well..it seems...ok..hmm..too early to judge anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is UK so far?&lt;br /&gt;Ok je...suasana yg different from Malaysia..Can't wait to have lots of money and buy some properties in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your "bee"?&lt;br /&gt;My bee is good..I'm glad I could be with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who wish nk dtg sini..sila ikut pesanan saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For girls, u need to have a lot of money because shopping at here is more fun than shopping at Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...I should have bring bebe instead. Segan nk guna scarlett..hahahaha..lgpun org kat sini tak perak cam malaysia..sibuk dgn DSLR masing2. kat sini, byk guna small camera coz it is easy and very convenience. or maybe ade kot org cm tuh kat sini, tp aku xnmpk lg. bile aku nmpk, aku bgtau la korang ehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok...aku akan pergi ke London thenn..ke Paris..for our Pre Honeymoon. Hahahahaks...org len sibuk ngn pre wedding, aku sibuk ngn pre honeymoon. hahahahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then..see you in next posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8204952995195179178?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8204952995195179178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-week-in-manchester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8204952995195179178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8204952995195179178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-week-in-manchester.html' title='after a week in Manchester'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8541587900991615761</id><published>2010-06-01T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:31:46.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Bumi Penjajah Tanah Airku</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku berada di bumi penjajah Malaysia..Tanah Britain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama 17 jam berada dlm perut Qatar Airways..Arghhh..seksanya..pengalaman yang menyeksakan\&lt;br /&gt;tak kenal erti tidur&lt;br /&gt;tak kenal erti selesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang aku rasa ialah sakit pinggang, sakit kepala,loya tekak, angin serang satu badan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa yang aku dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selain dpt berjumpa dengan buah hati, aku dapat melalui satu pengalaman yg hanya sesetengah orang saja dpt merasakan. Travel seorang diri nih..mula2 rasa seram tapi bila dah lalui...takder la seram sangat. seram lagi test driving kereta dengan JPJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melihat agungnya ciptaan Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;mencipta awan segebu gula2 kapas&lt;br /&gt;melihat tanah tandus dipenuhi dengan bangunan2 pencakar langit. &lt;br /&gt;melihat tanah2 britain yang dilitupi kehijauan rumput&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kagum..&lt;br /&gt;Bumi ini amat indah&lt;br /&gt;Tanah britain ade sedikit similarity dengan tanah Malaysia (dah kata penjajah..confirm la ade pengaruhnya sikit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa pun, semoga semuanya akan okay&lt;br /&gt;semoga dapat kutawan hati yang bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;semoga hati yang memang ku punya..tetap menjadi ku punya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8541587900991615761?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8541587900991615761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/di-bumi-penjajah-tanah-airku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8541587900991615761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8541587900991615761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/06/di-bumi-penjajah-tanah-airku.html' title='Di Bumi Penjajah Tanah Airku'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-9137047526148331343</id><published>2010-05-22T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:52:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perasaan ini</title><content type='html'>Perasaan ini seakan gundah gelana, semua serba tak kena. Ape lah nak jd nih. Aku resah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debar-debar&lt;br /&gt;Dup dap dup dap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risau&lt;br /&gt;apakah mereka yang aku tinggalkan nanti akan berada dlm keadaan yang baik&lt;br /&gt;apakah aku akan dirindui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keliru&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku berada di landasan yang betul&lt;br /&gt;apakah aku akan disukai&lt;br /&gt;apakah ini bakal menjadi jawapan pd setiap soalan di benakku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan ini&lt;br /&gt;sama saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku banyak benar berimaginasi&lt;br /&gt;berperangsangka yang bukan bukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut. Aku takut disakiti, aku takut dimalukan, aku takut aku tak bagus sebab aku tak sempurna. Bagaimana aku yang tak sempurna ini boleh menjadi yang terbaik? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hilang keyakinan diri&lt;br /&gt;Luka lama yang terbekas dihati membuatkan aku lumpuh merasai nikmatnya cinta&lt;br /&gt;Luka lama juga membuat aku tidak mahu percayai siapa2 lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sampai bila aku mahu terus merasai kesakitan ini&lt;br /&gt;aku perlu bergerak ke hadapan&lt;br /&gt;tapi hanya Tuhan saja yang tahu bagaimana peritnya aku melawan perasaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan telah berikan aku si dia&lt;br /&gt;dan hanya Tuhan saja tahu betapa aku bersyukur atas nikmatnya&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku juga curiga&lt;br /&gt;adakah ini satu dugaan lagi? adakah ini bakal kelukaan yang perlu aku tanggung lg?&lt;br /&gt;benarkah dia untukku atau sebaliknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..aku tak sanggup lagi berdepan dengan kekecewaan lagi&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa sakit sangat&lt;br /&gt;sakit sangat&lt;br /&gt;sekuat mana aku jerit pun..tak mampu melegakan sakitnya hati ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luka yang berdarah, boleh saja disapu iodin&lt;br /&gt;luka perasaan, luka mental &lt;br /&gt;aku ubat dengan doa pada Tuhan Allah Yang Maha Esa&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..tapi bukan nye aku selalu menghadapNya&lt;br /&gt;tak bermakna aku lupakanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah SWT sentiasa berada dihatiku dan setiap hela nafasku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-9137047526148331343?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9137047526148331343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/perasaan-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/9137047526148331343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/9137047526148331343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/perasaan-ini.html' title='perasaan ini'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4847868244994213996</id><published>2010-05-13T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:54:13.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>PD trips with Friends</title><content type='html'>Pada 11 Mei 2010.. aku dan Wanie menaiki KTM Komuter menuju ke arah Seremban. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinasi dalam kepala= Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;Camne dari Seremban ke sana? = Eijam amek ngn kete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai kat stesen Seremban dalam pukul 10++. Aku dan Wanie call ler Eijam ngn Feq..tp tak berbalas..Call plak Ikwan..Dia kate..mereka masih di rumah. Maka, aku dan wanie pergilah merayau2 di Seremban Parade..Wahh..Shopping? I like...but jejak je kaki kat situ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alahai..2-3 kedai je ker?" Ohh Times Square, Ohh MidValley..aku merinduimu.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pukul 11 lebih..Eijam akhirnya sampai dengan emi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kat banglo sewa mereka nak dekat pkl 12. Lepak lah sekejap sementara semua isi rumah sedang sibuk pack barang2..bersiap utk check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps tuh..pergi ke dataran..discuss2 nk lunch kat mne..then..decide pergi ke satu ceruk yang takder la ceruk mane utk have lunch n prepare nak bermandi manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch? Hmm..Ok lah makanan kat situ..janji makan..walaupun takder la standard macam Chicken Rice Shop atau Kenny Rogers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempat lagi main2 ngn kucing2 yang ada di sekitar itu&lt;br /&gt;Pose? Jangan kate lah..nampak je lensa..standby dah senyum walaupun arah lensa tuh tempat lain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah jumpa port yang best untuk lepak..masing2 get ready nk mandi..Well..aku ngn Jun antara terawal mencecahkan punggung di air laut..kemudian di ikuti dengan lelaki2..&lt;br /&gt;Dalam keghairahan bermandi manda, mencampak orang..berlaku insiden di mana Ajib terlupa keluarkan hensetnye dlm poket seluar..dan dia pula selamba berendam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikwan dan wanie...cume bermain di gigi air (ntah betul atau x bahasa aku nih)&lt;br /&gt;lepastuh..bleh plak aku di ajak bermain Banana Boat. Iskk..aku dah ler tak tau berenang..risau terlemas..pernah tengok orang yang nearly lemas sbb tak tau berenang after jatuh dr banana boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku di yakin kan dengan anak2 ku..Eijam dan yang lain2 bahwa mereka akan standby dan pastikan aku tak lemas.. Aku pun okay la..then bermula la ride banana boat. Best sebenarnya tapi bab jatuh tuh aku kurang ske..sebab aku pasti panik bila kaki aku tak cecah bumi..mujur eijam pegang pada katanya..Feq dan juga Apek..semua pegang safety jacket aku yang terbuka utk pastikan aku selamat dan bwa aku ke tempat cetek untuk aku berasa selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bila jatuhan kedua dan ketiga..aku da boleh mengawal panik aku sikit..terasa badan ku di himpap kawan2ku..perghh..terbaik la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lpas puas bermandi manda..semua bersiap..mandi, tukar baju dan lepak2 menunggu emi yang pulang ke jap ke rumahnya. dalam pukul 8 emi sampai..dan kami menuju ke restoren songkla "Nasreen Tomyam" utk menikmati makan malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade yang order sendiri dan ada yang makan besar..Well..that's mean , aku , wanie, tom, adib dan mus'ikhmal..= Makan Besar.. Perghh..makan ikan siakap masak thai, kailan ikan masing, daging masak merah, kerabu mangga dan tomyam campur..Hmmm..best arr..aku dua kali tambah (kalau lepas mandi laut or swimming pool berjam2..aku pasti lapar bangat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..akhirnya masing2 membawa haluan sendiri.. Aku, eijam, wanie, feq, apek, knot, mus menuju ke KL dan PJ manakala yang lain..overnite di rumah Anep di Sendayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome..wpun aku tak overnite masa hari isnin..tapi apa2 pun aku appreciate dan enjoy bercuti bersama2 teman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: End up aku sakit badan yang sangat2 untuk beberapa hari ini..Arghhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4847868244994213996?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4847868244994213996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/pd-trips-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4847868244994213996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4847868244994213996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/pd-trips-with-friends.html' title='PD trips with Friends'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-9111522337313770008</id><published>2010-05-10T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:35:58.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>End of it?</title><content type='html'>Well..after 6 years&lt;br /&gt;from Diploma to Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it. Finally get through of it. After so many tears and money I wasted for the scroll and certification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then..I'm not really learn wisely..Still need to learn more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends out there..Good Luck and Wish all the best for you guys in future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work? After the tik tok tik tok..I will find a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need money for shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-9111522337313770008?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9111522337313770008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/9111522337313770008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/9111522337313770008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-it.html' title='End of it?'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1688745589433843299</id><published>2010-05-03T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:18:13.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>im touched..</title><content type='html'>ntah mengapa &lt;br /&gt;jauh di sudut hatiku..melihat pasangan yang bakal bergelar ibu dan bapa..&lt;br /&gt;di mana..aku dlu pernah ade hati dengan si bapa&lt;br /&gt;hahahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how happy and how loving are they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahagianya rasa..&lt;br /&gt;tapi &lt;br /&gt;hati kecil ini tersentuh&lt;br /&gt;melihat mereka bahagia&lt;br /&gt;tetapi diri ini&lt;br /&gt;tidak pasti lagi adakah aku bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa aku tidak bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;aku bahagia la juga&lt;br /&gt;tapi kekalkah kebahagiaan ini untuk selamanya?&lt;br /&gt;besarkah pengorbanan yang perlu dilakukan demi kebahagiaan ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mampukah aku hadapi segala cabaran?&lt;br /&gt;adakah kebahagiaan kali ini berpihak pada aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..Kaulah Maha Mengetahui, Maha Bijaksana&lt;br /&gt;walaupun aku lalai padaMu&lt;br /&gt;tidak bermakna aku lupa padaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tunjukkan lah aku jalan yang benar, Ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;berikan aku kekuatan menghadapi segalanya&lt;br /&gt;semoga kebahagiaan yang Kau hadiahkan selama ini, kekal dan bertambah mekar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1688745589433843299?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1688745589433843299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-touched.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1688745589433843299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1688745589433843299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-touched.html' title='im touched..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2451030776361125711</id><published>2010-04-28T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:18:51.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>Tik Tok Tik Tok....(Few more...)</title><content type='html'>Tik Tok Tik Tok&lt;br /&gt;Clocks ticking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my final paper..FINAL..one and only paper I had to sit for this last semester..Can't believe..I've already reach the end of the 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang out for the last time (not actually last...) with all of my BIMDians.. Soon after this, I might hard to be with all of you guys again..we might be in our own direction..different the better..suit with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Few more weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr Hairstylist!! Could you make me pretty like hell!! Hahahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Malaysia..I will be far away from my family..Ahhh..I never bee too long or too far from them since I was born until now..Maybe, Allah SWT wants me to learn something..hmm..I guess so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2451030776361125711?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2451030776361125711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/tik-tok-tik-tokfew-more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2451030776361125711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2451030776361125711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/tik-tok-tik-tokfew-more.html' title='Tik Tok Tik Tok....(Few more...)'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8342180076270894610</id><published>2010-04-18T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:19:27.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><title type='text'>Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Raisa Gorbachev:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy, the lie, is the true sister of evil, intolerance, and cruelty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!!! Hypocrisy = sister of evil? cruelty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HELLO!!! Hypocrisy = TODAY'S EVERYDAY AGENDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all been living in the world full with hypocrisy. It is true..hmm..somewhere I felt like I used to write the same issue in my previous post but..that's ok..that one, is the previous post where my mind is only at the non matured standard.. (hahahaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I'm going through the matured standard or I guess maybe I never moved at all. Ohh, well.. back to the topic.. human nowadays..is hypocrite. I don't ever believe to the people who say.."Hey, I'm not hypocrite". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy is what makes this world spinning around without we even notice it. Even me..myself..I admit I'm hypocrite &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;based on the certain circumstances&lt;/span&gt;. It is hard for me to suit myself with all of the 1001-kinds-of-attitude that could lead to a painful headache or an instance heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being hypocrite makes me learn about understanding every human point of view which each of them make sense (certain) and sometimes it is hard for me to decide which is true or a lie. I rather sit and listen to everyone's point of view and take time to process what they have said before I can make my own point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why..I'm known to be a "Blurr" person because of late pick up the data from what other people say or tell me because my brain got a lot of data to process before I can give a good and relevant answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..do you get it what am I trying to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8342180076270894610?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8342180076270894610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/hypocrisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8342180076270894610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8342180076270894610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/hypocrisy.html' title='Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-7467891143762754565</id><published>2010-04-05T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:34:55.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apabila aku makin ...</title><content type='html'>aku tak tahu lah ape nak jadi nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejak driving test&lt;br /&gt;mimpi ngeri yg smpi mati aku xkan lupakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa spt seorang yg sgt pasif ( i guess)&lt;br /&gt;aku asyik nak marah&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa tertekan sangat&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa benci dengan diri aku&lt;br /&gt;benci dengan kekurangan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekeliling aku penuh dengan tawa&lt;br /&gt;seronoknya ketawa, pedihnya diketawakan&lt;br /&gt;baguskan kalau aku mampu ketawa&lt;br /&gt;kini aku hanya mampu pendam kemarahan, kepedihan dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;mata aku..&lt;br /&gt;mudahnya mengalirkan airnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lemah rupanya&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak hebat spt yg aku sangka&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak mampu buat apa2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam mindaku&lt;br /&gt;rasanya sperti berkabus&lt;br /&gt;semuanya sungguh tidak jelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apabila aku makin tertekan...&lt;br /&gt;apabila aku makin berfikir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah yang nyata?&lt;br /&gt;apakah yang palsu?&lt;br /&gt;aku pun tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa yang aku tahu&lt;br /&gt;hidup ini perlu diteruskan juga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-7467891143762754565?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7467891143762754565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/apabila-aku-makin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7467891143762754565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7467891143762754565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/04/apabila-aku-makin.html' title='Apabila aku makin ...'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6242871898534994543</id><published>2010-03-22T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:24:20.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekeliruan</title><content type='html'>Aduhai aduhai&lt;br /&gt;mengeluh aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pedihnya hati..perit menahan pedih&lt;br /&gt;rasa nk mengalir air mata ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku keliru&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak faham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa semua ini?&lt;br /&gt;hey!! apa masalah kau?&lt;br /&gt;ehh..aku ke yang bersalah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa salah aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa perlu kau bersuara di belakangku&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi yang kau sakit hati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa bila kau di hadapanku &lt;br /&gt;kau kata aku ibarat permata perlu digilap?&lt;br /&gt;tapi hakikatnya..&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa aku seperti kaca yang tiada gunanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kau asyik mengata-ngata benda yang aku tidak faham?&lt;br /&gt;kau benci dia ke?&lt;br /&gt;kau sakit hati dengan dia ya?&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau tahu kau tak suka dia&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kau buat dia begini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau suka berkuasa ke?&lt;br /&gt;berkuasa la..aku tidak pernah menghentikan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;asalkan kau tidak berkuasa pada aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolonglah..huraikan semuanya&lt;br /&gt;berhenti membawa mulut&lt;br /&gt;kerana mulut badan binasa&lt;br /&gt;kau kena ingat&lt;br /&gt;dunia ini kejam&lt;br /&gt;dan bertambah kejam pada orang yang kejam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kau rasa kau betul, kau hebat&lt;br /&gt;kau cermin dulu diri kau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh tuhan..dulu rasa indahnya dunia bila dikelilingi mereka&lt;br /&gt;yang sayang menyayangi antara satu sama lain&lt;br /&gt;kini&lt;br /&gt;semuanya terasa seperti sembilu menusuk hati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6242871898534994543?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6242871898534994543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/kekeliruan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6242871898534994543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6242871898534994543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/kekeliruan.html' title='Kekeliruan'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4332240039712866283</id><published>2010-03-16T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:20:29.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Farhan Wedding</title><content type='html'>Due to my depression on failing to drive a car..&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to wrote about my friend's wedding that I attend on 12 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhan Diyana is now a wife to Mohd Saifullah.. the match from heaven..&lt;br /&gt;Personally..I met Farhan in the middle of 1999. That time, we were form 1.if I'm not mistaken. She was transfered from..I forgot..She sit somewhere behind me.I remember I ask her to go to surau for Zohor or Asar prayer..She shocked. "I thought you were chinese." that's the quote I can't even forget about Farhan. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in form 4 or 5..I remember all of my friends (we are consist of 7 -Me, Dayah, Aiman, Nasuha, Aziah, Mastura, Nora and Farhan) called her as Siti Nurhaliza Samad..not because she can sing like Siti Nirhaliza but she is the prettiest, polite Malay Girl in the school that time. Nobody dare especially guys dare to get close to her except Zhafri. The Taiko transfred from SMK Bukit Bintang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..that just an old story if us..I suprised like hell when I see her engagement photo on facebook. So does the others. Then, when we able to contact her..she promised to invite us on her wedding day that plan on July. Then, last week (last week from the date 12 march) I got call from Nasuha telling me Farhan getting married on 12 march..which means..A day after I come back from Kedah. Even though I still feel tired like hell and got a lots of work to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us except Aiman..come to Farhan wedding ceremony. We arrive quite late due to traffic jam. When we step inside the house..All of us shocked to see our friend, who love eating coki-coki when wait for the bus,now turns into the most beautiful bride, smiling happily as she already became someone wife. Feels a bit touch..but all of us happy for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony..Nasuha and her housemate went home early because she need to go for work on the next day and left me, aziah, mastura, nora and dayah..we went for a drinks at Kampung Baru also celebrating Dayah's brithday..I arrive at home nearly 4 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..congates to Farhan..Good Luck in the journey of become a perfect women..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4332240039712866283?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4332240039712866283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/farhan-wedding-and-johor-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4332240039712866283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4332240039712866283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/farhan-wedding-and-johor-story.html' title='Farhan Wedding'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-722653346658463307</id><published>2010-03-15T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:11:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa kena ngn aku nih??</title><content type='html'>Pagi hari ni..aku rasa sedih and tertekan sangat&lt;br /&gt;asal aku tengok kereta..&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa benci, menyampah and meluat&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa kereta ialah mesin yg merbahaya, kejam dan membunuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah 10 jam aku lalui sesi latihan&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku masih lagi seperti first time pegang stereng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tekanan tekanan tekanan&lt;br /&gt;tiang aku langgar&lt;br /&gt;naik bukit, turun balik&lt;br /&gt;parking..asyik lupa..&lt;br /&gt;apsal aku cepat panik? cepat lupa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa cikgu aku pn naik meluat ngn aku&lt;br /&gt;orang makin lama ajar makin pandai&lt;br /&gt;aku makin lama ajar makin bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last2 duit aku gak melayang..&lt;br /&gt;itu belum masuk test lg&lt;br /&gt;silap2 berkali2 la aku test&lt;br /&gt;duit lg&lt;br /&gt;kalo macam nih la&lt;br /&gt;tokey babi pn bankrap&lt;br /&gt;apatah lg tokey dadah&lt;br /&gt;lingkup terus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak praktis..xde kete spare&lt;br /&gt;harap kawan? gmbar kete adalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntah la dunia&lt;br /&gt;ntah la diri&lt;br /&gt;pandai2 je la kau paksa diri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-722653346658463307?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/722653346658463307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/apa-kena-ngn-aku-nih.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/722653346658463307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/722653346658463307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/apa-kena-ngn-aku-nih.html' title='Apa kena ngn aku nih??'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2431362928419294748</id><published>2010-03-12T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:21:27.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Yesterday and Today</title><content type='html'>Thursday 11 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.14 am &lt;br /&gt;Aku dan Wanie..berada di dalam bas Transnasional. Destination = Alor Setar. Dalam bas..kami berdua meluahkan kekecewaan dan mengimbau kembali kenangan lalu yang kalau di ingat sekarang i barat sembilu menghiris hati..kemudian kami diam.. ZZZZZ...sedar2 Wanie kejut aku..tanya if nak turun untuk "pee" kat satu hentian yang kami pun  tak tau kat mana..aku tak mahu..wanie pula kesejukkan..dia minta towelku untuk di jadikn selimut..kemudian ZZZZZZZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00 am &lt;br /&gt;sedar sedar..dah tiba pun kat kedah..nampak pintu gerbang..kemudian...tibalah di stesen bas alor Setar..aku call pakcik aku..kemudian tunggu..dalam 20 minit..pakcik aku sampai..kami menuju ke rumahnya..sampai2 rumah..terus sambung tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Wanie gerakkan aku..terasa sakit seluruh badan aku..macam semalam main futsal la plak..isk..isk isk..dah macam org tua lak aku nih..bersiap2, berdandan2..tapi aku tetap sempoi macam biasa..makcik aria lak buat nasi lemak..yumyum..lepas makan..kami bertolak ke kulim..pakcik aku hantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Dah dalam kereta..ngantuk giler..nih la penangan nasi lemak..kami pun..ZZZZZZ sian pakcik aku..rilek je drive..aku mamai2 bangun..nampak kawasan berair..aku tanya "tuh tasik ke pak jun?" pakcik ku berkata "tak lah..itu sungai yg memisahkan kedah ngn pulau pinang" Aku jawab "Ohhh.." kemudian aku ZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kat UniKL MSI..kedatangan disambut oleh Aida..JPM MSI..well..all the thing i can say about MSI ..they are afraid of camera..I dont know why..maybe they just shy kot? Lawatan paling singkat yang pernah aku dan wanie lalui setakat ini..tapi yang buat lamanye ialah..berbual dgn Ex President JPM MSI..Nizam namanya..sangat seronok berkongsi cerita dgn dia..macam2 info dpt..bnda xtau jd tau..hahahaks..thanks nizam for all the info..I dah add u pun dlm fb i...ahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Menuju ke Butterworth amek bas pulang ke KL..thanks to Pak Jun for all your kindness..Sruh ayah ehh blanja pak jun..akak xder duit lohh..dah bankrap buat masa ini..Beli tiket bas "Super Nice" ..keadaan dlm bas..ok la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Bas bertolak ke KL..kami ZZZZ..sampai kat Perhentian Simpang Pulai..lupa lak nak beli makanan..akibatnya..kelaparan lah kami didalam bas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;ingatkan sampai ke KL dgn cpt..tapi rupanya..Bas singgah Shah Alam nngn Klang before sampai Pudu..Siot betul..dah la ayah aku dok bising2..kat aku..nape tak turun kat bukit jelutong..lagi dekat nak amek..tapi aku nih..dah la buta jalan..memang sah tak tau apa2..tahan je la telinga bila kena bebel..bengang ngn merajuk..aku tidur dlm kelaparan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Mac 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 am&lt;br /&gt;malasnya nk bangun..perlukah untuk bangun? Demi TIE..teringat muka Dr Syahida..muka Datuk Azlina..aku gagahkan diri aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Tiba di Dnavechee punye office..seram sejuk nak interview Datuk Azlina..dah la aku selekeh hari nih..tapi hantam sajalah..janji kerja siap..Sekali interview..wahh..tingtong gak pale Datuk nih..macam kepala kami da...habis interview dapat hadiah saguhati yang tak di duga..Alhamdulillah..Rezeki..amin..terima kasih datuk..pemberianmu..amat kami hargai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Lunch kat Bangi Kopitiam bersama ikwan dan jjah yg baru lps interview Acik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tiba di KLCC..nampak exhibition photography kat petronas gallery..singgah jap tengok..cantik..karya professional and amatur..kalo aku punya gambar..sure Sir Amad reject..hahaha..tp..orang len akan kata..gambar aku art...ahahahaha..pastu igt nk tgk wayang..tp show xder lak..pegi lepak Starbuck..sedapnye Dark Mocha and Java Chip serta Banana Coklat Cip muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tiba di unikl..test baju utk CE..now..tengah menaip blog nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.55pm&lt;br /&gt;Balik Time..nak catch pergi wedding Farhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amaze" tak dengan jadual aku dan wanie nih???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2431362928419294748?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2431362928419294748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-and-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2431362928419294748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2431362928419294748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and Today'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-581014349944034081</id><published>2010-03-06T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:17:25.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fruit is sweet, the root is bitter</title><content type='html'>FYP Progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada 4 dan 5 mac lepas..aku dan wanie memulakan perjalanan jauh ke Perak dan Melaka..semata2 demi bahan FYP kami..Dah la loan lambat masuk..jenuh jadi begger..mintak sedekah sana sini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dlm on the way to Ipoh..Allah Maha Esa menguji kami. Bleh plak ade si mangkuk trelar..reverse lori hentam bonet dan bumper depan kete sewa kami..Aduhai..dugaan..dah ler x mahu bayar se sen..kite plak di salahkan nye..keep on asking samada nk report polis ke xnk? Aihhh..dugaan..dugaan..baru nk gembira loan masuk pagi khamis..dah kami berendam air mata pada petang jumaat masa nak hantar kereta sewa..mahal charge bengkel nk ketuk bumper n bonet..Syukur pada Allah, Dia berikan kami rezeki dan meringankan beban kami. Di beri kami rezeki dan pertemukan dengan kedai bengkel yang boleh beri harga berpatutan. alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga perjalanan terakhir kami ke Kedah dan Johor, tiada lah dugaan2 yang mencabar sangat yang berlaku..kerana aku pasti..Allah menduga kerana Dia Sayangkan kami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi hati&lt;br /&gt;We are not on the same page yet..ahaks..terguris juga hati aku&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tahan sajalah&lt;br /&gt;ade la hikmahnye&lt;br /&gt;mungkin benar kata dia&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku terlalu mendesak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntahla..&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu nak kata apa..&lt;br /&gt;mungkin masih awal&lt;br /&gt;aku tak berani bicara apa2&lt;br /&gt;jangan bila hati aku sudah tertutup&lt;br /&gt;baru kamu terhegeh2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-581014349944034081?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/581014349944034081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruit-is-sweet-root-is-bitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/581014349944034081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/581014349944034081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruit-is-sweet-root-is-bitter.html' title='The fruit is sweet, the root is bitter'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6823782783511582128</id><published>2010-03-02T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:43:38.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeeZee..Busy..BZ day</title><content type='html'>Badan aku sakit2 blaka...umur masih muda tapi kederat macam orang tua&lt;br /&gt;nih la dia..budak zaman sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;exercise = malas tahap tapir&lt;br /&gt;makan = kuat tahap gajah&lt;br /&gt;tidur = nyenyak macam beruang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuhu..itu lah aku..rasa kepenatan sangat. Last week..rasanye aku tak reti duduk diam..ade aje bnda aku nak buat..and macam2 tempat gak aku pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khamis last week..aku pergi unikl MFI bangi, MIAT kat dengkil dan juga BMI kat gombak. Nih semua gara2 FYP aku..da lah akhir bulan nih nak present..tapi satu bnda pun x mula lagi..baru terhegeh2 nak amek bahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week..rsenye aku akan turun ke MITEC kat Masai dan MICET kat Alor Gajah. Next Week nak pegi MSI kat Kedah, RCMP kat Ipoh dan MIMET kat Lumut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee..sempat ke aku siapkan buku nih?? Ckup tak bajet nih? tengoklah..da 2 mac pun..loan x masuk2..hmm..hope petg nih masuk la loan..aku terdesak nih nak pakai duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa2 boleh dapat A tak utk FYP?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6823782783511582128?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6823782783511582128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/beezeebusybz-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6823782783511582128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6823782783511582128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/03/beezeebusybz-day.html' title='BeeZee..Busy..BZ day'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5929521031322574949</id><published>2010-02-16T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:01:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine and Vertigo</title><content type='html'>Holla to all my blog readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows..a healthy me can turn into a sick me..ahahahaks..Kuasa tuhan..siapa lah kita untuk melawannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada 12 february 2010..hari terakhir aku rasa sihat sejahtera dan bermula aku menghidapi Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vertigo (from the Latin vertigin-, vertigo, "dizziness," originally "a whirling or spinning movement," from vertō "I turn"[1]) is a specific type of dizziness, a major symptom of a balance disorder. It is a form of hallucination, a sensation of the environment spinning around one, usually in a clockwise fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediate medical attention is needed if vertigo occurs suddenly with loss of function. When vertigo causes a loss of function in a specific area of the body, it could be a signal of a serious medical condition developing in the brain. With the understanding that vertigo is a sensation of spinning while everything around you and yourself is stationary, it would make sense that the majority of vertigo symptoms deal directly with the head. There are different types of vertigo, each with their own set of symptoms. People with vertigo have an unusual and uncomfortable sense that they, their environment, or both are spinning around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well..aku pun tak pinta tapi adalah hikmahnye. Aku redha and aku hope vertigo ku ini tidaklah terlalu serius hingga boleh mengganggu kerja2 aku. although sambil taip blog ini, aku rasa pale aku dok berpusing macam gasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/S3p6fQEZqSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7g4NwNmnhq8/s1600-h/IMG_6337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/S3p6fQEZqSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7g4NwNmnhq8/s200/IMG_6337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438794177311254818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..dalam aku kena vertigo nih, bila tengok bunga and teddy bee aku bagi..rasa ringan sikit pale aku..hahahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suka sangat aku dengan hadiah valentine aku..kalau masa muda2 dlu..punya lah nak sangat bunga masa valentine, belilah untuk diri sendiri. pastu bila tengok cousin aku dpt bunga dr bf dia..aku jealous sbb aku pun nak jugak. tapi ramai orang ckp kat aku.."sabarlah..nanti bila tiba masanya..akak pun dpt gak bunga" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak sangka..bila usiaku mencecah 24..bru aku dpt merasa bunga pemberian dr bee aku. sebelum ini, ade je best friend aku and family aku bagi bunga kat aku.. biasalah..aku tau mereka tahu ape aku suka. Last year, bee aku bagi a bouquet of teddy n chocolate. aku suka gak. cuma..this year..a bouquet of 12 red roses and a teddy.. Wahhh..tak terkata kembangnya hati aku seperti roses tuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/S3p6e27R2QI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vlTk4CuGd9c/s1600-h/IMG_6359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/S3p6e27R2QI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vlTk4CuGd9c/s200/IMG_6359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438794170562107650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape pun..terima kasih pada bee..bagi honey hadiah yang cantik nih..sayu rasa hati..malah terharu pun ada..honey syg sgt pada bee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5929521031322574949?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5929521031322574949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-and-vertigo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5929521031322574949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5929521031322574949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine-and-vertigo.html' title='Valentine and Vertigo'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/S3p6fQEZqSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7g4NwNmnhq8/s72-c/IMG_6337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2466528463667890755</id><published>2010-02-09T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:52:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP..ohh FYP..</title><content type='html'>Holla to all readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh...Arghhh..Arghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekanan jiwa betul bila aku mengenangkan FYP&lt;br /&gt;habes sume lari dari jadual yang aku dah plan&lt;br /&gt;aduihh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camne nih??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose hari ini ade presentation ngn dekan tapi cam sial jek&lt;br /&gt;tunggu cam kambeng tapi tak dpat2 masuk meeting room&lt;br /&gt;bukan lah aku nak sangat masuk&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demi FYP yang tercinta~ di curahkan bakti penuh setia... (suara cam kambeng sakit tonsil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh belum campur nak carik orang untuk di interview utk subject TIE&lt;br /&gt;adess..adess..&lt;br /&gt;tekanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanie pun begitu juga..tekanan tekanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam minda wanita kami terbayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping kat JJ Wangsa Maju, starbuck Java Chip, nachos kat Chillies, percutian ke ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestnye kalau aku boleh tinggalkan FYP dan TIE&lt;br /&gt;and mempunyai wang yang sangat banyak, melimpah ruah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah tentu sekarang ini, aku berada di Bora-Bora Island..(ahh..beshnye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the reality..&lt;br /&gt;now aku stuck kat lab apple tingkat 11&lt;br /&gt;bersama junior2 yang bz wat assignment DAVP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat time aku dlu2..hahaks.. berlakon jadi kanak2 mengada2, sengal, terencat..HAHAHAKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..permudahkanlah segala urusan kami..Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2466528463667890755?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2466528463667890755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/fypohh-fyp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2466528463667890755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2466528463667890755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/02/fypohh-fyp.html' title='FYP..ohh FYP..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1815336860562857808</id><published>2010-01-30T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:30:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Thaipusam</title><content type='html'>Holla to all my blog readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today @ Malaysia, the Indian celebrating Thaipusam.&lt;br /&gt;Thaipusam is ...&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;go and search at Google by yourself ehh..I'll bet you don't want to get wrong information from me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..for the first time in my life ever..together with my buddy, Wanie..we both went to the Thaipusam festival at Batu Caves. Actually the Batu Caves is near at Wanie house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We suppose to go there working part time as photographer but unfortunately, due to the long queue and people at the Batu Caves, especially at the stairs to go up to the caves, makes us forget about the payment and job offered by Uncle Visva..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waaa..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.i want money&lt;/span&gt;...huhuhu..xder rezeki..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then..we spend some of our time, taking photos on the Indian people who carry the "Kavadi" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;search the meaning at Google too&lt;/span&gt;) and piercing themselves with sharp rod metal due to the what the have promise to do to their Gods if the Gods answer their prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the most exciting moment for us because, from here we able to learn the unique culture of other people race. I'm hoping to go and watch the Thaipusam festival and parade again ..&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when we both are rich enough to buy at least Mark 1 or 2 together with zoom and wide lense.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm proud living in a multicultural country!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1815336860562857808?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1815336860562857808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-thaipusam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1815336860562857808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1815336860562857808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-thaipusam.html' title='Awesome Thaipusam'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1610313817498735295</id><published>2010-01-26T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:05:57.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serabut + Biol = Terjun lagi baik</title><content type='html'>Ahahhaks..terjun lagi baik? bunuh diri bukan satu solution yang baik..actually dia lagi membuatkan hidup haru biru...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku sekarang nih..kepala memang tengah biol. tak tau lah kenapa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ntah2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ntah lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejuk la pulak lab apple nih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nak bagi aku mati beku kot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huahuahua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adehhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pening la plak kpale nih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rasa nak terkeluar lak otak aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iskk..mintak jauh segala bala malapetaka nih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe aku just tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bosan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tak paham kerja TIE nih..aduhhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bisa gila begini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1610313817498735295?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1610313817498735295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/serabut-biol-terjun-lagi-baik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1610313817498735295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1610313817498735295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/serabut-biol-terjun-lagi-baik.html' title='Serabut + Biol = Terjun lagi baik'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4774137514061236518</id><published>2010-01-11T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:12:02.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a perfect gift</title><content type='html'>(tarik nafas..lepaskan perlahan2...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh...tekanan, tekanan&lt;br /&gt;nangis,nangis,nangis...itu lah yang aku tahu&lt;br /&gt;kenapa aku menangis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab itu lah cara aku&lt;br /&gt;luahkan kemarahanku&lt;br /&gt;luahkan kesedihanku&lt;br /&gt;jawapan kepada persoalan yang tiada jawapan yang bermain di benak fikiranku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nangis itu lemah?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..mungkin lemah...mungkin tidak&lt;br /&gt;aku bukan seorang insan yang mampu lontarkan suara hatiku secara verbal&lt;br /&gt;tika otak ku, hatiku ligat bermain kata2&lt;br /&gt;tapi mulutku terkunci rapat&lt;br /&gt;air matalah yang memberi jawapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa yang kamu lakukan bila dlm hanya kurang seminggu&lt;br /&gt;usiamu bertukar angka&lt;br /&gt;yang sepatutnya kamu dihujani dengan kegembiraan&lt;br /&gt;tetapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kamu di hadiahkan dengan berita yang membuatkan kaki kamu tak jejak bumi dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fikiranmu terbang melayang hingga ke bintang yang di luar sistem solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu lah aku&lt;br /&gt;terkesima..airmata mencurah bagaikan niagara falls&lt;br /&gt;tapi apalah dayaku&lt;br /&gt;hanya mampu berserah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padan muka aku!! tuh lah..dah susah begini baru nak ingat tuhan! you deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haks.. yang aku pasti&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak lagi mungkin boleh leka lagi&lt;br /&gt;aku akan sentiasa bersedia&lt;br /&gt;walaupun hakikat sebenarnya&lt;br /&gt;aku tak mampu berdiri lagi&lt;br /&gt;semangatku dah separuh hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang tinggal adalah tanggungjawab yang perlu aku pikul&lt;br /&gt;demi memastikan amanah yang diberi itu&lt;br /&gt;akan dilaksanakan sebaik mungkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a perfect gift for my coming 24th birthday! Yay for it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4774137514061236518?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4774137514061236518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-perfect-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4774137514061236518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4774137514061236518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-perfect-gift.html' title='What a perfect gift'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3674642299236289179</id><published>2010-01-06T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:01:39.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 is it gonna be a damn good year or worst?</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih lagi bernafas...masih lagi bernyawa..masih lagi bergelumang dosa..&lt;br /&gt;adat arr..dah name pun manusia..always buat dosa..baik dosa kecik mahu pun besar namun tidak ler membawa ke arah syirik.. even sebesar zarah atom2, molekul2 dosa pun aku still consider it as dosa besar and berat... Nauzubillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..back to the topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all..kite dah pun masuk dlm tahun baru 2010&lt;br /&gt;and usia pun makin la bertambah (aww..usia hanya angka..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam? takder mane la azam.. sure x buat nye azam2..cume terselit pelbagai harapan dan impian..moga Allah SWT makbulkan permintaan ku yang tak seberapa ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semoga tahun 2010 kali ini..memberi aku kekuatan menghadapi pelbagai dugaan , semoga jua relationship aku kali ini berjalan dgn lancar dan direstui keluarga kedua belah pihak serta aku juga berharap agar aku tamat pengajian dgn keputusan yg sgt baik dan dpt kerja yg gajinya bagus n aku leh la bantu family aku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;enough bout me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..isu semasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasal lelaki jahanam bunuh bini dia n sumbat dlm almari..&lt;br /&gt;then..as usual.. kes orang buang anak merata2..&lt;br /&gt;haihh..di manakah sikap perikemanusiaan manusia pada zaman moden ini?&lt;br /&gt;adakah bintang lebih baik dr manusia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan Allah dibenarkan guna dlm buletin katholik? ermm.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.ape tujuan&lt;/span&gt; nye ehh? kalo nak merujuk Allah pada kata ganti nama lain xleh ker?  pelik dohh...nape ehh dorang x discuss dlu dgn para mufti2 or org bijak pandai dlm agama about this matter? sebab manusia nih..especially yg kurang cerdik..mudah bnor dimanipulasi..so..silap2 bleh mendatangkan bnda x baik pada agama Islam.. .therefore..ntah la..pndai2 la mereka settlekan hal tuh secepat boleh..aku tengok orang Islam negara kita sangat "panas" dgn isu ini..Ikot ler seruan kerajaan..cool la...benda boleh settle cara baik..buat cara baik la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politik&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;oppps..Politics are not for students!!! no comment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kewangan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harga gula and rokok naik..so..mula2 jek orang ckp..xnk naikkan harga makanan..lama2 nnt..tengok la..milo ais segelas boleh cecah RM2.50.. wouldn't be so suprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International artist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm..teruk sungguh perangai Tiger Woods and Charlie Sheen. Kourtney Kardashian da beranak..bila agaknye Kim nye turn lak? hikhikhik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala..life nih..penuh dengan tanda tanya ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3674642299236289179?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3674642299236289179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-it-gonna-be-damn-good-year-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3674642299236289179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3674642299236289179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-it-gonna-be-damn-good-year-or.html' title='2010 is it gonna be a damn good year or worst?'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5769132660821646555</id><published>2009-12-08T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:58:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala~itu lah dia...</title><content type='html'>hahahaks..holla to all my blog readers...&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuk...cakitnye..kuku aku tercucuk selumbar...dlm lak tuh&lt;br /&gt;puas ku cungkil keluar..namun..yg kuarnye air mata aku..&lt;br /&gt;waaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well..aku just nak update story jek..spnjg aku x online nih..&lt;br /&gt;maklum ler..cuti2 nih..haihhhh&lt;br /&gt;ermm..let see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku still tak start blaja driving..why? mls? mhl? gementar? ye la kot..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku tension...why? coz buah hati ku berkemungkinan bsr..x balik msia tahun dpn and aku lak tidak di beri izin ke UK melawatnya atas pelbagai alasan dan utk mengurangkan spekulasi2 yg menyakitkan jiwa berlaku..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giga is coming home from Kedai PC soon..Yay!!!! Giga da sembuh setelah RM1K aku melayang utk baiki nye..WAaa..sakit siot poket aku rabak!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku dah pun tgk citer Twilight Saga - New Moon. Yay!! aku suke beb..wpun citer kali nih nmpk bella cam mmpergunakan jacob..but still..mmndgkan aku da baca smpi buku ke -4 and tau ape jadi akhirnya..aku rse xder la geram mne spt kawan2 aku yg lain..it's a nice, warm and romantic teenage vampire story..Can't wait for Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Perancangan Tahun Hadapan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potong rambut..planning nak wat pendek..tanda aku kuciwa...wahahaha..kne tanye P.A aku..cik wanie..pendek camne better..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Settle kan bil Streamyx slow2...byr utang2 perubatan Giga..huhu..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kumpul duit pergi bercuti ngn Wanie..(insyaallah) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lepas grad...carik kerja biasa2 jek dlu..kumpul pengalaman..kumpul duit nak kawen (Erkkks!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aku sebenarnye pale masih haru biru..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ahahaks..ok la..aku pn xder bnda sgt nk di perkatakan...aku harap..blog readers ku di luar sana..smoga korang sukses..korang happy and berjaya dlm ape jua korang ceburi..hindari sifat busuk hati. Be Positive!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata for now~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5769132660821646555?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5769132660821646555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalaitu-lah-dia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5769132660821646555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5769132660821646555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/12/lalalaitu-lah-dia.html' title='Lalala~itu lah dia...'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5194708754308398416</id><published>2009-11-21T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:22:14.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Teater bangsawan "bawang putih, bawang merah"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;holla to all my blog readers..&lt;br /&gt;sorry ler sesangat..minta ampun..lame x update blog..maklum ler..byk bnor dugaan berlaku&lt;br /&gt;bleh plak pc aku..kne sambar petir ptg khamis arituh (12 nov 2009)&lt;br /&gt;erkkss..the next day nye lak friday the 13..haiyoo&lt;br /&gt;bukam ler aku nih percaya pd superticious marut carut nih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's just..quincidence jek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways..back to the story..utk mengubat kesepian pc dah rosak..(my life is 70%=PC+internet)&lt;br /&gt;wanie ajak aku gi tgk teater bawang putih bawang merah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ala..dkt jek ..dkt mahkamah tuh..free jek..under dbkl nye teater..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SwfzfiNsePI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ldSkllQob1c/s1600/IMG_4413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406557600767310066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SwfzfiNsePI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ldSkllQob1c/s200/IMG_4413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- wanie- yatie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SwfzgUtIOpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rZqA1YxRJIc/s1600/IMG_4520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406557614320925330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SwfzgUtIOpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rZqA1YxRJIc/s200/IMG_4520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laju-laju..buai ku laju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Swfzgv-0kWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FgxCLQiDHxQ/s1600/IMG_4701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406557621642891618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Swfzgv-0kWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/FgxCLQiDHxQ/s200/IMG_4701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yatie n me having a nice free treats after show..free show, free treats..great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my second times tgk teater..and it is very nice..very best la..blom lg merasa nak gi IB..sure nnt bile dah dpt gi tgk teater kat IB maybe lg best la kot..hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5194708754308398416?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5194708754308398416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/teater-bangsawan-bawang-putih-bawang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5194708754308398416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5194708754308398416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/teater-bangsawan-bawang-putih-bawang.html' title='Teater bangsawan &quot;bawang putih, bawang merah&quot;'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SwfzfiNsePI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ldSkllQob1c/s72-c/IMG_4413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8735269923712216372</id><published>2009-11-05T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:29:40.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manusia dan maaf</title><content type='html'>baru sahaja tadi..aku tengok facebook aku&lt;br /&gt;ade la wall posting dari kenalan yang aku kenal2 camtuh je la&lt;br /&gt;but story dia..dah mcm2 aku dengar&lt;br /&gt;sampai sebu telinga aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting dia menyatakan..pacarnya minta maaf sebyk 10 kali&lt;br /&gt;walaupun yg buat salah itu dia..&lt;br /&gt;bagi dia susah nak cari orang yg akan minta maaf dlu..especially guys la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa nak gelak guling2&lt;br /&gt;nasib baik wanie x on ym&lt;br /&gt;kalo x..dah kne bahan dah minah nih&lt;br /&gt;rasa mcm kesian pun ade&lt;br /&gt;sbb rsenye minah nih naif lg..xper la..aku maafkan..&lt;br /&gt;biar lah dia lalui perjalanannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukanlah aku nak mengata dia..tapi aku pernah lalui phase mcam dia&lt;br /&gt;cuma end up phase aku tuh amat menyakitkan&lt;br /&gt;rasanya tuhan mesti sayangkan aku&lt;br /&gt;sebab menduga aku..menguji sejauh mana keimanan aku..keutuhan hati aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan Minta Maaf..I'm Sorry..Gomenansai..(ala macam lagu Madonna-Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;suppose to be say not more that 3 times&lt;br /&gt;and once u said it..please mean it that you are really sorry..kesal sungguh&lt;br /&gt;and tak kan buat lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo dah cakap sampai banyak kali tuh..&lt;br /&gt;it means you will repeat the same mistake..again and again&lt;br /&gt;and say sorry..because..it simple..&lt;br /&gt;sorry..without knowing the meaning of the word "SORRY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku quote dari ape yang slh sorang member aku cakap iaitu Muz&lt;br /&gt;"lelaki kalau sikit2 cakap sorry tuh penipu..dia akan buat lagi kesilapan itu nnt"&lt;br /&gt;aku amati apa dia cakap&lt;br /&gt;and aku dapati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi bukan lah ianya di tuju pada lelaki&lt;br /&gt;malah untuk semua makhluk tuhan yang memiliki akal yang sempurna&lt;br /&gt;semua jantina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janganlah mudah percaya pada perkataan sorry yang banyak2 tuh&lt;br /&gt;even kalau kita dengan tuhan pun&lt;br /&gt;hari2 doa..cakap ampunkan dosaku..&lt;br /&gt;but still buat gak dosa tanpa disedari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why ade taubat nasuha&lt;br /&gt;once da bertaubat..tak kan buat lagi apa jua perkara2 yang mendatangkan dosa&lt;br /&gt;sebab kita da benar2 insaf..and bila rasa cam nak buat dosa..kita akan istighfar banyak2&lt;br /&gt;and tak buat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pn bukan lah sempurna mana untuk tegur orang&lt;br /&gt;aku sekadar memberi pendapat&lt;br /&gt;kalo rasa pendapat aku nih betul, tidak menyesatkan..sila la ikuti&lt;br /&gt;if not..abaikan aje..&lt;br /&gt;anggap la aku merepek sbb tekanan mentafsir buku bisness utk final exam jumaat n sabtu nnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios kawan2!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8735269923712216372?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8735269923712216372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/manusia-dan-maaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8735269923712216372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8735269923712216372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/manusia-dan-maaf.html' title='manusia dan maaf'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2303611704655126679</id><published>2009-11-03T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:36:29.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad bad me..</title><content type='html'>huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini..ishh tak tau ler aku nk kata ape&lt;br /&gt;bangun pagi&lt;br /&gt;dengan niat..nk hantar assignment VR&lt;br /&gt;pastu beli ubat selesema kat sogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi end up nye?&lt;br /&gt;terpaksa lama dok kat unikl&lt;br /&gt;semata2 assignment VR&lt;br /&gt;pastu pasal ade la sorang hamba Allah nih&lt;br /&gt;aduhai...&lt;br /&gt;niat di hati nak menolong&lt;br /&gt;rupenye terkena plak..&lt;br /&gt;kne la tunggu dengan perut kosong, tekak perit dan angin naik kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANAS HATI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas setel lak sume kje&lt;br /&gt;jalan ler kaki ke sogo&lt;br /&gt;niat nak beli ubat&lt;br /&gt;bleh plak tersalah - pegi naik escalator..&lt;br /&gt;nk cover malu nye psl&lt;br /&gt;pegi la buat2 macam nk beli&lt;br /&gt;end up..beli la towel utk balut scarlett&lt;br /&gt;then turun bawah..beli ubat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEJUK SKET HATI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa cam nk beli barang dapur&lt;br /&gt;pergi la singgah GIANT&lt;br /&gt;aduhaii...&lt;br /&gt;aduhai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elok2 masuk..da jalan ke tempat sayur&lt;br /&gt;leh plak&lt;br /&gt;pak guard lorat tahan&lt;br /&gt;cakap "tak leh bawak masuk beg besar"&lt;br /&gt;aikkk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama nih aku lepas jek..xder sape2 pun nak kecoh&lt;br /&gt;bukannye aku nak merompak&lt;br /&gt;or bawak beg sebesar guni&lt;br /&gt;aku tiba2 hilang kawalan&lt;br /&gt;memang aku naik angin&lt;br /&gt;aku kuarkan purse n henset aku&lt;br /&gt;aku pi letak kat rak letak beg&lt;br /&gt;pak guard tuh cuba menghalang..dia leh lak cakap.."xperla..xyah letak hari utk hari nih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dah sememangnye marah sesangat2&lt;br /&gt;lama x rasa marah macam tuh&lt;br /&gt;aku letak jugak beg aku di rak n ambil no rak&lt;br /&gt;dia cuba gak lagi menghalang&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku buat tak tahu..aku rempuh jek&lt;br /&gt;lantak la ko..sakit hati aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tuh..terus pale aku blurr&lt;br /&gt;rasa menggigil n nak nangis&lt;br /&gt;akibat marah sgt&lt;br /&gt;sampai aku lupe aku nak beli ape&lt;br /&gt;nasib ler wanie ade&lt;br /&gt;pndai dia bg hati aku sejuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas dah beli barang2&lt;br /&gt;nak plak amek beg&lt;br /&gt;bila aku amek&lt;br /&gt;boleh plak pak guard lorat nih nak bersyarah ngn aku&lt;br /&gt;cakap guna ayat sentimental "cuba bayang kalau ayah awak yg jadi guard mcm sy nih.."&lt;br /&gt;cehh..mak bapak aku pun kuli orang gak kje nye..&lt;br /&gt;lg worst nye kurang ajar dr aku pn depa dah face..&lt;br /&gt;cube la just biarkan aku amek beg tuh n blah&lt;br /&gt;pantang aku..orang nk bersyarah2 ngn aku tanpa kerelaan telinga aku mndgr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure dia ngn orang kat kaunter makanan dah kutuk aku kaw2&lt;br /&gt;sure ckp "tgk la budak sekarang kurang ajar"&lt;br /&gt;so damn what if aku kurang ajar?&lt;br /&gt;mak ayah aku puas ajar aku jgn jadi kurang ajar&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;sekarang nih..aku kurang ajar sbb aku sendiri yg nk kurang ajar&lt;br /&gt;dia tuh lucky je x sebut "mak ayah tak ajar ke"&lt;br /&gt;kalo x..makin kurang ajar aku boleh jd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas dah kuar dr tempat tuh&lt;br /&gt;aku berfikir&lt;br /&gt;"nape la aku nih teruk sgt..buat biasa dah la..dia ckp..xyah letak..jalan je la..pastuh buat2 la promise xkn wat lg..like usual.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi rse macam x kne aje..sbb ntah la..da biasa lepas bawak beg masuk&lt;br /&gt;kali nih..di campur aku nye panas hati cuma baru suam2 kuku kambing idop&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 je melenting.. for me it is very ma fan nak letak2 beg..bayangkan if aku bawak scarlett td?&lt;br /&gt;tak kn aku nk tinggalkan scarlett kat orang camtuh&lt;br /&gt;dia pun bukan nye dok jaga beg sgt..merayap2 gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbnrnye takde niat pun nak kurang ajar ngn pak guard lorat tuh&lt;br /&gt;cuma dia slh timing nak tegur aku&lt;br /&gt;tegur time aku masih lg panas hati&lt;br /&gt;dah sure2 la aku terlepas marah yang terpendam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh la..dok pkir sgt pasal perbuatan aku&lt;br /&gt;nearly gak la&lt;br /&gt;aku tak tergelincir..kasut leh lagi mencengkam..x licin&lt;br /&gt;kalo x..abes la aku ngn wanie&lt;br /&gt;kene langgar ngn mercedes&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel very bad until now&lt;br /&gt;tau dek mak aku..sure kne marah gak ler&lt;br /&gt;but.. after this&lt;br /&gt;before aku masuk GIANT, aku sendiri akan letak beg walaupun beg tuh kecik&lt;br /&gt;ngee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very bad bad me huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2303611704655126679?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2303611704655126679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-bad-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2303611704655126679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2303611704655126679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-bad-me.html' title='a bad bad me..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2194541085842044493</id><published>2009-11-01T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:51:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute Waltz</title><content type='html'>tengah2 pagi buat macam la nih..&lt;br /&gt;aku masih lagi menghadap PC kesayanganku..&lt;br /&gt;dengan keadaan meja ku yg berterabur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper sane sini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buku2 yang berselerak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade sepaket tisu, note book kecil, pen hitam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayar computer, printer, charger, USB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berselirat mengalahkan spagetti kawen ngn meggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku?&lt;br /&gt;boleh aje buat xtahu&lt;br /&gt;butakan mata dr melihat segala keserabutan&lt;br /&gt;memekak kan telinga dengan mendengar lagu classical instrument&lt;br /&gt;chopin and bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the heck is chopin and bach??&lt;br /&gt;korang yg x tau tuh..pi google la..ape lg..tak kan nk aku citer kan plak la kan?&lt;br /&gt;sbb aku pun main pakai donlod je kat lime wire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nih..dok menghadap pc..tengok FYP report ku&lt;br /&gt;report cam kamben..advisor sruh aku tambah lagi page&lt;br /&gt;aduhai..ape la aku nk gebang nih&lt;br /&gt;ape lagi nak aku karutkan dan carutkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nangis? ye ye aje aku nangis&lt;br /&gt;tapi..ape air mate bg aku?&lt;br /&gt;katarak dan juga hingus..&lt;br /&gt;bazir mase, air mata dan juga hingus..&lt;br /&gt;huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau dah nama nye manusia&lt;br /&gt;yang tak tahu bersyukur..&lt;br /&gt;contoh sempoi.. cam aku nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nih la..&lt;br /&gt;dok komplen..ngeluh..&lt;br /&gt;bising pok pek pok pek&lt;br /&gt;end up..bising2 pun&lt;br /&gt;keje still xjalan2 and bila tiba date line..aku gak merana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2194541085842044493?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2194541085842044493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/minute-waltz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2194541085842044493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2194541085842044493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/11/minute-waltz.html' title='Minute Waltz'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4154152273870538684</id><published>2009-10-20T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:05:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahaks..Err..</title><content type='html'>Hari ini sahabat aku, wanie namanya..&lt;br /&gt;dia bertanya pada aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nina, kau tak pernah terasa ke admire pada lelaki lain walaupun kau sudah mempunyai pacar?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku terkesima seketika..&lt;br /&gt;aku berfikir sebentar..admire? hmm..tak pernah terfikir pun&lt;br /&gt;kalau ada pun..aku sekadar hanya memuji..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ala..maksud aku, macam bila kau tengok seorang lelaki itu mempunyai sifat yang pacar kau tiada, terdetik di hati kau, bagusnya jika pacarku sebegin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaks..Err..&lt;br /&gt;buat masa ini..tidak terfikir pula aku. Bagi aku, pacarku..bukanlah insan yang sempurna pun&lt;br /&gt;tapi tidak ku tahu mengapa&lt;br /&gt;mungkin mentaliti aku telah di set kan. "Sudah berpacar..tiada lagi istilah menggatal dengan lelaki lain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya hamba Allah SWT yang hina ini..mampu memohon kepadaNya..&lt;br /&gt;andai benar pacarku kali ini adalah jodohku..&lt;br /&gt;maka Kau berkatilah kami, lindungilah kami dan satukanlah kami dengan ikatan yang sah&lt;br /&gt;dan kekal dunia dan akhirat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun..hubungan kami baru sahaja setahun jagung umurnya..&lt;br /&gt;banyak perlu dipelajari dan di fahami&lt;br /&gt;sudah la terpisah antara benua&lt;br /&gt;kena menunggu 365 hari atau lebih untuk kami bertemu dan bermadu kasih&lt;br /&gt;tapi dugaan cinta jarak jauh ini..tak perlu lah aku sebut&lt;br /&gt;cuma kemanisannya&lt;br /&gt;rindu yang bertamu dihati..sentiasa sahaja mekar..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku lebih menghargai dirinya seadanya walau kadang-kadang itu, rasa macam nak sekeh sahaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk sahabatku wanie = jika ada lelaki lain yang lebih segak, berbudi bahasa atau charming dari pacarku, aku hanya mampu memuji sahaja..pacarku buat masa ini sudah cukup elok untuk aku. Baik buruk dirinya..adalah cabaran untuk aku memahaminya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4154152273870538684?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4154152273870538684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahakserr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4154152273870538684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4154152273870538684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahakserr.html' title='Ahaks..Err..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-526578806712262864</id><published>2009-10-16T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:59:34.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a battlefield~</title><content type='html'>Arghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari mlm td...dah ler hati aku panas&lt;br /&gt;badan aku panas&lt;br /&gt;hidung aku asyik bermukus2..&lt;br /&gt;Hati aku x tenang semalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menemui pengubat jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;dgn harapan agar aku dpt kembali senyum dan melupakan kedukaan&lt;br /&gt;namun ntah mne lak slh silap nye&lt;br /&gt;salah msuk gear kot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boleh plak aku mencetus kan perang&lt;br /&gt;ehh..aku ker yg cetuskan itu? jap..aku pkir balik..&lt;br /&gt;bukan aku larr..dia yg cetuskan perang itu&lt;br /&gt;sape sruh dia gi tarik pin bom tgn tuh&lt;br /&gt;kan xpsl2 da meletup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak slhkan dia pun xleh gak&lt;br /&gt;nk slhkan dia... xsmpai hati gak&lt;br /&gt;sape suruh buka pandora box dihati aku&lt;br /&gt;kan tak psl2 dpt musibah&lt;br /&gt;utk dia..and utk aku juga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang nih..aku bingung..&lt;br /&gt;beralah?&lt;br /&gt;memang aku selalu megalah..mcm lagu kumpulan 17 tuh..&lt;br /&gt;"mengapa selalu aku yang mengalah...lalala~"&lt;br /&gt;sebab dah itu nature aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf?&lt;br /&gt;maaf adalah satu perkataan yang bisa di ucapkan tapi kita sering gagal utk mmbuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;oleh itu..ckp maaf jgn lebih dr 3 kali&lt;br /&gt;lagi byk kita ckp maaf, lagi byk kite ulangi kesilapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kjer aku makin banyak..tapi aku masih lagi dok terbayang bnda gerun2 nih&lt;br /&gt;tapi adatla kan..mane ade satu relationship yg smooth..&lt;br /&gt;dlm family pun kite ade gaduh2&lt;br /&gt;tak kan ler ngn pakwe x gadoh lak..&lt;br /&gt;x gadoh..x normal la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..kami nih normal la kiranya kan??&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo kate Zahiril Adzim &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuhan, kalau betul dia jodoh, biar aku lawan untuk jodoh ini!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aku lak kate" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuhan..aku redha atas apa yang Kau berikan utkku. Terima kasih atas dugaanMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-526578806712262864?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/526578806712262864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-battlefield.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/526578806712262864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/526578806712262864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-battlefield.html' title='Love is a battlefield~'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-251001234229968288</id><published>2009-10-13T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:42:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Melayu masih lagi kuno</title><content type='html'>Holla to all my blog readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari nih aku nak citer nih..ishh..meluap2 rsenye kemarahan..berdesing lagi telinga aku lagi wpun perkara itu terjadi petang tadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begini ceritanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sbnrnya baru berpindah ke rumah baru..(rumah sewa). Kali nih aku dok ngn dak2 yg satu course ngn aku..iaitu jaja and ninie. The sweetest girls..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak di jadikanlah citer..setelah pervious penyewa rumah mereka kata nk kuar..kne la kan kawan2 aku nih carik la housemate baru. aku and muz menyatakanlah hasrat utk masuk rumah mereka..then..sume nye okay la..xder ape2 hal. kami pun berpindah dgn senang hati dan gembira2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian..tibalah hujan taik kamben di tgh hari..tiba2 kami di kejutkan dgn satu berita. Tuan rumah kami memanggil Jaja n Ninie utk slow talk katenye...pelik..nape dia x panggil aku ngn muz? maybe sbb ade la tuh..maybe regarding penyewa previous.. then..bila Jaja n Ninie pulang ke rumah..masing2 muka monyok.. ku tanye kan lah " mengapa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka mereka menceritakanlah..bahawa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; tuan rumah tidak suka pada si fadil aka bf muz parking di dpn rumah kami. dgn alasan si fadil tidak  berbudi bahasa..menegur dia utk park kereta and dia ckp..dr awal lagi dia x suka si fadil. Pelik x? kalo x suka dr awal..nape x bgtau Jaja n Ninie dr awl masa fadil mula2 tumpang parking? Bukan kah kalau kita menyewa rumah..di kira kita juga menyewa kawasan parking itu?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuan rumah mau naik kan sewa smpai RM1000.00 utk rumah setinggan yg di batukan sedikit, berdindingkan plywood dan keluasan yg xder la luas mane..luas lagi reban kambeng yang mak aku nk bela bila dia tua nnt utk di jadikan pet kesygn. gila ke ape? dah le kami nih student. Dia nye alasan "Sekarang musim sewa rumah naik"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penduduk kawasan sekeliling menabur fitnah bahawa lelaki yang berdiri lama di pintu rumah sewa kami itu ialah si fadil walhal lelaki itu sbnrnya adik Muz yg dtg utk amek kamera n mintak makanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sejak peristiwa nih..bila ade ke jiran2 kepoh dtg nk bergosip ngn tuan rumah..mula lah dia ckp kuat2..psl org zmn skrg xder budi bhs la..slh dok masuk tanah orang la, mcm2 la..saje je nak perli kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nih..petang tadi..masa aku ngn wanie bru balik dr UniKL jmpe advisor..kami berdua..lepak2 la kat rumah sewa ku smbil menikmati drummet ayam pedas..(yumyum) and fries goreng..pastuh rsenye ade la ntah mangkuk jantan dtg nk bergosip ngn tuan rumah kami..isu nye simple je..mamat mangkuk tuh nk citer..ade stranger park kete dpn umah dia..xminta izin n org tuh org government.. boleh plak la..tuan rumah aku tuh dok ckp kuat2..kat dpn pintu umah aku lak tuh..rsenye dia tau ade org kat umah...aku ngn wanie senyap je..nk dgr ape dia kata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..mak aihh..terbukti 200% bahawa tuan rumah aku nih mmg thp pemikiran dia dah ler low, kuno, ego and terserlah dia seorang yg emosi lebey n pernyataannye nmpk dia spt org yg mmg xberpelajaran. sibuk dok cite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dia ade la ckp psl ade org parking kat kwsn rumah dia..tak mintak izin..walhal dia ade je kat sblh..mcm ler dia tuh xder mulut xleh ckp sndiri.."Elo..xleh park kat sini"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pastu kata..takut nnt anak dia bila nk blaja kat luar negara..xreti hormat org.. tp hari2 kami dgr dia maki anak dia bodoh. camne la anak nk pndai kalo mak sendiri doakan bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kata org zmn nih xder budi bhs walhal dia tuh bila ckp asyik nk sembur org jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;aku akui..maybe fadil park kete x mintak izin dia tuh..rude..xhormat dia..tp aku rasa xslh kalau dia merendah diri..tegur fadil face to face..ckp jgn park kat area umah sewa kami..xslh rite? macam mne org nk berbudi kalau kite sendiri x berbahasa ngn baik2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and akhlak anak..budi bahasa anak..bukannye terbentuk dr jiran2..mak ayah sendiri yg corak kan..mak ayah aku sendiri ajar aku berbudi bahasa tp mslhnye..aku da bsr..da leh bezakan mane baik ngn buruk..so aku akan baik spe yg baik ngn aku..n aku akan buat xtahu, or rude ngn org nyg rude ngn aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakit hati btol aku ngn tuan rumah nih..kejam, teruk, uncivilized, and ishhkk..xtau lah..senang cite..aku mmg nyampah ngn org2 camnih..and aku hope..kalo xder aral melintang..aku mau keluar dr kawasan nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itulah dia..bila melayu masih lg kuno..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-251001234229968288?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/251001234229968288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/bila-melayu-masih-lagi-kuno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/251001234229968288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/251001234229968288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/bila-melayu-masih-lagi-kuno.html' title='Bila Melayu masih lagi kuno'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4955617847367803302</id><published>2009-10-02T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:22:56.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Say is "Tired and ...."</title><content type='html'>Hello to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photojournalism..hell yeah i like this.. I always dream about going all around the world, doing photojournalism and wrote about my experience..but I feel like shit when my lecturer reject my photos..the theme is simple.."1Malaysia" but to produce a quality photo..does give me headache..On Tuesday, my lecturer reject another photo and my friends and I go to Petaling Street (again) to re shoot back the photo..but still I did not feel satisfied. Then, i take a crazy drastic action, I call a guy who I just meet a couple of times and I didn't know his full name or any detail about him. I meet him during chatroom gathering at Restoren Haslam last year. He used to say, he treat me like her little sister.The first thing in my mind when I call him is "I just want to finish up my work and I do anything for it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..he came up meet me at KLCC, he is my rider for that night. We go back to Petaling Street (again and again) and Jalan P.Ramlee. I can't go there by myself as my sexy hot baby Scarlett would attract "the asshole" (a nice nickname for the thief, robber, snatchman and etc..) . I went home at 12.30 am. When i'm on the bike with him..I've been thingking..what happens if suddenly accident happens or what happens if suddenly this nice man is actually a serial killer or pimp dad and sold me to any pervert man? Maybe I'm sound silly and ungrateful but nowadays people can't really be trusted. It's just the matters of precautions. But thank God, nothing happens and I feel relief and thankful that this man can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I just switch on my Pc, transfer and choose the appropriate photo..then I realize is nearly 3 o'clock. everyone had gone to sleep. Not just about this assignment..there are also some of the subject assignment is currently line up in my "To Do" list.. Damn..I feel so tension..I'm tired but I couldn't sleep..There are lots of works and I feel I want to do it all in one time. Impossible..then I cry..I sms my boyfriend..but he didnt reply..maybe he was busy..then..I watch "Hitler..Rise of the Evil" (trying to get myself to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4++ am I went to bed..I woke up at 8.30 when Muz ask me for tudung..then I continue back to sleep..around 10++  wanie call me to wake me up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..we both me at UniKL..show the photo to our lecturer and thank God..he accept it. We settle everything out from editing photo, send sample letter to our FYP advisor, print out photo and go to Borders Bookstore at Time Square to buy FYP reference book. When I arrive at home, after taking my shower, Jaja, Ninie, Jijah ask to join them playing bunga api. I join them and also trying to do some experimental photo. It is so nice to see the photo turns out right.Then, I continue do the literature review on the FYP and as usual routine -facebook game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the another best or worst or shitty things happen yesterday..I saw wedding photo of the guy who have hurt me a lot, making me love him while he didnt have any intention to love me..he is just an ordinary asshole that still existed in this earth. When I see the photo..there are 2 things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- he looks happy..there are nice couple.&lt;br /&gt;2- how i wish he would have a daughter and then other asshole will do exactly what he had done to me to his daughter..from there..he will always remind of how much he have hurt me and other woman... just a carma..what goes around comes around! hahahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start feeling tired..then my boyfriend pm me on YM. have some chat with him. I told him about what had happen on wednesday. I guess he quite angry but when nothing bad had happen to me..maybe he's a bit relief..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed around 2 am and today..I woke up at 1 pm. hahahaks..I actually have wake up on 8.45 am but then I still feel sleepy so I continue back to sleep..but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I can say is "Tired and I feel like shits!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4955617847367803302?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4955617847367803302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-i-can-say-is-tired-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4955617847367803302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4955617847367803302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-i-can-say-is-tired-and.html' title='All I Can Say is &quot;Tired and ....&quot;'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1427576249272374076</id><published>2009-09-28T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:15:21.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanita..ciptaan yang indah</title><content type='html'>Holla to my blog readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishh..panas lak hati aku nih..by the way..aku tgh buat research on the final photography project. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku xsure sama ade nak buat photojournalism ataupun fine art..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Alih2..tgh syok tgk koleksi photo2 yang dapat award nih..ade la plak..photojournalism yang buat hati aku sedih and geram sgt..bertajuk "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lost Daughter&lt;/span&gt;" yang menceritakan kisah keadaan kaum wanita di India..dah ler bile kawen kne bagi mas kahwin aka dowry kat lelaki..lelaki kat sana lak..demand nak mampus gak nye..bajet hensem and berguna sangat la nak letak harga dowry mahal2..pastuh..kaum wanita ditindas, ade gak di jadikan sebagai stok utk perdagangan seks..photo2 tuh and juga captionnye cukup mmbuatkan aku rasa bengang sangat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye la..aku nih pun perempuan gak..tapi aku bersyukur sebab aku di lahirkan di negara yang takder la memandang rendah pada perempuan (mentaliti orang malaysia yang makin lama makin berkembang) dan juga aku di lahirkan dalam agama yang sangat menghormati kaum wanita. Amin..Syukur padaMu Allah SWT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan berniat utk jadi racist atau ape2 pun..ini sekadar pandangan aku..malah perkara sebegini telah pun lama jadi sejak zaman jahiliah..aku tertanya..memanglah..anak lelaki boleh mengembangkan keturunan dan juga boleh menjaga parentnye nnt and etc..tapi kenapa perlu tindas wanita? apakah wanita ini hanya mendatangkan beban? kalau benarlah wanita ini membebankan..apekah kamu melabelkan wanita yang melahirkan kamu susah payah, menjaga kamu sedari kecil hingga dah berbulu itu membebankan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;upakah&lt;/span&gt; kamu bahawa..wanita memainkan peranan penting juga dalam institusi keluarga..and aku juga pelik..kenapa bile wanita gagal lahirkan anak lelaki..wanita yang dipersalahkan? ia sama macam, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kamu nak tanam pokok apple tapi terbeli pokok oren sbb bagi kamu anak pokok tuh takder beza rupanya..bila tanam, dah tumbuh dan mengeluarkan hasil buah oren..adekah kamu salahkan tanah&lt;/span&gt;? do you guys get it? aku xder la pndai benor dlm biologi sebab aku x amek subject bio masa time skolah..tapi aku pernah la terbaca artikel.. perempuan sentiasa mempunyai kromoson Y and benih lelaki la yang mempunyai kromosom either X atau Y . Bila X Y = lelaki, YY = perempuan.. ntah betul ke tak..tak tau ler aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..can't u ever see from this..lelaki ke perempuan yang perlu di persalahakan? dah terang lagi kan bersuluh..aku rasa sedih sangat bile tgk photo seorang perempuan yang da "toing" sebab suami dia gantung dia kat kepala shower sbb dia lahirkan anak kedua dia perempuan..nasib baik dia sempat diselamatkan oleh abang dia.. &lt;a href="http://bop.nppa.org/2007/still_photography/winners/UPY/99464/179865.html"&gt;Click link nih&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian..dah ler dah x betul..laki dia lak..x di dakwa..camne ngn nasib anak dia? takde rse simpati ker? kamu telah menyakiti insan yang kamu peluk, beromen mlm2 bila kamu sangap, yg sediakan mkn, pakai minum kamu, yg lahirkan anak2 kamu.. kamu ingat perempuan nih lembu ker? kalau lembu..dah tentu lembu tuh tanduk kamu sampai mati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingat..Wanita di cipta bukan dari kepala..untuk mereka pijak kamu..apatah lagi bukan di cipta dari kaki untuk kamu pijak2 mereka..tapi wanita dicipta dari tulang rusuk kamu, berdekatan dengan jantung kamu, hati kamu, untuk sentiasa berada di samping kamu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanita..ciptaan yang indah..maka hargailah kaum2 yang telah melahirkan kamu..kalau kamu rasa wanita nih menyusahkan, membebankan.. pi lah kamu peluk harimau bila kamu tidur..confirm..esok pagi kamu sedar..kamu dah pun selamat berada dalam perutnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1427576249272374076?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1427576249272374076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanitaciptaan-yang-indah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1427576249272374076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1427576249272374076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanitaciptaan-yang-indah.html' title='Wanita..ciptaan yang indah'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-8210062592547257639</id><published>2009-09-18T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:05:36.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holla to all my blog readers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku just nak ucapkan &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selamat hari raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kepada seluruh umat Islam di dunia yang fana ini..&lt;br /&gt;ahaks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga syawal yang bakal tiba nih..membawa keberkatan dalam hidup kalian&lt;br /&gt;and as usual..aku takder nye nak wat rumah terbuka..&lt;br /&gt;kalo korang nak dtg..inform awal2..aku just wat air je la..coz tahun nih family aku berkabung..ye la kan..arwah atuk baru je meninggal last month..so..paham2 je la ehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada student2 cam aku nih..raya raya gak la..tp jgn lupe assignment and juga kerja2 yang perlu di submitkan lps cuti raya neh.. (ishh..mane la aku nk enjoy raya..haihhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrM-jtrhkzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y5tulZmF5rI/s1600-h/_JO22634+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrM-jtrhkzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y5tulZmF5rI/s200/_JO22634+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382714762916369202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la..kite jumpe lagi di next posting. Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-8210062592547257639?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8210062592547257639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8210062592547257639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/8210062592547257639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrM-jtrhkzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Y5tulZmF5rI/s72-c/_JO22634+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1385783089615345976</id><published>2009-09-15T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:51:28.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Annexe Gallery</title><content type='html'>Hola to all my blog readers..&lt;br /&gt;untuk posting kali nih..aku just nak citer pasal trip kelas photography aku ke Annexe Gallery kat Central Market (CM)sebab ade photography exhibition by Singaporean and some of the international photographers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorang bertolak ke sana dalam pukul 11.45 pg ke CM..ahahhaks..naik bas UniKL..rse cam pelancong lak..buat la muka perak giler bila sampai CM..hahahaks..dah sampai kat Annexe tuh..bleh plak dorang x bukak lg..kne tunggu person in charge datang..bila mamat tuh sampai..mak aiihhh..terkesima kami melihatnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far..inilah first photography exhibition yang aku hadiri sepanjang 23 thn++ aku idop nih..&lt;br /&gt;selama nih aku dok tgk kat TV je..mat and minah salleh pi dating2 tgk art gallery, photo gallery..bila diri sendiri yang ke sana..hmm..actually aku minat la jugak..suka tgk gambar2 fine art and photo journalism.. sebab gambar2 tuh..da boleh bercerita sendiri..well it depends pada kite camne otak kite nk tafsirkan gambar2 tuh and depends gak pada ke kreatif an photographers utk menghasilkan karya mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku attach kan some pictures utk tatapan semua..Enjoyzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oyqUQRlI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_Is0cqa95Vs/s1600-h/IMG_0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oyqUQRlI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_Is0cqa95Vs/s200/IMG_0427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381705668037199442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fellow classmate tgh khusyuk dgr PIC beri penerangan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-ox_Wt0wI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yixYRdaQrLw/s1600-h/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-ox_Wt0wI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yixYRdaQrLw/s200/IMG_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381705656504800002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pose - pose -pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oxW1NCWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b-a36djCryA/s1600-h/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oxW1NCWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/b-a36djCryA/s200/IMG_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381705645626820962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine art photography dr photographer dr UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oy7n6YXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YOmDXrns7w4/s1600-h/IMG_0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oy7n6YXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YOmDXrns7w4/s200/IMG_0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381705672683053426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamba child labour kat Bangladesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1385783089615345976?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1385783089615345976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-annexe-gallery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1385783089615345976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1385783089615345976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-annexe-gallery.html' title='Trip to Annexe Gallery'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sq-oyqUQRlI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_Is0cqa95Vs/s72-c/IMG_0427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4842176140836794707</id><published>2009-09-08T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:15:24.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New born Scarlett Ohara Johansson..</title><content type='html'>Holla to all my blog readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame rasa nye tak wat posting..huhuhuk..maklumlah..busy sket..&lt;br /&gt;ohh ya..aku nak bgtau kat korang sume..my new born baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Scarlett Ohara Johansson&lt;/span&gt;..my own DSLR..a gift (hutang jugak la) from my Mak Ngah (thanx ngah..luv ya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SqY71j_5ahI/AAAAAAAAAWI/isCYiKOw0Kk/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SqY71j_5ahI/AAAAAAAAAWI/isCYiKOw0Kk/s200/IMG_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379052596322986514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru beberapa hari usianya..dah jadi model advertising assignment utk ikwan..hehehe..skrg nih..baby ikwan..Evolet dah ade adik baru. Semalam lak..aku, wanie , feq teman eijam beli DSLR gak..new born Dedet / Dedek Canon 50D. Sekarang, tengah tunggu feq lak beli DSLR. Di jangka Scarlett akan dapat kembarnya..ahaks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh je la kot posting utk kali nih..life aku? so far..ok je la..kejer aku banyak tapi aku malas buat..aku sibuk main game kat facebook..hahahahaks..anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selamat berpuasa and selamat hari raya pada semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4842176140836794707?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4842176140836794707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-born-scarlett-ohara-johansson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4842176140836794707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4842176140836794707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-born-scarlett-ohara-johansson.html' title='New born Scarlett Ohara Johansson..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SqY71j_5ahI/AAAAAAAAAWI/isCYiKOw0Kk/s72-c/IMG_0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4450712554660265249</id><published>2009-08-21T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:19:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah buat atuk ku</title><content type='html'>Al-Fatihah buat atuk ku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allahyarham Hj Khairudin Bin Hj Abd Karim&lt;/span&gt; yang telah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya&lt;/span&gt; pada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 Ogos 2009&lt;/span&gt; jam 1450 aka 2.50 ptg di Pusat Perubatan Universiti Malaya. Arwah atuk selamat dikebumikan di tanah perkuburan kiara, selepas Maghrib..sblh pusara arwah nenek ku yang juga isterinya. Alhamdulillah...terlaksana juga impian arwah atuk utk disemadi di sebelah arwah nenek yang meninggal dunia pada 21 Jun 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku agak terkilan sebab tak dapat tatap wajah arwah atuk for the last time sbb aku sampai kat tanah perkuburan, jenazah atuk da pun masuk dlm liang lahat..orang pn da bawa papan utk cover..sedih juga lah..tapi x nangis pun..ntah la..api kebencian..api kemarahan pada atuk suatu ketika dahulu da terpadam tiba2. Redha atas kepemergian atuk. Malah aku berterima kasih ngn atuk sbb dia telah menunjukkan aku erti sebuah kehidupan..(&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;kekayaan tidak dibawa sampai mati malah ia hanya menghancurkan lagi sesebuah ikatan&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last skali rasanye aku jumpa atuk rsenya either aku masih praktikal or da abes praktikal..Ada insiden di mana nenek tiriku memarahi ayahku mandikan arwah atuk padahal arwah yang minta ayah mandikan dia sebab dia rasa melekit badan.  Kami semua bengang and takut ayah naik angin and tampar nenek tiriku..haihh..ntah la..tak tau ape nak jd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aku tak tau lah ape nak jadi selepas nih..ape drama, sketsa yang perlu aku tonton dan serap dalam kepala otak aku..so that aku cuba untuk tidak mengulanginya lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4450712554660265249?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4450712554660265249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/al-fatihah-buat-atuk-ku.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4450712554660265249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4450712554660265249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/al-fatihah-buat-atuk-ku.html' title='Al-Fatihah buat atuk ku'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5387846948328518678</id><published>2009-08-19T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:43:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1- Aduss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hola to all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..aku sje je nk bebel psl pandemic yg makin popular iaitu &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H1N1&lt;/span&gt;..huhuhuks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..skrg nih makin melarat aku tgk kes H1N1 nih..even housemate aku pn jd suspek. cpt2 dia balik kampung utk "kuarantin" kan dirinya..aku lak..hmm..lately nih..selesema aku makin menjadi tapi kejap2 je la..begitu juga dgn suhu badan aku..kjap panas..kjap normal..even tekak aku pn kjap sakit2 kjap xder ape2..haihh..ape nak jadi ler..agak2 antibody aku dok berperang2 mempertahankan imunisasi aku kot dr dijangkiti oleh penyakit yang belum mmpunyai penawarnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me pada suatu ketika dlu..zaman ranggi tok nenek and zaman muda moyang2 kite..dlu pun mereka pernah dilanda satu wabak yang tidak diketahui...mcm cacar la..tp bkn cacar biasa yg kite pnh kne masa kecik2..lama la jugak mereka mengambil masa utk mencari penawar kpd wabak nih..ye la kan..zaman dlu..equipment perubatan dorang mne la canggih sgt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skrg nih..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;agak2 boleh ke pakar2 perubatan or saintis kite mampu mencipta penawar kpd H1N1 or any penyakit yg se angkatan dgnnye&lt;/span&gt;?? equipment rsenye da canggih ler jugak..cume tinggal camne nk menjalankan saraf2 dlm otak utk mencari idea dan solution kpd sume nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang banyak ckp penyakit nih dtg dr "oink oink".. cian mr.oink oink..xpsl2 kne..rsenye..korang mesti tau cite "Babe" kan? ala..cite "oink oink" yang bijak menggembala kambing..aku igt ade satu scene di mane.."oink oink" tuh demam selesema..tuan dia dok peluk, bg dia makan ubat dan nyanyi utk dia..hahahaks..xder pun tuan dia kne selesema kronik cam zmn nih kan? ahahahaks..ape la aku nih..dok compare cite rekaan ngn realiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape pun..aku saran kpd semua orang..ambil la langkah berjaga2.Yang penting..kita kne berusaha lpstuh bertawakal and sempena &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yg bakal tiba..marilah kita berdoa semoga &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Allah S.W.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;memberi kesenangan kepada pakar2 kita utk mencipta penawar penyakit nih dan semua orang dapat kembali ceria, sihat dan berupaya mengerjakan perintahNya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5387846948328518678?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5387846948328518678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1-aduss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5387846948328518678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5387846948328518678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1-aduss.html' title='H1N1- Aduss'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6244603540654457437</id><published>2009-08-14T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:11:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sleepy and feel like Kambing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ello to all my blog readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurmm..da beberapa hari aku tidur lewat and sekali aku terponteng klas (x sengaja bgn lewat).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini semua gara-gara kne buat rumah dua tingkat untuk subject "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virtual Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Siot btol..aku nih da sememangnya hampeh bab kje on-hand. (Masak arr aku bila nk keje nnt) . So far..aku da berjaya dirikan rumah dua tingkat tetapi aku masih dalam proses nk letak pintu, tingkap, atap n pagar rumah. Muz lak da siap sepenuhnya..siap mapping skali..giler la..dia mmg dedicated bile wat kje.. tak macam aku..malas..aku banyak main "Restaurant City" dari buat kje VR aku. Hahahaks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang nih..aku dok &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;terperangkap kat UniKL&lt;/span&gt;. Nih gara2 nak menunggu lecturer "kesygn" utk sign sipnosis tesis aka final year project aku..nampak gaya nye..dia mmg xkn muncul2. Aku call td..dia ckp dia tgh meeting..ntah bile lak dia abes..aku x brp dgr sgt ape kata dia sbb mase aku call..aku berada berdekatan dgn jln raya-jalan sultan ismail yg senantiasa sibuk dgn kenderaan bertali arus. perut lak dah nyanyi lagu keroncong..tgh hari td makan pizza beramai2..ngidam lak tetiba nk mkn pizza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dari pagi aku menunggu lecturer nih..dia ntah ke mana peginye..dtg tgh hari..kata keluar gi lunch..aku sms xberbalas..sampai aku sempat pergi ke Borders TS  beli buku rujukan utk FYP aku..Last2 aku dpt gak jmpe lecturer tuh tp pd pkl 6.15 ptg td..adehh..ade terselit kepanasan dihatiku..tp..janji kje setel..da dpt tanda tgn pun..lega la pale sket..skrg nih dok pkir camne nk setelkn vr..ahhh..satu lgi keje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smlm..aku mmg da xlarat gile nk bt vr..rse nk muntah bile kne pusing2 model umah tuh..aku da tau dah..nih warning body aku da bg yg menyatakan aku da over limit gune tenaga aku..huhuhu..nape la aku nih lembik bnor..aku tgk muz yg penuh dedikasi wat kje n tido cume 2-3 jam je..rse cam..haihh..dia nih ade kuasa tambahan ker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku skrg nih mmg rse &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;penat, ngantuk and macam kambing&lt;/span&gt;..(actually aku nk gune kate yg xbaik..tp x manis la plak kan..ahaks) ..oleh itu..aku hanya tabahkan hati aku..dok dpn pc..main restoren kat facebook smbil buat vr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ntah pkul brp la aku tdo nnt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6244603540654457437?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6244603540654457437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-so-sleepy-and-feel-like-kambing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6244603540654457437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6244603540654457437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-so-sleepy-and-feel-like-kambing.html' title='I&apos;m so sleepy and feel like Kambing!!'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2351067018351533913</id><published>2009-07-28T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:10:37.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte by Zee Avi</title><content type='html'>Hello sumer..&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu..baru nak merasa gune internet kat rumah sewa aku nih&lt;br /&gt;asyik dok wat hal..&lt;br /&gt;kalo internet x buat hal..si giga aka pc aku lak yg meragam..&lt;br /&gt;haihh..dugaan btol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgh dok melayan hati yang lara dengan kpala yg serabut dok pikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mana nk carik duit extra? Nak siapkan duit untuk konvo thn depan. nanti xnak  jadi cam masa diploma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mana nk cekau kamera DSLR? Duit lagi...haduhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskk..aku nih dok ngeluh2 jek.. nak kje part time smbil blajar..konfirm aku pengsan tgh jalan sbb mane nk kjar kje ngn study..tau dek parent aku..kne tiaw ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambil2 tuh..aku layan la plak lagu &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;zee avi - monte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the ground they wilt away, &lt;br /&gt;sun in the sky it fades away,&lt;br /&gt;Funnier shapes from the clouds so gray&lt;br /&gt;The breeze in the trees they blow my way.&lt;br /&gt;I was told my soul was old&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I understand at all?&lt;br /&gt;If my soul was really old&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I could change this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life has given me obstacles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still I bite my tongue say it’s wonderful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just glad I’m still around&lt;br /&gt;But I’m even more glad when things slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, you came to break me, &lt;br /&gt;oh you, you came to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s too short for what-ifs and plans &lt;br /&gt;So let the day take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Get your ??follow facts?? well go and burn them&lt;br /&gt;I’m too old for ??damn the man??&lt;br /&gt;Made a wish on a star at night&lt;br /&gt;Brightest star that’s in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Only to have realized&lt;br /&gt;It was just a satellite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, you came to calm me&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, you came to cool me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ahaks..hatiku yang lara dan kepala ku yang serabut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2351067018351533913?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2351067018351533913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/monte-by-zee-avi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2351067018351533913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2351067018351533913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/monte-by-zee-avi.html' title='Monte by Zee Avi'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6187345878184337990</id><published>2009-07-16T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:26:01.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest - Princess</title><content type='html'>*sigh* hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if u couldn't make it.. maybe next time (hope next time is really exist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways pompuan..aku pun hope no more all the kuciwa, heart broken stuff.. I am so tired with it. That's why I gave him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;the last shot&lt;/span&gt; to prove to me that he ain't like the satan' child aka poop head aka TB (u know rite..hahahaks..jahatnye aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if nasib x menyebelahi aku..i guess u know what i would do, rite? hahahahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw..aku igt lg 5 january 2010..thanks to u for remind me..ahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya too girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6187345878184337990?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6187345878184337990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dearest-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6187345878184337990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6187345878184337990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dearest-princess.html' title='My Dearest - Princess'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-18274659964357832</id><published>2009-07-15T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:12:21.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be thankful if you got talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay Lo!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to all my blog readers..hmm..i guess there wont be many people would read my blog..as one of the big fan of my blog is currently can't surfing internet anymore..due to some personal problem that i'll bet you don't wanna know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..okay..let's start the story for today &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TALENT&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure all of the human in the world are born with their own talent that some might have notice it earlier since they were born..(woo..) and some might don't know what is her / his talent until now like = &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..I don't know what it is my talent until now..I can't sing or dance, I can't swim or rode a bicycle (poor things duh..always get laughed by people) , I love art but what is art? huh? sometimes i try to answer some stupid quizzes but I get stupid answer too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just now..I just visit my boyfriend ex girlfriend flickr..she is a talented photographer..i like to see all her artwork..it makes me jealous..not because of she is my boyfriend ex but she got the talented eyes that sometimes..i hope i could have it..so i can take many beautiful pictures and be proud of my artwork. Even though, right now..I am multimedia student, but I'm suck at doing all the "on-hands" work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i think i maybe take for granted on my teammate a.k.a my best friend that always help me in my study so that I could stay at UniKl longer without having brain damages or brain system breakdown..when i say to her that she is so lucky because she got the talent to do "on-hands" job, she would definitely answer me by saying "You are more lucky because you got the nerves to talk in front of peoples". Hmm..really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Well..since i was in the kindergarten, I was choosen to give a speech (just memorize the speech created by my teacher) in front of the parents who come for their child graduation day and concert. Since then, when I become a prefect..one of my duty is to "baca ikrar" in front of hundred student in the assembly ground without using microphone..that's sucks and thank to God, my voice can be hear by all..maybe that's why I can talk in front of peoples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..for now..I guess i just want to finish my study..with the good grades and after that..I want to explore more about my hiddden talent. I hope I can find the answer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-18274659964357832?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/18274659964357832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-thankful-if-you-got-talent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/18274659964357832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/18274659964357832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-thankful-if-you-got-talent.html' title='be thankful if you got talent'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-7949791960914152152</id><published>2009-06-26T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:35:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's near..the day that i dont want it to be exist</title><content type='html'>Ahaks..holla to all my readers&lt;br /&gt;im sorry because it's been a while i didn't update my blog..due to some&lt;br /&gt;ermm..you know larr...hahahhaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole month of June, I try my best to spend quality time together with my bee..&lt;br /&gt;after a year I'm waiting for him to come back to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;(f.y.i my bee is currently stay at United Kingdom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..after 3 weeks i've been with him..hmm..what do i learn and get ehh??&lt;br /&gt;eermm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syukur Ya Allah..Kau anugerahkan kenikmatan kepadaku..hambaMu yang selalu lalai padaMu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;suddenly i felt like..I grown up but at the same time i feel like i want to scream "MAMA, I WANT TO BE INSIDE YOUR TUMMY AGAIN!!! THE WORLD IS SO CRUEL TO ME..WAAAA!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know whether i was standing on earth or Im floating.. Im stuck in the middle..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is this what we call as love? hmm..seriously..i never had a serious relationship or in a easy way..i never had a steady boyfriend before...so..now..when i got my bee..feels like..UNDISCRIBLE..(betul ker ape aku eja nih? hantam aje la.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is really mixing up..arghh..i can't even think what should i do ..how should i act...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-7949791960914152152?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7949791960914152152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-nearthe-day-that-i-dont-want-it-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7949791960914152152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/7949791960914152152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-nearthe-day-that-i-dont-want-it-to.html' title='It&apos;s near..the day that i dont want it to be exist'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2178833909796548358</id><published>2009-06-12T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:58:52.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bee is back!!!</title><content type='html'>Holla readers...guess what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bee is Back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a years i have been waiting for him..now..i feel so relief that i'm able to touch him, looking at him and i know it is not a dream or any of my imagination creation. hahahhaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first date : watch Terminator Salvation at GSC Pavillion - Gold Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second date : go out together with my lil sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third date: jeng jeng jeng ..hahahhaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth date : attend asmak wedding at Gombak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SjE3K8n1rbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BTAPuWV-61k/s1600-h/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SjE3K8n1rbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BTAPuWV-61k/s200/IMG_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346114893876932018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth date : Go to genting with my bee and my siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, all i want to do is to spend a lot of time with my bee..can't get enough of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2178833909796548358?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2178833909796548358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bee-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2178833909796548358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2178833909796548358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bee-is-back.html' title='My Bee is back!!!'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SjE3K8n1rbI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BTAPuWV-61k/s72-c/IMG_0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5324346711944072079</id><published>2009-05-28T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:19:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla Holiday</title><content type='html'>Well..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;hikhikhik..holiday..yay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..nothing much i can say about the holiday as for this month (may)..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really2 bored staying at house, doing nothing other than sleep- eat and p**p.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahhahaks&lt;/span&gt;..ya &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;..then what u guys expect me to do? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jogging&lt;/span&gt;? burning all my fats that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; collect since i was 13? huh..how i wish i could but everyone know that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; L A Z Y to do that..not now i guess to be look pretty like hell or else i might be end up being naughty. i know myself very well..when it comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..just only few days my bee is coming back to Malaysia..feels like i got butterflies in my stomach..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hhuhuhu&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; ya..for announcement - Im not be able for whole June. So..if you guys need anything or urgent, please contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5324346711944072079?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5324346711944072079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/holla-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5324346711944072079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5324346711944072079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/holla-holiday.html' title='Holla Holiday'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-4677962289111359220</id><published>2009-04-22T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:39:13.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day at ARC Worldwide</title><content type='html'>ahhh..at last..the day has come...&lt;br /&gt;today is my last day of INTRA aka practical at ArcWorldwide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu..it's kinda sad when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MORE EXTRA MONEY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cannot buy rm0.50 can drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;even I've been here for 4 month, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt; to gain new friends..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but..i hope everything will be alright...now I'm waiting for my very-very big day ever in my life (currently) hahahaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng..jeng..jeng..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-4677962289111359220?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4677962289111359220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-day-at-arc-worldwide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4677962289111359220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/4677962289111359220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-day-at-arc-worldwide.html' title='My last day at ARC Worldwide'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-5625326201702493967</id><published>2009-04-14T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:32:40.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghh..malu nya..kinda la ..hahahaks</title><content type='html'>adehh...hari nih aku bleh plak cipta sejarah..&lt;br /&gt;tuh la..masa time kje..sibuk main game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cite nye macam nih.. masa pkl 3++ ptg td..aku dok introduce muz ngn aimms main satu game nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotel626.com/"&gt;hotel 626 &lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game seram la..tp..nak main game nih..hanya leh login dr pkl 6ptg hingga 6 pg jek..waktu len xleh..so..kalo korang nk cube main..korang tukar la setting time zone pc korang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mula2 biasa la main game tuh..aku tgk je muz main sbb aku tgh buat kje..ntah mcm mne&lt;br /&gt;bila sampai kat satu stage nih..stage baby hantu nih..haihh..muz da seram xnk tgk skrin..aku pndg2 cam biasa la..da suratan rupanya..x sempat aku nk alih kpala..tiba2 hantu baby tuh dok sergah..mcm dia nk kuar dr monitor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SeRKBrUKIBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KK87-cOkhZc/s1600-h/scary-website-picture.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SeRKBrUKIBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KK87-cOkhZc/s320/scary-website-picture.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324462052126367762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ape lg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuat gile gak la beb..hahahaks..malu seh..satu opis dgr..mesti suspek aku nih meroyan ke ngigau ke..menjerit xtentu psl..yg abg kat blakang cubicle lak..tnye..knape..sape kaco? nasib la..that time, leader aku xdtg..kalo x..ntah la..lg kot kne gelak..xpun..ngn dia2 skali join menjerit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahks..kenangan terindah aku create kat leo b nih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-5625326201702493967?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5625326201702493967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/arghhmalu-nyakinda-la-hahahaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5625326201702493967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/5625326201702493967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/arghhmalu-nyakinda-la-hahahaks.html' title='arghh..malu nya..kinda la ..hahahaks'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SeRKBrUKIBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KK87-cOkhZc/s72-c/scary-website-picture.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2554143601334349880</id><published>2009-04-09T10:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:25:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahaha..I'm a serial killer of... rats..ewww..(part 2)</title><content type='html'>In order to control these rats population, on Monday, i plan to use rat glue to trap those naughty rats at our house so.. i by a can of rat glue ( a very very sticky glue and smells like one of the popular coffee sweets -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kopiko&lt;/span&gt;). and for the bite, i used orange and prawn crackers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so..i put this trap at 3 places. one is under my study table, one is under my friend computer table (our table is their best playground because it was in the corner of our house) and the other one, i put it under the stove table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, i manage to trap 2 rats (its just the toddler rats) on Tuesday morning. both were found under the study table and computer table. i feel kinda relief but still i did not satisfied as there are no rats were trap under the stove table. but the orange bite looks like has been eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so..for these two naughty and unlucky rats, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the heart to kill them or torture them. so..i just put those two in the plastic bag and throw away in the dustbin in front of the house. i was hoping they will died because they got no air to breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today (today is Thursday), this morning..after 2 days waiting..the other toddler mouse has been trap. hehehhe..i feel so..hurmm..i dont know..maybe happy..hahahhaks..so..here i attach some of the pictures..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T PUKE IN FRONT OF YOUR PC /LAPTOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sd1dqXfGt4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/q1MNbvCrtGI/s1600-h/IMAGE_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor thing..but hahahahahak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sd1dqvhJfOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2quuNTI4WxM/s1600-h/IMAGE_058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322513323513183458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sd1dqvhJfOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2quuNTI4WxM/s320/IMAGE_058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serve you right for making mess at our house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sd1dq6Rp1wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OqG8T2S6M6w/s1600-h/IMAGE_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322513326400984834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sd1dq6Rp1wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/OqG8T2S6M6w/s320/IMAGE_060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face of the satisfied victim who used to be bullied by rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the newspaper there? i wrap the the rats with it, put it in the plastic bag and throw it away in the dustbin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..now only left 2 more rats to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2554143601334349880?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2554143601334349880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahahaim-serial-killer-of-ratsewwwpart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2554143601334349880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/2554143601334349880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahahaim-serial-killer-of-ratsewwwpart.html' title='Wahaha..I&apos;m a serial killer of... rats..ewww..(part 2)'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sd1dqvhJfOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/2quuNTI4WxM/s72-c/IMAGE_058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6394766361110787715</id><published>2009-04-08T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:06:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahaha..I'm a serial killer of... rats..ewww..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;..hi ya to all my readers..&lt;br /&gt;well..this week i really piss off with the rats at my house at kg.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; (i rent at there for study purpose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this, we manage to control the rat population by using rat poison because one of the housemate are really daredevil enough to throw away the dead rat. but now, she's already move from the house..so..the only left are the one who really really scared with rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far as i can remember..there are 3 rats in the house. one died after overdose eating my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pil&lt;/span&gt; chi kit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aun&lt;/span&gt;.. the other one has been thrown away by one of my housemate while it was hiding in the bag. so..the last survival rat right now, have produce its own offspring and the rat population in our house has grown to 5 rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always make mess, bite our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slipper, bite the computer wire..and the worst is they make my desk drower as their public toilet and dining hall. since then.. i swear..i will kill all the rats in the house and i will try my very best to do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6394766361110787715?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6394766361110787715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahahaim-serial-killer-of-ratsewww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6394766361110787715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6394766361110787715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahahaim-serial-killer-of-ratsewww.html' title='Wahaha..I&apos;m a serial killer of... rats..ewww..'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-1626991001828830784</id><published>2009-03-22T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:48:44.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk sahabatku sayang</title><content type='html'>aku dedikasikan posting kali ini..utk sahabatku yang kini berada dalam keadaan yang kurang senang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sayangku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketahui la..bahawa apa yang terjadi ada hikmahnya dan sesuai dengan kekuatan yang ada dalam dirimu..benda sebegini lah yang mmbuatkan kita sedar bahawa kita sama sahaja tarafnya dengan ciptaan Allah yang lain..mungkin pada ketika dahulu, ada terselit ke angkuhan yang kita tidak sedar sehingga Allah berikan ujianNya kepada kita agar kita sentiasa beringat..jangan takbur, jangan lalai kepadaNya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sayangku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manusia tiada yang sempurna, tetapi ketahuila..ketidaksempurnaan kita menjadikan kita sempurna sebenarnya..janganlah kau takut menghadapi masa akan datang, janganlah kau malu menghadapi manusia2 dan ciptaan2 Allah yang lain. Ini kerana kita patut tanam sikap berbangga kerana kita telah lepas salah satu uijan Allah yang hebat tetapi kita masih lagi mampu menghadapinya dengan penuh keredhaan. Aku tahu, bagimu, aku bisa berkata2, tetapi beban kau yang menanggungnya..pedih,beratnya tidak terkata2..hanya Allah sahaja yang tahu betapa pilu, terhiris dan malunya atas apa yang terjadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sayangku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku juga penah lalui liku perit sepertimu..aku berani berkata begini kerana 50% aku tahu apa yang kamu rasakan..dulu aku juga pernah melakukan kesilapan, aku terlena, aku terlalu mengikut kata hati dan tidak berfikir waras. ingatkah kau, ketika aku sedang lemah kerana terlalu bersedih, kau datang menguatkan aku? walaupun usahamu cuma kecil seperti butir pasir tetapi ia cukup membuat hatiku bertambah tabah dan yakin untuk meneruskan kehidupan..&lt;br /&gt;kau terangi hidupku dengan senyuman mu, kata2 muhasabah darimu, dan juga gelak ketawamu bersama rakan2 lain..aku sangat terhutang budi denganmu..kerna tanpa sokonganmu..pasti aku makin hanyut dalam kekecewaaanku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sayangku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doa orang yang teraniaya pasti makbul..si pesalah akan terima hukumannya..janganlah kau bersedih kerana kita perlu pengorbanan untuk mendapatkan sesuatu yang sangat berharga..percayalah..ada sinar menanti dibalik kabus2 duka..kau hanya perlu kuatkan semangat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sayangku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangunlah..bangun, kesat airmatamu, jayakan dirimu..ingat wahai sahabatku..sesungguhnya..aku amat menyayangi dan menghargai apa jua tentang dirimu, baik burukmu kerana kau adalah sahabatku dunia dan akhirat, dan kau antara perkara yang amat menakjubkan Allah telah kurniakan padaku.. aku sentiasa doakan kebahagiaanmu dan kesejahteraanmu..semoga Allah berikan petunjuk padamu dan lindungi dirimu dari segala bala dan bencana..Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-1626991001828830784?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1626991001828830784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/untuk-sahabatku-sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1626991001828830784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/1626991001828830784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/untuk-sahabatku-sayang.html' title='Untuk sahabatku sayang'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-3627940411006373925</id><published>2009-03-10T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:58:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isu PPSMI</title><content type='html'>haihh..adekah aku terlambat utk berbicara mengenai isu ini?&lt;br /&gt;well..aku xnk ler kupas lebih mendalam sgt sbb lihat la..aku sendiri pun byk menggunakan bhs singkatan, rojak apetah lg tatabahasaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cume aku ingin mengatakan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah bila kita belajar matematik dan sains dalam bahasa inggeris itu boleh mengakibatkan kita lupa pada bahasa sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bagi aku..tidak..sebab bahasa melayu itu bahasaku. kalo ade kesilapan tatabahasa, itu adalah salahku yang mungkin terbiasa dengan bahasa pasar. even mat salleh kat luar negara pun ade yg hampeh grammer mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukankah bila kita melanjutkan pelajaran ke menara gading nanti, kebanyakan buku rujukan adalah berbahasa inggeris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aku pun seorang student di IPTS..jurusan computer..buku rujukan aku banyak berbahasa inggeris, lg best, aku diajar dlm bhs inggeris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai sangat ker student yang xboleh jawab matematik and sains dalam bahasa inggeris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bukankah kebanyakan student boleh je jawab and keputusan mereka pun xder la teruk mne. Ade juga yang berjaya..semua nih kan..terpulang pada pelajar..kalau pelajar tuh malas nak memahami bahasa inggeris, bukan salah penggunaan bhs inggeris dlm subjek matematik and sains. Kalo kita nak ikot jejak langkah jepun yg bangga dengan bahasa sendiri pun, kite kne la pndang pada kelebihan mentality mereka. compare dengan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade hikmahnya PPSMI nih di wujudkan..kalo x..buat pe di buatnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak pun..susah2 sangat..ape kata, pihak kerajaan and pihak anti PPSMI nih kumpul survey dari semua sekolah di Malaysia. Tanya pelajar2 sendiri. Korang dok sibuk buat perarakan tapi pernahkah kamu semua tanya kehendak pelajar sendiri? mane tahu, mereka semuanya setuju PPSMI..tak ker kerugian buat mereka?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-3627940411006373925?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3627940411006373925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/isu-ppsmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3627940411006373925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/3627940411006373925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/isu-ppsmi.html' title='Isu PPSMI'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-6053831774857267981</id><published>2009-03-09T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:57:31.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Fever</title><content type='html'>Adehh..ehh helo to all my blog readers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nih sekarang tengah di landa demam korea. Hah nih sume kje adik aku..dia dok sibuk pengaruhi aku..at first aku xter pengaruh..but still dengar la some of lagu korea iaitu kumpulan TVXQ sbb aku da muak dengan lagu2 mp3 dlm phone aku..tp ntah mcm mne..satu hari, adik aku intro aku lagu ala2 club (Seungri - Strong Baby) and tunjukkn aku vc lagu tuh..dia kata vc tuh xsesuai utk orang2 bawah umor..aku pula..bila da tengok..terpesona melihat body Seungri (one of the Big Bang member) wahh..telan air liur dibuatnye...hahahaks..Seungri tuh baru baya adik aku yg no 2..adehh...anak ikan nih..comeynye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SbUbr-O_ZFI/AAAAAAAAATo/-Q_qbAo4gnc/s1600-h/top99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SbUbr-O_ZFI/AAAAAAAAATo/-Q_qbAo4gnc/s320/top99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311181777807565906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang&lt;/span&gt; (from left: dae sung, g dragon, top, tae yang and seungri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejak tuh aku mula berjinak dengan lagu korea..dari seungri, aku terus minat 2 lagu drp kumpulan Big Bang iaitu Lies and Haru haru (day by day)..Lagu nih..sebenarnya lagu sedih..tapi rentak dia..very nice utk dance and sembunyikan kesedihan..ye la kan..xkan bila sedih tuh..rentak lagu macam lagu orang mati..so..rentak lagu lies and haru haru nih..bila dengar..xsedar pun..(ape tak nye..aku mane paham bahasa korea..hahahhaks)..kite tgh sedih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lps tuh..adik aku mula la perli2 aku..dia cakap..best lagu korea..aku x caye..hahhaks..kumpulan nih pun merupakan duta aiskrim Baskin Robin..maka masa hari Sabtu lepas (7 mac 2009- birthday bee aku..hehhee)..aku ngn adik aku dok merayap di Mid Valley sambil menyimpan angan2 utk makan aiskrim Baskin Robin ( Apple Mint, Blueberry Cheesecake and Apple Mint)..tapi angan2 kami musnah kerana takder satu perisa yang kami mahu dijual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SbUfn_s8n1I/AAAAAAAAATw/c4My4KhONbQ/s1600-h/116-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SbUfn_s8n1I/AAAAAAAAATw/c4My4KhONbQ/s320/116-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311186107528683346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seungri - Dae Sung - Top- Tae Yang - G Dragon with their own Baskin Robin.Huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh!!! tensen nyer!! lps tuh..kami makan kat domino pizza, aku mkn pizza n adik aku mkn spagetti yg xsedap..lps tuh jalan2 dengan niat cume window shopping, boleh plak adik aku nk kan cd mirotic -TVXQ. aku da kuar duit utk belikan tapi bila pkir balik..dia nih asyik nak beli CD, stok baju jalan dia xder...asyik2 pakai t shirt casopia..so..aku pun sruh dia beli baju..dia nk dua helai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang la dikatakan kami nih adik beradik yang DEMAND.. mata tuh..suke benor berkenan kat bnda yang harganya xbleh blah..hahahahaks..adik aku ade berkenan kat dua jenis baju..masalahnye baju2 tuh cume ade diskaun 20%..bajet aku lak ade utk baju2 yg berdiskaun 50%.. so..lps argue..adik aku putuskan beli baju yang 50% diskaun. adehh..nasib baik aku syg adik..kalo x..lama aku sepak2..hahahaks...xper la..aku tau dia tuh mcm mne org nya..xsalah pun melabur kat adik pun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps da beli2..kami pun pulang ler..penat gak..tp rasa mcm nice aje..ntah lah..maybe aku ade rasa tekanan lately nih..ntah la..hati nih..payah sangat nk di duga..hanya Allah sahaja yang tahu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la..see you all in the next posting..Muah2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6053831774857267981?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6053831774857267981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/korean-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6053831774857267981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18217686/posts/default/6053831774857267981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/korean-fever.html' title='Korean Fever'/><author><name>Lady Calypso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17438044166903566469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SrNBlkg0wFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Yv0GasiTv8/S220/test+nina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/SbUbr-O_ZFI/AAAAAAAAATo/-Q_qbAo4gnc/s72-c/top99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-2856482083244466890</id><published>2009-02-19T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:30:13.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda smooth ehh...</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my blog readers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;what story should i share with all of you eh??&lt;br /&gt;okay2..here's the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My house been robbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..it's not funny..by the way..its not my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandmahouse&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; (currently my family stay at my grandma house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask the reason..hate to explain it) . It was my parent house at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beruntung&lt;/span&gt;. Someone broke into the house, stole some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;valuable&lt;/span&gt; stuff like my father fishing rods, my mom crockery collection, novels,  my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Xman&lt;/span&gt; figurine collection, me and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sister barbie, porcelain doll collection. That bloody robbers really left a big mess at the house..When we drive home to PJ, my dad really stress about this. He keeps on blaming "someone" (a very close blood relation to us) that this person who make our life going upside down. But my mom able to calm my dad and say that "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;what ever happens,  we always be together as a family. When we togther, we can face any obstacle that coming through our way&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day that most probably be an issue. As a muslim, can we celebrate Valentine's Day? As for me..why should we celebrate it as "Valentine's"..we should say that 14 feb is a "loving" day where we could give a present to our love ones, especially our parent, spouse, siblings, lover, friends, pets and who ever we want to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, for my "love" day, I'm finaly able to celebrate with my boyfriend..wow..i couldn't believe it.. a 23 years waiting worth a while. hahaha.. my bf send me a bouqet of chocolate and teddy bears. I know he wanna send me something as I have post him a card and a lovely keychain(a sheep holding a heart keychain..im crazy over sheep). hahahah..at first, i thought he gonna send me a flower..but ..logically thingking..flower will die in 2-3 days later..so..for what you pay a lot of money for a thing that are not long lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sa_hWahUooI/AAAAAAAAATg/7rpH1gZzxT4/s1600-h/IMAGE_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sa_hWahUooI/AAAAAAAAATg/7rpH1gZzxT4/s320/IMAGE_047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309710260885561986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Present from my bee..love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy and feel kinda touch..Allah SWT has answer my prayer..I really thankful to Allah SWT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We Miss Acai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..acai..the house cat..our naughty lovely acai had been sent to SPCA at Ampang. This due to acai bad behavior that is pee at anywhere he like , making lot of noise. My aunt can't stand anymore taking care of acai. I didn't go to SPCA with to send acai..My parent, my lil sis and my youngest brother go to send acai there..my lil sis, snap fiew picture of acai at SPCA, we can tell that he really scared. I nearly cry when see the picture..We have been take care of acai for 1 year ++.. now..he's gone. My aunt? She's the one who really keep remembering acai and cry when she seen acai picture. She said that it was the best way to send acai at SPCA. So now.. my busy body neighbour won't be complaining about acai making noise and send  his "Fengshui" away. The house really quite when acai not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sa_hUkiNL3I/AAAAAAAAATY/-2EDG27TZQ4/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sa_hUkiNL3I/AAAAAAAAATY/-2EDG27TZQ4/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309710229213884274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Acai in his new cage and new home..sob..sob..waa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..this is the story of the day..hope we could meet again in next posting&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-2856482083244466890?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EwlJb46d9o0/Sa_hWahUooI/AAAAAAAAATg/7rpH1gZzxT4/s72-c/IMAGE_047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217686.post-256931952179738024</id><published>2009-02-09T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:46:34.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiyo..no title</title><content type='html'>hello to all my blog readers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry..da lame x update..xder masa la..busy sket ngn kerja&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;what should i update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life aku for now as usual aje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah sebab Allah masih beri aku peluang lagi untuk bernafas di dunia ini..&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah sebab Allah masih lagi kurniakan family aku, kawan2 aku dan kekasihku di sisi aku&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah sebab Allah masih lagi kurniakan kesihatan yang agak baik untuk aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;aku sebenarnye xder idea utk menaip blog nih..&lt;br /&gt;ntah la&lt;br /&gt;mengapa aku semakin ketandusan idea&lt;br /&gt;walhal byk bnda aku leh story kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe aku cube take it slow and enjoy my life before telling it to all the people of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..see you all in next posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arigato..sayonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-256931952179738024?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/256931952179738024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/haiyono-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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office&lt;br /&gt;I will look out of the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;tall buildings&lt;br /&gt;and the grey wall which block most of my view..&lt;br /&gt;huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping time will move fast&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SO BORING TO DO THE SAME THING, OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I' currently listen to Pink - So what..&lt;br /&gt;         nananana....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18217686-6061749953152258805?l=ilystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6061749953152258805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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