<?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-1405944361008695065</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:27:23.250+08:00</updated><category term='think'/><category term='right'/><category term='say'/><category term='solat'/><category term='Urban Legend'/><category term='important'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='talk'/><category term='rumor'/><category term='surau'/><category term='speak'/><title type='text'>Remind Me Of..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5491646510353307290</id><published>2011-12-31T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:40:31.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surau'/><title type='text'>Important!</title><content type='html'>There was once I clerked a patient for a case report. The patient was retarded and aged 40+. (So, I didn't clerked her, her family instead). Her activities of daily living was dependent 99% to her mother. The mother, being old and having to take care of her daughter -instead of the other way around-, was always there for her daughter. She complained of body aches from her continuous sitting and sleeping while sitting up. Pity her.&lt;br /&gt;She sacrificed a lot for her daughter. She bathed her, fed her and everything must be under supervision. For 40 years! She must be well-rewarded for her contribution and commitment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her last day in the hospital, I asked the mother;&lt;br /&gt;I: Makcik, selalu solat kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;Makcik: Em.. Tak solatlah. Takde tempat nak solat.&lt;br /&gt;I: OMG. Berdosa tau.. (just kidding) --&amp;gt; Eh. Ada makcik. Ada surau staf kat sini. Kat tingkat 1 pun ada. &lt;br /&gt;Makcik: [tidak memberi respon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity her more for that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;Her contribution towards human and God were not balance. Unequal.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad not asking the question earlier. She might change her mind if she knows there's a place to solat.&lt;br /&gt;(anyway, this is Malaysia we're talking about. Insya allah, there is always a site/place to solat in a complex building.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1213/1351373799_c6f0669a95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1213/1351373799_c6f0669a95.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all. We must put the importance of solat FIRST in everything we do. &lt;br /&gt;And not only us, we should always remind others too; mother, father, siblings, friends, etc. &lt;br /&gt;We don't want growing old and have this habit of setting up solat in the latter list.&lt;br /&gt;Be fair to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Don't burn ourselves in hell for free yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/05/13/arts/malcom.large1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2005/05/13/arts/malcom.large1.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5491646510353307290?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5491646510353307290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2011/12/important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5491646510353307290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5491646510353307290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2011/12/important.html' title='Important!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1213/1351373799_c6f0669a95_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6789331082607376505</id><published>2011-09-12T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:31:25.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say'/><title type='text'>Saying The Right Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/rje0474l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/rje0474l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Salam and hye.&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if all these while you were saying the right things to people around you?&lt;br /&gt;Your responds, your comments, your jokes. &lt;br /&gt;How do you know if those things coming from your mouth are not hurtful, not insensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Being a good man doesn't only mean having a good relationship with God. But also with human beings too. Some might say recklessly and harsh words with intention. That will be a different story.&lt;br /&gt;For us to speak, use one of the various functions of our brain: THINK.&lt;br /&gt;Practice yourself to speak delicately, graciously and more importantly, with empathy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say something you don't want somebody else says to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Truth hurts. But find a way to make it less painful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, do some reflection for yourself. You might start with asking opinions from your friends on your talking and babbling.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in saying the right things at the right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmp6jnJIup1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmp6jnJIup1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6789331082607376505?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6789331082607376505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2011/09/saying-right-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6789331082607376505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6789331082607376505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2011/09/saying-right-things.html' title='Saying The Right Things.'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6145495243098250247</id><published>2011-09-06T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:16:00.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.sodahead.com/blogs/000384553/opinions_gif_xlarge.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://images.sodahead.com/blogs/000384553/opinions_gif_xlarge.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Long time.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about opinions, I have mine, you have yours.&lt;br /&gt;Opinions are not facts. They remain as opinions unless proven otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;So, your opinion or mine does not always has to be right.&lt;br /&gt;We should learn to agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Unless it affects you and whatever that concerns you, just be calm and move on.&lt;br /&gt;If it's really important, fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you if you think everyone else is dumber because they are different from you.&lt;br /&gt;Opinion opinion.&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion about me?&lt;br /&gt;Until then. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caitcarver.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/opinion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://caitcarver.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/opinion.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6145495243098250247?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6145495243098250247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2011/09/opinion-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6145495243098250247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6145495243098250247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2011/09/opinion-opinion.html' title='Opinion Opinion'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6790005294405357706</id><published>2010-10-16T05:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T07:05:12.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gigjam.com/letterspace/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/you__re_paranoid_by_akutou_san.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://gigjam.com/letterspace/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/you__re_paranoid_by_akutou_san.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I rarely update my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And since exam is just right there before my eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a super wrong time to update this glittery thing of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I woke up at 2 a.m (WIB) with high determination for OSOCA preparation or should I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'A-Killer-Oral-Exam-That-Is-Nauseating'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U know where I ended up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I came across to one of my loooooong farrrr relative's blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't story much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of her thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then it crossed my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the reason I didn't bother to think what to write in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is because I think too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if this aunt of mine read this or that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if my 'so-the-very-kepoh sister' catch on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which she always did kan Kak Iti??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes your posts are meant to be read by someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we hope that none of our teachers or lecturers read them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And reading back my previous posts, some of them are so not cooool to be read by those we respected or look up to or we... you get it or not? difficult la to explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But isn't that the purpose of having a blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO BE READ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nonsense la aku ni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh ye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I heard that one of my cousin's relative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Post something in her blog about her mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well. A bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rumor has it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the you-never-thought-would-read cousin found it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And people are talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe she told her friends about her mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was just her thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when one of the family read that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So not cool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this '&lt;a href="http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/beriman.html"&gt;Beriman&lt;/a&gt;' post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is totally decent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it was my thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my mother's thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I will totally (not totally la, sikit2 je) freak out if one of my uncles read that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embarrassing tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ke aku sorang je yg paranoid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. Like mother like daughter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ok.. Mak please don't read this.&amp;nbsp; You are not paranoid, you are just overprotective)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK. Jgn mengumpat mak sendiri. Bahaya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nak exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bai Bai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dah subuh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I should post something about "How to Use Your Time Wisely"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sighh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toonpool.com/user/649/files/paranoid_about_twitter_417325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.toonpool.com/user/649/files/paranoid_about_twitter_417325.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com/cartoons/382---Oct-19---25,-2008---what-people-think.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.everydaypeoplecartoons.com/cartoons/382---Oct-19---25,-2008---what-people-think.png" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6790005294405357706?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6790005294405357706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-of-blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6790005294405357706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6790005294405357706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of Blue'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-8474929287041541174</id><published>2010-08-15T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:32:36.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleh tak saya nak tegur?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baiklah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saya nak membebel sikit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenapa manusia suka melihat kelemahan &amp;amp; keburukan orang lain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan tidak mahu sedar dgn kelemahan diri sendiri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan yang paling buruk perangai, bila orang menasihati dan rasa terpukul sikit, terus menghentam penasihat dgn dosa-dosanya yang zahir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenapa mesti begitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perlu ke kalau..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ada menegur tentang kerja atau assignment anda yang tak lengkap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anda tidak dapat terima teguran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hati terasa sakit kerana tamparan teguran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Counter attack/feedback mechanism: Anda hentam kembali dengan hujah2- sesungguhnya sang penasihat juga tak sempurna. Mendedahkan aurat &amp;amp; dibenci ramai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anda rasa lapang sbb dapat attack balik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/words_can_hurt_or_heal_poster-p228715959908863101t5wm_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/words_can_hurt_or_heal_poster-p228715959908863101t5wm_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Persoalannya: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apakah natijah &amp;amp; kebaikan daripada counter attack tadi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah anda mengharapkan si penasihat ini akan berubah menutup aurat &amp;amp; disukai ramai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebenarnya ada perasaan hasad dengki di situ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contoh lain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ada menegur tentang status FB anda yg controversial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anda geram – terjadi salah faham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Defense mechanism: Anda putar belitkan fakta yang jelas &amp;amp; memutarkan kesalahan kepada si penasihat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modal: Si penasihat tidak sempurna; tidak menutup aurat &amp;amp; peribadi tidak elok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c-i-HOhW5Q/SYSG0sINvRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AMt8Imyp85Q/s1600/potcallsthekettle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c-i-HOhW5Q/SYSG0sINvRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AMt8Imyp85Q/s320/potcallsthekettle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Persoalannya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apakah niat anda bila membuka aib seseorang yang sesungguhnya sedang menasihati anda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perlukah defense mechanism itu berlaku sebenarnya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tidak bolehkan anda menjernihkan keadaan dengan tidak mengaibkan si penasihat itu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau anda begitu sempurna mengapa tidak terima sahaja teguran yang membina? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atau menjelaskan sebaik-baiknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah kerana dosa-dosa zahir si penasihat ini menyebabkan mereka tidak boleh MENEGUR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hinakah kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanya kerana dosa yang zahir kami tidak layak untuk menegur &amp;amp; menasihati?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kami menegur kerana kami PEDULI &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kami memang tidak sempurna. Sampai kiamat juga tidak akan pernah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tapi kami cuba untuk melakukan yang terbaik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kami cuba &amp;amp; jangan ingat kami tidak berfikir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tetapi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kami tidak cuba menegakkan benang yang basah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Membenarkan yang salah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Menghentam manusia &amp;amp; menghina sekeras2nya dan di akhir kata memohon maaf&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jika tersilap bicara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.markstivers.com/cartoons/Stivers%2012-30-02%20I%20never%20meant%20to%20hurt%20you.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://www.markstivers.com/cartoons/Stivers%2012-30-02%20I%20never%20meant%20to%20hurt%20you.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin nasihat yang kami berikan merupakan JALAN untuk kami menjadi lebih baik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah anda cuba menghalang JALAN kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saidina Ali R.A mengatakan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Janganlah melihat kepada siapa yang berkata, lihatlah kepada apa yang dikatakan.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secara zahirnya mungkin anda terlihat lebih baik daripada kami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tetapi ingat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada yang sempurna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Barangsiapa yang datang kepadamu dengan kebenaran maka terimalah kebenaran itu darinya, meskipun ia adalah orang yang jauh dan dibenci. Dan barangsiapa yang datang kepadamu dengan kebathilan maka tolaklah, meskipun ia adalah orang yang dicintai dan dekat.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingat juga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manusia yang berdosa mungkin juga akan menjadi manusia yang lebih baik pada hari mendatang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manusia yang soleh mungkin juga akan menjadi manusia yang berdosa di hari kemudian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Niat si penasihat menegur ikhlas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan sampai perbuatan anda yang suka ‘menang’ &amp;amp; ego tinggi itu menyebabkan lebih ramai kami-kami yang tidak sempurna &amp;amp; mereka-mereka yang lebih ‘daring’ dan berani menzahirkan dosa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;menjauhi orang2 ‘soleh’ seperti anda &amp;amp; menjauhi agama Allah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kerana takut diherdik &amp;amp; dihina &amp;amp; diaibkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bukankah kita semua adalah da'ie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mengapa perlu persoalkan dosa kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maaf juga kalau sebelum ini kami juga bersikap lantang bila ada yang menegur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Defense mechanism mungkin ada pada semua orang tapi janganlah berlebih2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doakan kami menjadi manusia yang kurang berdosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sesungguhnya orang mukmin itu bersaudara" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Memang ditujukan kepada para peng'aib' &amp;amp; bakal2 peng'aib'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akan tetapi harap post ini dapat dimanfaatkan oleh semua &amp;amp; si penulis juga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan menuding jari kepada sesiapa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's fix the damage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sailingscuttlebutt.com/blog/uploaded_images/blame_toon_wideweb__470x422,0-790618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://www.sailingscuttlebutt.com/blog/uploaded_images/blame_toon_wideweb__470x422,0-790618.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam Ramadhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-8474929287041541174?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8474929287041541174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/08/boleh-tak-saya-nak-tegur.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8474929287041541174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8474929287041541174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/08/boleh-tak-saya-nak-tegur.html' title='Boleh tak saya nak tegur?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3c-i-HOhW5Q/SYSG0sINvRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AMt8Imyp85Q/s72-c/potcallsthekettle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5477106725064925722</id><published>2010-07-26T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:56:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riak</title><content type='html'>Riak itu tak baik. Berdosa.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kita tak boleh riak?&lt;br /&gt;Sebab semua kelebihan kita adalah milik ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita riak, ianya macam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Kau action ada rumah banglo besar dabak tapi sebenarnya rumah tu jiran kau punya'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jadi tak boleh lah macam tu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelebihan yang kita ada ALLAH punya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kita pinjam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ALLAH boleh ambil balik anytime anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kalau kita kaya, mungkin esok ada team 'Leverage' swindle duit kita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kalau kita handsome, mungkin esok John Travolta (versi tak semenggah) graft muka kita dan tukar ngn muka dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kalau kita pandai, mungkin esok kita kena disease yg bole degenerate brain kita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oleh itu, mari bersyukur &amp;amp; kurangkan riak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theosophical.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/arrogant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://theosophical.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/arrogant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Adaptasi dari Offline YM Nazmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5477106725064925722?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5477106725064925722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/riak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5477106725064925722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5477106725064925722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/07/riak.html' title='Riak'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4659114894247434570</id><published>2010-06-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:33:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mak!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe. Ye. Birthday lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother!! The most important person in my life. Should be the most important person in everyone's life..&lt;br /&gt;My emak adalah seorang bekas guru.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, mak &amp;amp; abah adalah pesara kerajaan yg berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;Mak berkulit cerah. Tapi tkde pn yg ikut kulit cerah mak. Semua ikot gelap abah!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mak &amp;amp; abah dua2 renek, jd kami semua pun mcm pokok bonsai. Renek2 sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;Mak saya suka berjimat cermat. And I'm inheriting that gene.&lt;br /&gt;Mak sebut lelaki = laki-laki&lt;br /&gt;Mak sebut nombor = nombol&lt;br /&gt;Mak sebut turquoise = turquoi&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Kak mia &amp;amp; saya sgt suka usik mak dgn perkataan2 itu. Hehe. Sorry mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak juga byk memperkenalkn perkataan2 baru yg tk tahu lah wujud ke tak dlm kamus.&lt;br /&gt;contohnye; subal = kasut yg nmpk gemuk kt depan,&lt;br /&gt;kempok = orang yg muka cengkung ke dalam.&lt;br /&gt;Mak suka tengok rancangan agama. Kalau kecik2 malam jumaat mak bukak forum perdana, semua org senyap2 seludup masuk dlm bilik. Skrg pn lebih kurang je la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mak bagus. Selalu nak belajar agama.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak tk suka buang barang2 terpakai. Mak suka simpan sbb mana tau nnti2 nak guna lagi. Tp selalunya tk guna pn. Tp tkpe la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga suka ajak mak shopping. Sebab mak pn bekas juara2 shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang pasti takut bila mak dah jegilkn biji mata atau jeling2. Takut ooo!&lt;br /&gt;Perkataan paling menakutkn yg mak sebut ialah, kuang haja!.. meskipun mak ckp kt pelakon kt tv, tp kami terasa panahan itu kerana nada yg sungguh menakutkn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love asam pedas ikan sembilang mak. Nasi rawan mak. Mee mak. Ape2 la yg berkenaan ngn mak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak pn tk suka org busuk! &lt;br /&gt;Mak tk suka makan cheese, susu. Yg ala2 org putih punya mknn.&lt;br /&gt;Ape2 pun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqah sayang mak!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga mak panjang umur, sehat selalu, dpt pg haji byk2 kali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TCi8XnPVyFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6dJe1cnly6I/s1600/DSCN0918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TCi8XnPVyFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6dJe1cnly6I/s320/DSCN0918.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TCi_4FrEtSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h2L9TbC8jDk/s1600/DSC01571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TCi_4FrEtSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h2L9TbC8jDk/s320/DSC01571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4659114894247434570?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4659114894247434570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-mak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4659114894247434570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4659114894247434570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-mak.html' title='Happy Birthday Mak!!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TCi8XnPVyFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6dJe1cnly6I/s72-c/DSCN0918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7344471457940731622</id><published>2010-06-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:18:25.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kak Iti...!</title><content type='html'>Okay. So another birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My 1st big sista..Happy 29th!&lt;br /&gt;This sister of mine is very out of control.&lt;br /&gt;She rules herself.&lt;br /&gt;Tough cookie she is.&lt;br /&gt;She is the drama queen in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things that she likes to do/fond of/able to do/eager to do/has the talent:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook&lt;br /&gt;2. Multitasking &lt;br /&gt;3. Talk&lt;br /&gt;4. Drama'ing'&lt;br /&gt;5. well.. peeling off her cuticles. (you better stop that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should thank her for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Took care of me when my mom went for Haji when I was 2. And she was 10!&lt;br /&gt;2. Woke me up to go to school. (tadika). I remember you shouted, 'Iqah, wake up! Take your bath!!' Is this true, or is it just my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;3. Accompanied me to MARA interview where we both had no idea what I was interviewing for.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should thank me for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Took care of you when you broke your leg.&lt;br /&gt;2. Woke up early to go to school (primary school..where I should woke up a bit later) so that you won't be late. &lt;br /&gt;3. Took care of you during your puerperium. It wasn't that much actually. You did a lot of things on your own.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being your sister. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I like you:&lt;br /&gt;1. You are not that grumpy as Kak Mia&lt;br /&gt;2. You give me nephew &amp;amp; niece&lt;br /&gt;3. You are my sister. No choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;1. You like to do nonsense, asking things that you might found in Google right away.&lt;br /&gt;2. Call people to say something 'urgent' when it was actually far from 'urgent'. Like, 'Sapa yg belakon cite...'&lt;br /&gt;3. You like to mock my teeth when yours are not that impressive either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't drink coke. (forever)&lt;br /&gt;2. Be a good sister, child, mother, wife, businesswoman, etc..&lt;br /&gt;3. I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBzRbChwAdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_KOsJF7ZUno/s1600/DSC01521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBzRbChwAdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_KOsJF7ZUno/s320/DSC01521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7344471457940731622?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7344471457940731622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-kak-iti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7344471457940731622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7344471457940731622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-kak-iti.html' title='Happy Birthday Kak Iti...!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBzRbChwAdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_KOsJF7ZUno/s72-c/DSC01521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-9013832807998002357</id><published>2010-06-16T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:37:23.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Abah!</title><content type='html'>Hari ni 16 Jun. Birthday Abah saya.&lt;br /&gt;Maka, seperti biasa, saya tulis blog untuk birthday2 orang saja nak kasi touching.&lt;br /&gt;Pun begitu, saya berharap abah saya tak payah la baca post ni. Mcm tak perlu je.&lt;br /&gt;Abah..&lt;br /&gt;Abah suka bakar sampah. Dan nampaknya, beliau seperti enjoy duduk sebelah asap dan memerhatikan sampah dibakar. 'Abah kena jaga paru2. Lagi satu, asap pun boleh buat cataract jugak'.&lt;br /&gt;Iqah dah cakap, 'Abah ni buat pencemaran la. Tak bagus tau.'&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Abah cakap, 'Takpelah, buat pencemaran sikit untuk hapuskan pencemaran yg lebih byk (sampah)'&lt;br /&gt;Haisshhhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Abah ni suka nak menang je kalau bebual. Pasal belerang pun boleh buat debat dgn mak.&lt;br /&gt;Abah juga orangnya menjaga kesihatan dari segi pemakanan.&lt;br /&gt;Abah tak suka makan kicap sbb byk ajinomoto, abah tak mkn sate, sbb byk lemak.&lt;br /&gt;Abah suka beli makanan mcm orang putih. Makan bijirin2 sehat, yoghurt, kismis, susu.&lt;br /&gt;Abah juga tidak suka minum ais sbb ais tak bagus. Apatah lagi air gas berkarbonat. Tidak ada dalam kamus makanan Abah.&lt;br /&gt;Abah cakap, 'Cakap kat Shuhadah jangan minum coke. Tak bagus tu'. &lt;br /&gt;Abah cakap, 'Air yoghurt ni air paling sedap kat dunia'. Tapi air yoghurt tu yahudi la abah.&lt;br /&gt;Abah panggil Kak Iti 'Shuhadah' tapi bunyi mcm 'Suadah'&lt;br /&gt;Abah panggil Kak Mia 'Miha' tapi bunyi mcm 'Mehah'&lt;br /&gt;Abah kalau ketawa ada bunyi angin keluar dr mulut. Mcm bunyi kucing Salem cite Sabrina the Teenage Witch tu ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;Abah menentang bida'ah. Dulu2 macam pelik je apa yg abah buat. Tapi sekarang, yg pelik itulah kebenarannya.&lt;br /&gt;Abah juga nampaknya suka kucing. Bagi makan kucing. Bebual dgn kucing. Marah kucing yg jahat.&lt;br /&gt;Kucing2 juga nampaknya suka Abah. Kecuali kucing yang jahat.&lt;br /&gt;Abah tak berapa suka ambik gambar muka sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abah ckp, 'Hari2 dah tengok muka sendiri, kenapa nak ambik gambar lagi'..&lt;br /&gt;OK Abah. Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki, menjadi lebih baik. Go Abah Go!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kerja2 pembinaan abah di rumah berjalan lancar.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 55. Abah bagitau tadi kat tepon, abah pakai baju Yankees 55. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Abah.. Abah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBjEwlZIiXI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bzlo9Gws-Pc/s1600/DSC02158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBjEwlZIiXI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bzlo9Gws-Pc/s320/DSC02158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBjMbqkij9I/AAAAAAAAALo/UrSztNTJ_1w/s1600/DSC02134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBjMbqkij9I/AAAAAAAAALo/UrSztNTJ_1w/s320/DSC02134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abah juga suka binatang2 lain selain kucing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBllrgIXZ2I/AAAAAAAAALw/tggNoDHmq4Q/s1600/DSC00152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBllrgIXZ2I/AAAAAAAAALw/tggNoDHmq4Q/s320/DSC00152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBlqQLjY1GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/01jtt5EaA_Y/s1600/DSC01309+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBlqQLjY1GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/01jtt5EaA_Y/s320/DSC01309+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-9013832807998002357?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/9013832807998002357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-abah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/9013832807998002357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/9013832807998002357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-abah.html' title='Happy Birthday Abah!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TBjEwlZIiXI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bzlo9Gws-Pc/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5892546051262501007</id><published>2010-06-07T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:57:17.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ida, Lovely Cousin Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz4gPvlVPI/AAAAAAAAALA/dr0ubnbQA3g/s1600/DSC00530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz4gPvlVPI/AAAAAAAAALA/dr0ubnbQA3g/s320/DSC00530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above title is referred.&lt;br /&gt;Ida is my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;I practically know her my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;She's 22 this year!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Time fly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young, so young, we bathe together at her home. We covered the drain in the bathroom with something, then we flooded the bathroom with water. And then, we sprinkled detergents all over, and SPLASH! we were actually had our own bubble party together. It was awesome! I really love &amp;amp; enjoy that thing -at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played dolls together, collected mini set of tea, played in the playground. I remember that we were so looking forward to go to the sundry shop at the opposite block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I went to school in Kluang, it was kinda hard to keep in touch regularly. So we sent letters! Classic isn't it! I remembered most of your envelopes was yellow. And you wrote in that, addressing the warden not to hold back the letter, since all letters to student were read firsthand &amp;amp; censored by the wardens. You even wrote poems Ida! Your handwritings are chubby. I still kept the letters ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew up &amp;amp; old. We spent our outings in Eastpoint. Had Burger King. Played in the arcade. Went to This Fashion. Oh you had your hair permed in Kg. Melayu salon. It was kinda disaster wasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were times we spent our nights out at Clarke Quay. Bitching people as they passed by. And we went to Esplanade. It was like a tour in Singapore. Hey, I wanna do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took care of nenek when she was sick. And we came back home late night, and my mom had called Cik Munah dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful cousin Ida! Now &amp;amp; Then..&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful and joyous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz44xGzSiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/g1rNS4Bmg1s/s1600/Image_33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz44xGzSiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/g1rNS4Bmg1s/s320/Image_33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was long time ago!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz43IomI8I/AAAAAAAAALI/PQcQTcyZIEo/s1600/Ida+gambar.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz43IomI8I/AAAAAAAAALI/PQcQTcyZIEo/s320/Ida+gambar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;You painted this in Paint in my laptop, and asked me not to delete it. When we were in Port Dickson. Here it is!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Love ya lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5892546051262501007?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5892546051262501007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-ida-lovely-cousin-ever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5892546051262501007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5892546051262501007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-ida-lovely-cousin-ever.html' title='Happy Birthday Ida, Lovely Cousin Ever!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/TAz4gPvlVPI/AAAAAAAAALA/dr0ubnbQA3g/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-8472933179334992640</id><published>2010-06-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:02:17.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycott Israel: How to make people around you do the same?</title><content type='html'>Israel Laknatullah..&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there, Muslims in particular who haven't open their eyes and start do something about the Gaza, Palestine issues. Here are some ways you can do to help them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you see a friend holding a Coca-cola can, bulge your eyes, twitch your mouth and try to make a 'jijik' face the best you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When someone really close to you (like sister..hehe) demanding to have Israel products, you bulge your eyes again, say 'No' and if they insist, you can try a bit of violence (bite softly, hit mildly, pinch seriously) on them to stop them doing so. It is better to do it in public so he/she will get embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Istighfar for 3 times, and pray loudly with your eyes looking up to the sky, 'Ya Allah Ya Rabb, may you show the right path for this friend of mine, so that he will stop helping the Israels instead of the Palestinians. Israel Laknatullah'. It is best if you can try to well your eyes a bit. Make it dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When a friend is consuming or using the 'jinx' products, you hold the container, pretend that you are interested in that product, and try to make him offer you to try the products, and you should say, "Is this good? Whose product is this?" Fumble a bit and.. "Oh my god! This is Israel's! You actually using/eat this? God forgive me.. and YOU!".&lt;br /&gt;Malay version. "Ya Allah! Barang Israel ni! Kau guna/makan benda ni? Semoga Allah ampunkan aku..dan KAU!". And put that thing away far from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A friend is drinking from Starbucks cup, and you simply say, "Oh. I'm thirsty.." or "I need a drink". Then if she/he offers you the drink in his/her hand, and you should reply, "Eww.. I don't drink Israels! Gross!" or "Yucks! I'm allergic to Israel's!". Don't forget to make ogre-like face.&lt;br /&gt;Malay version. "Eyuuuww. Aku tak minum Israel! Jijik!" atau "Yekk. Aku allergic dgn Israel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey. We should prove that we can live without those Laknatullah &amp;amp; their products. Even if it costs something &amp;amp; need you to sacrifice something, we should always remember, God is always there to help us! What goes around comes around! Buy safely people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blikk.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/boycott-israell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blikk.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/boycott-israell.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-8472933179334992640?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8472933179334992640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/boycott-israel-how-to-make-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8472933179334992640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8472933179334992640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/06/boycott-israel-how-to-make-people.html' title='Boycott Israel: How to make people around you do the same?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4745542165429077222</id><published>2010-05-30T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:33:29.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHLIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Stop talking too much nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;See the good in others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Spend less time on the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Stop being lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Be consistently neat &amp;amp; tidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Slow down on shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Read more educational books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Spend more time to study than sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Spend less time to sleep than study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Travel around more - Bali, Surabaya, India, Makkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Save&amp;nbsp;more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Do less spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Update blog more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Treat people well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Nice teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Less embarrassment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Watching less motion pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pray a lot more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Do more flip charts in presentation (but not always, just more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Boycott Jewish products more consistently&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Cut down on sarcasm (but keep it in case it comes in handy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Have more respects to the teaching doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Slow down on gossiping!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Lessen daydreaming&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4745542165429077222?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4745542165429077222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4745542165429077222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4745542165429077222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/wishlist.html' title='WISHLIST'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6460849903697813662</id><published>2010-05-28T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:27:43.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beriman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked my mother, 'Mak, mak nak laki yg macam mana utk kita (kak mia &amp;amp; I)?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom answered, 'Nak yg beriman.. Kalau die jaga solat, insya allah yang lain2 boleh bentuk.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I replied, 'Habis tu kalau beriman, tapi tkde duit mcm mana?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama said, 'Takpelah, hubungan dgn Allah tu lg penting...'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BERIMAN GUY WANTED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tak bau busuk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(But not for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking, 'Bila nak ade boyfriend?'.&lt;br /&gt;And my usual lame answer, 'Takde sape nak..' (for real)&lt;br /&gt;But, penting sgt ke ada boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not planning to get married (ouch &amp;amp; itch), not before graduating.&lt;br /&gt;(Plan saja, ALLAH yg menentukan)..&lt;br /&gt;So why bother having a boyfriend that you wont marry until after a couple double triple of years ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu a'alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saya berharap Kak Mia dpt jmpa LAKI-LAKI yg beriman &amp;amp; berguna dan sila kahwin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6460849903697813662?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6460849903697813662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/beriman.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6460849903697813662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6460849903697813662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/beriman.html' title='Beriman'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7620429251361250187</id><published>2010-05-27T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:24:43.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Betty: A Blue Fighting Fish Pet</title><content type='html'>I bought Betty right before reproductive system final exam.&lt;br /&gt;Bought in PAUN. I bought 2 fighting fish actually, red &amp;amp; blue. I thought the red one was female, but when I put them together, they keep fighting. So, I assume both are female OR both are male. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, the red one went dead. Can't remember when.&lt;br /&gt;So the blue one left alone with me.&lt;br /&gt;And recently I gave her a name; 'Betty'.&lt;br /&gt;When the food that I bought along with her finished, she didn't eat other fish foods that I bought later after that.&lt;br /&gt;I fed her with mosquitoes. How? Mosquitoes come, I hit them and put them in the fish tank. (Actually not a tank, but a bekas kuih raya).&lt;br /&gt;Betty is a survivor. At nights when there weren't any mosquitoes, she didn't eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather starve than consuming the fish foods that I bought.&lt;br /&gt;(She actually did took in the food, but kehek the food after that)(betul ke kehek? bahasa kelantan ni)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she didn't eat anything for far too long that I can't imagine what keeps her alive.&lt;br /&gt;She is a fish. She is quiet. Never complains.&lt;br /&gt;She died recently at 24th May 2010. Approximate age is 1 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;What a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who have helped me took care of Betty when I was not around.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia&lt;br /&gt;Nisa&lt;br /&gt;Yana&lt;br /&gt;Elmi&lt;br /&gt;Faroh&lt;br /&gt;Wan.. (maybe Betty don't like men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss you Betty whenever I encounter mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mana pic betty ni? Aku da amik gmbr die awal2 bila rsa die mcm nk mati..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7620429251361250187?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7620429251361250187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/tribute-to-betty-blue-fighting-fish-pet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7620429251361250187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7620429251361250187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/05/tribute-to-betty-blue-fighting-fish-pet.html' title='Tribute to Betty: A Blue Fighting Fish Pet'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4099431627548196667</id><published>2010-05-03T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:57:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hey Cepat Mengumpat Saya!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking of doing something good to myself. &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing evaluation of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But sometimes we miss things that are truly obvious in front of our eyes, comes out from our own mouth and etc...&lt;br /&gt;So I need my friends, families &amp;amp; those who know me even in a single meeting.. to speak out of things that u think of me. About me. Anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;And No, this is not mengumpat as in the title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I created this form below for you guys to fill in the things about me. This will go straight to my email. So no one but me is going to read them. And I will not know who you are unless u leave a name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either negative or positive. I'm looking forward to read 'bad' things about me. After all, it wasn't that hard isn't it. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to evaluate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure for how long this 'reflection' thing is going on. But the max is a month. So, grab your chance to CONFRONT me and say things u really need to say about me. No offense.. No hard feelings..&lt;br /&gt;Please help me doing so and be honest. &lt;br /&gt;Thank You for helping me become a better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dah baca kena isi form ni eh! Jangan nak tangguh2!! Isi sekarang!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form accept-charset="UTF-8" action="http://www.emailmeform.com/fid.php?formid=688976" enctype="multipart/form-data" method="post"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#250517" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: snow; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not everyday u can spill the beans.. Do it now..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mainmsg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#250517" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: snow; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nicknames maybe..or no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="FieldData0" size="30" type="text" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: snow; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What do you think of me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;textarea cols="60" name="FieldData1" rows="10"&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: snow; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who are u to me? Schoolmate, housemate etc.. 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Long hiatus I have been.&lt;br /&gt;Cerita yang akan diceritakan ini dah lama. Tapi nk tulis jugak la sbb tk tau nk tulis ape lg. Lg pn dah lama sgt tak update mcm dah tahap melampau.&lt;br /&gt;Handphone K850i.&lt;br /&gt;Syifaa panggil die handphone robot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I bought in JB in Dec 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari yg tak disangka2, tiba2 screen minah ni blank. Mula2 blank kejap2 je. Skali tros blank tk nmpk ape2. Call bole, msg bole, amik gmbr pn bole..Tp tk nmpk ape2. Haa.. Mcm org buta lah hp ini.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, few weeks later, I sent my phone to bengkel. Di JATOS. (Jatinangor Town Square, Bandung, Indonesia). Kedai tingkat 3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kedai Pertama&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Pakcik ini muka die mcm ikhlas. Lalu setelah explain the problems and everything, die ckp LCD rosak. Harga: Rp 250,000(RM 80+).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari berlalu.. HP saya dah tak buta! I asked for my 'late' LCD from him. Lalu bawa pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dgn excited, main2 hp. Tiba2 blank semula. Maka, geram.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bawa pulang semula ke kdai pakcik muka mcm ikhlas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Die nk tuka LCD baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari berlalu lagi.. I went back to the store and pkcik muka tak brapa nk ikhlas tu kata tkle nak baikkan my HP. He gave back my money but my phone was in a bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;Die pasang tak betul, Ada gap in between the casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kedai Kedua&lt;/b&gt; (nama die Hapehade):&lt;br /&gt;I told the story all over again. He said the same thing, LCD prob. But this time, they don't know the price of the LCD. So, since he had disassembled my HP and everything, he said that they will inform me later the price.&amp;nbsp; And wait for my confirmation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari berlalu. No information! Lalu, geram lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the store. The lady of the shop was there. I asked about the LCD &amp;amp; bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Baru lah die terkedek2 nak call he-who-know-the-price right away.&lt;br /&gt;She said, Rp 350,000. OK lg mahal dr kedai before. Lg pn dah plan nk tuka kat msia jela. So I decided to take back my buta phone. But the man yg buat keje2 gode2 hp tu takde. Tk dtg lg, so I said I will come back tomorrow to take my phone. LCD nya jangan diganti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi die degil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari kemudian, HP itu telah bercahaya semula. Lalu, geram. Kan aku dah kata jgn tuka. Aku ckp bahasa Indonesia kot. Bukan ckp melayu! Heshhh.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, mintak org kedai tuka blik LCD kpd yg lama. Bialah die buta, asal tk tertipu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi die pulak mintak Rp100,000 as a service charge. Macam apeeee!!! Marah ni. OK lah. Fine. Memandangkan dah 'tertuka' LCD tu, I am willing to pay. Deduction to Rp300,000.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bila dibelek2 HP bercahaya itu, ada sesuatu luar biasa. Bukak tmpt battery, wah mcm lain je. Ini bukan HP saya. Instinct seorang tuan HP saya kuat mengatakan.&lt;br /&gt;Bila ditanya2, diorg ckp, Ya, Ini HP nya. Yeye je kau ni.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu I said, duit tak cukup esok lah amik. Sebenarnya nak gi call mak tanya no siri HP tu kat kotak. Kotak HP ade kat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu beberapa hari kemudian, I came back to the store.&lt;br /&gt;Checked the HP. Tgk phone book, nama Indonesia. Sent msgs, wahhh ade 12 msg bahasa sunda. When I asked them, they said they purposely sent msgs to TEST the phone! Test smpai 12 mbak???&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Dicoba2 serial nya.. Nah beda tu.. Padan muka kau.&lt;br /&gt;(Flashback: masa mula2 hantar hp tu, ade lg satu hp k850i kat kedai tu)&lt;br /&gt;Haa. Die ckp HP yg lagi satu tu belongs to someone kerja kat JATOS tu jugak.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, die pn pergi lah mendapatkan lelaki berHP k850i itu.&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minit yg lama... (mcm ade konspirasi je)&lt;br /&gt;Baru lah HP yg sebenar smpai.&lt;br /&gt;TAPI. &lt;br /&gt;HP aku telah bercahaya tetapi bila nak amik gmbr, LCD jd blank. Wuuwuuwuuu&lt;br /&gt;Camera half-damaged. Lighting kat LCD area tgh2 mcm gelap sikit.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't let the phone stay a minute longer with those manipulative strangers. So, I took back my half-cacat phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi. Janganlah hantar repair HP anda sembarangan. Kerana mereka ini kadang2, nk buka tmpt battery pn tak tahu. Main tibai je nk buat mcm mana.&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.accessories2you.net/newshop/shopimages/products/thumbnails/k850i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.accessories2you.net/newshop/shopimages/products/thumbnails/k850i.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tapi. Lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4809133706016636628?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4809133706016636628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-buta-k850i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4809133706016636628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4809133706016636628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-buta-k850i.html' title='My buta K850i'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-8931210523841875897</id><published>2010-01-10T07:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:53:57.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Amal &amp; Pejal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)ADAKAH ANDA RASA ANDA HOT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot (marah) - sikit2. bila kemal nk bgn subuh ni..haishhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hot (panas) - zero. sejuk. rebut2 comforter ngn yana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hot (attractive) - tak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)UPLOAD fav pic ANDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0kH0jQzF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/w6KnPLSsEiU/s1600-h/DSC01526ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0kH0jQzF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/w6KnPLSsEiU/s320/DSC01526ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)CERITA PASAL GAMBAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukanlah fav sgt pn. in the pic: my 1st big sis. hari raya 2nd. on d way to spore. dlm keta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)BILA TERAKHIR KALI MAKAN PIZZA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #bf9000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tk hengat. dah lama dah. order papa ron 2 kt rumah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)LAGU TERAKHIR ANDA DENGAR???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empire State of Mind - Jay-Z ft. Alicia Keys. Da tido. Ingatkn alarm clock. Rupanya lagu kt laptop. Cehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)APA YANG ANDA BUAT SELAIN MENYELESAIKAN TAG INI???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu nisah abis mndi. Mandi laju2 nisah. Nnti air abis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)SELAIN NAMA SENDIRI ANDA DIPANGGIL NAMA APA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sheqa (kawan2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- iqah (kaum keluarga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- sheq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- mama cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- qoka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- shake your bon2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- gemok (kak mia) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)TAG LAGI 8 ORANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1- MALnutrition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2- Captain Anjang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3- Faroh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4- Epin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5- Yaya Umardani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6- Yana&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7- Nisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8- Anip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Tk kesah la ade blog ke tak. Buat jela bnda ni atas ketas pn tkpe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)SIAPAKAH ORANG NO.1 KEPADA ANDA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mcm kawan baik aku. Hahaha. Sbb pegi skola sama2. Aku jerit nama die, die jerit nama aku. Aku kutuk dia, dia kutuk aku. Baik ke tu? Die tk suka kua2 sosial mcm yana. Yana sosial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #741b47;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)KATA SESUATU MENGENAI ORANG NO.5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yaya dalink. Nti blik JB kite foya2 lagi ok.. Bole beli baju kat reject shop RM3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11)NO.3 ADA HUBUNGAN DENGAN SIAPA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan laptop. Dengan topek. Ok tak?? Hehehe. Ada bantahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12)BAGAIMANA PULA DENGAN ORANG NO.4???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dengan miera. (bknla mira marsidek). syg betul die kt cikgu miera ni. yelah. semoga kawin &amp;amp; forever &amp;amp; dpt anak cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;13)PESANAN KEPADA ORANG NO.6..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana jgn mandi lmbt. Nnti aku gtau daddy kau. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yana jgn suka diam. Nnti aku rasa nk marah kau.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yana. Aku suka kari kau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14)KATA-KATA CINTA UNTUK NO.2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Captain.. I just want to say... I love you. But..We can't be together. We just can't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15)ADAKAH NO.7 DAN N0.8 MEMPUNYAI PERSAMAAN???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nisah &amp;amp; Anip??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Nama start ngn H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;..Da 5minit aku pkir persamaan diorg ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Menurut sumber yg bole dipercayai, dua2 suka dgr lagu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;..Ah. Fed-up la aku nk pikir lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16)BERIKAN 5 YANG ANDA TAHU ORANG YANG MEN'TAG' ANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;AMALMATER&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Ayah dia masa muda2 dlm gmbr hensem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Selalu pakai selendang. Penah buat tutorial pakai selendang kt uma kn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Org admin suka cari amal. Amal selalu bwk brita gmbira bila kelas tkde.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Amal = Buku photocopy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Amal suka kawan ngn sume org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;PEJAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Dr sumber yg pasti, pejal mandi lama &amp;amp; mcm air terjun. bedebush..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Kalau gi umah 75, even pejal bilik plg depan, die salu tk dgr kalau aku bg salam. Sakit hati aku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Pejal suka sosial. Ngn zub, ngn wan, ngn nua. Ape nak jadi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Pejal dari dulu smpai skrg nk bg tazkirah kamis mlm jumaat. Tp tk ter'bagi' pun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Pejal malas main bola. Tapi bgus jd penunggu gol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17)PERSAMAAN KAMBING DENGAN LEMBU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I eat them. Sedapnya ari tu mimpi mkn sup jukebox. wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18)PERASAAN BUAT TAG NI???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus jugak la. Tag ini memaksa kita mengimbas kembali memori &amp;amp; mengaktifkan hippocampus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19)ADAKAH ANDA TAHU SI RAZMAN ITU SENGAL???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this razman? Aku nk tuka razman kepada suhaimi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Who is suhaimi???&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;20)GAY or LESS???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soalan ni less ke les? Soalan tk berkualiti. I like girlss! But i'll take a man as a partner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-8931210523841875897?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8931210523841875897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/tagged-by-amal-pejal.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8931210523841875897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8931210523841875897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/tagged-by-amal-pejal.html' title='Tagged by Amal &amp; Pejal'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0kH0jQzF1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/w6KnPLSsEiU/s72-c/DSC01526ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6034574051374927969</id><published>2010-01-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:16:41.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dearie Ammer</title><content type='html'>Another family member's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, he won't be able to read the post.&lt;br /&gt;Not until he reaches...at least 5 or 6 years old maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And that's gonna take 2-3 years.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know whether this blog is available at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HE is my beloved one and only (for now) nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ea9999; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIM AMMERULLAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just 3. How boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0hwLj9zX3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/-noea10tYrk/s1600-h/ammer+cukur+jambul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0hwLj9zX3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/-noea10tYrk/s320/ammer+cukur+jambul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammer my nephew who always kinda confused between me &amp;amp; my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Who often smells air liur basi or air tuak as my dad would call it.&lt;br /&gt;You are sort of cute when you were speechless (meaning: belum tau ckp lg).&lt;br /&gt;Now.. yeah. You look like US. The Abdullah's..You are adorable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0hv4sg6TdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h1M2LHlb7RY/s1600-h/1_340396862l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0hv4sg6TdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/h1M2LHlb7RY/s320/1_340396862l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But no matter what, I will always love you, darling.&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat stubborn enough. Just like your mother. I won't blame you. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Well dear, with you born, you brought quite a happiness &amp;amp; brightness &amp;amp; light and anything shiny.&lt;br /&gt;But you gonna have to share the limelight with your sister, Aleeyah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Who don't bother anything else other than breastfeed. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Not much of a competition there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will bring you to 'atas'. As you always want &amp;amp; keep repeating as you saw my face.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing you noticed from RM 10 note. What an eye you have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;(atas = aeroplane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That's it. Don't write long because you don't bother to read.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even bother to talk to me over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan utk ammer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't be afraid of cats. Because that is so pondan. &lt;br /&gt;2. Don't cry. U look ugly when u are crying&lt;br /&gt;3. Behave. Stubborn &amp;amp; naughty is not cool anymore.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't give your mother any hard time. She is my sister okayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Cu sayang ammer. Ammer sayang cu tak?&lt;br /&gt;Miss u darl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0iBINKT_WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aDK2q2XbKYo/s1600-h/DSC01519ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0iBINKT_WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aDK2q2XbKYo/s320/DSC01519ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6034574051374927969?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6034574051374927969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-dearie-ammer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6034574051374927969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6034574051374927969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-dearie-ammer.html' title='Happy Birthday Dearie Ammer'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0hwLj9zX3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/-noea10tYrk/s72-c/ammer+cukur+jambul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-2694577570458778081</id><published>2010-01-07T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:58:27.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What good does reading the Quran do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: #741b47;"&gt;"What good does reading the Qur'an do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wmazmi.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/quranlarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://wmazmi.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/quranlarge.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Ta ke this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!" "So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be Changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noorehidayat.org/index.php?p=earticles&amp;amp;id=13"&gt;http://www.noorehidayat.org/index.php?p=earticles&amp;amp;id=13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-2694577570458778081?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2694577570458778081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-good-does-reading-quran-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2694577570458778081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2694577570458778081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-good-does-reading-quran-do.html' title='What good does reading the Quran do?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-3582038754735420878</id><published>2010-01-06T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:20:02.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolong beli tudung saya - [SOLD OUT to tety]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0SXFogLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NYwvQvQq9qI/s1600-h/Image68.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0SXFogLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NYwvQvQq9qI/s320/Image68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0O1zthtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C3sksZDVzEc/s1600-h/Image67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0O1zthtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/C3sksZDVzEc/s320/Image67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0IOmiIYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AufHDu0jA0Q/s1600-h/Image70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0IOmiIYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AufHDu0jA0Q/s320/Image70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0Rz_x-nnrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xCC4W8lC48A/s1600-h/Image69_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0Rz_x-nnrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xCC4W8lC48A/s320/Image69_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0MtCuyjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XBPdEPyn32Q/s1600-h/Image66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0MtCuyjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XBPdEPyn32Q/s320/Image66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;oh. ini bukanlah blogshop. tapi kakak saya telah TERSALAH beli tudung utk saya. I asked for a royal blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R6k__yu7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Vbgs4Nohxbk/s1600-h/49008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R6k__yu7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Vbgs4Nohxbk/s320/49008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ROYAL BLUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Warna yg kt atas tu dah ada dah beli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Kepada sesiapa rakan2 UNPAD Jatinangor yg nk beli tdg ni, sila lah.&amp;nbsp; Yg kt msia tk pyh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TUDUNG&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;Tudung mcm arianni (mcm je) yg aku salu pakai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;HARGA&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"&gt;RM 20.00/ Rp 60,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;PERNAH PAKAI KE TAK&lt;/b&gt;: Pernah utk amik gmbar jela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;JENIS KAIN&lt;/b&gt;: tak tau. tapi kain best ala2 arianni sikit. polyester kot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;SIZE&lt;/b&gt;: M . Labuh tutup dada okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;ASAL&lt;/b&gt;: Import dari Shah Alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;BAU&lt;/b&gt;: Bau kedai lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak boleh lah comment, msg, facebook, ym, skype, cuit bahu, panggil nama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:eeqah89@yahoo.com"&gt;eeqah89@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PESANAN&lt;/b&gt;: Tolonglah beli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-3582038754735420878?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3582038754735420878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/tolong-beli-tudung-saya.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3582038754735420878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3582038754735420878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/tolong-beli-tudung-saya.html' title='Tolong beli tudung saya - [SOLD OUT to tety]'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0R0SXFogLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NYwvQvQq9qI/s72-c/Image68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6158509487422350849</id><published>2010-01-05T07:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:28:24.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 LITTLE things that make me happyy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Bila ada 'uang pas' nak byr duit angkot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.skynet.be/ipac201/pictures/IndonesiaPNew-1000Rupiah-2000_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://users.skynet.be/ipac201/pictures/IndonesiaPNew-1000Rupiah-2000_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Bila amal masuk lecture hall &amp;amp; ckp.. kelas takde!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Bila doctor kata..'you can go back'..= kelas habis..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. When I wake up in the morning, and it's Saturday..! Holidayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Bila dpt pukul nyamuk..&amp;amp; bg makan kat ikan laga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. When the plant I planted seems to grow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J3ZICWYTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H-zY7yfZ0CQ/s1600-h/DSC02057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J3ZICWYTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H-zY7yfZ0CQ/s320/DSC02057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Bila da dapat jumpa LI kat dlm buku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Bila ada org comment kat blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J1XAlSp1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fbSyBFd1poA/s1600-h/Untitled+picture.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J1XAlSp1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fbSyBFd1poA/s640/Untitled+picture.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Bila dah mandi pagi.. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Bila diselubungi comforter yg enak pada hari yang sejuk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J5A_gxuPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g5G7k1hwcTg/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J5A_gxuPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g5G7k1hwcTg/s320/DSC02059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6158509487422350849?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6158509487422350849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-little-things-that-makes-me-happyy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6158509487422350849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6158509487422350849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-little-things-that-makes-me-happyy.html' title='10 LITTLE things that make me happyy..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S0J3ZICWYTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/H-zY7yfZ0CQ/s72-c/DSC02057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1956986700379035657</id><published>2010-01-01T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:11:54.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Broke Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planestupid.com/files/images/break-up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://www.planestupid.com/files/images/break-up.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I just broke up, I was so angry with my ex that I posted a bulletin on Friendster, cursing him here &amp;amp; there. Looking back, it was a seriously stupid thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to my sister, Kak Iti, she called me and asked me what had happened, and what's with the bulletin..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And she said one thing that I remember until now.. which I took as an advice..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apsal mcm gelabah sangat?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woohooo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That did pushed the button.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I deleted the bulletin of course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now that I can see, it was humiliating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Having people to know what I was angry about, and telling other friends &amp;amp; strangers about personal things that they may not need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is not always sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is full of surprises.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once you get to the sour part of it, be strong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep moving forward. (Mcm dlm movie meet the robinsons!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because life is NOT only about love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And please stop cherishing love (to human being) as the most important thing in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live your life to the fullest darlsss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So bila break up. Jgn la gelabah sgt ok. Relax &amp;amp; tenang2 aje.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remind me of myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;Happy new year everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote from Ustaz Zahazan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #351c75;"&gt;'Allah tak suka org menceritakn maksiat yg die pernah buat. Memadailah dgn bertaubat.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1956986700379035657?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1956986700379035657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-broke-up.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1956986700379035657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1956986700379035657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-broke-up.html' title='When I Broke Up'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1683516477885305777</id><published>2009-12-31T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:17:38.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT soft of speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;O ye wives of the Prophet! Ye are not like any other women. If ye keep your duty (to Allah), then be &lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"&gt;not soft of speech&lt;/span&gt;, lest he in whose heart is a disease aspire (to you), but utter customary speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="fon0" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(33:32) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Kepada sesiapa girls out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Especially those who are lemah lembut, budi bahasa, sopan santun. Pakej baik buat vini.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Watch your speech as you speak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;In other words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Stop menggedik with your voice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Speak normally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Ini Allah suruh okayy..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Tapi tk payah la ckp mcm nak marah atau jerit2. tenang ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Janganla plak ckp 'the gedik voice' is your normality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Crapppp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;Sila berlatih dialog di bawah dengan nada gedik. Supaya u know how &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nauseated&lt;/span&gt; it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;'alaaaaaaa.. kenapa macam tu..apa salah aku..(muka konon2 cebik comel)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;'pejaaal..!!..aku nak jugak..kenapa dia dpt eskrem aku tk dpt..(soryla pejal guna nama kau, bru dgr kau buat bising kat luar td.hee..)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;'ala..ala..ala..da koyak da..ganti balik..ganti balik..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;ok. penat pikir dialog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.math.psu.edu/dmh/Joanna/speak-jan06-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.math.psu.edu/dmh/Joanna/speak-jan06-small.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fon0" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon32" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan32"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;remind me of myself.~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1683516477885305777?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1683516477885305777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-soft-of-speech.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1683516477885305777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1683516477885305777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-soft-of-speech.html' title='NOT soft of speech'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5663199513954214838</id><published>2009-12-31T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:18:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello people. In this very breezy morning, I want to write some thoughts of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jagalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jangan Jangan Jangan Biarkan Kotori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jagalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Jangan Kau Kotori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jagalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Lentera Hidup Ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jagalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Jangan Kau Nodai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jagalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Cahaya Illahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Kian Bersih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Pikiran Pun Kian Jernih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Semangat Hidup Kan Gigih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Prestasi Mudah Diraih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Namun Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Busuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Pikiran Jahat Merasuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ahlak Kian Terpuruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jadi Mahluk Terkutuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Kian Suci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Tak Ada Yang Tersakiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Pribadi Menawan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Ciri Mukmin Sejati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Namun Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Keruh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Batin Selalu Gemuruh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Seakan Dikejar Musuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Dengan Allah Kian Jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Kian Lapang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hidup Sempit Tetap Senang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Walau Kesulitan Datang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Dihadapi Dengan Tenang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Tapi Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; Sempit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Segalanya Makin Rumit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Seakan Hidup Terhimpit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Lahir Batin Terasa Sakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;About HEART...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.webmd.com/healthy-children/uploaded_images/parkerxmas6-%282%29-775578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blogs.webmd.com/healthy-children/uploaded_images/parkerxmas6-%282%29-775578.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The above writings are lyrics of a song 'jagalah hati'. When I was a kid, I used to listen to this song from Indonesia TV channel. It is a nice song, simple but yet has a deep meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;People say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia budak alim-alim gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia budak skola agama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia pandai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia gorgeous!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;TAPI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hati dia busuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Org banyak tak suka dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mulut dia mcm longkang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;CONCLUSION: Alah. Kalau setakat pandai, tahu agama, tapi hati busuk buat apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;BUT when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;People say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia bukan budak baik sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Semayang tk cukup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia suka party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pakai sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;TAPI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hati dia baik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Die suka tolong orang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Org suka kwn ngn die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Die friendly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;CONCLUSION: Biarlah die buat ape yang dia suka, asal die tk kacau org, die baik ngn org..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.webmd.com/healthy-children/uploaded_images/parkerxmas6-%282%29-775578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;RESULTS: Misinterpretation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well. This is happening around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's more like a trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;'Biar la mulut aku jahat, asal hati aku baik' - Mana kau tau hati kau baik??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We cannot judge people based on the outside nor on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We don't judge at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Look for both of them. INSIDE &amp;amp; OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Because both of them are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Doesn't mean, when you are liked by many people, and have many friends, you have a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And vice versa, when you think you are 'perfect', you follow the rules of life, doesn't mean you have the immunity in the afterlife.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Watch out dearies. God is watching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Take care of your MOUTH. Speak with your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Take care of your EYES. See with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Take care of your HEART. Because it represents who YOU are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Take care of yourself.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon69"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan69"&gt;And thy Lord knows all that their hearts conceal and all that they reveal (28:69)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon110"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan110"&gt;It is He Who knows what is open in speech and what ye hide (in your hearts) (21:110)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span id="fon0"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan0"&gt;&lt;span id="fon69"&gt;&lt;span id="mspan69"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5663199513954214838?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5663199513954214838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5663199513954214838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5663199513954214838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5717279316797007211</id><published>2009-12-25T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:47:27.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BigDay Sister..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Kak Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. my beloved sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't care if you find this post lame. It's my blog, suka hati iqah la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I HATE her..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;9. Grumpy when it comes to sleep. Either she is about to sleep OR about to wake up from sleep..Stay away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;10. Obsessed with work. Don't even make time to send me off to airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;88. Always buy nice things on sales &amp;amp; discounts..and forgot about me. The only adorable little sister she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;43. She rarely ever give me pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Load up pictures of us, in which she looks 'gorgeous' &amp;amp; my look..totally out of question.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I LOVE her..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;17. She is my sister. It is a must to love your family. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;82. She always gave me her stuffs. Unwanted ones usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;03. She is scarily funny at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;34. She always gave me a lift home when I went to JB town. (Because her office is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;95. She tells me things, which makes me feel important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;61. She is a good girl. But can be irritating sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About me &amp;amp; my sister.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;. I know we love each other. Because who else we gonna love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;. We play tengok-jeling after prayers &amp;amp; other occasions. Which she tries to hate because she said she is a grown up. Duhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;. She hates my singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Four&lt;/span&gt;. We go shopping (or window shopping) &amp;amp; hang out together when we have no one else to find. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoy your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Boys are plain lame. No worry about them.&lt;br /&gt;Love me &amp;amp; the whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzSeccbWqdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Ky-zvC4Fnw/s1600-h/DSC01544ed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzSeccbWqdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Ky-zvC4Fnw/s320/DSC01544ed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzShdG8dymI/AAAAAAAAAII/cxZVIizaRXk/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzShdG8dymI/AAAAAAAAAII/cxZVIizaRXk/s320/DSC01492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5717279316797007211?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5717279316797007211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-bigday-sister.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5717279316797007211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5717279316797007211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-bigday-sister.html' title='Happy BigDay Sister..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzSeccbWqdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Ky-zvC4Fnw/s72-c/DSC01544ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1703717061094288391</id><published>2009-12-22T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:16:48.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Still Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzCM_kde9AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i2juLypn3uA/s1600-h/247647165132l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzCM_kde9AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i2juLypn3uA/s400/247647165132l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Darjah 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;When I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. I cried when my mother just came back from Mekah in 1992. Because I thought, mommy was about to fly to Mekah, not flew back. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. I peed in my pants, when I was 3 years old in a rental car in Langkawi..with my father permission. He was engrossed with monkey-picture-taking..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When I just learned to read, I read the newspaper headline and shouted to my mother.."Mak!! Rogol tu ape??"..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When in primary school..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. I hated school, and cried and begged not to go to school. I was scared with a teacher named Ustaz Nizam. I stopped crying when he quits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Once, when I was Primary 4 kot, I vomited at one end of a classroom on my way to the toilet. I left the vomitus, made my way to the toilet, and ACT like it was not my own vomit. Disgusting!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. My sister &amp;amp; my father, when they picked me up after school, told me I smelled like an 'egg'. Which is yuckss! but I was just a kid who schooled from 8 to 4 with lots of running, jumping &amp;amp; playing..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. I always love playing buaya-buaya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. On fridays, when the boys went for solat Jumaat, we sometimes played kawin-kawin, in which we used telekung as a veil. huhu. and girls as bride &amp;amp; groom. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. I wrote a pantun, as a 'keceriaan' kelas which says something about pursuing to a 'universitas'(in desperation to rhyme the pantun with S-end).Now, i really end up in a universitas in indonesia. duhh..thanks to the pantun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. I always think I will not live long. I think I will die before I reach 20. Now, tadaa!!. I'm turning 21 soon. Thanks to God. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1703717061094288391?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1703717061094288391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-things-i-still-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1703717061094288391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1703717061094288391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-things-i-still-remember.html' title='10 Things I Still Remember'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SzCM_kde9AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i2juLypn3uA/s72-c/247647165132l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-2924408769066165348</id><published>2009-12-15T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:04:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/030507/change-yourself-back-smart-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/030507/change-yourself-back-smart-guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post should actually been posted on January. &lt;br /&gt;But I kept them in draft, and forgot about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird how people change in a second. &lt;br /&gt;Last week you see her all nice to you, and the next thing, she is your biggest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;You thought you know someone with all your heart, but then, truth reveals and that someone is a complete stranger after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes people change actually? &lt;br /&gt;What makes you change about something? &lt;br /&gt;What makes you change your friendster layout? (This was January ok. FB is not that famous at that time)&lt;br /&gt;What makes you change your food choices?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you change your religion?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you change your shoes?&lt;br /&gt;Bla..Bla..Bla..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are so vulnerable to change that he or she never realize the outcomes of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware! Change is not always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, better aim for something better. &lt;br /&gt;Change to become a better one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SybjZdDaxRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Y_8Zv7kToio/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SybjZdDaxRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Y_8Zv7kToio/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415265628394800402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-2924408769066165348?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2924408769066165348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2924408769066165348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2924408769066165348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SybjZdDaxRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Y_8Zv7kToio/s72-c/untitled2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-626953600483438254</id><published>2009-12-14T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:43:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. Malam Ini Dalam Sejarah</title><content type='html'>Haa. &lt;br /&gt;Org sume sibuk soh aku update blog.(famous kan aku?) &lt;br /&gt;Padahal byk lg blog korg bole bca.&lt;br /&gt;Org sume buat blog dok cite pasal kegiatan seharian.&lt;br /&gt;Aku malas la nk cite bnda2 mcm tu. sbb hari2 aku sama je.&lt;br /&gt;Tp tkpe la. utk penuhkan blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik lmbt, pg main violin ngn MMS.(bukan main, memain2kan)&lt;br /&gt;da mgrib bru blik. buka puasa dlm angkut minum minute maid: pulpy orange.&lt;br /&gt;balik uma laju2 solat, makan, solat.&lt;br /&gt;opss. lupa nak mandi. &lt;br /&gt;bkn lupa, tp malas+ sejuk+ air terhad+ org-kata-kalau-mandi-lepas-makan-nanti-perot-boncet..&lt;br /&gt;tk kesah la tu. &lt;br /&gt;pastu niat yg tinggi nk tido.&lt;br /&gt;tp jaa soh online, nak bebual pasal jakarta punye hal.&lt;br /&gt;bukak laptop.&lt;br /&gt;bukak email.&lt;br /&gt;baju yg aku order online, will be delivered esok ke rumah(JB yeh). excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZhtle0mxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d4tamiK7Wv4/s1600-h/Untitled+picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZhtle0mxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d4tamiK7Wv4/s320/Untitled+picture.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123037742996242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, hari ni byk nyamuk. Jadi berparty sakan la ikan laga aku nan satu tu makan nyamuk. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi...Banyak sgt pulak nyamuk!! Smlm tkde lgsg!&lt;br /&gt;Aku bgn dr meja paun ni ade la dlm 6-7 kali dok tabur nyamuk dlm bekas ikan tu.&lt;br /&gt;Dlm antara aku bangun-duduk-bangun ni, ade la satu part aku tekejot tgk ade bnda gerak dlm cermin. rupanya diri sdiri. cess.. &lt;br /&gt;Last aku kumpulkn dulu nyamuk2 ni kt tepi laptop, bru anta kt ikan. save energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu tgk plak blogshop2 yg wujud kt internet ni. &lt;br /&gt;hoh. tetiba nk tgk boots(bkn boots phua chu kang). tp byk kua shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Aku da tangkap cintan ngn kasot masot ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZlOqmu7EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1un5YVoE9mA/s1600-h/2057_80212041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZlOqmu7EI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1un5YVoE9mA/s320/2057_80212041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415126904588921922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZlhHogmEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BMEWmtPOjVU/s1600-h/2058_15491401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZlhHogmEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BMEWmtPOjVU/s320/2058_15491401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415127221618645058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp tkkan la aku yg dok kat bumi jatinangor ni, nak pakai kasot mcm ni.&lt;br /&gt;Dah la dok uma naik turun bukit. Naik turun angkutan kota. Naik bukit fk. Kalau lmbt kena lalu shortcut sikit lalu kat tanah.&lt;br /&gt;Dah nnti heels kasut aku jadi penggembur tanah. &lt;br /&gt;Jadi lupakanlah utk waktu ni. Belilah utk hari raya ke. &lt;br /&gt;Jadi, marilah stick to crocs pink getah yg tkde heels langsung tu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ourlittlesmarties.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lilyljplaid_10578_pair_67t-200x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://ourlittlesmarties.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lilyljplaid_10578_pair_67t-200x200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 dgr bunyi ade bnda ketok2..huuu...&lt;br /&gt;tgk atas siling, ade cicak tgh semangat gigit serangga ape tah.&lt;br /&gt;pastu bunyi ketok2 tu pasal serangga tu meronta2 la.&lt;br /&gt;tetiba jatuh plak serangga tu atas tilam aku.. sayap die putus jatuh atas meja. kesian.. serangga tu akhirnya mati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa. best tak blog aku?&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita review..&lt;br /&gt;Bercerita tntg:&lt;br /&gt;1. Aku tk mandi. &lt;br /&gt;2. Bangkai Nyamuk&lt;br /&gt;3. Kasut &amp; Tanah&lt;br /&gt;4. Bangkai serangga tercabut sayap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tulus, suci &amp; murni dari hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..nyamuk masih berkeliaran di sini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-626953600483438254?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/626953600483438254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-malam-ini-dalam-sejarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/626953600483438254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/626953600483438254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-malam-ini-dalam-sejarah.html' title='Oh. Malam Ini Dalam Sejarah'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SyZhtle0mxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/d4tamiK7Wv4/s72-c/Untitled+picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5618162896604879023</id><published>2009-12-09T07:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:17:07.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Your Visit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/Sx7rsFP7FhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LA5XMk-9gDI/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/Sx7rsFP7FhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LA5XMk-9gDI/s320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413022944701650450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long..&lt;br /&gt;visitors to my blog reached 1000. ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;org lain tk payah tunggu, esok lusa dah seribu.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, half of it, was my own visits to my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;tak tolak traffics from nigeria, german...? duhh.. &lt;br /&gt;visitors/guests bring lights &amp; 'berkat' to your home.. &lt;br /&gt;so, marilah datang to my blog, even though there's no updates. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;boring lah. &lt;br /&gt;if u have any 'recommendation' of what to do next to my 'abandoned' blog, or what I should really write or good at writing, &lt;br /&gt;silalah comment/shout-at-the-box/sms/call/fb/ms/email/ym/skype me. anything that can reaches me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happy december everyone!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--thanks for coming!!--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5618162896604879023?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5618162896604879023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-for-your-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5618162896604879023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5618162896604879023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-for-your-visit.html' title='Thank You For Your Visit..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/Sx7rsFP7FhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LA5XMk-9gDI/s72-c/untitled1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1432351258717273764</id><published>2009-12-08T06:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:59:03.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me &amp; Taik Hidung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://prophetrejectors.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/28-day-embryo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 283px;" src="http://prophetrejectors.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/28-day-embryo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading The Developing Human by Moore. And came across a fun fact. &lt;br /&gt;When we, the human, were about the age of 25 days, our size was 2.5-4.5 mm. &lt;br /&gt;The size of taik hidung if you want to compare. &lt;br /&gt;I was born weighing 4kg. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.. Is it possible to collect 4kg of your taik hidung in 9 months?&lt;br /&gt;I think you need to be a 'vacuum cleaner' if it is even possible. &lt;br /&gt;God is great kann??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1432351258717273764?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1432351258717273764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-me-taik-hidung.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1432351258717273764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1432351258717273764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-me-taik-hidung.html' title='You, Me &amp; Taik Hidung'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7831678358277103521</id><published>2009-11-29T20:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:59:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMAKJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://smakj.net/images/photoalbum/2002_2006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 70px;" src="http://smakj.net/images/photoalbum/2002_2006.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ex-student smakj. &lt;br /&gt;I am an ex-student of smakj. (lagi mau translate..)&lt;br /&gt;SMAKJ: Sek. Men. Agama Kerajaan Johor (2002-2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekolah ini bukanlah sekolah handalan yg famous gila. &lt;br /&gt;but known well enough by Johoreans who schools in SMAs. &lt;br /&gt;throughout my school year in SMAKJ, of course, there was sweets &amp; bitters everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;the school is good, adequate, and well-supplied with good teachers.&lt;br /&gt;what i mean by adequate is, its wholesome; dunya wal akhirah. &lt;br /&gt;the product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across to few blogs, myspace, facebook accounts of ex-smakjs. &lt;br /&gt;the conclusion i get: although we sat in a same class, listened to the very same teachers, get dressed with the same school uniforms, and been taught the same lessons&lt;br /&gt;---all that was just ain't enough to make 2 people alike.&lt;br /&gt;i learned that; never judge someone from where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;indeed, never judge anyone at all~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people:&lt;br /&gt;"jangan anta anak kau gi skola tu, skola tu terok. prangai bdk2 semua buruk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. jangan. just because a person u know has failed to show great manners of a definite community, u can't simply judge. don't change from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; person to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some smakjians are well-accomplished. blogs full of remarkable thoughts. ingatkan ustaz, ustazah mana. rupanya kawan aku sebelah almari. proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post ini takde kena mengena sgt pn dgn smakj.&lt;br /&gt;saje buat sbb nnti kalau ade org google 'SMAKJ', keluarla blog ni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 'very sad' when people who know more about faith &amp; religion, left them all..&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of the world. &lt;br /&gt;for the sake of love. &lt;br /&gt;for the sake of other people. &lt;br /&gt;for the sake of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of desire &amp; satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;people do make mistakes, but don't go 'that' far. &lt;br /&gt;far enough to ruin a 'well-baked' cake. (you are the cake)&lt;br /&gt;god knows what 'far' is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;remind me of myself&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aku rasa 15th gent paling tk glamour dalam dunia internet ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7831678358277103521?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7831678358277103521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/11/smakj.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7831678358277103521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7831678358277103521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/11/smakj.html' title='SMAKJ'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7936125893634557895</id><published>2009-11-01T07:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:42:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamu Belajar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/81504923.jpg?v=1&amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;d=55ACEB639FE0130BC2043284EC7C57B64EAA7D0748BB3AB84D4AABB94E7D67B1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 364px;" src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/81504923.jpg?v=1&amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;k=2&amp;d=55ACEB639FE0130BC2043284EC7C57B64EAA7D0748BB3AB84D4AABB94E7D67B1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah situasi antara mak cik dan remaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********#######***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: anak ni blaja ke kerja skrg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: oh. saya belaja lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: belaja dekat mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: dekat indonesia. bandung cik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: oh. jauh nye belaja. dah berapa lama kamu belaja kat sana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: baru setahun setgh. (sambil tersenyum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: sekarang ni cuti ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: a ah. ye cik. cuti kejap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: oh. baguslah. belaja elok2 ye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************##############********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mari kita review balik dialog tadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mak cik: anak ni blaja ke kerja skrg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: oh. saya belaja lagi.--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dua2 tak. saya ni malas nk belaja. kerja tk layak. jadi saya tk tau status saya. tapi saya berdaftar dgn universiti.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: belaja dekat mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: dekat indonesia. bandung cik.--&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;selalunya atas tilam. baring2 bukak buku, pastu tertido sampai pagi. bangun2, buku da terconteng dgn pen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: oh. jauh nye belaja. dah berapa lama kamu belaja kat sana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: baru setahun setgh. (sambil tersenyum)--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tak tentu. bila nak exam lagi 2-3 hari, baru la stat blaja. biasanya tk belaja sgt. org kata 'less is more'.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: sekarang ni cuti ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak remaja: a ah. ye cik. cuti kejap.--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;define cuti? kalau cuti bermaksud 'berhenti kejap dr belaja, dan berehat tenangkn diri'..bermakna, hampir setiap masa saya cuti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mak cik: oh. baguslah. belaja elok2 ye.--&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ape kau merepek ni budak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7936125893634557895?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7936125893634557895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamu-belajar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7936125893634557895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7936125893634557895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamu-belajar.html' title='Kamu Belajar?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-2051314969572536094</id><published>2009-10-25T08:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:33:19.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! entry kali ini emalina yang post ^_^</title><content type='html'>Hye people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok memang pelik bila org lain tulis blog guna org lain punya blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Actly ni &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;EMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(kawanseperjuanganSHEQA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOsWwi0svI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qGWanfbp-2c/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOsWwi0svI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qGWanfbp-2c/s320/DSC01041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396346285508047602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kitorang ada study group (bukanlahstudygroupsgt)&lt;br /&gt;So saya ngan dua org lagi housemate saya (atin yana ngan arah yana) pun join lah sekali..&lt;br /&gt;and kitorang sleepover kat pondok mulana (yangmerupakantempattinggalSHEQA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOnBrKXUAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3gtuYRoB584/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOnBrKXUAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3gtuYRoB584/s320/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396340425727889410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          Ini lah muka2 org nak final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhmadulilah study group berjalan lancar&lt;br /&gt;Lepas habis bincang membincang saya pun mintak kebenaran SHEQA nak tido kat bilik die while atin yana n arah yana pegi tido kat rumah uraya aini (kawansperjuanganSHEQAdanakujuga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pagi ni saya bangun2 tido je saya dah bau sesuatu yang wangi (tapibukanlawangisepertibauperfumeninarichi)&lt;br /&gt;Rupa-rupa nya hanisah (kawanseperjuanganSHEQAdanakujuga) telah memasak nasi lemak yang begitu lah sedap nye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sekarang tiba lah masa utk saya mula belajar dan meninggal kan aktiviti menulis blog ini (cakapmacamlahpernahtulisblogbeforeni)&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Sebelum tu tengok lah sedikit gambar2 kenanganmaniskaudanaku SHEQA and saya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqSEWQn-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xo9oX-fAeno/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqSEWQn-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Xo9oX-fAeno/s320/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344005901459426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            Bejalan jalan di pasar baru :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqR2heCZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d7-vFJNzbcs/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqR2heCZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/d7-vFJNzbcs/s320/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344002190379410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         Besenam besama sama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqRlg8TqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dzV3AT_t8Sc/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqRlg8TqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dzV3AT_t8Sc/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396343997624766114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           Besiap pegi ke class besama sama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   LASTLY HATUR NUHUN TEH SHEQA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqSTIXT0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LVA-s_WqsX4/s1600-h/DSC00610-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOqSTIXT0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LVA-s_WqsX4/s320/DSC00610-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344009869709122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Jumpa saya di facebook by searching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Emalina Mohd Ali&lt;/span&gt; (sayatakretisangatlahtulisblog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HABIS-&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=1306849640&amp;ref=ts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-2051314969572536094?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2051314969572536094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-entry-kali-ini-emalina-yang-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2051314969572536094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2051314969572536094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-entry-kali-ini-emalina-yang-post.html' title='Oh! entry kali ini emalina yang post ^_^'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SuOsWwi0svI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qGWanfbp-2c/s72-c/DSC01041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-3245299457034772708</id><published>2009-10-10T06:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:00:01.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengumpat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marieclaire.com/cm/marieclaire/images/gossip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.marieclaire.com/cm/marieclaire/images/gossip1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah. &lt;br /&gt;I love to gossip!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure since when I started to indulge in gossiping activity but next thing i know, I'm up to new-updated gossips. Even some people find me to 'supply' them with new gossips. &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't think being a 'gossip girl' is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;We talked and digging on somebody else;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POINT OUT NEW TOPIC&lt;/span&gt;-Hey, korang tau tak yang si..../ari tu aku ada jumpa...die tengah..&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ELABORATE MORE&lt;/span&gt;-Itu la pasal, aku pun tak sangka. Impossible..!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GIVE COMMENTS ON THE TOPIC&lt;/span&gt;-Aku rasa la kan. Die tu memang macam tu. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CORRELATE WITH OTHER EVENTS&lt;/span&gt;- ha. hari tu pn aku ade nmpak die./ala..last yr pun die mcm tu jugak./kau ingat tak yg die pernah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when someone else talking about you like that. Pointing out issues that was long gone. Giving comments on you, even though they barely know you. Making conclusions based on a 2-minutes scene. That's unfair. &lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm talking to myself. &lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself. &lt;br /&gt;For having the feeling of excitement in gossiping about others. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want others talking about ME like that. &lt;br /&gt;So, I am truly sorry to everyone, those who had been a 'victim' of my not-good indulgence. SORRY! Can't name a name. too much i think. &lt;br /&gt;I am having this new determination and resolution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"NO MORE GOSSIPING WHEN YOU ARE CONSCIOUS ENOUGH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-which means, most of the time. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Those who have same 'hobby', we should stop! &lt;br /&gt;Gossiping/Mengumpat is one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG SIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O you who believe! Avoid much suspicions, indeed some suspicions are sins. And spy not, neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting) . And fear Allah. Verily, Allah is the One Who accepts repentance, Most Merciful.(Al-Hujuraat:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remind me of..myself~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-3245299457034772708?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3245299457034772708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/10/mengumpat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3245299457034772708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3245299457034772708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/10/mengumpat.html' title='Mengumpat'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7638928916679822457</id><published>2009-09-24T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:46:21.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for RM150 passport...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iVA8EsD9N4/SiiWpZv9KsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ava2apytNG8/s320/150px-Malaysia_Regular_international_passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iVA8EsD9N4/SiiWpZv9KsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ava2apytNG8/s320/150px-Malaysia_Regular_international_passport.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew..puhhh..&lt;&lt; an attempt to blow away dusts on my so-long-abandoned blog. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so. i need to renew my passport since i wont have the chance later. &lt;br /&gt;i went to wisma persekutuan with abah around 10 a.m or so. &lt;br /&gt;i put on some make up because i planned to renew my IC too. so, i definitely want my IC photo looks.. OK..than before. &lt;br /&gt;i found out on the internet that students that study abroad may have the privilege of applying passport with the price of RM150..which is half the original price. &lt;br /&gt;when i arrived there...we went to tingkat 1. then i show my offer letter from MARA to an officer there as a proof. then the officer asked me to photocopy the letter, my IC and get an application form downstairs. off i went..&lt;br /&gt;then, i came up back, took my number, and wait....&lt;br /&gt;then.."0199" appeared from the board number.&lt;br /&gt;an officer name Riana -almost sounds like rihanna- was in-charged.&lt;br /&gt;i gave copies of the letter and etc..&lt;br /&gt;then the officer refer to the supervisor at the back. then the supervisor refer to the 'other' supervisor in a room. &lt;br /&gt;then the supervisor told me that i need to produce some 'black &amp; white' letter or proof that i AM still studying in Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;the problem is, I am already studying in Indonesia and this is not my first-time passport as an oversea student.(oversea la sgt)..&lt;br /&gt;i showed my student card, but they said my student card doesn't have an exact validity date. and the sup of the sup said that, student card might not be returned even when you was out from the university. then the sup of the sup said. "u nk dpt diskaun bkn sng tau.. mcm ni la. susah2 u pergi jumpa pn. zaharah kt bahagian penyerahan'.. off i went to 'penyerahan'..&lt;br /&gt;i went to an officer there and asked for pn. zaharah. then i waited for 5mins. then the officer said, "pn. zaharah ada kt sana (tempat tadi permohonan pasport).awk pergi kaunter 9 cube tnye ade nmpk die tk.".. cess...&lt;br /&gt;then i went to 'permohonan' and said.."pn. zaharah takde. org kat sna kata die kat sini"..&lt;br /&gt;then the sup went inside and came out and said, "pn. zaharah kat tingkat 8. awk tunggu kejap"..&lt;br /&gt;waited for few minutes...tadaa.. there u are pn. zaharah..&lt;br /&gt;then i went inside the office..and met pn. zaharah. again, i showed my 'stuff' as a proof i am a student in Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;Pn. zaharah said, we need more proof..like a letter from your university. i explained the same thing like before. my faculty is on holiday the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;'awak ckp mmg la..tp mmg susah sikit nak dpt rebate'...&lt;br /&gt;i called tony from PADMA and he said 'bisa di kasi suratnya, tapi nnti on monday. faculty is closed for one week'..cess. membazir kredit. &lt;br /&gt;then in the end pn zaharah said 'awk ada tiket balik indonesia tk?'.. damn.. nk naik flight pn aku tk bwk itinerary..&lt;br /&gt;then..i called air asia to email me my itinerary. on the meantime, abah called awang, a friend of his that used to work there. &lt;br /&gt;then awang arrived, but my email still hadn't receive the itinerary. then we went upstairs, jabatan imigresen...and met another officer..a 'bigger' officer. then, the officer called pn. zaharah and asked her about my case. hahahahha.. i got the same solution as before, which is, 'find my tix confirmation'..&lt;br /&gt;then, off i went with abah to danga bay, to air asia sales office to get my itinerary.. then we got back to wisma and to the 'permohonan pasport'.. took a number and to a counter..i produce my itinerary, then the officer asked me to photocopy my student card. pulakk.. i went downstairs to photocopy.. then, the photocopy machine buat hal pulak.. waited for abt 10 mins.. got my copy of student card..then went up back... haahhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;the fusses stop here. at last...... a RM150 passport was purchased!! &lt;br /&gt;nasib baik officer ok2 and nak layan aku. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;then. konon2 to spend another 2hrs waiting for the passport, i went to 'pejabat pendaftaran' to pursue my dream of having a nice IC of my own. then, wrote in big letters - no giliran utk mykad HABIS..sila dtg esok pagi-... blurttt... mmbazir make up..balik umah sudah. lapaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7638928916679822457?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7638928916679822457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-for-rm150-passport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7638928916679822457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7638928916679822457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-for-rm150-passport.html' title='so much for RM150 passport...'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iVA8EsD9N4/SiiWpZv9KsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/ava2apytNG8/s72-c/150px-Malaysia_Regular_international_passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-8440852991219141513</id><published>2009-08-17T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:32:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to fill in the blank..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://teflbootcamp.com/discipline.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 240px;" src="http://teflbootcamp.com/discipline.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This blog is temporary under construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;The real thing is: I am a lazy blog writer who is way too lazy to think about wat to write. &lt;br /&gt;Then why did I created a blog at the first place? &lt;br /&gt;- because I have this bad habit of 'lack of compliance'. At that moment, I have this konon2 lots of idea what to write rather than talk to myself mcm org gila. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, whenever I have this urge or intention or motivation to do something, it always fade away. Let's say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I always wanted to do a regular exercise just to get a nice flat abs. Ive tried twice (few minutes of push-ups) with the help of my friends..It lasted for at least 2weeks then.. So, none succeed. Few weeks ago, I've tried doing dancing 'syok sendiri' that is promising-flat tummy-as said in the ad and comments. But, the videos are resting in peace in my lappy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Since before I moved in to my rumah kontrakan, I dreamed of growing fruit trees or vege plants. I even bought a pack of petola seed from a pasar in Shah Alam. But up until now,(2mos already), my association with the trees &amp; soil is cleaning up the grasses in front of my house and snap off some serai(lemongrass eh?) across my house. (serai bukan tanam sdiri pun)..BTW, I even forgot where did I put that petola seed..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everytime I started a new study semester or course or watever starter, I always have this 'new spirit' resolution, to study well, to sleep less, to spend less on the internet...and so on.. But,..I slept like a baby! Long hours.. hmphh.. Wat to do? wat to do?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this new 'semangat' of decorating my room with lots of colors and motivational word or 'ayat sedar diri'.Macam dalam classroom sekolah rendah dulu.-USAHA TANGGA KEJAYAAN-.To remind myself of myself..Hope it will work out as planned.  &lt;br /&gt;Where my discipline had gone?? &lt;br /&gt;Bai Bai.. Exam lusa.. Ni tk compliance la ni..Time2 mcm ni la nak buat blog. Cehh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-8440852991219141513?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8440852991219141513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-fill-in-blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8440852991219141513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8440852991219141513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-fill-in-blank.html' title='Just to fill in the blank..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4410082048550507266</id><published>2009-07-28T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:19:36.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; Sour</title><content type='html'>We are not perfect.. yes..&lt;br /&gt;But we are not damaged..&lt;br /&gt;We are sour..&lt;br /&gt;But there's always sweetness somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do this..&lt;br /&gt;You do that..&lt;br /&gt;That makes you and us fair &amp; just..&lt;br /&gt;Equal and neutral.&lt;br /&gt;Should we find truce from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perception is free from error..&lt;br /&gt;Was put right..&lt;br /&gt;But we are uncertain..&lt;br /&gt;We know what you know..&lt;br /&gt;But it's so rigid and solid..&lt;br /&gt;That makes it tough to digest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because people tend to know..&lt;br /&gt;But more live in denial..&lt;br /&gt;Desiring to be the one and only..&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to do what they fancy..&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the feeling of sorry..&lt;br /&gt;To themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time..&lt;br /&gt;It'a a matter of mind..&lt;br /&gt;You may have flourish in your own way..&lt;br /&gt;We may be still finding our own path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to us..&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the truth not putting us apart..&lt;br /&gt;Because we are one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4410082048550507266?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4410082048550507266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-sour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4410082048550507266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4410082048550507266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-sour.html' title='Sweet &amp; Sour'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4669295503621840804</id><published>2009-07-23T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:31:22.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Tety: My Wedding Plan??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shevron.com.sg/catalog/images/Malay%20Wedding%20SH02-0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.shevron.com.sg/catalog/images/Malay%20Wedding%20SH02-0220.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; absolutely 20! too old to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yeap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; after i found a right one? when someone propose? enuf money? age: 25+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you'll marrying the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; who? my ikan laga?? nahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lelaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who will be your bridesmaid &amp; best man?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; my besties..cousins..nvr plan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; traditional wedding at the garden of my home.. kat halaman rumah sudah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you plan to go on honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; italy!! yeay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many guests do you think you'll invite?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tnye mak. those who know me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will that include your exes?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dtg la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many layers of cake do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; haih.. banyak2 nk buat ape? nanti keras dlm esbok.. max 2 je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When do you want to get married, morning or evening?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; morning till late evening? heh.. penat woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name the song/tune you'd like to play at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; haha. selawat nabi. lagu selamat pengantin baru.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon,fork and knife?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pakai tangan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; haram la. ape punye soalan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; seboleh2nya. right after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Money or household items?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dua2 la. can i choose wat items i want?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many kids would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lebih dr satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will you record your honeymoon in DVD/CD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sudah semestinya. kalau bole casette pn nk.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whose wedding plan would you like to know next?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; he who wants to marry me? haha.. lets fight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4669295503621840804?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4669295503621840804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-tety-my-wedding-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4669295503621840804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4669295503621840804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-tety-my-wedding-plan.html' title='Tagged by Tety: My Wedding Plan??'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6163584962228023692</id><published>2009-07-19T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:16:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>I just came back from watching Harry Potter half blood snape or watever it is. On my way out of the hall, I saw this girl fixing her BALD boyfriend's hair. well, he's not really that bald, but little hair that no need to be fixed after all. it's just quite funny how silly we can be when it comes to love. when u are not in love, everything about 'love' always seems to go wrong and funny and miserable. i don't remember myself 'in love'. was i ever fall in love at all?? &lt;br /&gt;Now it's july. Bandung is getting colder. and might be a season of love to some of my friends. good luck to u guys. &lt;br /&gt;Back to movies..i love watching movies. although, i dozed off a second or two during the show today. i love the cinema. the seats, the cup-holder...it's like halfway to luxury.. but it's not. my mother don't really like the idea of watching movies as a hang-out activities. she hates the cinema. but who can't resist watching movies with almost half of the normal price with the privilege of student cards..and the very cheap fee of Rp10,000 during weekdays which when converted to RM it's only RM3.00++..?? cheaper than a pirated DVD in malaysia eh i suppose.. back again later.. need to finish my reading on One Fifth Avenue by Candace Bushnell.. hmm.. wat am i? a medical student or a columnist????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6163584962228023692?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6163584962228023692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6163584962228023692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6163584962228023692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-love.html' title='Movie &amp; Love'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-8708962770734410634</id><published>2009-06-19T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:55:47.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At  First Sight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://randomindex.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/nicoz-love-at-first-sight.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 567px; height: 454px;" src="http://randomindex.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/nicoz-love-at-first-sight.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite long, I nvr really believe in 'love at the first sight'. &lt;br /&gt;How is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;U run into someone, u look him..or her..in the eyes.. and u fell for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe that love should be based on personality or the attitude that is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my thought is, how can u love someone just by looking into their eyes..or nose..or lips..or watsoever.. &lt;br /&gt;If u love what u see..Just take..the nose..the eyes..and put them into your purse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to judge people by its 'cover'..&lt;br /&gt;The word 'cover' itself has a quite discreet meaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cover: put something on top of or in front of (something) in order to protect or conceal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;conceal&lt;/span&gt; it? That is too obvious kann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that they actually love is the physical part of the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Or the smile that is shining from the perfect white teeth..&lt;br /&gt;Or the way the plumpy lips moving when they talk..&lt;br /&gt;Or that eyes that blink with the batting eyelashes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a dot, the word LOVE is actually more likely an ATTRACTION..&lt;br /&gt;Don't misjudge them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-8708962770734410634?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/8708962770734410634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8708962770734410634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/8708962770734410634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love At  First Sight...'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1392243734263043036</id><published>2009-06-01T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:26:30.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Tety.. Again.. hehe.. A-Z questions.</title><content type='html'>Answer these A-Z questions with 4 answers.&lt;br /&gt;Then, tag as many friends as you can and see how they coloured their life with 4 lines of word/s.&lt;br /&gt;Tried it now !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A] 4 names people call you :&lt;br /&gt;1. iqah&lt;br /&gt;2. sheqa&lt;br /&gt;3. sheq&lt;br /&gt;4. shafiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B] 4 places you have lived :&lt;br /&gt;1. johor bahru!!&lt;br /&gt;2. kluang, johor&lt;br /&gt;3. tangkak, muar, johor&lt;br /&gt;4. bandung, indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[C] 4 jobs you have had in your life :&lt;br /&gt;1. Kitchen helper&lt;br /&gt;2. tukang tidur&lt;br /&gt;3. pengawas sekolah. heeee&lt;br /&gt;4. blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D] 4 movies you could watch over and over :&lt;br /&gt;1. the pursuit of happyness&lt;br /&gt;2. 50 first dates&lt;br /&gt;3. Just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;4. ape2 la yg aku da lupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[E] 4 TV shows you love to watch :&lt;br /&gt;1. House!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;3. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;4. CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F] 4 places you have been on vacation :&lt;br /&gt;1. Medan&lt;br /&gt;2. Brunei&lt;br /&gt;3. Jogjakarta&lt;br /&gt;4. Pulau Pangkor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[G] 4 websites you visit daily (or semi-weekly) :&lt;br /&gt;1. facebook&lt;br /&gt;2. myspace&lt;br /&gt;3. friendster&lt;br /&gt;4. yahoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[H] 4 of your favourite foods :&lt;br /&gt;1. puding custard&lt;br /&gt;2. asam pedas ikan sembilang&lt;br /&gt;3. ape2 la mak masak&lt;br /&gt;4. roti jala. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I] 4 things you are allergic to :&lt;br /&gt;1. metal or nickel!&lt;br /&gt;2. cocoa butter kat lip balm mybe. &lt;br /&gt;3. lelaki gatal buaya darat mcm nk kena sepak&lt;br /&gt;4. asap rokok indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[J] 4 of your siblings names (if you have any) :&lt;br /&gt;1. siti &lt;br /&gt;2. shuhadah&lt;br /&gt;3. samihah&lt;br /&gt;4. shafiqah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[K] 4 places you would love to travel to :&lt;br /&gt;1. Italy..!&lt;br /&gt;2. Mekah&lt;br /&gt;3. Greece&lt;br /&gt;4. Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[L] 4 of your pets :&lt;br /&gt;1. Buta@Rontok..kucing yg mandul&lt;br /&gt;2. Jambul..a beruk&lt;br /&gt;3. Budak..mak kucing&lt;br /&gt;4. Bengong..kucing yg kesian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[M] 4 things you want for your birthday/Christmas this year :&lt;br /&gt;1. watch&lt;br /&gt;2. rakan taulan saudara saudari cikebum cikebum&lt;br /&gt;3. big money!!&lt;br /&gt;4. duuhhh.. a better brain. ngee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[N] 4 names of your close friends :&lt;br /&gt;1. ejan&lt;br /&gt;2. atiq&lt;br /&gt;3. akmal. yekkkk..hahaahhahaahha&lt;br /&gt;4. aj..mana2 aj pn bole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O] 4 titles of your best break-up song :&lt;br /&gt;1. potential break up song-ally &amp; aj&lt;br /&gt;2. take a bow-rihanna&lt;br /&gt;3. so what-pink&lt;br /&gt;4. get out, leave-jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[P] 4 things that you hate the most :&lt;br /&gt;1. panas&lt;br /&gt;2. litter!! and those who litter!&lt;br /&gt;3. org tk buka pintu bila aku ketuk. mcm aku ni doorman pulak.&lt;br /&gt;4. result exam kuar!! hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Q] 4 things you purchased in last 44 hours :&lt;br /&gt;1. beli duit rupiah kt money changer&lt;br /&gt;2. eye shadow elianto&lt;br /&gt;3. nasi beriani tapi mak bayar&lt;br /&gt;4. rhsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[R] 4 names of medication pills you consumed :&lt;br /&gt;1. b-complex&lt;br /&gt;2. panadol&lt;br /&gt;3. dhamotil&lt;br /&gt;4. pil chi kit teck aun fadz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[S] 4 favourite subjects in school/college :&lt;br /&gt;1. english&lt;br /&gt;2. reproductive systems. yo yo oo..&lt;br /&gt;3. maths&lt;br /&gt;4. rehat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T] 4 favourite names for a girl :&lt;br /&gt;1. shafiqah..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;2. yg ade huruf r in the middle&lt;br /&gt;3. ntah la&lt;br /&gt;4. mlas nk pikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[U] 4 favourite names for a boy :&lt;br /&gt;1. haikal&lt;br /&gt;2. yg ade huruf q kat tgh2&lt;br /&gt;3. muhammad&lt;br /&gt;4. no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[V] 4 closest PURPLE objects :&lt;br /&gt;1. bantal kak mia&lt;br /&gt;2. tia amelia kak mia&lt;br /&gt;3. baju kak mia&lt;br /&gt;4. lady speed stick kak mia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[W] 4 superheroes/characters that you really adore :&lt;br /&gt;1. batman&lt;br /&gt;2. x-men characters&lt;br /&gt;3. house&lt;br /&gt;4. galileo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] 4 things you are wearing now :&lt;br /&gt;1. ring&lt;br /&gt;2. bracelet&lt;br /&gt;3. baju tidur batik jogja mama ckp tk cantik@buruk&lt;br /&gt;4. sepit rmbut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Y] 4 words to describe yourself :&lt;br /&gt;1. gembira&lt;br /&gt;2. tenang@kurang perasaan&lt;br /&gt;3. malas nk mmpos.. mak pn jd stress&lt;br /&gt;4. pendek dan pipi tembam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Z] 4 favourite pictures (paste and describe it) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiON4iyfwOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MtLJdR3liEo/s1600-h/3325_1138457065681_1355031757_340777_7156756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiON4iyfwOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MtLJdR3liEo/s320/3325_1138457065681_1355031757_340777_7156756_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342269585542332642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&gt;&gt;..colorly aleeya!!..&lt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiOOFlDdnbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kF32f07j-hc/s1600-h/3325_1140993129081_1355031757_346927_999053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiOOFlDdnbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kF32f07j-hc/s320/3325_1140993129081_1355031757_346927_999053_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342269809488666034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&gt;&gt;..happy nephew &amp; niece..&lt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiOPSiBSCAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4dNgv52Ue04/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiOPSiBSCAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4dNgv52Ue04/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342271131524139010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&gt;&gt;..cat..&lt;&lt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiOP3TUhuAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/czGe7w64SJA/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiOP3TUhuAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/czGe7w64SJA/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342271763233486850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&gt;&gt;..ammer luv cu!..&lt;&lt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1392243734263043036?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1392243734263043036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-tety-again-hehe-z-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1392243734263043036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1392243734263043036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-tety-again-hehe-z-questions.html' title='Tagged by Tety.. Again.. hehe.. A-Z questions.'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SiON4iyfwOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MtLJdR3liEo/s72-c/3325_1138457065681_1355031757_340777_7156756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1967589460387781729</id><published>2009-04-17T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:35:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SefcpCoKFeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2bwdB7WjlKo/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SefcpCoKFeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2bwdB7WjlKo/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325467682026952162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of orange trees. Can it be called trees? They look fragile and so vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;I am terrified to the thought these cute growing trees will die. Can we actually grow good orange trees in Bandung??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1967589460387781729?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1967589460387781729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/04/group-of-orange-trees.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1967589460387781729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1967589460387781729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/04/group-of-orange-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SefcpCoKFeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2bwdB7WjlKo/s72-c/DSC00917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-2117525432905838180</id><published>2009-03-29T06:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:43:34.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Happy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/abdnhockeyclub/happy_face_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/abdnhockeyclub/happy_face_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. &lt;br /&gt;Im writing blog again. It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when u are feeling happy? except the feeling of happiness at the moment??&lt;br /&gt;hm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you are happy that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you actually had the last portion of the food served at the cafe..&lt;br /&gt;you got a surprise present from a crush&lt;br /&gt;you got a nice, flattering dress when u went out shopping &lt;br /&gt;you won a zealous competition, without even trying hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of happy is more like satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;It is something indescribable and subjective.&lt;br /&gt;You feel like the world was a happy place to live. &lt;br /&gt;You think that today is the happiest day..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But ever think about what somebody else think and feel when u are indulged in a complete happiness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Others won't be as happy as u when..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are desperately hungry, and the last food of the day was served to someone else..&lt;br /&gt;their forever crush gave a surprise present to other girl&lt;br /&gt;their 'must have' dress that they promised to have later, was sold out &lt;br /&gt;they was defeated during an important competition that was a real passion to them   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever think of that?? &lt;br /&gt;so, the world is not a very happy place to others after all..&lt;br /&gt;today, is not the happiest day to someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, u cannot afford making everyone else as happy as you. &lt;br /&gt;But, the world doesn't revolve around u only..&lt;br /&gt;The least u can do, is to share and to help.&lt;br /&gt;When people around u is not as happy, as satisfied, as fortunate as u, &lt;br /&gt;give a hand to help, and a shoulder to cry on. &lt;br /&gt;After all, sharing is caring ..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By no means shall you attain Al-Birr (piety, righteousness, etc., it means here Allah's Reward, i.e. Paradise), unless you spend (in Allah's Cause) of that which you love; and whatever of good you spend, Allah knows it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Ali Imran: 92)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-2117525432905838180?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2117525432905838180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2117525432905838180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2117525432905838180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-happy.html' title='Are You Happy??'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5295837480894625294</id><published>2009-03-16T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:54:46.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Tety: S</title><content type='html'>Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : Shafiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Sudin.. duhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Saleha. &lt;-- nama mak..~ kire girl tk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Supir. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A colour : Shocking Ping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Skirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : Seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Shampoo? Soap? Sooshbrush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Siam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late: Slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Saya santek! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : Shrek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : Strawberry Shake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Spice Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Singa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Sahabat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Serena~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : She will be loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5295837480894625294?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5295837480894625294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-tety-s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5295837480894625294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5295837480894625294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-tety-s.html' title='Tagged by Tety: S'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-3939911636147027381</id><published>2009-03-04T09:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:27:32.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ericdsnider.com/images/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.ericdsnider.com/images/stupid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever done anything that later on, u regretted doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Doing something stupid and hope that you will never recall about that thing again?&lt;br /&gt;U just feel embarrassed and sorry to yourself when u rethink about it?&lt;br /&gt;And even feel sorry to someone who got the impact of the 'stupid' things u did?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, I think that's a good thing of u..&lt;br /&gt;Because u actually realized what have u done wrong and know which kind of things should be classified as stupid~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you are the victim of someone's stupidity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I felt stupid..&lt;br /&gt;               ..that i ever posted a bulletin to shit about my ex. So LAME!! &lt;br /&gt;               ..that i often disagreed with my teacher in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;               ..that i ever felt disgusting with dirty-looking kids.&lt;br /&gt;               ..that i ever think myself is better than someone else. Nvr!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, those mistakes and stupid things give u more experience throughout your life. Live with it. Live with the fact, that sometimes even smart people do stupid things~ Nobody's perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;Mistake overturned&lt;br /&gt;So I call it a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;My soul has returned&lt;br /&gt;So I call it a lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Another lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-3939911636147027381?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3939911636147027381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3939911636147027381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3939911636147027381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7198057209150033055</id><published>2009-03-01T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:52:15.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone VS Quran</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Quran like we treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we flipped through it several time a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it to receive messages from the text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we gave it to kids as gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it when we traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it in case of emergency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something to make you go....hmm...where is my Quran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Quran being disconnected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7198057209150033055?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7198057209150033055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/cell-phone-vs-quran.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7198057209150033055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7198057209150033055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/03/cell-phone-vs-quran.html' title='Cell Phone VS Quran'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-296020112609022709</id><published>2009-02-22T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:21:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gedik Gedak Geduk..~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh311/shelby_1997/girly.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh311/shelby_1997/girly.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya mcm da lama sgt kot aku letak poll yg suro org ramai vote tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What makes u hate a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gedik??..Unstoppable Mouth??..Bad Behaviour??..Liar!??..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu ade bpe ketol je yg vote utk soalan aku tu. sedih~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 60+% voted for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GEDIK&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Kire ok la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the real thing or facts abt 'gedik' girl?&lt;br /&gt;Is she way too &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Is she a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Is she someone that love the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Is she someone that so-into-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno why people give that gedik description to the girls. Is there anybody know where did they get the word 'gedik'? &lt;br /&gt;I googled up the word 'gedik'. And down came all the malay porn websites with the word 'gedik'.  Which is horrible. I never really thought a gedik is strongly associated with porns and sexual tingy. I tot gedik girls are just gedik girls. They just meant to be 'tergedik-gedik' because possibly they have nothing better to do. Duhh. &lt;br /&gt;How far would gedik girls can go? Would they give up their own respects and dignity or even humanity to achieve their 'who-knows' mission?&lt;br /&gt;And as people and girls are b****ing about gedik girls..    &lt;br /&gt;There are still many out there that are trying to be gedik as best as they can. &lt;br /&gt;Weird eh? &lt;br /&gt;Still. I can't really figure out what are true gedik girls should look like. or act like what. it is really subjective, and some people might even say i, myself is a gedik person. &lt;br /&gt;Well, in my mind, gedik is more like Paris Hilton kot. And she did get the limelight for being one.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is the mind and the brain that should be working on what is good and what is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women or girls are not objects. We are human. We are not supposed to be made as 'geli-geli' as many people would say. As bad as a girl can be, she is still a girl. A sane human. Has the right to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a gedik, but know how to act like a sane human being, and has some respects to yourself, then u should just live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reported from Anas b. Malik, the Prophet said: "Girls are models of affection and sympathy and a blessing to the family. If a person has one daughter, God will screen him from the fire of hell owing to his daughter; if he has two daughters, God will admit him to paradise; if he has three, God will exempt him from the obligation of charity and Jehad."&lt;br /&gt;(Kanz al-Ummal:277).&lt;br /&gt;(Women in Islam by M. Mazheruddin Siddiqi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-296020112609022709?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/296020112609022709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/gedik-gedak-geduk_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/296020112609022709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/296020112609022709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/gedik-gedak-geduk_22.html' title='Gedik Gedak Geduk..~'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4184602572127209585</id><published>2009-02-21T08:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:12:34.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Tety (Facebook!): 100 TRUTH~</title><content type='html'>001. Name ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shafiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sheqa,iqah,sheq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aquaa...rius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tadika ABIM Al-Ummah 2, SRI JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SMAKJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. High School ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SMAKJ, SMKPJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. College School ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KMJ, UNPAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sedang2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;siket la. byk jugak. byk kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke? ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;drink..water..vital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no. like the crushes will ever have a crush on me back!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;got.ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tk hengat. blom msok skola. then cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'in. She's a stewardess now n we barely talk after finished tadika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First award ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rasanya. menang ptndingan mengeja kt tadika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tk pasti la. crush utk one week kira crush jugak tk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cici. seekor kucing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First big vacation ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ape mksud big vacation? hm. gi medan kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First big birthday ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tk ingat. da 20 bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blom mkn. lapar. mne pipah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;air aqua golek2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eat breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;suara yana ngn hanisah ckp. 'eh tape2..' hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;study grup+abiskn bce buku PS I love you. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids? ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married? ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tabib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soalan ni tk universal. tk suke sape2 mcm mne nk jwb! haish. diskriminasi pengguna. kalau ade pn, nk eye la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bergabung~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nice attitude..hee. nice arms~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;relationship. duhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble maker or hesitant ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;trouble maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lost contact dgn org ade la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nvr cross my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha. tk2. ill be in jail rite now if i ever did dat. wat a q! often kill mosquito. looking 4wd to get rid of tikos farah liana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tk tau. tade kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;duhh. arrested ngn warden skola ade la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mesti la. alamak ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself ?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; insya allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hm. wajib kn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i don think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wajib pcye la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tidak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ee..khurafat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bdosa jugak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ade. ngn my niece n nephew. oh. one person je eh? hm. tade kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you happy with where you are in life ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i think so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God ? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 20 people?&lt;br /&gt;sume org.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4184602572127209585?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4184602572127209585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-tety-facebook-100-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4184602572127209585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4184602572127209585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-tety-facebook-100-truth.html' title='Tagged By Tety (Facebook!): 100 TRUTH~'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4356747158118650226</id><published>2009-02-15T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:10:07.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Firdaus (FB): The 25 Tingy Abt Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EPH/8600~Bad-Aquarius-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/EPH/8600~Bad-Aquarius-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My name is Shafiqah Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;2. I live in JB&lt;br /&gt;3. I love cats&lt;br /&gt;4. I love pink. both the color and the singer. &lt;br /&gt;5. I am so fortunate in my life. although not always.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have 2 elder sisters; Kak Iti n Kak Mia. &lt;br /&gt;7. I have a nephew, Ammer and a niece, Aleeyah.&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to be rich. bole tk?&lt;br /&gt;10. I donno how to ride a bicycle&lt;br /&gt;11. I donno how to swim&lt;br /&gt;12. I snore&lt;br /&gt;13. I sleep with my eyes open&lt;br /&gt;14. I tend to waste most of my time&lt;br /&gt;15. I am hoping that I can be a real and good doctor one day.&lt;br /&gt;16. I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;17. I want to travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't like fighting&lt;br /&gt;19. I hate when people got angry with me with no good reasons. &lt;br /&gt;20. I love getting pressies from people&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to gossip with my friends and hanging out together at Roibo&lt;br /&gt;22. I love good-taste cakes.&lt;br /&gt;23. I think I'm good in languages&lt;br /&gt;24. I malas nk mandi&lt;br /&gt;25. There are more than 25 tings in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4356747158118650226?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4356747158118650226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-firdaus-fb-25-tingy-abt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4356747158118650226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4356747158118650226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-firdaus-fb-25-tingy-abt.html' title='Tagged by Firdaus (FB): The 25 Tingy Abt Myself'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1118206156912820730</id><published>2009-02-15T08:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:36:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Tety (Facebook!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SZdxI2DCwJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AYSBAEZ6v80/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SZdxI2DCwJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AYSBAEZ6v80/s200/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302831483013218450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules - post this list on your profile (in Notes) replacing my answers with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag people to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged YOU, it's because I want to know more about YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;tiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember. oh. ade. rhsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Biase je. tade perasaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Kelinci? haha.. Ikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;Manyak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Waa? I even want to marry myself.. hahaha.! can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;salu sgt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;ayoyo..hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;nak sgt! nak ajak yana skali. wahahahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;koko krunch. honey star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. tak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Ais Krim Roti kat kubur spore tu. bestnye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;They way they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;tido berdengkur. perot boncet. tk tau bwk beskal. malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;rumah dan isinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;br /&gt;tk brapa nk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;hijau buruk ngn tapak kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;zikir munajat-ustaz badrul amin..ngee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;blackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS..&lt;br /&gt;Smells of Cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Emakku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;tety? suke la. die tk buat jht kt aku. (do i have any other choice to ans this? nnti tety bace!!.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;gimrama eh? ke gymnastic? ntah la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;itam itu sexy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;itam itu gelap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;tak. tk rabon. n tk ngade2 mcm kak mia..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;manyak woo.. ikan sembilang asam pedas, rebung, ketam, udang mak,mee mak, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Hepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Pink. Best tk? Bju aku pink, suar ijau. mcm bebek~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;Cuaca Bandung! hee. Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;gossips! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;ape ni? to respond to lawak bodo kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;PS I love you. bile ntah nk abes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;TOuchpad ade rmbut sehelai. mouse pad adelah meja study. atas meja study ade byk gile brg. nk cite ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;tk tgk tv. laghoo..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND(S).&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku ngaji. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;tade! hukhuk.. bercakap dgn byk dan yakin..pastu salah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 WHERE WERE U BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Hospital Sultanah Aminah,JB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Ntah la. SUme org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;br /&gt;tade spouse. significant other? mak? hmm.. kuar dr uterus mak! hee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1118206156912820730?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1118206156912820730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-tety-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1118206156912820730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1118206156912820730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-tety-facebook.html' title='Tagged By Tety (Facebook!)'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SZdxI2DCwJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AYSBAEZ6v80/s72-c/DSC00344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-5689714325777513799</id><published>2009-02-15T07:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:27:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Chep O Chep (Facebook!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee233/cmp-stuff/graficos/music/music_is_life_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 287px;" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee233/cmp-stuff/graficos/music/music_is_life_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Catch Me When I Fall-Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;I Melt With You-Jason Mraz..Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Kasih Tercipta-Faizal Tahir..duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss My Sass-Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;I Luv Your Girl-The Dream.. wat d?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe-Couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Realize-Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Every Other Time-LFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Underneath It All-No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Disturbia-Rihanna.. Kah3.. Not exactly the rite ans eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Betapa-Sheila On 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Me,Myself And I-Beyonce .. yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Do It Well-JLo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Green Light-Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Best Thing-Mocca.. hee..thanks mommy&amp;abah. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You-Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;I Will Be-Avril? No..Im not avril's granny. DOnt sing at my funeral. pray for me ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Break It Off-Rihanna ft. Sean Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge-Fergie.. Does it make any sense? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Diva-Beyonce.. Yeah.. Im not a hustla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;No Air-Jordin Sparks? Lorh. Don wanna die suffocating lah. Nak mati dlm iman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy-Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;I Try-Macy Gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Suara Orang Kena Seksa?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Like A Rolling Stone-Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;This Is Why I'm Hot-Che'Nelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Senyuman Ragamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGe?&lt;br /&gt;Terbaik Untukmu-Tangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Like You'll Never See Me Again-Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Senandung Hari Raya Untukmu-Dayangku Intan.. Huh?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;semua org yg ade blog dan ade facebook .. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-5689714325777513799?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/5689714325777513799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-chep-o-chep-facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5689714325777513799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/5689714325777513799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-chep-o-chep-facebook.html' title='Tagged By Chep O Chep (Facebook!)'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-2515827155269699876</id><published>2009-02-06T07:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:10:48.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solat.. Bukan Susah Sgt Pun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tiadahenti.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/solat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 684px;" src="http://tiadahenti.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/solat1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Islam itu dibangunkan atas lima perkara, syahadah bahawa tiada Tuhan kecuali Allah, dan bahawa Muhammad itu adalah pesuruh Allah, mendirikan solat, menunaikan zakat, puasa di bulan Ramadhan dan haji ke Baitullah” - Riwayat Bukhori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://surauktdi.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/solat-itu-tiang-agama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 608px; height: 406px;" src="http://surauktdi.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/solat-itu-tiang-agama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Orang Yang Tidak Melakukan Solat&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Subuh&lt;/span&gt;: Dijauhkan cahaya muka yang bersinar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dzuhur&lt;/span&gt;: Tidak diberikan berkat dalam rezekinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Asar&lt;/span&gt;: Dijauhkan dari kesihatan/kekuatan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maghrib&lt;/span&gt;: Tidak diberi santunan oleh anak-anaknya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isya'&lt;/span&gt;: Dijauhkan kedamaian dalam tidurnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabda Rasulullah s.a.w yang bermaksud : “Sesungguhnya perkara pertama sekali dihisab bagi seseorang hamba di hari kiamat daripada amalannya ialah Solatnya, jika solatnya itu adalah baik maka dia termasuk dalam orang yang bahagia dan beruntung dan jika sekiranya amal solatnya itu rosak maka dia termasuk orang yang rugi dan tidak beruntung.” - Hadis Riwayat Tirmidzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabda Rasulullah s.a.w yang bermaksud : “Perjanjian di antara kita (orang Islam) dengan mereka (orang kafir) ialah Solat, dan barangsiapa meninggalkan solat sesungguhnya dia telah menjadi kafir” - Riwayat Tirmidzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ingatkanlah orang-orang yang tidak beriman) akan masa didedahkan kedahsyatan huru-hara (hari kiamat), dan mereka diseru supaya sujud maka mereka tidak dapat melakukannya. Sambil pandangan mereka tunduk malu, serta mereka diliputi kehinaan; dan sesungguhnya mereka (di dunia) dahulu telahpun diseru supaya sujud (tetapi mereka enggan) sedang mereka dalam keadaan sihat.” - Surah Al-Qolam 35 - 43&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-2515827155269699876?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/2515827155269699876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/solat-bukan-susah-sgt-pun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2515827155269699876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/2515827155269699876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/solat-bukan-susah-sgt-pun.html' title='Solat.. Bukan Susah Sgt Pun..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6021267542994680331</id><published>2009-02-01T07:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:54:30.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Inn~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.antipope.org/charlie/gifs/shoot_kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.antipope.org/charlie/gifs/shoot_kitten.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Siapa yang penting dalam hidup anda ?&lt;br /&gt;sume org yg pnting. org yg sembelih ayam pn pnting kn.. kalo tk aku mkn ayam idop..haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Apakah benda terakhir yang anda beli guna duit sendiri ?&lt;br /&gt;Kuey Teow Goreng Ayam Pedas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Dimanakah tempat perkahwinan kamu ?&lt;br /&gt;ntah ah. da jwb la soklan ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Berapa lama anda rasa hubungan anda kekal ?&lt;br /&gt;tk phm ah soklan ni. kalo ngn mak, forever.. soklan ni perlu dikaji lg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Adakah anda dilamun cinta ?&lt;br /&gt;da jwb. jwpn ttp sme. tak. buat buang duet jee..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Dimana restoran terakhir kamu makan ?&lt;br /&gt;Bale Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Namakan buku terakhir yang kamu beli ?&lt;br /&gt;Pediatrics Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Apakah nama penuh kamu ?&lt;br /&gt;da jwb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Kamu lebih senang dengan ibu atau ayah ?&lt;br /&gt;mne2 pn bole. mak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Namakan orang yang kamu ingin jumpa ?&lt;br /&gt;nak sgtt jmpaa;&lt;br /&gt;sudah pernah jwb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Sebutkan nama orang yang paling kamu rapat? &lt;br /&gt;da jwb !!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Adakah anda membasuh baju sendiri ?&lt;br /&gt;da jwb..dobi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Tempat yang paling seronok yang anda ingin pergi ?&lt;br /&gt;da jwb..italy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.8 perkara yang amat anda gilai ?&lt;br /&gt;1)blaja..(buat saya gila) huhu..&lt;br /&gt;2)balik mesia&lt;br /&gt;3)balik bilik&lt;br /&gt;4)tido&lt;br /&gt;5)pink&lt;br /&gt;6)shopping&lt;br /&gt;7)internet&lt;br /&gt;8)kucing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.8 buku yang baru dibaca ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep a secret..&lt;br /&gt;Undomestic Goddess..&lt;br /&gt;PS I love you(sedang bce..tk abes2)&lt;br /&gt;Obstetrics Illustrated..&lt;br /&gt;Obstetrics Williams Vol 1..&lt;br /&gt;Obstetrics Williams Vol 2..&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy Tortora..&lt;br /&gt;Gynaecology Illustrated..&lt;br /&gt;bile ntah nk abes bce mreka nih..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.8 perkara yang sering diucapkan ?&lt;br /&gt;da pnah jwb..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.8 lagu yang sering anda dengar berulang kali ?&lt;br /&gt;da penah jwb soklan ni..tp skrg suke dgr lagu.. jumping-third eye blind ngn lagu LFO.. back to oldies bebeyh!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.8 perkara yang dipelajari tahun lepas ?&lt;br /&gt;-jgn pcya sgt kt org..&lt;br /&gt;-kurgkn buat dosa adelah lebih baik..&lt;br /&gt;-pikir dgn baik2 dulu b4 buat sumting.&lt;br /&gt;-perassan raya bkn ngn family..&lt;br /&gt;-mcm mne nk pegi pasar baru..&lt;br /&gt;-rupenya thn dpnnya aku da 20 thn..&lt;br /&gt;-aktiviti meng'spy' adelah menarek dan reveals many things. &lt;br /&gt;-belajar cmne nk buat LI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.5 orang yang hendak anda tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tety..&lt;br /&gt;fadzreen..&lt;br /&gt;mas..&lt;br /&gt;honeykoyuki..&lt;br /&gt;kak noi!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6021267542994680331?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6021267542994680331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-inn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6021267542994680331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6021267542994680331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-inn.html' title='Tagged By Inn~'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6308374994312153792</id><published>2009-01-31T19:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:15:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzZzZz.. Wake Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYTYYLFnVVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VVeDFyLRvSE/s1600-h/PDVD_115.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYTYYLFnVVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VVeDFyLRvSE/s320/PDVD_115.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297596971499345234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is vital rite?&lt;br /&gt;And all my life till now I am so well-known who sleeps the most. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is wrong with me. Since I was in primary school I sleep a lot in my classes. Yeah..I am a sleepy head particularly when I am in class with the present of teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the second row when I was in Primary 6. 2nd row means FRONT. But I..Sleep..&lt;br /&gt;I held up my book so that it stands, and slept behind it while Ustazah Rohaya was teaching Pendidikan Teras Islam. And she obviously saw me sleeping..But she ignored me. Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Form 1, I slept during my final exam. If I am not mistaken, it was History paper. Cikgu Abby was on duty that time. And I slept!..Not because I am so confident, but I fell asleep and no one woke me up..Worse to worse..I hadn't finished answering all questions. And when I woke up, the time was up! Haha.. And result was out. I almost failed the paper. It was D I guess. Well, at least I passed!~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, during Darjah Khas year.. I only came to school for 3 days in a whole complete year. One day I came to school..And guess what..I fell asleep..It left 2 days which one of it is the registration day, and the other one day was oral exam day.. So, it's better to sleep in my dorm rather than sleeping in classes eh?&lt;br /&gt;My story doesn't end here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sitting for my PMR, I slept during geography paper. And I hadn't answered more than &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; of the questions. And again, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; woke me up. Not even the examination prefects. When I woke up, there was only 15 minutes left. And I was sweating and started answering all the questions like I was in a marathon.. Lucky me, I had enough time to answer all the questions but of course, without even had a second look.. Thank God..Really really THANK God. I got an A for that 'marathon' paper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Matriculation College, I woke up one friday morning late for a laboratory class. But I had a friend with me, a roommate who happened to be in the same class with me, and who happened to woke up late every morning..(Qila).. The class started at 10 am. And we slept like a pair of sleeping beauty, until one of our classmate, Nai and Mas called both of us at a same time. Hehe.. We went to class without taking our baths.! Ngee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Form 4, my classmates always referring to me if they want to sleep. If I am asleep, than it is ok for them to sleep. I was like some kind of an 'initiator' or a plug for them to sleep. Like if I sleep, then they have 'kawan' or 'geng' to sleep. Am I a sleeping partner eh? huhu..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe my brain is processing like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teacher is a sleeping fairy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Physics are bedtime stories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lectures are lullabies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And sweets are barbiturat??&lt;/span&gt; Because they don't wake me up even a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have the ability to sleep standing!~ When I was in Form 1, the monday assembly is so boring rite.. So I sleep standing until Kak Ismizah woke me up. Thought I was unconscious eh? &lt;br /&gt;Silly..Me..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to everybody who I had harmed, or will harm because of me being a sleepy head. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry teachers! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends really fond of taking my pics while I fell asleep. Ngehee.. And those pictures are scarily hideous. And some even say(ema), my eyelashes looks like erecting whenever I am sleepy. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And my friends once awarded me with the nick "Queen of Turu.. And I also received the award for '&lt;/span&gt; 'Best Female Sleepy Head' during my school reunion party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Really hope my undefined habit will not become more hazardous in Indonesia here. Huhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weird mE..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYTauY8TrcI/AAAAAAAAADA/R0JJnFJBuog/s1600-h/DSCN0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYTauY8TrcI/AAAAAAAAADA/R0JJnFJBuog/s200/DSCN0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297599552198782402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6308374994312153792?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6308374994312153792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzzzzz-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6308374994312153792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6308374994312153792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzzzzz-wake-up.html' title='ZzZzZz.. Wake Up!!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYTYYLFnVVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VVeDFyLRvSE/s72-c/PDVD_115.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4134871381468073262</id><published>2009-01-31T07:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:44:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Stinks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.saoa.faync.com/images/Body_Odor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 365px;" src="http://www.saoa.faync.com/images/Body_Odor.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body odor.. Oooooo..yeah.. I hate body odor!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why on earth those people who have that sickening BO never realize abt wat they are having? Or..they just ignore the 'problem'to the fact, it's natural!..&lt;br /&gt;nO!! it's not natural when you have body odor &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; u ignore it! and u let people around u 'enjoy' your stinky smell!! YUCKSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;I do have that bad smells at times. after a long day and works..but then, i try my best to cover it up and get over it by taking my BATH.. and what makes me really sick is people who have a 'constant' BO looks like they never know they are making me and other people fainting!&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Atiq, once said, "Atiq pelik la.. kenapa orang tk boleh bau yg die tu busuk?? Atiq bole je bau kalau Atiq busuk.."..haha.. btol tu atiq. They walk, they joke, they talk with their BO flying around and does not have any initiative to overcome it. &lt;br /&gt;It's ok la if you sometimes have that BO at the end of the day. it's normal. And it is better when you announce that your BO is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;attacking&lt;/span&gt; and warn those people around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Diorang tk bole bau ke badan die bau tengik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mcm mana diorng bole tido, makan dan blaja dgn bau yg dorg ade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adekah mereka dah immune dgn bau mereka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ataupun, adekah mereka suka dan enjoy bau mereka itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mereka ade masalah hidung ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mak bapak dorg, adek bradek, bofren, gefren tade ke tego dorg busok? kalau kakak aku entam je. ckp aku bawu cam telor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so hard to know whether u smells or not? Just lift your arm and smell your armpit!! And don't say.'eeww..disgusting..! when you yourself have that disgusting smell. Start smelling your own BO before it kills someone!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a bit shameful and hard-to-say, but it is even better if you ask your friends about your BO..because they are the one who smells you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And those with bad breath also make 'my eyes rolling'! Smell your own breath! Or to those insects around you..See if they die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like wanting to send secret anonymous letters to those with bad BO and spit it all out about how annoying is their 'natural perfume..'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYOe5ycM_EI/AAAAAAAAACw/cgFMXo7GX-g/s1600-h/banner_nooffense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYOe5ycM_EI/AAAAAAAAACw/cgFMXo7GX-g/s400/banner_nooffense.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297252302347631682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4134871381468073262?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4134871381468073262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/u.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4134871381468073262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4134871381468073262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/u.html' title='You Stinks!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SYOe5ycM_EI/AAAAAAAAACw/cgFMXo7GX-g/s72-c/banner_nooffense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6319829498836780644</id><published>2009-01-26T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:09:33.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For Remembering My Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3RRJRPpoI/AAAAAAAAACg/LNl_dxm0kBI/s1600-h/CIMG0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3RRJRPpoI/AAAAAAAAACg/LNl_dxm0kBI/s320/CIMG0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295618829333800578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3IFUKvV6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3cK8c3i0BGw/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3IFUKvV6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3cK8c3i0BGw/s320/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295608730496227234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually my bday will went all plain..and no special occasion. but this 20th birthday of mine really thoughtful and left a good memory for me. &lt;br /&gt;on the night of my bday, tety, amal and zub came to my room and singing 'happy bday' happily while i was stuck in front of my lappie..they got me a night gown.. and then came like a stampede my 'girls' joining the singing with some of them just contributed the noise with clapping their hands..hehe..--&gt;special to farah liana..&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit disappointed actually. because the 'girls' didn't get me anything for my birthday..but i figured, they might get me a piece of 'berkat' cake the next day..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning of 24th january: i woke up as usual..nothing less nothing more. postponed my bath..as usual also. then around 9.30 am i went to farah liana's room to find her all dressed up. and she told me she's going to jatos..all alone..! and suddenly, almost everybody was all dressed. tika and yana gave the same reason that they are going to buy some bread..while pah said she's going for breakfast which is not exactly what she always did..with herself all well dressed up. and then, i brought my already fungus-contaminated-bread and margarine to farah liana's room and suddenly the 'girls' came and said "jom!"..and i was like..what happened? then suddenly everybody was rushing me out, and I, luckily had the opportunity to change into my jeans went with them to somewhere..(yeah..i am not writing the 'vital' part of the story girls..!)&lt;br /&gt;and surprise!!they celebrated my bday at a swimming pool..it has an all-girls part. which is great. we enjoyed the 'swimming' and shouting like there was no other people there. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to jatos around 12 and had our lunches. and i was happy. very happy..i thought it stopped there. but i was wrong..while having my dinner with akmal, they brought out a cake! and it's not berkat's! it was a nice cake with a slice of peach on top of it. and it's delicious! and then i got a cute drink bottle from ema, a teddy bear from yana, a set of love letter from fadz, a room freshener from pah and elmi, a cute purple mug from su..thank u guys..&lt;br /&gt;25th jan..pah and yana, once in a blue moon was cooking some rice and told me they are going to cook tomyam..duhh..and after isyak..they all told me there will be a meeting later, which is clear on their face..they were lying! u guys are bad at lying la girls..and tadaaa~ there were a surprise celebration for me, aminah and fikri..the old people..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;so..3 surprises for a bday! thank u..&lt;br /&gt;and a big thanks to others who did remembered my bday..&lt;br /&gt;my cousin, ida..my sister, kak mia..my mommy..atiq..ungku fatimah..nazri..tina..izzah..raja..kak hanisah..amir..nuar..wan..hanif..ejan..si curang..afiq..all the girls here..and those who gave bday comments on my facebook, myspace, fster, ym, etc.. thanks a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3Hq24XZaI/AAAAAAAAACI/PILkUSJNBZQ/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3Hq24XZaI/AAAAAAAAACI/PILkUSJNBZQ/s320/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295608275957933474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6319829498836780644?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6319829498836780644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-remembering-my-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6319829498836780644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6319829498836780644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-remembering-my-day.html' title='Thanks For Remembering My Day..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SX3RRJRPpoI/AAAAAAAAACg/LNl_dxm0kBI/s72-c/CIMG0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6124733605782007150</id><published>2009-01-24T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:55:31.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 20!</title><content type='html'>I'm old..lucky me!~&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20! which means i'm not a 'teenager' anymore..&lt;br /&gt;so, people say 20 or 30 or whatever it is the number, is only a number.. &lt;br /&gt;But the thought that I already lived for a complete 2 decades kind of kills me. &lt;br /&gt;So, rite now, I am 20. And then the next 10 yrs I am going to be 30. Being 30 is the beginning of becoming old! And I only have ten more years to go!!&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I always thought that I won't live this long. I thought it's kind of weird to see myself as an adult. I thought I might just live for 18 years or so but never being 20. Silly cutey me! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I have lived for 2 decades and what are there to see in the past 20 yrs of my life? Nothing significant..&lt;br /&gt;20 yrs kind of teach me some lessons abt life. About how things work. About how people differ from each other. About how complicated it is to live your life. &lt;br /&gt;Things happen for a reason. So do numbers. God creates numbers and ages for reasons too I guess..&lt;br /&gt;I turn 1 yr older every 24th January.. So, at the same time, I am 1 yr closer to death..So, I should be prepared more to die. I am risking that so-called 'adult' diseases. While the cancer says 'hi' to 20, osteoporosis says 'welcome'. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Is it too early for me to worry abt all that and get freaking out abt being old?&lt;br /&gt;So, from today and 10 yrs onward, I am in the group of 'Girls in Twenties..' not anymore 'Teenage Girls..' which sounds more hippie..hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;I hope 20 will not disappoint me. I hope 20 will meet 21 in a smooth, happy, marvelous and enjoyable year. &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life 20! Hope you make my life more meaningful. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mommy becos had gave birth to me. at this time 20 yrs ago, she was all out for the sake of me..love u mak!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday ~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take benefit from five before five: your life before your death, your health before your illness, your spare time before you get busy, your youth before your old age and your wealth before your times of poverty." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet (salalahu alahi wa salam) said&lt;br /&gt;" The best of you is the one who lives the longest and does many good deeds."&lt;br /&gt;( Tirmidi 3/387, 2432) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z305/Luckysphotos/old_woman_smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 339px;" src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z305/Luckysphotos/old_woman_smoking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6124733605782007150?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6124733605782007150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6124733605782007150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6124733605782007150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-20.html' title='Welcome 20!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6670367035790108986</id><published>2009-01-16T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:52:36.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Not Go Down</title><content type='html'>A blinding flash of white light&lt;br /&gt;Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight&lt;br /&gt;People running for cover&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came with their tanks and their planes&lt;br /&gt;With ravaging fiery flames&lt;br /&gt;And nothing remains&lt;br /&gt;Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;br /&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools&lt;br /&gt;But our spirit will never die&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt;In Gaza tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and children alike&lt;br /&gt;Murdered and massacred night after night&lt;br /&gt;While the so-called leaders of countries afar&lt;br /&gt;Debated on who’s wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;But their powerless words were in vain&lt;br /&gt;And the bombs fell down like acid rain&lt;br /&gt;But through the tears and the blood and the pain&lt;br /&gt;You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt;In the night, without a fight&lt;br /&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools&lt;br /&gt;But our spirit will never die&lt;br /&gt;We will not go down&lt;br /&gt;In Gaza tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Heart&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.challenge-mag.com/illustrations/0107/gaza_coffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.challenge-mag.com/illustrations/0107/gaza_coffins.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6670367035790108986?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6670367035790108986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-will-not-go-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6670367035790108986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6670367035790108986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-will-not-go-down.html' title='We Will Not Go Down'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-3702372067923045167</id><published>2009-01-14T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:16:02.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Some Softener..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SW3XOLQ3CpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zcXqpZJZWQA/s1600-h/Fabric_Softener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SW3XOLQ3CpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zcXqpZJZWQA/s200/Fabric_Softener.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291121775771847314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a friend of mine, Yana, the one who always calls me 'Mak Tiri', "Kau guna softener tak untuk basuh baju?". Yana replied, " Guna, nk kasi wangi..". &lt;br /&gt;Once Su desperately wanted to have some softener and took Akmal's and left a stick-note to her, 'Aku amik softner kau sikit'.. And the note stuck at Akmal's door for days..&lt;br /&gt;From the name itself, the softener is used to soften your clothes and as a side effect, make them smell lovely. I love using the softener too, but then sometimes got too lazy to trouble myself. Because I think, without the softener, my clothes won't be that stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you ever think to put some softener to your heart and soul? Is there ANY softener for it? How do you know whether your heart is soft, hard or semi-soft or semi-hard or whatsoever it is? Being a soft-heart person doesn't mean you cry every time you watch a drama or saying 'yes' to everything and become a 'pak turut' or 'mak turut'. It is more about how you take in good things into your life and try to become a good person. &lt;br /&gt;And what are the reason for you to have a soft heart, when you already have a good life with a bad one? Get what I mean? NVM.. I think, being a soft-heart is almost a start for everything. With a soft heart being in there with you, there will be no fight, no yelling, no lies, no drugs, no murder, no bribes, no corruption, no war! And of course, some might say, 'Nobody is Perfect', and those nasty things are the colors of life. But please, don't choose yourself to put those nasty colors that will ruin yourself and others. Life is short. Life is about being a good servant to the God. There's no point of being a bad person when you know you can be a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's your life. You can choose whether you want to have a good heart or a bad one. There will be other people that will go to the same path you chose. So, there's no worry. Just like softener. It's up to you, whether you want to use them for your clothes or not. But then, having your clothes soft and smell good is much more better than having a stink and 'bau hapak' clothes. Your heart, you choose..~&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot simply have a 'good heart' by eating Quaker Oat ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Heart Is Hard Enough When You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Malas Melakukan Kataatan dan Amal Kebaikan&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidak Tersentuh Oleh Ayat Al-Qur’an &lt;br /&gt;3. Tidak Tersentuh dengan Ayat Kauniyah (pengajaran)&lt;br /&gt;4. Berlebihan Mencintai Dunia dan Melupakan Akhirat&lt;br /&gt;5. Kurang Mengagungkan Allah&lt;br /&gt;6. Kegersangan Hati (Tidak Tenang)&lt;br /&gt;7. Kemaksiatan Berantai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SW22ivN_DrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gQEfeEc3Gnw/s1600-h/18392.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SW22ivN_DrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gQEfeEc3Gnw/s320/18392.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291085845137133234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A happy birthday wish to my good friend &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Afiq Jaffaran&lt;/span&gt;. You're 20! May a wonderful life awaits you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-3702372067923045167?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3702372067923045167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-some-softener.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3702372067923045167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3702372067923045167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-some-softener.html' title='Have Some Softener..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SW3XOLQ3CpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zcXqpZJZWQA/s72-c/Fabric_Softener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-6158658727779023090</id><published>2009-01-14T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:38:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We One of Them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kartoen.be/cartoons/happysad/loveworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 520px;" src="http://www.kartoen.be/cartoons/happysad/loveworld.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari tsuban r.a berkata: Rasulullah S.A.W. bersabda: “hampir tiba suatu masa dimana bangsa bangsa dari seluruh dunia akan datang mengerumuni kamu bagaikan orang-orang yang hendak makan mengerumuni talam hidangan mereka .” Maka salah seorang sahabat bertanya : “Apakah kerana kami sedikit ketika itu?” Nabi S.A.W menjawab: “Bahkan kamu pada hari itu banyak sekali, tetapi kamu umpama buih di waktu banjir.” “Dan Allah akan mencabut rasa gerun terhadap kamu dari hati musuh-musuh kamu, dan Allah akan mencampakkan ke dalam hati kamu penyakit wahan .” Seorang sahabat bertanya : “Apakah wahan itu ya Rasulullah?” Nabi lalu menjawab: “Cinta pada dunia dan takut pada mati.” Hadis riwayat Abu Daud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-6158658727779023090?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/6158658727779023090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-we-one-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6158658727779023090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/6158658727779023090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-we-one-of-them.html' title='Are We One of Them?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7159148755239346239</id><published>2009-01-11T17:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:01:33.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Friends Girls..</title><content type='html'>Ok. By request from Farah Liana, I am gonna introduce my good friends here in Indonesia. Without them, I'll be crying and counting days to get back home. But becos they are so lovely and outspoken and wonderful and enjoyable and lovable, they make the atmosphere feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pipah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Very Slim..&lt;br /&gt;..calls me 'kak'..&lt;br /&gt;..has a low pitch voice..&lt;br /&gt;..byk songeh nk makan..&lt;br /&gt;..I call her Pah, but then it is nicer to call Hafifah..haha..&lt;br /&gt;..once 3G with her in the same tutorial class and sitting next to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Ak' Bale..&lt;br /&gt;..neat and tidy is probably her motto..&lt;br /&gt;..people call her 'cantek' bcos she is cantek..&lt;br /&gt;..lovely eyes..&lt;br /&gt;..loves Tom Yam..&lt;br /&gt;..we caught an old man watching pornography on a phone!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Farah Liana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Badang..&lt;br /&gt;..Her fav word is 'lagho!'..&lt;br /&gt;..Has a secret affair with Cecep..haha..&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Paun..&lt;br /&gt;..Always miss her friends..&lt;br /&gt;..Emo Girl..!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fadzreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Petai..&lt;br /&gt;..Loves downloading stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;..Anjang!!..&lt;br /&gt;..Don't eat pedas..&lt;br /&gt;..we once got onto a wrong 'Angkut Hijau' and had to walk back to Unpad..hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Tachycardia..&lt;br /&gt;..Loves Moooo Stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;..She says, 'aku ni otak tk brapa nk smpai'..&lt;br /&gt;..Loves my Ammer..&lt;br /&gt;..our exes are sucks..&lt;br /&gt;..we broke up on a same day!..&lt;br /&gt;..gergasi comel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss 'Social'!..hee..&lt;br /&gt;..dedicated to Jas..ngee..&lt;br /&gt;..sopan, baik, lemah lembut..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;..suka makan instant foods..&lt;br /&gt;..gagah perkasa..hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Akmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Sengal..&lt;br /&gt;..My bestie..&lt;br /&gt;..Her name will be the first in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;..Azreen is her girlfriend or boyfriend?..haa.&lt;br /&gt;..I hope she will always be healthy and fine..&lt;br /&gt;..Ayong!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss President..&lt;br /&gt;..Out Of Syllabus~..&lt;br /&gt;..suke malas nk buat ape2..&lt;br /&gt;..She knows German..very wellll..heee..&lt;br /&gt;..SOAD, Tokio Hotel is part of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hanisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Ustazah Rock!..&lt;br /&gt;..wanita bekerjaya..&lt;br /&gt;..Her room=Cinema..&lt;br /&gt;..ragged..&lt;br /&gt;..I always have the urge to keronyokkan tudung die yg tajam tu kejap..hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Lagu Ulang2..&lt;br /&gt;..always slept with her headphone on!!..&lt;br /&gt;..calls me 'garang'..paling baik pn calls me 'mak tiri'..&lt;br /&gt;..provide good services of DVD Borrowing..&lt;br /&gt;..I love her Milo, and Koko Krunch..&lt;br /&gt;..suke makan jajan!..ee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Farah Hani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Datin..&lt;br /&gt;..high determination of losing her weight..&lt;br /&gt;..love her laugh..&lt;br /&gt;..seangkatan dgn aku, su, hanisah..haha..&lt;br /&gt;..Loves her Jln 3 skool..&lt;br /&gt;..has a good voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Miss Love-Cats..&lt;br /&gt;..bought a clock to break the silence in her room..&lt;br /&gt;..cool aje..&lt;br /&gt;..has a good voice too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls really make my day, my week, my months..Hopefully, make my life..~&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Luv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s95.photobucket.com/albums/l149/pink_kittens/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG46691-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l149/pink_kittens/CIMG46691-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7159148755239346239?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7159148755239346239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever-friends-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7159148755239346239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7159148755239346239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever-friends-girls.html' title='Forever Friends Girls..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7987822477451411231</id><published>2009-01-09T09:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:33:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy..Mama..Mother..Luv U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWbhl8VjJAI/AAAAAAAAABs/RT7oKt5L-iw/s1600-h/DSCN0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWbhl8VjJAI/AAAAAAAAABs/RT7oKt5L-iw/s200/DSCN0918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289162854361146370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eldib.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/iraq-women-mother-dead-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://eldib.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/iraq-women-mother-dead-child.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is a great woman.. And I believe every mother is the same. Mothers do multiple tasking every now and then but we actually never really see that. I never felt being left out by mama when I was a kid, although, she is a career woman and dedicated with her job as a teacher. When I was small, she used to send me to this scary auntie(God bless her) to look after me when she was at work. I always cried and asked to go with Mama to school(if i was awake). She promised to buy me 'mekap' as I wished to calm me down. And she did! Even though it was just a Three Beauty compact powder, but she did remembered what I wished. I was very happy that time. And years past, Mama always been there for me. &lt;br /&gt;I watched several movies that convey abt mothers being overprotective and mischievous person. And the mothers had quarrels and arguments with their kids. And the kids will be all stressed out and left their annoying mums. The End.. And the viewers will digest the stories and give an approving nod to the kids and blame the mothers. Oh, come on.. &lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie 'Awake' with my friends. It was a story abt a guy who fell in love with a girl and have an overprotected and rich mother who hates his gf. Then, he needed to undergo a heart surgery by a friend doctor. But the mother didn't approve as she knew the doctor often malpractices. But the son insists. And I started to rattle on how inappropriate to ignore your mother. In the end, the mother gets it right. The doctor and the gf are having plans to fail the surgery. In the end, the mother sacrifices herself and gave up her heart for her beloved son.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mother is not just any other ordinary person in this world. She gave birth to you, she took care of you, she cooked for you, she did the laundry for you, and now, just because your mind and hers is not think alike anymore, you just wanna leave her? And because your mother doesn't like your girlfriend or boyfriend, you suddenly want to shut her out of your life? And run? It's in newspapers all around. Girls leaving families for their 'true love' and elope.. Well, in my opinion, that was just rude. After all those cares and love that had been showered by the parents, you want to leave them for a boy/girl? It's not fair. Just count, how many years have you spent with your mother compared to your 'other' love ones. How much money and time your mother had spent for you than your bf/gf? Just because he said, 'i love you with all my heart', and she said 'i will be there for you forever', your mother is not important anymore? Is it worth it? To leave all the good things and memories with your mother for the sake of love?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Status of A Mother In Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a man came to see the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny. It seemed that he was trying to solve something but couldn't quite work it out. So he asked the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny. "Tell me, O Prophet of Allah! I have many relatives and many friends whom I love, and whom I wish to care for and help. But I often find it difficult to decide which of them has the greatest claim upon me? Which of them should come first?" The Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny replied immediately, "Your mother should come first and before all others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was very pleased to have this clear guidance from the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny. But of course there were all his other relatives and his friends, so he asked again: "And after my mother, who has the greatest claim upon me?" The Prophet Muhammad's, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny reply this second time surprised him. "Your mother!" he said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man wondered why the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny was repeating himself. Perhaps he had not spoken clearly, the man thought, so he asked the question again, "What I want to know is, after my mother, who has the greatest claim upon me? Again the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him and his progeny said "your mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWbdzVm2U5I/AAAAAAAAABk/LpKEFNWHVIs/s1600-h/mother4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWbdzVm2U5I/AAAAAAAAABk/LpKEFNWHVIs/s200/mother4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289158686436381586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7987822477451411231?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7987822477451411231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommymamamotherluv-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7987822477451411231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/7987822477451411231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/mommymamamotherluv-u.html' title='Mommy..Mama..Mother..Luv U!'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWbhl8VjJAI/AAAAAAAAABs/RT7oKt5L-iw/s72-c/DSCN0918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4935410204790431163</id><published>2009-01-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:41:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWaOaN4DtJI/AAAAAAAAABc/GAcd8mNmJ0I/s1600-h/The+real+Masjid+Al+Aqsa-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWaOaN4DtJI/AAAAAAAAABc/GAcd8mNmJ0I/s200/The+real+Masjid+Al+Aqsa-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289071393445754002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. That, Masjidul Al Aqsa was the second Masjid on earth.&lt;br /&gt;   2. That, it was built 40 years after the Ka’ba in Makkah.&lt;br /&gt;   3. That, most scholars are of the opinion that Masjidul Al Aqsa was first built by Prophet Adam [as].&lt;br /&gt;   4. That, Ibrahim [as] rebuilt the Masjidul Al Aqsa in Jerusalem as he and Ismail [as] rebuilt the Ka’ba in Makkah.&lt;br /&gt;   5. That, Prophet Daud [as] began the rebuilding of Masjidul Al Aqsa.&lt;br /&gt;   6. That, it was Prophet Sulayman [as] who finally completed the building of Masjidul Al Aqsa.&lt;br /&gt;   7. That, Masjidul Al Aqsa built by Sulayman [as] was destroyed in 587 BC by Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;   8. That, the Jews call this same Masjidul Al Aqsa built by Sulayman [as] as their Temple.&lt;br /&gt;   9. That, the Jews re-built their Temple on them same site in 167 BC but was destroyed in 70 AD and Jews banished from Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;  10. That, the site of Masjidul Al Aqsa remained barren and was used as a rubbish tip for nearly 600 years until the Great Khalifah Umar bin Khattab liberated Jerusalem in 637/8 AD.&lt;br /&gt;  11. That, the Khalifah Umar bin Khattab began the foundation of Masjidul Al Aqsa and a timber mosque was built.&lt;br /&gt;  12. That, the Umayyad Khalifah, Abd’ al Malik ibn Marwan in 691/2 [72/73 AH] began the construction of, Dome of the Rock – today this is the Golden Domed Mosque.&lt;br /&gt;  13. That, the al Buraq wall or Western Wall where Prophet Muhammad [saas] tied his animal the Buraq on the night journey of al Isra is what the Jews call the wailing wall.&lt;br /&gt;  14. That, to Muslims it is the land or the Haram Sharif area which is most holy and important.&lt;br /&gt;  15. That, the Haram area of Al Aqsa has within it the Masjidul Al Aqsa [Black Domed Mosque] and Dome of the Rock [the Golden Domed Mosque].&lt;br /&gt;  16. That, Israel occupied Masjidul Al Aqsa in 1967.&lt;br /&gt;  17. That, the fundamentalist Jews have made 100’s of attempts to destroy Al Aqsa since 1967 when they occupied it. A fire in 1967 started by their help destroyed the 900 year old Mimbar installed by Slaudeen Ayub, the Great Muslim Hero.&lt;br /&gt;  18. That, the fundamentalist want to blow up and destroy Masjidul Al Aqsa and replace it with a Jewish Temple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4935410204790431163?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4935410204790431163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4935410204790431163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4935410204790431163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWaOaN4DtJI/AAAAAAAAABc/GAcd8mNmJ0I/s72-c/The+real+Masjid+Al+Aqsa-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-3356919068625423168</id><published>2009-01-07T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:55:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hope For Them..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imemc.org/cache/imagecache/local/attachments/apr2008/400_0___10000000_0_0_0_0_0_aaron_palestine_062.preview1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://www.imemc.org/cache/imagecache/local/attachments/apr2008/400_0___10000000_0_0_0_0_0_aaron_palestine_062.preview1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdzikir Dengan Nama Tuhanmu&lt;br /&gt;Bermunajatlah Di Tengah Malam&lt;br /&gt;Bertaubatlah Padanya Penuh Rasa Hamba&lt;br /&gt;Agar Doa Kita Di.. Makbulkan&lt;br /&gt;Agar Palestina Kita Genggam Semula&lt;br /&gt;Agar Palestin Bebas Di Tangan Kita&lt;br /&gt;Kembali Damai Disirami Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebenaran Al-Quran Dan Sunnah&lt;br /&gt;Palestina Kan Dimiliki Lagi&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah Allah Dan Hindarkan Dosa&lt;br /&gt;Palestin Kan Aman Lagi&lt;br /&gt;Dengan Ketaatan Dan Amalan Soleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palestine You Will Regain Your Land&lt;br /&gt;Remember Allah And Stay Away From Sin&lt;br /&gt;Palestine Will Be At Peace Again&lt;br /&gt;And Filled With The Worship Of Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan Kata Dan Ketaqwaan&lt;br /&gt;Pada Allah Yang Maha Kuasa&lt;br /&gt;Ketakutan Dan Kelemahan&lt;br /&gt;Peluru Dan Dentuman&lt;br /&gt;Bukan Lagi Penghalang&lt;br /&gt;Pembelaan Allah Akan Datang&lt;br /&gt;Palestin... Palestin... Palestin&lt;br /&gt;Palestin... Palestin...&lt;br /&gt;Palestin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-3356919068625423168?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3356919068625423168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-for-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3356919068625423168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3356919068625423168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/hope-for-them.html' title='A Hope For Them..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-9112503744820668545</id><published>2009-01-06T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:35:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc120/slave786/free_palestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc120/slave786/free_palestine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things are going quite rough for the muslims today. With Palestine being attack savagely. And people thoughtfully have send emails, forward messages to pray for the victims in there. It is kind of hurtful if someone ignore all this messages and not even take a minute to understand what it is all about especially when they are actually a muslim too? Some of you might find this silly. But there are actually people out there who never really care. All they care about is their own life that they think are the worst ever. Did they ever imagine themselves at those victims places? I sometimes want to yell aloud at people who keeps whining about how sad and dreadful their life is. About how their fats showing, how hideous they are, and even how ugly their bags are! I mean, look around you! There are more lives out there suffering than your silly old bag. There are more people out there who actually want to have some fat you actually have. &lt;br /&gt;Ignorance.. Some people like to be ignored or they themselves ignore others. Both are bad. We actually living in this world by other people favors. You cannot live your life all alone. People have to mingle around and digest in some good advises. What's wrong in being a better man? Be thoughtful.. Be wiser..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-9112503744820668545?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/9112503744820668545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/9112503744820668545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/9112503744820668545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-man.html' title='A Better Man?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-4874602448014223740</id><published>2009-01-06T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:08:43.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets..Do you have one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/archive/mamet-secret-shame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/archive/mamet-secret-shame.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading Can You Keep A Secret? It is a nice, heartwarming book. I do learn something from that book. So, can u keep a little secret from everybody? When people hissing around to people close to them and say, 'it's a secret..', does it really can be considered as a secret? To the fact that they actually already told 'someone' their secret, it shouldn't be called as a secret, isn't it? So what is secret is all about? And why actually people keep things as a secret? I think, the less secrets you keep, the easier the life goes. Secrets will bring people to lie. And lying is not a good thing, for sure. But then, it's life we are talking about. Secrets are everywhere. And there are people who love to have secrets, and people who love to nose about secrets of others (like what i used to be..before..).. And one more thing I just don't quite really get is why people are so ashamed of picking up their nose? And the fact that people might know they did so? It's just an innocent, nice looking nose and there are clusters of dusts in there and you just want to pick it out from your nose? Is that a crime? I think people should be more ashamed of doing drugs and alcohols or whatsoever than picking up their little nose.. It's just a nose and some dusts.. maybe someday i will make a campaign to support picking up your nose..hehe..it's healthy rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-4874602448014223740?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/4874602448014223740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/secretsdo-you-have-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4874602448014223740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/4874602448014223740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/secretsdo-you-have-one.html' title='Secrets..Do you have one?'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1243531652708449780</id><published>2009-01-05T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:03:51.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Tahun Baru Daripada Keyda Cayunk!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWIFHcX15aI/AAAAAAAAABU/xx25TeXFFl4/s1600-h/m_ac0bb15c4cca4fca929f5e6b18e3ab48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWIFHcX15aI/AAAAAAAAABU/xx25TeXFFl4/s320/m_ac0bb15c4cca4fca929f5e6b18e3ab48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287794537919800738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apakah benda yang paling penting dalam hidup kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mak, laptop, rumah, makanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apakah benda terakhir yang kamu beli dengan wang sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Handphone! Tu pn dapat duet sket dr mak.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dimanakah tempat impian perkahwinan kamu??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Kat umah jela. Jauh2 susah pulak makcik2 nk datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Berapa lama hubungan kamu berkekalan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Hubungan ape? tk spesifik..tanak jwb.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Adakah anda dilamun cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; oh..tidak sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dimanakah restoran terakhir kamu makan malam?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Lapangan Tembak, Jatos, Bandung, Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;   Senibong, Johor Bahru, Johor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Namakan buku terakhir yang kamu beli?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Tanye amal.. huhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Apakah nama penuh kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ala..bru nk rhsia identiti.. shafiqah abdullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kamu lebih senang dengan mak atau ayah?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Mak..Abah pn ok la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Namakan seseorang yang kamu ingin jumpa untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidup anda?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nabi Muhammad..Ngee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sebutkan 8 nama sahabat yang paling rapat dengan kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 1. Ejan Januari&lt;br /&gt;   2. Atiq Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;   3. Nana Black&lt;br /&gt;   4. AJ Mang&lt;br /&gt;   5. Maira Madonna&lt;br /&gt;   6. Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;   7. Umi Tipah&lt;br /&gt;   8. Akmal Siot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Adakah kamu mencuci pakaian kamu sendiri??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Hm. Adelah sket2. Laundry yg byk basuhkan. Ibu Bale yg tk kasi basuh sdiri. Bkn salah aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tempat yang paling seronok kamu mahu pergi?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Italy! yeay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Butirkan 5 perkara tentang orang yang tag kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Somel, suka senyum, cpt je dpt bf bru(hehe), friendly, materialistik..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 8 perkara yang amat saya gilai?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Tido..Internet..Kucing..Novel..Shopping..Muvi..Balik Msia..Mengumpat..ngee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pelukan atau ciuman?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ciom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. 8 perkataan yang sering diucapkan?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Allahuakbar(setiap kali solat), wei, bengong, tak, boleh, belah, kawan-kawan, akmal.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 8 buah buku yang paling baru baca?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The Undomestic Goddess, Physiology, embryology, gynaecology, can u keep a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 8 lagu yang saya boleh dengar berulang kali?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Cry- Rihanna, PS I'm Still Not Over You- Rihanna, Lucky-Jason Mraz&amp;Colbie, If I Were A Boy-Beyonce, Me,myself and I-Beyonce, So what-pink, Most Girls- Pink, My Boo-Usher&amp;Alicia Keys..lagu2 yg yana slalu ulang..tpkse dgr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mari Men ' tag ' 8 orang len..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; sume org..! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1243531652708449780?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1243531652708449780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-tahun-baru-daripada-keyda-cayunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1243531652708449780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1243531652708449780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-tahun-baru-daripada-keyda-cayunk.html' title='Tag Tahun Baru Daripada Keyda Cayunk!~'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWIFHcX15aI/AAAAAAAAABU/xx25TeXFFl4/s72-c/m_ac0bb15c4cca4fca929f5e6b18e3ab48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-1352342573958831830</id><published>2009-01-04T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:33:29.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Little Cats..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWC5yYb4ZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Kkdn599LnlE/s1600-h/DSC06163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWC5yYb4ZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Kkdn599LnlE/s320/DSC06163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287430237736953058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad once told me that or actually warn me, don't call the cats(the usual rhyme that ppl use) like u are going to feed them, when u have actually no food to offer.. it's just cruel. Animals do have feelings. Treat them well. I really hate it when seeing people happily hit stray cats like they are some kind of an untreated disease. Yes, cats do bring about diseases, but so do people around you. Would u hit those other people too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt cats. I have this weird female cat back at home which ate her own baby kitten. Yucks! I am not sure whether the kitten already dead by the time the mother started to eat her, but still..it is disgusting. And my dad said the mother finished her baby leaving only the head! Eww.. Gross.. My sister can't even stand looking at the pictures I took.. What is happening to world? Even the cats are getting weird. Hm.. Here's the pic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-1352342573958831830?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/1352342573958831830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-little-cats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1352342573958831830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/1352342573958831830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/poor-little-cats.html' title='Poor Little Cats..'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWC5yYb4ZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/Kkdn599LnlE/s72-c/DSC06163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-3773715615355836353</id><published>2009-01-04T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:33:27.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Legend'/><title type='text'>Urban Legends : Rumor Has It</title><content type='html'>Soo...&lt;br /&gt;Based from somewhere..urban legend is..&lt;br /&gt;Definition: An apocryphal, secondhand story told as true and plausible enough to be believed, about some horrific, embarrassing, ironic, or exasperating series of events that supposedly happened to a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..to be short..it is stories or legends or so-called facts that are not true..&lt;br /&gt;i notice nowadays, ppl are easily hoaxed by all these urban legends.. i am not discussing whether Puteri Gunung Ledang or Sangkuriang of Tangkuban Perahu is really exist or not. Rite now is abt the new version of myths and lies.. For example: the stories abt some girls in singapore who got raped and had been given pills called Rohypnol and Progesterex.. I google this thing ( some of my friends call me 'miss google) and found out it's a myth.. Rohypnol do exist..but the scarier Progesterex are unknown n nowhere to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is that, ppl are so easily dumbfounded that they instantly copy these 'facts' and forward them to their friends..without knowing whether it is true or not. so, mybe most of them are being nice and thoughtful to warn their girlfriends of the dangers around them..but.. come on..expand something exact and precise..stop being someone who keeps nodding to everything...up until when my dear?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..one more thing.. abt forward messages..especially those islamic-like messages that down in the end saying.. 'plz forward this to 10 ppl..or else u will have a bad year or watsoever that is bad laa..'.. Can it be right? It is a good thing to post and give these kind of good advises especially abt our beloved religion..but plz.. forget the last sentence. Islam is not a religion that forcing its followers.. It is a safe and peace religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be careful when spreading words of Islam..If it's wrong, it might hurt ur Iman and Tauhid.. And recently and all-times fav spread-the-words are the word 'BYE'.. they say u cannot use that word any longer bcos it gives bad meaning. but i read it from someone's blog who is studying in Egypt, kids there normally call their dad as 'ya babi..ya babi..'(originally 'abi'). So, do we have to stop them addressing their fathers 'babi' just becos in malay it means pig? &lt;br /&gt;Same goes to the word 'bye'. We use it as part of our daily conversation. what is more important is our intention or 'niat'..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-3773715615355836353?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/3773715615355836353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/urban-legends-rumor-has-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3773715615355836353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/3773715615355836353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/urban-legends-rumor-has-it.html' title='Urban Legends : Rumor Has It'/><author><name>Qoka..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07099489663991934063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/S1H9F-8gOZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/f58iApCCFrU/S220/Image71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-7365440796730063390</id><published>2009-01-04T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:04:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If He Really Cares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWBDL7QKtfI/AAAAAAAAABE/QBmirYiNWcw/s1600-h/free_palestine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C0umWpoYtfA/SWBDL7QKtfI/AAAAAAAAABE/QBmirYiNWcw/s320/free_palestine.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299834696087026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;Come take a walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend we're just two people and&lt;br /&gt;You're not better than me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you look in the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;Were you a lonely boy?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lonely boy?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lonely boy?&lt;br /&gt;How can you say&lt;br /&gt;No child is left behind?&lt;br /&gt;We're not dumb and we're not blind.&lt;br /&gt;They're all sitting in your cells&lt;br /&gt;While you pave the road to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?&lt;br /&gt;And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what the first lady has to say&lt;br /&gt;You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?&lt;br /&gt;How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage with a baby on the way&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Building a bed out of a cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;You don't know nothing 'bout hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;Hard work&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;How do you walk with your head held high?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;You'd never take a walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-7365440796730063390?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/7365440796730063390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-he-really-cares.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405944361008695065.post-955753536623102846</id><published>2009-01-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:54:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working out..</title><content type='html'>hello..ppl of the world.&lt;br /&gt;its 2009.. and i am starting to write a new blog. &lt;br /&gt;rite now..&lt;br /&gt;i am imagining myself as Kate Winslet in The Holiday with her spectacles on and typing on and on..(donno if the 'image' exist or not.)&lt;br /&gt;but..the real thing..here i am. sitting on my bed. w/o spectacles..&lt;br /&gt;and writing these nonsense while actually i have so many other things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;this blog shld contain noting..&lt;br /&gt;but will means a lot to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is lyfe rite..&lt;br /&gt;not everytinhg u treasure with all ur heart is also treasured by other ppl..&lt;br /&gt;and u cannot expect everyone else to know wats in ur head and do exactly the way u want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qoka..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;sheqa&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405944361008695065-955753536623102846?l=im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/feeds/955753536623102846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/955753536623102846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405944361008695065/posts/default/955753536623102846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-so-into-myself.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-out.html' title='working 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