<?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-6992689888475782386</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:23:25.739+08:00</updated><category term='Activities'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Travelling'/><category term='hidup'/><category term='Riddle'/><category term='i want'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='motivational stuff'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Silent Pondering'/><category term='experience'/><category term='song'/><category term='melalut'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='places to go'/><category term='alone'/><category term='ice-cream'/><category term='hypocrite'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='Kesah dan Pengajaran'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Book review'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Interest'/><category term='Past'/><category term='macam bagus'/><category term='I&apos;m Sorry'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='Parasite'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Dream a Lil' Dream</title><subtitle type='html'>....of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5926816096844705559</id><published>2011-06-03T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:35:56.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...di perhentian itu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x18s36KXeYQ/Te80IJQXIHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2PBvPd--8Qc/s1600/edited-328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x18s36KXeYQ/Te80IJQXIHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2PBvPd--8Qc/s320/edited-328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615764574882439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdf6sepFQFQ/TeiVBDUbBWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/H8rzLKOBI8Q/s1600/edited-347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qdf6sepFQFQ/TeiVBDUbBWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/H8rzLKOBI8Q/s320/edited-347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613900780820694370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a slice of heaven on earth...&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin pulang....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5926816096844705559?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5926816096844705559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/di-perhentian-itu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5926816096844705559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5926816096844705559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2011/06/di-perhentian-itu.html' title='...di perhentian itu'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x18s36KXeYQ/Te80IJQXIHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2PBvPd--8Qc/s72-c/edited-328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5843278626907546144</id><published>2010-09-29T10:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:40:40.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum wbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demm...Been so long. I forgot my password n all already. Hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things went on since last yr. Lost count on how many buckets of tears I've cried, how many hours i've spent laughing with my buddies, how much calories Ive burnt with my seasonal workouts (yes, seasonal, on off, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada xdak huhu&lt;/span&gt;). Forgot most of the things..haish...m getting old obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I can never forget... 18 Sept 2010, the day I was made believed that all good things come to those who wait  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/TKKrMukH4vI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aJFFeVz4cuM/s1600/cincin-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/TKKrMukH4vI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aJFFeVz4cuM/s320/cincin-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522164328255972082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I thank YOU. Knowing the amount of effort on your part to turn this into a reality. From the bottom of my heart, the deepest recesses of my soul, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a couple of hectic months, for me and my family. Planning, preparing and SPENDING hahaha. All these during Ramadhan. Thnx to my big sista who never fails to support and help me in any way she can! From the hantaran, sewing beads, clear out the junks in the house to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengandam n &lt;/span&gt;make-up&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jugak&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best rupanya ada kakak2. Hahahaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry to my friends who were kept in the dark about this...Bukan apa, I segan u. Hahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually, I didnt want to disturb you guys since most of you guys still beraya in kampung.  Furthermore, it was a small ceremony. Those who did come, thnx!!! Really happy to see you guys seeing me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malu2 kucing gitu. Bukan senang nak tgk hokay. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I want is to move forward. Let bygones be bygones. Let's bury the hatchet. To those i've hurt, either intentionally or unintentionally, I beg ur forgiveness. To those who's wronged me, I forgive you. I just dont want to live in the past anymore. I'm starting a new life. Please pray for my happiness and I will too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the journey has begun for me...a lil' scary and lots of excitement hahaha and filled with bumps and jumps but it's ok... Life is after all, not a fairy tale. :)  All in all, I just hope this will be the turning point in my life, where I can finally find peace and contentment...and a sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom kawennn!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5843278626907546144?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5843278626907546144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5843278626907546144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5843278626907546144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/TKKrMukH4vI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aJFFeVz4cuM/s72-c/cincin-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8071133796614017467</id><published>2010-03-29T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:21:17.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><title type='text'>aku ingin pulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7Ab23V3YrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yP7-_Ly_ERQ/s1600/IMG_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7Ab23V3YrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yP7-_Ly_ERQ/s320/IMG_0696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453889778128216754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7AbdKmmoVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/o7-ar1Raajc/s1600/IMG_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7AbdKmmoVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/o7-ar1Raajc/s320/IMG_0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453889336622096722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7AabyQDpjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-zzCuDhCVmQ/s1600/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7AabyQDpjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-zzCuDhCVmQ/s320/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453888213393581618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke sini lg....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8071133796614017467?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8071133796614017467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/aku-ingin-pulang.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8071133796614017467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8071133796614017467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/aku-ingin-pulang.html' title='aku ingin pulang'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/S7Ab23V3YrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yP7-_Ly_ERQ/s72-c/IMG_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6648068055964088581</id><published>2009-10-15T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:33:51.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sengal!ahhaahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Got this in my email...no words to describe the utter dumbness dis woman displayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StbB4wslbiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VjLo98SU-bc/s1600-h/facebook+privacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StbB4wslbiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VjLo98SU-bc/s320/facebook+privacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392710784711487010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6648068055964088581?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6648068055964088581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/sengalahhaahah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6648068055964088581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6648068055964088581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/sengalahhaahah.html' title='Sengal!ahhaahah'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StbB4wslbiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/VjLo98SU-bc/s72-c/facebook+privacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7731971770005079999</id><published>2009-10-15T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:25:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder in the American courts</title><content type='html'>These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are (purportedly) things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place. Hard to believe some of these - but they are pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "And why did that upset you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "My name is Susan!"&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Gucci sweats and Reeboks."&lt;br /&gt;_____________ _______________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Are you sexually active?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "No, I just lie there."&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "This Myasthenia Gravis, does it affect your memory at all?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "And in what way does it affect your memory?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "I forget."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?"&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "We both do."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Voodoo?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "We do."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "You do?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Yes, voodoo."&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Did you actually pass the bar exam?"&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "He's twenty, much like your IQ."&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Were you present when your picture was taken?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Are you shitting me?"&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "And what were you doing at that time?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Getting laid."&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "She had three children, right?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "How many were boys?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "None."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Were there any girls?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS :  "Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?"&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "How was your first marriage terminated?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "By death."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "And by whose death was it terminated?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Take a guess."&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Can you describe the individual?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "He was about medium height and had a beard."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Was this a male or a female?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Unless the circus was in town, I'm going with male."&lt;br /&gt;_________ ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "No, this is how I dress when I go to work."&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight."&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Oral."&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Do you recall the time that you examined the body?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "The autopsy started around 8:30 pm."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "If not, he was by the time I finished."&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Are you qualified to give a urine sample?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Are you qualified to ask that question?"&lt;br /&gt;_____________ _________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best for last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "No."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Did you check for blood pressure?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "No."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "Did you check for breathing?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "No."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "No."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "How can you be so sure, doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar."&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: "I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?"&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS:   "Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practising law."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7731971770005079999?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7731971770005079999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/disorder-in-american-courts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7731971770005079999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7731971770005079999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/disorder-in-american-courts.html' title='Disorder in the American courts'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6063456482968475117</id><published>2009-10-14T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:16:13.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that Endures....</title><content type='html'>A touching story.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StUlS3cGxrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u0wsrwDvCi8/s1600-h/red-roses-photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StUlS3cGxrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u0wsrwDvCi8/s320/red-roses-photo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392257134895744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.&lt;br /&gt;And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.&lt;br /&gt;The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.&lt;br /&gt;The card said, "Be my Love," like all the years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.&lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.&lt;br /&gt;He always liked to do things early, way before the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.&lt;br /&gt;Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.&lt;br /&gt;While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour, as on her Birthday before,&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.&lt;br /&gt;The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,&lt;br /&gt;Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"&lt;br /&gt;The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."&lt;br /&gt;"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."&lt;br /&gt;"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,&lt;br /&gt;And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.&lt;br /&gt;There also is another thing, that I think you should know,&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,&lt;br /&gt;That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.&lt;br /&gt;For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.&lt;br /&gt;That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you and I know I always will.&lt;br /&gt;But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,&lt;br /&gt;When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,&lt;br /&gt;And place the roses where we are, together once again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6063456482968475117?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6063456482968475117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-that-endures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6063456482968475117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6063456482968475117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-that-endures.html' title='Love that Endures....'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StUlS3cGxrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u0wsrwDvCi8/s72-c/red-roses-photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5369585784494668658</id><published>2009-10-12T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:39:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in History</title><content type='html'>got my head spinnned real fast after reading an article bout this last month..hmm...seems like there's so much things we are concealed from..hmm..wont be such a stretchafter all if i say most ppl today 'buta sejarah'. err...termasuk aku...we must dig into the past before we can fully understand who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StKVs3QTNbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gFD2jzg33jE/s1600-h/Utusan+Malaysia+29+Julai+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StKVs3QTNbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gFD2jzg33jE/s320/Utusan+Malaysia+29+Julai+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391536301895005618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5369585784494668658?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/StKVs3QTNbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gFD2jzg33jE/s72-c/Utusan+Malaysia+29+Julai+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6738167266339017420</id><published>2009-10-09T10:32:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:10:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6o__e3jGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HuJAckZRVnw/s1600-h/_MG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6o__e3jGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HuJAckZRVnw/s320/_MG_3594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390431621335190626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as time stood still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6mNIicCWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SzKucMoqi7I/s1600-h/_MG_3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6mNIicCWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SzKucMoqi7I/s320/_MG_3592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390428548569500002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love the colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6lt27beTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s4QUYgi75Gs/s1600-h/_MG_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6lt27beTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s4QUYgi75Gs/s320/_MG_3583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390428011266537778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gamba curik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6li_7NOyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/v-lN68dhWPU/s1600-h/_MG_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6li_7NOyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/v-lN68dhWPU/s320/_MG_3455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390427824702962466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness is in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6lcadtACI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9_b0bbfjuSI/s1600-h/_MG_3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6lcadtACI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9_b0bbfjuSI/s320/_MG_3448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390427711567888418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comel kan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6k8GbRPHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nVKbuOdl5eU/s1600-h/IMG_5181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6k8GbRPHI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nVKbuOdl5eU/s320/IMG_5181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390427156433157234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;errr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6kwZvNMGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/evaxt0AkQkg/s1600-h/IMG_5122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6kwZvNMGI/AAAAAAAAAVk/evaxt0AkQkg/s320/IMG_5122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390426955458621538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the world happines: just like we once had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6kosvUagI/AAAAAAAAAVc/77461utBjSQ/s1600-h/IMG_5077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6kosvUagI/AAAAAAAAAVc/77461utBjSQ/s320/IMG_5077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390426823120415234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet kan dorg??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6kGXdRb1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/BDJlxMwYdwU/s1600-h/IMG_5006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6kGXdRb1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/BDJlxMwYdwU/s320/IMG_5006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390426233292025682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6j5xIdHKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HIzHh3ELkns/s1600-h/IMG_5000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6j5xIdHKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HIzHh3ELkns/s320/IMG_5000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390426016845733026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;body dat gurl mmg sengaja xdimasukkan dlm gamba,harap maklum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jlynWcuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lBX_KmUpdtw/s1600-h/IMG_5003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jlynWcuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lBX_KmUpdtw/s320/IMG_5003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390425673646371554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kancil letak tayar cm SUV...tu blum letak tangga skali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jfqcLmMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pA1nJnUfSdA/s1600-h/IMG_5001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jfqcLmMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/pA1nJnUfSdA/s320/IMG_5001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390425568372824258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mcm nite rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jVShJIMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SJDWy-GJzmw/s1600-h/IMG_4999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jVShJIMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SJDWy-GJzmw/s320/IMG_4999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390425390152491202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seswai ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jIIvXEYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uO8Rw5Ojr_Q/s1600-h/IMG_4995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6jIIvXEYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uO8Rw5Ojr_Q/s320/IMG_4995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390425164189471106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tgh berkira2 nk convert Waja nya juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6i0t16Y3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Km12l2OqCgA/s1600-h/IMG_4961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6i0t16Y3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/Km12l2OqCgA/s320/IMG_4961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424830551679858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;umah bala/disney...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6io93hbAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/19z3GbaaNUE/s1600-h/IMG_4962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6io93hbAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/19z3GbaaNUE/s320/IMG_4962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424628694969346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once,my home away from home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6ii4WbWlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aGC1riMHLRc/s1600-h/IMG_4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6ii4WbWlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aGC1riMHLRc/s320/IMG_4957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424524134767186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naga 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6iLjqIV-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/IFuvZ417du8/s1600-h/IMG_4946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6iLjqIV-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/IFuvZ417du8/s320/IMG_4946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390424123443271650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He, who holds the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6h87VFILI/AAAAAAAAAT8/17MjvaSedkE/s1600-h/IMG_4942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6h87VFILI/AAAAAAAAAT8/17MjvaSedkE/s320/IMG_4942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423872099393714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air Limau Asam Boi Subaidah...*drool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6hkdNJfhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k1DnmVpaiTA/s1600-h/IMG_4902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6hkdNJfhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k1DnmVpaiTA/s320/IMG_4902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390423451696201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dataran Merdeka @ midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6hI6gKWMI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZB9fdSNIeZw/s1600-h/IMG_4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6hI6gKWMI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZB9fdSNIeZw/s320/IMG_4884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422978524240066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6738167266339017420?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6738167266339017420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-getaway-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6738167266339017420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6738167266339017420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekend-getaway-pt-2.html' title='Weekend Getaway Pt. 2'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6o__e3jGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HuJAckZRVnw/s72-c/_MG_3594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5675742612488432947</id><published>2009-10-09T09:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:11:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6bQ3XdiRI/AAAAAAAAATc/-v_iDzdWfws/s1600-h/IMG_5174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6bQ3XdiRI/AAAAAAAAATc/-v_iDzdWfws/s320/IMG_5174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416518051629330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;membasahkan tekak sambil tgu AEW keluar hospital @ Ampang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6bAxRUClI/AAAAAAAAATU/dwcVBneybD4/s1600-h/IMG_5131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6bAxRUClI/AAAAAAAAATU/dwcVBneybD4/s320/IMG_5131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390416241537321554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonker Street @ Dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6axuCahpI/AAAAAAAAATM/H7N2rjp0yE0/s1600-h/IMG_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6axuCahpI/AAAAAAAAATM/H7N2rjp0yE0/s320/IMG_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390415982971487890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roses in bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6aPksWy7I/AAAAAAAAATE/gcrpqUC0BHg/s1600-h/IMG_5023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6aPksWy7I/AAAAAAAAATE/gcrpqUC0BHg/s320/IMG_5023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390415396347497394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tunggu sekejap wahai kasih....kerana hujan masih renyai. yeah..it was drizzling @ that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6Z48Gev7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/SbmeGzTOh5g/s1600-h/IMG_4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6Z48Gev7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/SbmeGzTOh5g/s320/IMG_4940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390415007494094770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subaidah....nothin' beats those ciken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6Za5vk6aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/77UYJ_TylFQ/s1600-h/IMG_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6Za5vk6aI/AAAAAAAAAS0/77UYJ_TylFQ/s320/IMG_4835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390414491465083298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukit Ampang: a rendezvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6ZKSRWZzI/AAAAAAAAASs/o_SuIEVsucY/s1600-h/IMG_4833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6ZKSRWZzI/AAAAAAAAASs/o_SuIEVsucY/s320/IMG_4833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390414205991413554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maulana's ciken burger: Azam's Supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6YswZvSWI/AAAAAAAAASk/IH7AoxEeKHI/s1600-h/IMG_4806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6YswZvSWI/AAAAAAAAASk/IH7AoxEeKHI/s320/IMG_4806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390413698683586914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Equine new eatery: so-so jek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;location:Bukit Ampang,Melaka,Equine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5675742612488432947?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5675742612488432947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/equine-ampang-melaka-part-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5675742612488432947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5675742612488432947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/equine-ampang-melaka-part-i.html' title='Weekend Getaway Pt. 1'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss6bQ3XdiRI/AAAAAAAAATc/-v_iDzdWfws/s72-c/IMG_5174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-921819093734427179</id><published>2009-10-08T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:45:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think It's LOVE eh??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss1dwjQtB2I/AAAAAAAAASc/gkCZFKvhBYg/s1600-h/love-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss1dwjQtB2I/AAAAAAAAASc/gkCZFKvhBYg/s320/love-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390067417712756578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Signs of Being In Love That Might Actually Be Symptoms of Crippling or Fatal Disease:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 1: Skippy heart beat everytime you think of him/her&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Tachycardia which may lead to ventricular fibrillation and myocardial infarction (heart attack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~~ might want to stop think about your other half ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 2: Restless trembling of hands, feet and other body parts&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Parkinson's disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 3: Constant smiling&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Bell's Palsy&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bel, no pun intended! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 4: Absent mindedness, forgetfulness, inability to focus&lt;br /&gt;You think it's = LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be = Alzheimer's Disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 5: Constant sexual arousal&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Nymphomania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 6: Weakening of knees &amp;amp; burst of energy when he/she calls/come over&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Multiple sclerosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 7: Inability to stop thinking about him/her&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: OCD (obsessive compulsive disease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~Careful, might ended up as psycho..huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 8: bruising on the neck, breasts and other tender spots&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Leukemia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 9: Insomnia&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 10: Feeling like you can smell/feel him/her when not in his/her presence&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;But it might be: Schizophrenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hilarious!!! Might want to reconsider fallin' in love. Why it's called FALL in love? Because it is dangerous and might be fatal! Be careful! Try to seek professional advice before fall in too deep than you should .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-921819093734427179?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/921819093734427179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-think-its-love-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/921819093734427179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/921819093734427179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-think-its-love-eh.html' title='You Think It&apos;s LOVE eh??'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Ss1dwjQtB2I/AAAAAAAAASc/gkCZFKvhBYg/s72-c/love-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3624746112379778160</id><published>2009-09-17T08:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:15:51.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku Ingin Bahagia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SrGKcwgjdmI/AAAAAAAAASU/7cR3uV9PK9M/s1600-h/rainafterthepain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt; Kata manis sumpahan&lt;br /&gt;Janji akan setia&lt;br /&gt;Curahan ketika kita&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bermesra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Hanyalah godaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Memujuk hati ini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh itu telah pun ku tahu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Diriku telah terpedaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3624746112379778160?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3624746112379778160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/ku-ingin-bahagia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3624746112379778160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3624746112379778160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/ku-ingin-bahagia.html' title='Ku Ingin Bahagia...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SrGKcwgjdmI/AAAAAAAAASU/7cR3uV9PK9M/s72-c/rainafterthepain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6854408502554789951</id><published>2009-09-14T09:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:03:17.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M Tagged..Cipan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nama penuh&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Tapirus indicus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarikh Lahir&lt;/strong&gt;: January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempat Lahir&lt;/strong&gt;: Abang aku kate aku diambil dari tong sampah blakang WARTA Sg Petani..huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempat dibesarkan&lt;/strong&gt;: Sg.Petani&amp;amp;Ipoh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Siapakah nama kawan rapat anda sewaktu kecil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory loss…Jane Kahan Gaye Who Din…(where hev those days gone) *sigh.. yang aku igt Ann.jiran cine sbelah umah aku. aku n dia dikatakan adik beradik. sbb kami COMEL ok!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Apakah permainan masa kecil yang anda ingat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. segala jenis permainan yg menggunakan prefix aci: aci sembunyi, aci duduk, aci lari etc. juga main boya2, galah panjang @ toi, sembunyi bola dlm pokok,semak bagai. Game lain ciptaan sendiri yg kreatif memandangkan xde psp time tu…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ii. main bola time ujan.aku dikerah menjadi goalkeeper oleh abg aku. Best woo..leh stunt2 dalam lopak air. Juga aktiviti waktu ujan: tolak parit. alasan utk bermain ujan.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iii. rounders.boxing, carom, pingpong, badminton  (gile grown-up hahaha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iv. batu selambut, congkak &amp;amp; sep-sep. (game paling femine aku), tutup tin, layang2, gasing-ayah aku ajar pangkah2 perghh best gile. slain itu, mak aku buatkan senapang untuk kami bermain perang2. then mak aku buat steam roll gune tin milo! mak aku juga ajar aku buat cincin, gelang, rantai gune daun nyok (kelapa), anyamkan bola juga. kreatif mak aku nih. Wonder woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;v. berangan n bercakap sorg2. game dikala aku ketandusan idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Kalau anda gaduh dengan kawan anda, apakah yang akan anda cakap kpd mereka?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;aku pendiam n penyabar orgnya…pada waktu tu la..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;4. Di kawasan manakah tempat feveret anda bermain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kt SP: sekeliling rumah, kolam ikan briged ayah aku, mes pegawai kanan (selalu kena halau. Seb aku xrepot kat ayah aku.) Drill Shield, padang kawad, tmpt polis2 praktis combat skill. ala yg ade merangkak bwh kawat besi, panjat papan, swing cm tarzan...perghhh..aku rasa cm Marine SEAL. kalah John Cena! err..time tu xkenal la Cena, HulkHogan aku kenal la..tp die bukan Marine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;Kt Ipoh: mencabar ni.umah atas bukit n dalam hutan. Main kt dalam utan,tepi gaung,tepi lombong,anak sungai yg berbelerang coz lalu padang tembak pon aku redah.air terjun berbiawak pon aku tibai. Main baling bom tanah liat best woo. Abes kazen2 aku jd cm askar US kt Vietnam. Hambek korg!hahaha nak lawan ngn anak bapak aku sgt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;5. Apakah cita-cita anda semasa kecil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nk jd cm ayah aku!!!tp xkesampaian.hehe...cume aku rase best sbb aku n die sama2 berkhidmat untuk Negara! Inilah..barisan kita, yg ikhlas berjuang ~~..... tiap kali ayah aku masuk hutan lawan komunis, aku b4 p skolah, nyanyi lagu ni dulu smbil tabik hormat. hahaa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Apakah rancangan katun yg anda gemari dan masih ingat sampai skrg?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smurfs, My Little Pony, Sesame Street, Gaban, Suria Perkasa Hitam, Segala Man2 Tu E.G Flashman N Maskman, Thundercats (I AM MAMBRAAAA…), Insp. Gadjet, JEM n The Hologram (It’s showtime..synergy!)- aku sgt soka ok!! Capten Planet, The Heathcliff, Slimer n The Real Ghosbuster, He-Man n She-Ra, Voltron-Defender of the Universe. Yang lain tu yg still wujud kt Ch. 611,612,613 e.g Tom n Jerry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;7. Makanan ringan apakah yg anda akan borong di kedai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jajan adalah dilarang!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;8. Nyatakan seorang rakan zaman kanak-kanak anda yg anda teringin jumpa skrg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memory loss~~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Apakah gelaran anda semasa kecik?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak &lt;/span&gt;Jepun. Oshin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NL"&gt;Disamping itu: anak pungut, anak angkat n manja toek. &lt;/span&gt;Courtesy from my abang n kakak psycho aku. smpai skang die psycho. aku rase permanent damage kot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="NL"&gt;10. Siapa yg mahu ditag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="NL" &gt;ermm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="NL" &gt;gGee yang belum berbaju raya lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="NL" &gt;K.Ilah a.k.a Hot Mama Hana yg comel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  lang="NL" &gt;Nad si Maira's Mummy yang agak siuman sekarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  lang="NL" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6854408502554789951?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6854408502554789951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/m-taggedcipan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6854408502554789951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6854408502554789951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/m-taggedcipan.html' title='M Tagged..Cipan!!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4338092481002478436</id><published>2009-09-04T10:03:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:11:08.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini Jalan Bukan Kau Yg Punya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Balik Raya Fever is nearing. And so is another chapter of long-hours stucked in traffic jams, accidents and all sort of things that test the limit of our patience and tolerance. Those listed down below, please bear in mind that those highways, federal roads, lorong-lorong dan denai-denai, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adalah hak milik bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Road Hoggers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What can I say…I just hate ‘em!!! When you are driving on the highway @ 110kmh (?) on the right lane and then you had to hit on the brake just because the car in in front is too dense to understand that lane is for overtaking or emergency and NOT for cruising leisurely @ 80kmh!!! Not when the other lane is clear for you to continue your ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan angin&lt;/span&gt;’. Come on la…stop being so selfish. To make the matter even worse, t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u diaa..tengah dok bersayang-sayang dengan awek kat &lt;/span&gt;handphone. Instantly, 9 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naga aku keluaq&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hangennnn&lt;/span&gt;... Because of these inconsiderate fellas, I’ve become a tailgater (which I hate!), flashing hi-beam like crazy and if that still fail, I blare my honked! Please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;…I hate honking people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tailgaters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Owh yes…these people really gets on my nerves. Say, @ the 3-lane highway, m driving in the middle, another car is overtaking me albeit slowly. Fine. In the rear-mirror I could see a fierce looking red BMW is coming on really fast n flashing it’s light to the overtaking car beside me, signaling the driver ‘get-out-of-my-way’. Eh hello Mr. BMW, ko buta ke ape? That fella is trying to overtake me. Wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;je la&lt;/span&gt;. But whatever. Not my prob. Then why I hate this type of driver? Haa…when that BMW is flashing his lights, and honking like mad, the driver in front of him gets panic or really disturb, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tambah-tambah kalo awek baru dapat lesen or kete baru&lt;/span&gt;. So, that driver will swerve into my lane with just ngam2 gap between our cars. Whadda heck! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahaya siot&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tau la&lt;/span&gt; your car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canggih,canggun,aku terliur tengok&lt;/span&gt;, but there's no call for rudeness. Even if  you look like Shah Rukh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sikit pon aku xhengen&lt;/span&gt; if that's how you are! That’s 1 of the hundreds reasons why I just hate those tailgaters. I hate road hoggers coz they made me into a tailgater which I hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mat Rempit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Need to be said more on these inebriate fools? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bazir&lt;/span&gt; ATP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di bulan Ramadhan jek&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buat malu kaum je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Drivers who don’t indicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eh, hello! What does indicator means? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="NL"&gt;Masa test JPJ pandai lak pakai kan pakai. &lt;/span&gt;It’s not that hard to flick on the indicator. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak luak pon kehenseman n kemachoan korg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s really bugging me. You want to change lane, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak cilok gua, ok, gua tak kesah. But bagi la &lt;/span&gt;signal. Then, d&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;engan berat hati aku akan bagi jalan &lt;/span&gt;coz at least you are considerate enough to warn me of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciloking&lt;/span&gt;. If the road is devoid of any cars that could cause accident then if you want to zig-zagging the lanes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; nobody cares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drivers slow down to watch accidents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 word comes to mind when it comes to these people- VULTURES! Yep... I wonder if these guys get a sudden flush of adrenalin seeing others' misfortune or misery. If not, then why are they gawking and slowing their cars unnecessarily and causing another bout of congestion? Eh hello &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt;! Move la. Don’t cause another accident. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ingat tu&lt;/span&gt; free show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;?? Maybe they are too caring… wanting to see if everything is OK. But, weird thing is, they don’t stop to help. If they do, then it’s humanitarian indeed. It’s hard to find Good Samaritan these days. But usually, that is rarely the case…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drivers braking without any reason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop braking unnecessarily. It’s annoying. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak pasal-pasal aku jadi gelabah ingat&lt;/span&gt; emergency brake. If the traffics are heavy, then drive slowly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukan&lt;/span&gt; tailgating the car in front. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ko nak laju camne&lt;/span&gt; time congested &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;camtu&lt;/span&gt;?? When they tailgate, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mula la membrek dan aku akan jadi &lt;/span&gt;stark raving mad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drivers who have no clue on speed limit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What are speed limits for? If you are ignorance of the reasons then don’t drive until you have an idea. But if you know but couldn’t care any less then you are a disgrace. They are reason why the authority puts up 60kmh, 80kmh, and 110kmh at various locations. They take into account the terrains, road conditions, climate and other factors that contribute to traffic safety. Those drivers, who can’t read the sign, are putting others at risk. 1 accident that caused by hydro-skidding can lead up to a massive pile-up! Last week, on my way to work, as I exited the SKVE and went into the road leading to Putrajaya, which is nearly a 360 degree turn, a car, Kelisa, was in the middle of the road, badly damaged. Luckily there was a police present, signaling us to keep away and slow down. So the car in front of me managed to slow down and steer clear of the Kelisa. I was driving slowly at that time as it was raining and the road was slippery, so did the cars behind me. Alhamdulillah, all of us escape unscathed. So, to those mulish drivers, mind the speed limit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Road Ragers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sempena hari baik bulan baik, maaf-maaf la sikit2 tu&lt;/span&gt;. You got personal problem? Who doesn’t? a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wek ko curang? Ko curang la balik&lt;/span&gt;. Go and vent your anger elsewhere. Not on the road and definitely on the other drivers. You think you are too big too bagus? You got connection with Along Bukit Beruntung?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku keturunan ke 7 Daeng Perani. Raja Siam pon kalah dengan dia&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Pedaki&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;members? You got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayah&lt;/span&gt;? I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayah&lt;/span&gt; also....Who cares! You mess with me, &lt;span&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cabut.. Gila ape nak tunggu&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lariiiii&lt;/span&gt;…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Driver/passenger who litter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Zero civic awareness. Fine. But when you drive in front of me and start throwing out things without any thought of people behind you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang ko nak kene maki kan&lt;/span&gt;? If in your youth, you represent the state in discus throw @ the Olimpik, fine la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak de la kete aku tu bermandikan sos keropok lekor. Ini lawan gusti tangan ngan budak tadika pon belum tentu menang&lt;/span&gt;.... 1 thing if they throw out food, and entirely different thing if the are smoking like the Fire Dragon of the East then throw out the cigarette butts, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang masih berbara2 kelepek kene kereta aku… hahaha… memang membara aku&lt;/span&gt;! You wanna die, fine by me, keep on smoking till your internal organs rot and fester with maggots and and your external organs got infected with gangrene and fall off! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lantak ko la labu&lt;/span&gt;. But when you throw that disgusting and sickening thing out and somehow it landed on other people’s vehicle, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko memang bangang&lt;/span&gt;. End of story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;So friends...drive safely, don't be reckless and dont be a victim. Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.090909.org.my/"&gt;"Malaysians Unite for Road Safety 09.09.09" &lt;/a&gt;and pledge. You can be the start of that change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4338092481002478436?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4338092481002478436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/ini-jalan-bukan-kau-yg-punya.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4338092481002478436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4338092481002478436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/ini-jalan-bukan-kau-yg-punya.html' title='Ini Jalan Bukan Kau Yg Punya!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7961043628010526455</id><published>2009-09-03T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:27:38.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>Five Minds for the Future: A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sp8tkZsRqEI/AAAAAAAAASM/hhdIp8jfNyI/s1600-h/FiveMindsCoverPBSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;The world is getting quite ruthless and the competition is fierce, and made even harder by the globalization. In order to survive the era to come, we need to have an edge over everyone by equipping ourselves with skills to give us the extra mile we sorely needed to excel and thrive. When it comes to that, nothing is more powerful than the right mindset or mental framework. In Five Minds for the Future, Howard Gardner, explores five dimensions of intelligence or thinking that require to be mastered in order to succeed. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gardner&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; writes&lt;i style=""&gt;; “Winston Churchill: ‘The empires of the future will be empires of the mind”&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6992689888475782386&amp;amp;postID=7961043628010526455#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; thus reinforcing his stand that the mind is indeed a powerful tool if only we can garner its expanse. The 5 minds he proposes are the discipline mind, synthesizing mind, creating mind, respectful mind and ethic mind. He emphasise on that these 5 minds are more into policy than psychology and should be approached as such.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Discipline Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;- can be developed via training to perfect a skill which means able to systematically approach problems in one’s area of expertise, as well as gathering and mastering the broad knowledge areas of one’s profession. The process to get the Discipline is lengthy and gruelling as it needs time and effort to master it and continue to hone it without stop beyond formal education. However, it can be fashioned if one is diligent enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Synthesizing Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;- able to gather up separate or seemingly unrelated parts of information and mesh them into a cohesive explanation that can be understood by one and other. This calls for the ability to analyse the data from vast sources of information which come in at a rapid rate, sort it accordingly and form it into something that make sense. Synthesizing will be mush efficient when one master the Discipline Mind as the information can be distinguished with expertise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Creating Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;- going beyond the existing knowledge, able to look at the details of a situation or profession (product of synthesizing mind) and create incremental and significant changes that are original and out-of-the-box to benefit their organization or the profession as a whole. Creating mind is interlinked with Discipline and Synthesizing Mind. One must possess the first two before proceeding to the creating level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Respectful Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; - ability to sidestep the common stereotypes of people or groups, acknowledge the differences and tolerate divergence. It’s tough to find the common ground with other but can be achieved through Discipline Mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ethical Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; - how one interacts with oneself, trying to understand the role and act beyond self-interest, and society, doing what is the correct thing to be done for the good of all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;He is correct in his view that current education laid emphasis on science, technology and mathematics. Students are accumulating the factual or subject matter knowledge and memorizing formulae. Yet these students unable to answer when ask a question outside their familiar subject matter, meaning that they are unable to master it fully. The current concept of education needs to be revisit in hope to cope with the changing world. Students need to be exposed to social sciences, the humanities, arts, civics, ethics, health, safety as well with equal hours in the curriculum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;I however, personally disagree when &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gardner&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; claims that; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Any talk of understanding the world- let alone adding to current understanding through further work in a discipline- would have seen exotic. Folklore, common sense, an occasional word from the wise sufficed. (Some varieties of Islamic education still embrace this vision.)&lt;/i&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6992689888475782386&amp;amp;postID=7961043628010526455#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Here, he assumes on the premise that education Islam relies on the Words of Holy Quran and Al-Hadith, passing the knowledge from generation to generation, accepting the knowledge uttered by the wise without any question, any judgement. Whereas in Islam, we know that the Words of Holy Quran are the truth and the knowledge in it explains the science which the world knows today. And to compare it to folklore or depending on the word of the wise is an erroneous judgement because those who study Al-Quran and analyse the words and the meaning it conveys would be successful in life just like those geniuses of the past, Al-Khwarizmi, Al-Farabi, Ibn Sina and Al-Battani. Therefore, Muslim does not merely accepting the ‘words of the wise’ –as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gardner&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; put it- because it’s the thing to do, since the knowledge in Al-Quran is proven to be the ultimate truth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gardner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; also acknowledges that there may be forces that could undermine his five approaches and the major set back is &lt;i style=""&gt;conservatism&lt;/i&gt;. He suggests countering this resistance by attempting to understand and approach it indirectly to mute the unrest it caused&lt;i style=""&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Gardner&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; summarizes, &lt;i style=""&gt;"Those who succeed in cultivating the pentad of minds are likely to thrive." &lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6992689888475782386&amp;amp;postID=7961043628010526455#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; line-height: 150%;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; line-height: 150%;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Reviewed by Cipan 01 September 2009&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;hr style="height: 2px;font-size:78%;" width="33%" align="left" &gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6992689888475782386&amp;amp;postID=7961043628010526455#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Page 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="" id="ftn2"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6992689888475782386&amp;amp;postID=7961043628010526455#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportFootnotes]--&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Page 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="" id="ftn3"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6992689888475782386&amp;amp;postID=7961043628010526455#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Page 163&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7961043628010526455?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7961043628010526455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/five-minds-for-future-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7961043628010526455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7961043628010526455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/five-minds-for-future-review.html' title='Five Minds for the Future: A Review'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sp8tkZsRqEI/AAAAAAAAASM/hhdIp8jfNyI/s72-c/FiveMindsCoverPBSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5302633347566815843</id><published>2009-09-03T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:18:28.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Maids to get one day off a week: THE DRAMA IT WILL ENTAILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maids to get one day off a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009/09/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Indonesians maids will be given one day off a week and be allowed to keep their passports during their stay in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home Ministry, in a statement yesterday, stated that the rest day requirement would be enforced after amendments were made to the Employment Act 1955.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These terms were agreed on by Malaysia and Indonesia at the third meeting of the Working Committee on the Recruitment and Placement of Indonesian Maids on Aug 20, it added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian delegation was led by the ministry's secretary-general Datuk Seri Mahmood Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting also agreed that the temporary work permits of Indonesian maids who ran away from their employers would be revoked immediately and the maids would not be allowed to enter Malaysia again to work. – Bernama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh… this is goin’ to be painful. Think I’d rather spend the day @ home than having to elbow my way through the throng…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in term of human rights or things like that, yes, it makes a whole lot of sense. These people come from Godforsaken places, in the search of a better life, to support their families back home. They have to bear the difficulties of being away from children, parents, husbands and well you get the drift. Not only that, coupled with the household chores and some unlucky enough to get impossible employer, who fusses over everything. Not only these maids get to be nanny, cooks, gardener, they also are the car washer, seamstress and other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, in the British Victorian Era, the Lords employed hundreds of servants to manage his estate. Butler, footman, stable boy, nanny, chamber maid, cook, gardener, valet and maid for the mistress, just to name a few. They are specialized in their task. Nowadays, those maids are all in 1. untung jugak kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis used to have maid. After 4 of them, she called it quit. No more. Too many problem. Dapat yang baik ‘Seri’, after 2 tahun nak balik ke suami n anak2. then dapat yang ala2 gatal..couldn’t recall her name. Haha… After that, early forties widowed-Indonesian ‘Ida’. Good at work but she’s just sad. My heart went out for her everytime I looked at her…my mom told us she got problems at home with her in-laws… my mom ni, semua orang die nak buat sedara. Huhu…so last2 nanti kena pijak kepala. at last, Ida just ran away. The last 1 is younger than me whom my sis just couldn’t get along with…so off she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative side I’m mulling in my head is that, I just don’t think it’s the best way to approach this issue. Can you just imagine the crowd? People hanging around the malls, parks, every cemented place that can be found in KL… Yup, I can. It’ll be just like the last time I went to Medan. Packed, crammed, and jammed! Not to mention the new odour that’s gonna linger on your shirt….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever pon, we just wait and see…. I bet it’s gonna be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5302633347566815843?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5302633347566815843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/maids-to-get-one-day-off-week-drama-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5302633347566815843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5302633347566815843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/maids-to-get-one-day-off-week-drama-it.html' title='Maids to get one day off a week: THE DRAMA IT WILL ENTAILS'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1580405526553304544</id><published>2009-09-02T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:27:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sp33QQe5OlI/AAAAAAAAASE/0JrjJ2eRvCM/s1600-h/image-upload-260-733524.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Choc Brownies with Walnut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m not strong enuff 2 resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sp33QQe5OlI/AAAAAAAAASE/0JrjJ2eRvCM/s1600-h/image-upload-260-733524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sp33QQe5OlI/AAAAAAAAASE/0JrjJ2eRvCM/s320/image-upload-260-733524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday nite, i went to Bukit Subang after berbuka with DarkSky demi gamba di atas... tang dark choc tu yang buat aku xsedap hati aku sepanjang hari. Actually aku kene siapkan Book Review on Howard Gardner's Five Mind for the Future... sangatla ZZzzzz...maka my sis dengan bermurah hati menawarkan aku gamba di atas.. segar bugar aku buat book review sampai siap dengan cemerlang! motivasi di kala puasa...huhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1580405526553304544?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1580405526553304544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/yummy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1580405526553304544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1580405526553304544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/yummy.html' title='Yummy'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sp33QQe5OlI/AAAAAAAAASE/0JrjJ2eRvCM/s72-c/image-upload-260-733524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1121997017477014676</id><published>2009-08-19T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:08:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Decide Who To Marry??  (written by kids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;br /&gt;(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. - Alan, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry.God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with. - Kristen, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then. - Camille, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married. - Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. - Derrick, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;br /&gt;(1) Both don't want any more kids.- Lori, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;br /&gt;(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. - Martin, age 10 (Who said boys do not have brains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;br /&gt;(1) I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns. -Craig, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;(1) When they're rich.- Pam, age 7 (I could not have said it better myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that. - Curt, age 7 (Good Point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(3 ) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.- Howard, age 8 (Who made the rule)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1 ) I don't know which is better, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm never going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all grossed out.- Theodore, age 8 (Too much detail for his age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2 ) It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;(1 ) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?- Kelvin, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the #1 Favourite is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;br /&gt;(1 ) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.- Ricky, age 10 ( The boy already understands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids just say the darndest things kan...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1121997017477014676?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1121997017477014676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-decide-who-to-marry.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1121997017477014676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1121997017477014676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-decide-who-to-marry.html' title='How Do You Decide Who To Marry??  (written by kids)'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6749220590635521590</id><published>2009-07-28T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:26:21.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cuppies Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sm5StliBhiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/717M6FyuLJQ/s1600-h/image-upload-92-722634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363315149367248418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sm5StliBhiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/717M6FyuLJQ/s320/image-upload-92-722634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roses tu mak buat, yg Hatiku Luka Lagi tu aku nyer..hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sm5Oqe3Lv6I/AAAAAAAAARk/0deSTOoibJI/s1600-h/image-upload-63-781896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sm5Oqe3Lv6I/AAAAAAAAARk/0deSTOoibJI/s320/image-upload-63-781896.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Blue Ribbon urs truly created, n yg White Frills tu aci lah...die yg terer pon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjaya gak finally.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last wiken, me, aci, mak, alisha and ashbil bergelumang di dapur menghasilkan masterpiece masing2.. ade yang jadi cm bantut n bentan, ade yg mcm plastisin kene jemur bawah matahari, ade yg mcm nak bg kt org kawen buat hantaran n ade yg mcm dilanda heartbreak.. pape pon 1st attempt. fondant lagi tau, bukan butter cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6749220590635521590?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6749220590635521590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cuppies-obsession.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6749220590635521590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6749220590635521590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cuppies-obsession.html' title='My Cuppies Obsession'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sm5StliBhiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/717M6FyuLJQ/s72-c/image-upload-92-722634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4820335340369711804</id><published>2009-07-17T15:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:12:01.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places to go'/><title type='text'>I Dream of …. Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I was lil’ gurl (yeah… do believe it), I’ve been watching this picturesque place in most of the Hindi films. The heroin dancing in the sloping green hill with yellow flowers softly swaying in the gentle breeze, the hero shouting at the top of his lung, happily calling out for his gurl, thus announcing his eternal love. Films such as &lt;em&gt;Kashmir Ki Kali, Aap Aaye Bahar Aaye, Junglee, Kabhi-Kabhi, Jab Jab Phool Khile and Betaab&lt;/em&gt; have been forever etched in my memory, what with that romantic scenes in the snow clad hills and moving in the lush green plains that is rolling on and on. Simply breathtaking. That is the magic of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kashmir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the heaven on earth. Once dubbed the most beautiful place in the world. It's beauty is unrivaled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The yesteryear film productions preferred to shot their film here rather than the foreign locales e.g Switzerland, Austria. Why wouldn’t they when they have such exquisite places like Sri Nagar, Pahalgam, Wuller Lake and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Dreamed of This 20 Years Ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359332328124414114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAsW4MfeKI/AAAAAAAAARE/YrkxfTaCrWs/s320/kashmir1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hill Station Attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359332878542697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAs26qb9AI/AAAAAAAAARU/B6cnTsePHTc/s320/sonamarg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kashmir...in Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359327146834847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAnpSYy5pI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FqRznTWfznI/s320/kashmir-park-527047-sw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kashmir Ki Kali: Shammi is wooing Sharmila Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359327301049665058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAnyQ4eRiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XtFT0X5cSu4/s320/untitledkashmirkikali.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Flowers in Bloom for Lovers in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359332694212602914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAssL-t7CI/AAAAAAAAARM/MgDxRV3uBg8/s320/KASHMIR-10016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dreamin' of this while singing "Yeh Samaan Pyar Ke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359333450130806146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAtYL_qVYI/AAAAAAAAARc/EPBke_DUCkA/s320/dal_lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, the land has been plagued by the territorial disputes between Pakistan, India, China and people of Kashmir. India's official position is that Kashmir is an "integral part" of India. Pakistan's official position is that Kashmir is a disputed territory whose final status must be determined by the people of Kashmir. Certain Kashmiri independence groups believe that Kashmir should be independent of both India and Pakistan. Kashmir’s population is made up hugely by Muslims as depicted in below figure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359330225631080722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAqcfzBMRI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Kv1q4MDn0wg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;So no wonder Pakistan is fighting like mad to get it. It belongs to the people and most of them are Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the early days of the conflict somewhere in 1950, neighboring tribe in Pakistan decided to free those Muslim in Kashmir from India. The most prominent tribe was Pathan, my grandada’s clan! No wonder I love this place so much…hehe. Pathan tribesmen number was larger than the Mughal at that time, fought with bravery and determination to save their Muslim brothers. And here I thought my grandada was weaving carpets during his youth. Hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359331713483680194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmArzGeuKcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1aydoBMBATA/s320/51clm5FNDUL._SL500_AA240_.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it really is a waste that the conflict has torn the beautiful valley apart. The land was being shredded like a piece of meat thrown over to pack of hungry wolves by the British administration led my Mountbatten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The timeless beauty had been compromised… and I never got the chance to realize my dream…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4820335340369711804?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4820335340369711804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dream-of-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4820335340369711804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4820335340369711804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dream-of-part-1.html' title='I Dream of …. 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SmAM_gZkv5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/vPrBuOuoXYY/s320/image-upload-101-766735.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cm nk bwk blk umh je hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1331010148384397632?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1331010148384397632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/aum-aum-makan-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1331010148384397632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Song Is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/music.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by Dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I want to thank you for giving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just to be with you is having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best day of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good, as long as you're in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3696190858379776676?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3696190858379776676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-love-song-is-thank-you-by-dido-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3696190858379776676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3696190858379776676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-love-song-is-thank-you-by-dido-and.html' title='Your Love Song Is: Result'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8323988511031063730</id><published>2009-07-16T09:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:00:05.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He A Player: Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Guy Is Not A Player!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#330066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isheaplayerquiz/not-a-player.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At least, all signs point to "negative"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your guy is: straight up, honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a one woman man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a keeper - so hold on to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8323988511031063730?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1399383684603783971</id><published>2009-07-16T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:09:07.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Our Support!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Tidak Berbelanja yg ke-2 (FOMCA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no spending today. Then aku nk mkn ape?? meeting xde hari ni.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1399383684603783971?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1399383684603783971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/show-our-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1399383684603783971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1399383684603783971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/show-our-support.html' title='Show Our Support!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3572551116413658485</id><published>2009-07-15T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:01:28.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan Pekasam+ Hp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wah...berjaya jugak aku msk ikan pekasam yg menjadi tapauan aku adik beradik... nk upload gamba tp xsempat pon nk amek gamba tu...DarkSky dengan rakusnya membaham setiap cebisan termasuk pale ikan lampam tersebut...hehe...jgn marahh aaa.... aku sempat habiskan bawang, cili n beras2 hancur yg digoreng bersama tu jek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smlm aku tdo tanpa HP-cum-alarm aku. went to Giant after work membeli beras n barang dapur yg dah habes. then notice my hp is missing mase nk kol my housemate nak tny pasal tulur. then time blk umah puas aku mencarik, dlm kete xde, dlm beg xde.. huhu... must hev left it at opis lorr...hmm... xkn nak patah blk opis...biarkan je la. miskol2 pon xgune coz hp aku in silent mode. pg td thanks to my housemate, i woke up in time. she bang on my door... sungguh tradisional. cm hidup zaman sekolah2 (aku xske pasang alarm..) thanx babe! since xde method untuk menghubungi DarkSky to enquire regarding his whereabout, aku pon start enjin n lepak dlm kete sambil mate smakin mengecil n kuyu and enjoying Shakira's tune.. then aku dgr alarm aku dlm mlagu tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'aik,apsal Shakira amek tune alarm aku masuk lagu die?' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since sangat la xlogic assumption aku, i tried to segarkan otak aku n baru aku igt alarm tho in silent mode akan still bunyik.. focused to find the source of the racket, there, amidst the jungle of shoes, terlangkup sebuah HP. sungguh x James Bond ko rupenyer... mesti Mr. Bond terhina melihat keadaan C902 begitu rupa. tp aku rase sungguh lega coz ia bukan berada di atas desk aku kt opis. tried calling DarkSky afterward. tetbe aku rase mischievous n nak kenakan die. haha... miskol a few times n die pon sampai. dengan excited he told me to use his phone to call my number coz somebody called juz now. aku pon try kol dgn muke sedey. sedangkan hp aku still in silent mode ada bawah paha aku. so konpem vibrate die akan diserap lemak2 tepu aku. then tgu la hp aku berdering...sekali..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Harap maaf. nombor yang anda dail berada di luar perkhidmatan'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;erk...tebalnye lemak aku......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3572551116413658485?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3572551116413658485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/ikan-pekasam-hp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3572551116413658485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3572551116413658485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/ikan-pekasam-hp.html' title='Ikan Pekasam+ Hp'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7351751223209385223</id><published>2009-07-14T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:09:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Shortest Personality Test: Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Calculating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7351751223209385223?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7351751223209385223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/worlds-shortest-personality-test-result.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7351751223209385223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7351751223209385223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/worlds-shortest-personality-test-result.html' title='World&apos;s Shortest Personality Test: Result'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-178323622860879075</id><published>2009-07-14T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:03:16.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shape Quiz: Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Skilled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theshapetest/shapes.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are balanced and competent. You value harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people see you as outgoing, hyper, and even a bit overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal romantic relationship is peaceful, romantic, and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best in tasks that require you to be logical, hard-working, and courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-178323622860879075?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/178323622860879075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/shape-quiz-result.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/178323622860879075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/178323622860879075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/shape-quiz-result.html' title='Shape Quiz: Result'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2677596157192238915</id><published>2009-07-14T12:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:55:35.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Colours Of Ranggoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday last week, went to OU with my sisters. To get Ba’s Bday gift. Aku punyer exited, 11.30 dah keluar coz they informed me to be there at the mentioned time. Since yg bercakap tu Sharifah Ommunnafis a.k.a Ucik, 11.30 aku baru keluar. But still, aku kt tol Sunway, die baru bangun. Cipan siot tol. Tp mmg aku dah expect coz aku pon mmg plan nak ke KJ breakfast2 dulu.hehe… so lepak la kt Faris. Ade org jual Gel Pad or whatever its name is. Borong la 3…konon2 nnti jual kt pasaran terbuka dah naik rege.. since mende tu pon very useful for pewot aku yg slalu cramp time2 critical setiap bulan, hentam saje. Leh bg my mom n dad 1. baekkan aku….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kt OU, Aci n Adik dah tunggu. Pok pek sedas dua baru sembang psl mende laen while waiting for the High n Mighty Queen of Meleret Ucik. Aku dah la nk cepat coz my Mak Chaq (kakak Ba), Aci Ibah n Aci Ila from Penang dah nak sampai TM. Berkurun aku xjupe sedara aku yg comel2 ni.. Muka idong kami berbeza. Kaler pon beza gak. Almaklumler, anak mami. Cmne jadi cmtu? Ini adalah karena walaupun nenek kami sama (Benggali), Tok kami beza. Tok aku Patan (Pushtun) a Tribe from Afghan-Paki border, Tok dorg pulak India jugak mari.. so mmg Colours of Ranggoli la. hehe....meriah kan kami? Tu blom masuk my Mom's side. ade yg mcm Chinese, Siam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 mins later, there Ucik came with big smiles plastered on….takut kene pok pek la tu… Straight we went to Braun Buffel. No singgah menyinggah, not that Ucik didn’t try to detour us times n again. So after voting for the best wallet for Ba, soft leather or hard one, we agreed to settle for the former. Then for Mom lak…for ages she wanted a new handbag. So we decided to buy her one. Xkan nak tgu bday baru bg kan…. Tgu dapat gaji nk belikan Mom new watch (yg lame aku amek hahaha. Cun lg!…die nk yg baru coz yg lama number kecik2..) and perfume. She loves Pleasure Intense! Huhu… dah xjadi trademark aku ler azam oii…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached TM around 5pm. Aci n Adik tagged along since Abg Bob xjadi ikut blk. Meriah tul mlm tu… Pas maghrib went to Jakel. Anak sedara pupu aku nk kawen, so kami plan to go Boria Penang.hehe….Brapa jam kt kedai tu aku lost track. Pilih punya pilih,last2 settled for Kasa Rubiah gak…aku dr awal dah agak… gamily aku pantang tgk Swiss Voile ni…brapa meter pon aku tatau. Boleh wat khemah org kawen tau. Tp yg penting sesen pon aku xkuar…muahahaa…blk singgah kedai mamak (hehe…wajibulsinggah). Balik belek2 kain. My Mom is the official tailor. So start amek measurements and everthing. Dah ghope kedai kain umah aku jadinyer. Kul 5am baru tdo..bergosip all nite long…hehe…mmg routine kitorg kalo jupe. Bukannyer lame gile xjupe. In fact, my Mom baru blk dr Penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358170291374835106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlwLfb9yxaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/S6WoeyswjdI/s320/cousins_swissvoile.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from left: Ucik, Aci, Yours Truly, Aci Ila, Kak Ani, Aci Ibah @ Cici's Engangement Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small insert is my Alisha n Tok Mami (Wan Teh)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday, it was like Food Festival. Breakfast my mom tanak pulut. Aku goreng ikan kering yg comel2 tu…bulu ayam nama diberi. Then nyok (kelapa) gaul ngn sikiiit garam. Makan bersama...wahhh...lama sudah xmkn begitu. Then Mak Chaq buat kari...waduhhh....xtahan sungguh bau nya menusuk kalbu. Mak tambah dgn kerabu Ulam Raja, sambal tumus udang petai, sambal belacan tidak dilupa and paling best tu, Ayah Chaq (Taiping-adik mak) pon datang gak bwk Ikan Pekasam yg mmg best giler!!!! Apa lg...time blk aku pon tapau ikan pekasam. Ucik yg konon vogue tu pon gile mkn pekasam. Oh yeah. Die smpai on Sunday, sambil senyum kambing n tayang spek DIOR baru die...huhu....jeles...jeles....disebabkan jeles aku pau FCUK die. Tho aku xtau pe motif buat cmtu aku coz my latest 1 is FCUK too... hmmm... hasad dengki manja2 adik beradik namanya. Nana n Kak Izwah anak beranak pon dtg coz nk selebret Bday Ba. Yg pasti, si itam, Mabsyal, suke giler tgk ada gulai Mak Tok. 4 kali die mkn the whole day. Blum kire tambah lg tu…pas mkn bertomoi sakan. Nana anta die kelas tomoi. Siap ada seluar segala…comel giler….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang selebret Bday Ba. Suke Ba dapat wallet baru, trus tukar. Mak pon excited dapat beg baru. Aku pon excited coz aku xkuar duit (yet! ok). Utang ngn Ucik dulu...aku kan adik pumpuan bongsu yg dah 3 bulan xbergaji...seb ade duit bonus Astro n Kutu Keluarga Wan Teh (arwah nenek aku daa) untuk sapot. Tidak dilupa tajaan org tersayang..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mlm ahad baru aku gerak. Happening lak kt umah n aku rase cm nak ponteng jek keje on Monday...tp apekan daya...ade meeting ngn KSU (read: free food, but not applicable to me coz aku xmkn pon) hehehe... dropped Aci kt Bukit Subang dulu and g isik minyak kt KJ. Apsal aku g isik minyak jauh2? Ermm....takut ler skang ni nk g isik minyak mlm2 sorg2... skang ni robberies n other vices berleluasa. senang2 je nk kelar, ragut, langgar, rog etc. Hehe....cun giler cover line nyer ayat kan...hahhaa.... Lgpon, Ba pesan, mlm2 dok umah. time utk berehat n beribadat. Bukan utk berkaroke ye harap maklum..(deshummm!!!! sedas singgah kt muka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Hepi!!!!sok lusa nangis???xkesah...asalkan aku hepi skang...&lt;br /&gt;(recap: last aku gune ayat tersebut,beberapa hari kendian,aku eksiden.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sape nk ikan pekasam jemput ler ke umah ptg ni...haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2677596157192238915?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2677596157192238915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/colours-of-ranggoli.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2677596157192238915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2677596157192238915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/colours-of-ranggoli.html' title='Colours Of Ranggoli'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlwLfb9yxaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/S6WoeyswjdI/s72-c/cousins_swissvoile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1438591239324108924</id><published>2009-07-10T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:11:58.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sape tau ni kt mane??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlcDaXh09UI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sniZH7sQlnk/s1600-h/image-upload-19-789482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlcDaXh09UI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sniZH7sQlnk/s320/image-upload-19-789482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1438591239324108924?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1438591239324108924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1438591239324108924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1438591239324108924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Sape tau ni kt mane??'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlcDaXh09UI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sniZH7sQlnk/s72-c/image-upload-19-789482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8715977071523453949</id><published>2009-07-10T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:42:11.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kesah dan Pengajaran'/><title type='text'>Kesah Yg Menarik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every morning, we use the Equine-SKVE-Putrajaya route to work. This morning wasn't any different. The only different was that we saw something that doesnt quite go well with the image of Federal Territory of Putrajaya. wot?? meh chek nak habaq. As we exited the SKVE into Putrajaya (Exit after MARDI), in the midst of teasing and laughing, tetbe jek mata ku tertumpu pada objek tepi jalan. ingatkan guni...then;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babi!" shouted DarkSky excitedly. org dok KJ mmg xpenah nmpk babi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besarnya....you mesti dah biasa nmpk kan mase dok kt kem komunis kt Ipoh dulu" suke suki je ek ngata org...cipan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eleh...xbesar pon...I penah tgk babi tunggal hidup2!" huhu psl babi pun nak menang gak tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Roadkill berupa babi di main access to putrajaya?? selekeh gile.across the road, a motorcylist stopped and was talking into his phone, looking at the dead boar. Panggil cine nak jual ler tu...selekeh! ke aku yg terlalu prejudis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cite babi ni reminds me of a story from where i cant remember...so cnt credit the source...sorryyy..... ni la kesah menarik yg aku nak storykan.. bkn cite babi di atas.... hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dari Abdullah bin 'Amr r.a., Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda:"Sampaikanlah PesanKu Biarpun Satu Ayat..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ini penting untuk diketahui, terutama oleh pemuda-pemuda kita yang sering pergi ke negara-negara Eropah dan Amerika di mana daging babi adalah makanan asas dalam hidangan mereka. Dalam kesempatan ini, saya fikir kembali kejadian yang berlangsung ketika Imam Muhammad Abduh mengunjungi Perancis. Mereka bertanya kepadanya mengenai rahsia diharamkannya babi dalam Islam. Mereka bertanya kepada Imam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalian (umat Islam) mengatakan bahwa babi haram,kerana ia memakan sampah yang mengandung cacing pita, mikroba-mikroba dan bakteria-bakteria lainnya. Hal itu sekarang ini sudah tidak ada.Kerana babi diternak dalam peternakan modern, dengan kebersihan terjamin, dan proses sterilisasi yang mencukupi.. Bagaimana mungkin babi-babi itu terjangkit cacing pita atau bakteria dan mikroba lainnya.? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Muhammad Abduh tidak langsung menjawab pertanyaan itu, dan dengan kecerdikannya beliau meminta mereka untuk menghadirkan dua ekor ayam jantan beserta satu ayam betina, dan dua ekor babi jantan beserta satu babi betina mengetahui hal itu, mereka bertanya, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Untuk apa semua ini?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau menjawab, " Penuhi apa yang saya pinta, maka akan saya perlihatkan suatu rahsia." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka memenuhi apa yang beliau pinta.. Kemudian beliau memerintahkan agar melepas dua ekor ayam jantan bersama satu ekor ayam betina dalam satu kandang. Kedua ayam jantan itu berkelahi dan saling membunuh, untuk mendapatkan ayam betina bagi dirinya sendiri, hingga salah satu dari keduanya hampir tewas. Beliau lalu memerintahkan agar mengurung kedua ayam tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian beliau memerintahkan mereka untuk melepas dua ekor babi jantan bersama dengan satu babi betina. Kali ini mereka menyaksikan keanehan. Babi jantan yang satu membantu temannya sesama jantan untuk melaksanakan hajat seksualnnya, tanpa rasa cemburu, tanpa harga diri atau keinginan untuk menjaga babi betina dari temannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya beliau berkata, "Saudara-saudara, daging babi membunuh &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ghirah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* orang yang memakannya. Itulah yang terjadi pada kalian. Seorang lelaki dari kalian melihat isterinya bersama lelaki lain, dan membiarkannya tanpa rasa cemburu, dan seorang bapak di antara kalian melihat anak perempuannya bersama lelaki asing, dan kalian membiarkannya tanpa rasa cemburu, dan was-was, kerana daging babi itu menularkan sifat-sifatnya pada orang yang memakannya"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm....i was born in the year of the PIG (but dat according to Chinese n i am no chinese..void.not valid.exception???). but that is where the similarities end ok.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghirah is an Arabic word which means protectiveness or jealousy. It is a good type of jealousy, like when a man feels jealous or protective over his wife or sisters and other-womenfolk and doesn't like other men to look at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8715977071523453949?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8715977071523453949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-morning-we-use-equine-skve.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8715977071523453949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8715977071523453949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-morning-we-use-equine-skve.html' title='Kesah Yg Menarik'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3167193449371271444</id><published>2009-07-07T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want'/><title type='text'>Come to Momma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly I feel beautiful...wonder why...haha...Lookin' at these wonderful stuffs is like a therapeutic session. like snow in Sahara. like a pardon to death sentence convict. it's a drug no woman can resist! ye la..kalo ade duit mmg xle resist...kalo xde duit melopong je la...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M a Gucci aficionado... Been secretly (until now dat is) harbourin' a wish to get my hands on Flora. But my sis beats me to dat! Urrghh... but me thinks Rush appeals to my senses more... it's has a touch oriental, sharp, woody and floral, whereas Flora is sensual, light, soft, feminine, flowery fragrance. Since my Rush is approching it's 5th-year anniversary on my shelf, better get Flora instead (cilok je la). Price tag?? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;$139&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572921020643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlLRMlYi9xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Wk0lj_XY1aU/s320/gucci_rush_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355546881400784706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlK5g4PYR0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/f4AXAsKoA1I/s320/flora1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yess...nice eh? Being me, of coz i want a bag to hold lots of documents and personal belongings and do not want a big bag that will make me look weirdo or salesgirl...huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549892184091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlK8QISDq4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/FHV_aKeSMXM/s320/coach-braided-leather-extra-large-zoe-bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coach Braided Leather Extra Large Zoe bag&lt;/strong&gt; - an extra large bag with style and sophistication...price tag?? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;$1000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, Louis Vuitton Monogram Embossed Suede Paris Soupe Whisper GM... though this is 08 Fall Collection, I'd give my eye n teeth for this! haih... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355559020579754642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlLEjeNLkpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HPMCi7Ci0_M/s320/09.07.04santoriniLouisVuittonWhisperGM_thumb.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;"Crafted in graphic Louis Vuitton Paris embossed leather, with distinctive details such as silvery flat link chain and a playful pompom, this bag is comfortable to carry by hand or on the shoulder" and so they say.... Price tag? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;$4,040&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. Now for the impossible dream.... Have you seen “most expensive handbag in the world” ? No?Yes? whatever... Now i'll give you the &lt;strong&gt;Hermes Diamond Crocodile Birkin&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355564365281921842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlLJakxeizI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8kALjh1XXOU/s320/090428-the-most-expensive-handbag-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That LV is a junk at most half the price of it. The Hermes Diamond Crocodile Birkin is what Maybach is to cars, Schloss Neuschwanstein is to castles, Monaco is to luxurious nightlife. Ultra luxe croc on a Hermes Birkin is enough to make u beg at a strange SA’s feet, but paired with 14 carats of pave diamonds on the signature Birkin lock and clasp would send me into a continuous groveling state. That sight would not be pretty let me assure u. Recently Doyle New York auctioned off a Hermes Diamond Croc Birkin which sold for $64,800. That price is reasonable, compared to a ‘$140,000 one-of-a-kind pink crocodile Birkin bag with diamond hardware that was sold in one day' when the Hermes Palm Beach Store opened in February 2007. While a Croc Birkin is one my eternal dream list, the diamond encrusted croc Birkin seems a bit farfetched for moi, but is still a masterpiece and the pinnacle of all handbags. To whoever keeps pushing that LV bag as the most expensive in the world (macik CT ek??), feast ur eyes on a bag that makes the LV tag of $45k look like chump change next to $140k. 1 of the proud owner? Posh 'skeletor' Becks, if i got it rite... hmm...the influence of E! hahha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So... xberbaloi? yeah sure. not worth it. but u know...it wud b nice..heck, it wud b something out of this world to have it. but to buy it, no way in hell i'll succumb to this earthy seductive craving. total waste of money tell ya' that...in the end..xleh masuk kubur jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3167193449371271444?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3167193449371271444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-to-momma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3167193449371271444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3167193449371271444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-to-momma.html' title='Come to Momma...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SlLRMlYi9xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Wk0lj_XY1aU/s72-c/gucci_rush_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2062478788858721749</id><published>2009-07-07T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riddle'/><title type='text'>Can You Solve Einstein's Riddle?</title><content type='html'>Einstein wrote this riddle early during the 19th century. He said 98% of the world could not solve it (ek? tu zaman die la..skang dunia dah mberubah, zaman dah moden..ye idok??). It's not hard, you just need to pay attention and be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 houses in 5 different colors. In each house lives a person with a different nationality. The 5 owners drink a certain type of beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar, and keep a certain pet. No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar, or drink the same beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: Who owns the fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hints:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Brit lives in the red house.&lt;br /&gt;* The Swede keeps dogs as pets.&lt;br /&gt;* The Dane drinks tea.&lt;br /&gt;* The green house is on the immediate left of the white house&lt;br /&gt;* The green homeowner drinks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;* The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.&lt;br /&gt;* The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;* The man living in the center house drinks milk.&lt;br /&gt;* The Norwegian lives in the first house.&lt;br /&gt;* The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats.&lt;br /&gt;* The man who keeps the horse lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;* The owner who smokes Bluemaster drinks beer.&lt;br /&gt;* The German smokes prince.&lt;br /&gt;* The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.&lt;br /&gt;* The man who smokes Blend has a neighbor who drinks water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2062478788858721749?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2062478788858721749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-solve-einstein-riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2062478788858721749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2062478788858721749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-you-solve-einstein-riddle.html' title='Can You Solve Einstein&amp;#39;s Riddle?'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-582638630997321022</id><published>2009-07-07T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivational stuff'/><title type='text'>Changing Mindset</title><content type='html'>Thought this would be interesting enough to share ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your company, Comb manufacturers assigned you to sell the comb to the monks in the temples? Can you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) No Way , Impossible!&lt;br /&gt;b) Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;c) I will give it a try in order to follow my boss'instruction.&lt;br /&gt;d) Well, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;e) Ya, I think I can sell ??? (5pcs? 10pcs? 50pcs? or more...you name it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick an answer above and read below to find out if you are/you are going to be a successful person or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story: SELLING COMB TO THE MONK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one company "manufacturing combs" which intends to expand its business and so the management wanted to employ a new Sales Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company ADVERTISED the vacancy in the newspaper . They are so many peoples turned up for the interview everyday....accumulated to almost a hundred peoples in just few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Company now having the problem to choose the right candidate for this position . So, The Company interviewer had set A Difficult Task to whom who want to come for final interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Task Is To : Selling Comb To Monks In Temples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 Applicants willing to stay on for this Final Interview challenge. (Mr A , Mr B , Mr C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Interviewer instructed: "Now I want three of you here to sell these wooden combs to the monks in the temples. You only have 10 days to do it and report to me after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 days, they reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Interviewer asked Mr A:"How many have you sold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr A answered:"Only One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Interviewer asked: "How did you manage to sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr A answered: "The monks in the temples scolded me when I show them the comb . But on my way back to downhill I met a young monk who bought it to scratch his head due to dandruff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Interviewer then asked Mr B: "How many did you sell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr B replied: "10 pieces. I went to a shrine and noticed many devotees's hair was in bad shape due to strong wind outside the shrine. The monk in there listened to my advice and bought 10 combs for their devotees in showing respect to the Buddha statue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, The Chief Interviewer asked Mr C:"How about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr C replied: "1,000 units."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Interviewer and the other 2 interviews were astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief Interviewer asked: "How you did that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr C replied: "I went to a famous temple. After observing for few days I discovered that there were many tourists. I then told the Chief Abbot there. "Sifu, those who come here are much devoted. If you could give them a gift, it will be more elating to them. I told him that I have a bulk of combs here and ask him to raft his handwriting on the combs as a present to those visit here. He was very delighted and straight away ordered 1,000 pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARVARD UNIVERSITY had done a research that says :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 85% of success is due to attitude and 15% is capability&lt;br /&gt;2) Attitude is more important than intelligence , specials skills and luck ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another word , professional knowledge only constitutes for 15% of success of a person and 85% is due to self-cultivation, public relation and adaptability ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the story of Selling Shoes to African ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 2 Salesmen were sent to that continent, one of them reported: Can not do it. No one wears shoes there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second salesman said: "It is good to market . A lot of opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success and Failure is dependent on how we face problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when the economic is good, there are peoples going bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When business is bad , there are many new millionaires produced as well. So , apply now the 85% right working attitude fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something2Share:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this basic principle of 85% right working attitude is also applicable to Plantation Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many problems encountered by planters in their plantations can be overcome for they are not as difficult as "selling comb to monks in temples". Logically it's impossible for no monk will buy a comb because it is used for combing hairs. Monks in temples are simply not your customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with this story, we learn to "think out of the box" and even with 15% capability, we are confident to solve problems for nothing is impossible as long as we have the RIGHT WORKING ATTITUDE with COMMITMENT full of DISCIPLINE, DEDICATION and DETERMINATION. Every time when we watch MISSION IMPOSSIBLE movie, the ending is always POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT FIND EXCUSES NOT TO DO THE POSSIBLE, BUT FIND WAYS AND MEANS TO DO THE POSSIBLE. That's the right working attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala...mcm Bob the Builder la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we fix it? Yes we can!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-582638630997321022?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/582638630997321022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/changing-mindset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/582638630997321022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/582638630997321022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/changing-mindset.html' title='Changing Mindset'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1073113305052926485</id><published>2009-07-03T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a Lil' Dream of Me</title><content type='html'>Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dream a little dream of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1073113305052926485?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1073113305052926485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-lil-dream-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1073113305052926485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1073113305052926485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-lil-dream-of-me.html' title='Dream a Lil&amp;#39; Dream of Me'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1884321501349707431</id><published>2009-07-02T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story To Live By</title><content type='html'>There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Is a Gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,before you say an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,before you complain about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of someone who died too early on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Remember that not one of us is without sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Put a smile on your face and think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're alive and still around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1884321501349707431?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1884321501349707431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1884321501349707431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1884321501349707431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/story-to-live-by.html' title='A Story To Live By'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5706445745047436662</id><published>2009-07-02T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>Got back to work yesterday. For 2 days before dat, I was chained down by the depression. Ha ha…depression la sangat. Dunno what got over me sampaikan aku hanya bertafakur di rumah. It was only for two days and I was like slowly losing my mind out of boredom. But I don’t wanna go out, jalan2 kt mall or park or whatever. It was like I reached the stagnant, motionless phase, unable to neither go forward nor unwind it all. Froze in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m trying to cocoon myself. Shieldin’ myself from the pain and the hurting which this world had dealt me with. Macam comel lak kalo aku leh cocoon-kan diri aku. Yes, 2 days of nothingness. 2 days of being at the point of nonexistence. 2 days of reflecting on my life and thinking…. thinking….. thinking…… 2 days of wallowing in self pity and gathering the strength to get back on my feet. 2 days of finding my inner strength and the courage to move on. And lotsa good it does me, aye, sirrr! Coz, I was rewarded with chocs n a weird looking red rose which at 1st glance I tot it was plastic. After a closer look and a attempt to sniff it (ala..cm dlm movie2…cium2 bunga.bajet cute la jap), it turned out to be made of feathers…so soft and sweet… bagus2. m lovin’ it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While contemplating, somehow, my mind wandered to this piece of poetry, written on the cover album of Tommy Page. Bet most of you xkenal pon sape mamat ni kan. Well, 1 of the advantages ade older sisters is that you know the singer from eons before you were born hehe…. Well, I was like years ago, but I still remember the words… kinda sad yet inspiring, telling me not to give up just yet…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SkxgN44orfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lcQbNwJQUdY/s1600-h/page_t11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SkxgN44orfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lcQbNwJQUdY/s320/page_t11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353759848761175538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something turns to nothing&lt;br /&gt;And nothing makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;There was something in that nothing&lt;br /&gt;It’s gone and you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Life can be lived on one thing&lt;br /&gt;For that one thing it could be something.&lt;br /&gt;So wipe those tears of nothing&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow, there will be something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5706445745047436662?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5706445745047436662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/frozen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5706445745047436662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5706445745047436662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SkxgN44orfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lcQbNwJQUdY/s72-c/page_t11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8287792423339130658</id><published>2009-06-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minggu yg Blur</title><content type='html'>*sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things hepen dis week n left me totally blurred. it started with the shocking news of my friend's untimely death on Monday...eh..xleh cakap untimely coz dah mmg ajal...maybe bcoz i know he had so many plans and things to do. well...what's meant to be is meant to be. Semoga arwah ditempatkan di kalangan org yg beriman. as for me, no Tioman dis year n no more 'Somethin' Stupid' with him. truth be told, i'll miss his forthright and frank ways. i'll never forget those sound advices he gave me and the times when he was there to support me.m soooo sorry i never got the chance to tell him what he had been askin' for quite sometimes. but, it's immaterial now. rest in peace bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday sempat la berehat jap. then Wednesday, my bro told me Ba admitted. kt Pantai Bangsar. so i took half day off. ponteng jek meeting on CLG. biar la dato',datin,prof,dr tu sume wat keje sendiri. even the scrumptious lunch that was provided pon aku biarkan jek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DarkSky pon half day. we went to the hospital and were scanned for fever. after was cleared from the threat of swine flu, we were given a sticker. aku rase mcm ayam daging diskaun time jcard day.warne purple so 50%. sape nak????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad OK thank god. cume BP ada sikiiiiit naek. the next day the doc will conduct the pressure test. so lepak la smpai malam. tp bukan lepak kt bilik, lepak kt startbuck....adoyaiiii....kopak la aku. dah la gaji xmasuk2 lg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then memandangkan Ba ok jek n ramai yg datang, Darksky fetched me n we went to the movie. Transformers baiii..pas movie trus blk. xkuasa aku nak melepak2.xde mood.letih.ditambah lak ngn ratusan manusia n ada yg berperangai mcm bagus n memanaskan ati seolah2 ada batu api.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday after work,went to Jusco Equine. beli baju for Ba as Doc wont release him. so bought him 2 t-shirts, track bottom, socks etc... baju tu cun what...can be considered as baju raya la ek Ba..hehe... Fri day baru boleh. aku syak tektik Doc je ni tau. tp xpe la.So pegi la Spital. this time alone. Darksky pulang utk meneruskan dengkurannya. pas scan for swine flu again, aku xtrus naek bilik,aku usha Starbuck. Saheh! mmg kt sana. Aci,Om n Ba. aku pon teringin sakit cmni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today time lunch i called Ucik. Doc wont release my dad lg. Sugar level lak naek. byk songeh lak doc ni.saje nak tahan. dah 4 hari dah kt Pantai.bil usah cite. 4 pressure test pon mau 2k.ditambah lg ngn 3 hari melantak kt Starbuck. kesian la kt sy doc...sugar sy pon naek da minum ice blended jek hari2...huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after work today, xle la sesi lepak2...shoot trus ke spital stabaq pantai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aku blurrrrrr.......sok nak p melaka pon xde mood. sesi shoppin2 with sista2 pon put on hold lu until Ba is released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8287792423339130658?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8287792423339130658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/minggu-yg-blur.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8287792423339130658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8287792423339130658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/minggu-yg-blur.html' title='Minggu yg Blur'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2157730062246182115</id><published>2009-06-22T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macam2...</title><content type='html'>"tangkap Cipan tu!" aku pon braced myself and posed ala2 seorg Matador. mane tah asal usul sekor anak cipan ni. tibe2 je sesat masuk umah. kalo ular masuk, tandanya kite n umah tu xkekal lama,xpon tu jin noti yusry. kalo rama2, nak kene pinang ler anak dara dlm umah tu. alahai,mase aku kecik2 dulu, rama2 masuk mulut,sampai skang aku xkawen2. ke tu kupu2 yg aku ngap??? whatever la. so cipan tu....tetbe die pusing ke arah aku berlari2 anak cipan smbil tersenyum (i swear it did). aku terkesima melihat senyumannya n froze...menanti impact yg pasti menyakitkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEDEGANGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole body jerked!i felt like falling slowly,endlessly....then mate aku terbukak...ok. mcm bagus nyer mimpi...but the sound was real i think...aku mengintai dr tingkap. OK, Tumblebug aku safe n sound asleep kt depan umah..my housemate's ride also selamat kt porch. mesti kt lorong sebelah rumah. teringat aku kt kazen Monggol aku yg pernah mencalarkan body solid Tumblebug yg di parked kt lorong gelap itu. siot jek ko kazen. macam la xmuat tho ade kete or SUV parked at the side. CRV lalu pon lepas jek. bukan takat tu, van oren sekolah pon leh lepas...mcm la neo ko tu besar Hummer...naseb ko jiwa kaco time tu...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's how my day started out yesterday. Startled n stunned. bunyik lori pikap hon2 smbil jual tilam or "old newspaper"  aku dah immune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bile tgk Melodi baru tingat it was Father's Day! dah la ati tgh sedih sebab WW3 nearly started coz i dunno how to accept no for an answer... so ati ni trus sayu tingatkan Ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Father's Day Ba! u r the best father i cud hev hoped 4!love u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my sms to Ba. mane penah aku ckp ala2 cmtu ngn Ba. malu ler. Time induction kt IKHWAS,  en. Joe, our faci for that day bg 1 ceramah yg sgt menginsafkan (sekejap). Dunno samada aku penah cite kt sini or not but i'll tell again anyway. he asked;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pernah x kamu tanpa sebab khusus, cium n pelok ibu n ayah kamu and cakap Terima Kasih? selain Hari Raya tu sume.tak? kenapa? malu?segan??. tetapi pada pasangan kamu, kamu ucapkan Terima Kasih Sayang hanya di atas pemberian sekuntum bunga ros merah, padahal bunga itu akan layu pada keesokan harinya, sedangkan pemberian ibu n ayah xpernah layu dimamah masa" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhh makan dalam tu baiii! pedihnya hingga menikam kalbu...bisanya...so time tu banyak la kedengaran bunyi batuk2 cover. then biler berkumandang lagu Ayah dan Ibu bersama video cesarean delivery, time tu trus srooottt! srooottt! kiri kanan depan blakang. yg laki cover macho...pigi daaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day, Ba replied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tq for that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...Ba being Ba, it was more than enough 4 me. ye la..selalu juz Tq or OK. this time 3 words. n my day was simply beautiful. tambah2 WW3 pon xjadi, ye la...sejuk jek perot nibile nampak rupa...cmne nak marah...hehehe. cian...tgh2 hari remang, peloh2, datang gak memujuk.....that tiny weeny miny white flower ada lg i simpan tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......tp aku xucap tenkiu pon.hahahaha. well u did say to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tak semua bende perlu diucap dgn kata2....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2157730062246182115?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2157730062246182115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/macam2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2157730062246182115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2157730062246182115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/macam2.html' title='Macam2...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4230553745742538858</id><published>2009-06-15T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Findin' n Keepin' a Life Partner (susah sgt ke?)</title><content type='html'>FINDING AND KEEPING A LIFE PARTNER by Dov Heller, M.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50%, it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr./Miss. Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married, they'll say: 'We're in love'; I believe this is the ..1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love. Though this may sound 'not politically correct', there's a profound truth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come. Let me say it again: 'You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone'; You need a lot more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..1: Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things can happen in a marriage: &lt;br /&gt;(1) You can grow together, or&lt;br /&gt;(2) You can grow apart. &lt;br /&gt;50% of the people out there are growing apart. To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line; marry someone who wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship. Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust i.e. trust that I won't get 'punished'; or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..3: Is he/she a &lt;em&gt;mensch&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;mensch&lt;/em&gt; is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions. Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis? Are they serious about improving themselves? A teacher of mine defines a good person as 'someone who is always striving to be good and do the right'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask about your significant other: What do they do with their time? Is this person materialistic? Usually amaterialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are essentially two types of people in the world: &lt;br /&gt;(1) People who are dedicated to personal growth and &lt;br /&gt;(2) people who are dedicated to seeking comfort. &lt;br /&gt;Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..4: How does he/she treat other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and selfâ€' absorbed? To measure this, think about the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as waiters, bus boys, taxi drivers, etc.. &lt;br /&gt;-How do they treat their parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything; can you do nearly as much for them? You can be sure that someone, who treats others poorly, will eventually treat you poorly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of trying to 'improve'; them after they're married. As a colleague of mine puts it: 'You can probably expect someone to change after marriage for the worse' If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous. The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating; to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself trouble because you didn't do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perspective...&lt;br /&gt;There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going anywhere relationships. Observe the relationships around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention...&lt;br /&gt;Which ones lift and which ones lean?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones encourage and which ones discourage?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?&lt;br /&gt;When you leave certain people do you feel better or feel worse?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones dont appreciate you?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones make you feel good, praises you, boosts you with loving and&lt;br /&gt;caring words or annotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you...the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, 'Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye'; Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare and control?&lt;br /&gt;What do you bring to the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain?&lt;br /&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt;If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and 'a life'; you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain. Seeking status, sex, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KEEPS A RELATIONSHIP STRONG IS:&lt;br /&gt;1. TRUST&lt;br /&gt;2. COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;3. INTIMACY&lt;br /&gt;4. A SENSE OF HUMOR&lt;br /&gt;5. SHARING TASKS&lt;br /&gt;6. DAILY EXCHANGES (meal, shared activity, hug, call, touch, notes,etc.)&lt;br /&gt;7. SHARING COMMON GOALS AND INTERESTS&lt;br /&gt;8. GIVING EACH OTHER SPACE TO GROW WITHOUT FEELING INSECURE &lt;br /&gt;9. GIVING EACH OTHER A SENSE OF BELONGING AND ASSURANCES OF COMMITMENT &lt;br /&gt;10.CONCERN AND CARE FOR YOUR LOVER IN YOUR OWN WAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as&lt;br /&gt;resentment withdrawal, abuse, neglect, and dishonesty; and pain will&lt;br /&gt;replace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4230553745742538858?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4230553745742538858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/findin-n-keepin-life-partner-susah-sgt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4230553745742538858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4230553745742538858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/findin-n-keepin-life-partner-susah-sgt.html' title='Findin&amp;#39; n Keepin&amp;#39; a Life Partner (susah sgt ke?)'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2486808109572243377</id><published>2009-06-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Cipan Run</title><content type='html'>Been a while... so many things happened and i really hev no idea where to start. so better i just kept it inside. hehe. yg penting i need to improve my stamina. 2.4km in 16 minutes??? not acceptable at all.. i know i can do better if only i didnt fell victim to that ol' trick employed by those ppl @ Ikhwas. cmne nak lari kalo pewot penuh ngn air?? bodus!!! afer dat we were forced to star jump, squad jump, frog leap, push up, sit up...zapin and poco2 xketinggalan. it was tiring, waking up at the crack of dawn and do those physical actvties. but in the end, it was fun actually..hehe... cant wait for the next seminars and activties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at my new office. n yg penting, my place is much bigger than that high and mighty 'Kongkiak' my EX-Boss..hahaha...aku suke dowh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2486808109572243377?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2486808109572243377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/run-cipan-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2486808109572243377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2486808109572243377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/run-cipan-run.html' title='Run Cipan Run'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5149674745630548532</id><published>2009-05-29T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>hmm...pretty early for me to be here @ library. truth is, ijust can stand even 1 second longer, stucked inside that meetin' room with nothin' to do. i've nearly blistered my thumbs from aggressively moving Sub-Zero and Sindel, makin' them kickin' thrashin' K-O'ing their opponents in that black PSP, courtesy from DarkSky. i've read the Captain's Lady till my eyes watered and went blurry. i nearly went berserk after readin' the newspaper, taken from the waitin' area, from all the injustice done in this world! truth is...yes i'm goin' bananas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp...not only here @ work. kt rumah pon aku bosan gak. yep. i've always dreamed off a good rest. just chillin',lazing. tp smlm huhuhu...busan dowh! nobody's home and m too dem lazy to go out. so buat megi goreng (housemate,sy amek megi kari. halalkan ek) and just watched Legend of the Fall. me ex-opismates ajak datang umah last nite but i turn it down cos malas datang sorg when everybody else is bringing their better (better sgt ke??) half. cm loser lak if i m to show up on the doorstep 'sola'. loser is the 1 thing i'm not, tho ade gak manusia yg macam bagus yg mulut xinsuran, suke-suke hati panggil org laen loser..budus! eh..berbalik ke topic. tp ape yg loser nyer being on my own?ape da... mentaliti cap cipan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5149674745630548532?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5149674745630548532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/bananas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5149674745630548532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5149674745630548532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7234699775076970748</id><published>2009-05-27T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>dem! 'nother blase,phlegmatic,lethargic and torpid day. i'm @ my wits end tryin' to keep me amused so that i wont get inflicted by this unfeeling, endless ennui and become loco. gimme somethin' better to do!!! tp starting next week lak, i'll be busy the bees.and they'll torture me to death during the 1 week induction @ Kluang. dem!!i'll mess my cousin's weddin' @ SP. aku dah janji nak p dah...huhu. what to do, duty calls. i was about to quit but my dad kept on motivatin me. i owe him so much! dunno what i'll turn into without him. back to the kenuri thing. maybe it's a good thing me not goin'. kazen2 sume mesti berkumpul,dengan pak dia mak dia tok menakan pupu pak menakan 2 pupu belah mak tam limah, suma2 la...mesti aku kena fire with cmni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hang bila lg?'&lt;br /&gt;'dah keja gomen ni nak tgu apa lg?'&lt;br /&gt;'ni nak habaq mai,26 tu dah tua tau.boleh beranak 2 3 ekoq dah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeh...incessant naggin' to get me tie the knot, get knocked and start multiplying like rabbits!duh...there's more to life than just that u know!i'm not ready to settle down just yet. or maybe i am ready but i'm the state of denial or maybe i'm concocting these excuses to...to...to what? ntah la...aku malaas nak pikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now m @ the lib. biotech dept best x????nak buat research jap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7234699775076970748?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7234699775076970748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/jaded.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7234699775076970748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7234699775076970748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8788271528880249784</id><published>2009-05-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baru</title><content type='html'>aku d tempat baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suasana baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;org baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makanan baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerja baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawan baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabaran baru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakwe baru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngehngeh...aku bosan dol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8788271528880249784?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8788271528880249784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/baru.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8788271528880249784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8788271528880249784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/baru.html' title='Baru'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7931149304943914292</id><published>2009-05-22T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>URGHH DEMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a lil' emo @ the moment. blom pape lg. guess i hate changes. dats y. I hate to breakaway from my comfort zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kring....Kringgggg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glanced @ the caller ID. Bos dak2 moderator @15 rupenye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bos mod: &lt;em&gt;'Pah...nape xbgtau abg pah nak pergi?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku: &lt;em&gt;'erk...'&lt;/em&gt; abg??&lt;br /&gt;bos mod: &lt;em&gt;'pah...sape nak carikan butang baju melayu abg lepas ni?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku: &lt;em&gt;'Huhuhu....Hasnah ada,Rohani pun ada...mintak la kt dorg'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..tergelak jap aku melayan panggilan tersebut. He's been like dat ever since I first join the team. agak keladi but nice guy. Tp ilang la emo aku td.good riddance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7931149304943914292?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7931149304943914292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7931149304943914292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7931149304943914292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3356760453338149860</id><published>2009-05-21T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Hari Terakhir di ASTRO</title><content type='html'>Hmm....dem tired! just finished packin' my stuffs. petang ni angkut sume balik umh. tomorrow gotta do the LDO steps (Last Day Office). Hence, figure i'll ne pretty busy tomorrow. dak2 opis lak nak throw a farewell party. Hmm... dem! I hate goodbyes. Never good at it. I hate gettin' all emotional with friends and colleagues and acquaintances. Dgn bf xpe. Best. Hahaha…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started calling me Puan. Geez…poyos gile! Dem! It’ll be hard to leave them. 2 years together-gether. Dr Cyberjaya ke TPM. So many things changed. So many things happened. And I have to admit, I’ve become attached to them. Huhuhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcm xpercaya pun ada…aku leaving ASTRO.... berjuta kali aku bgtau kawan2 aku yg I’m quitting but it just never happen. Hehe.. so kepada sesiapa yg slalu gelakkan aku bile aku cakap cmtu, haa…this time it will be for real. Ahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things really happened for reason. Sometimes we got to know what the reasons are but most of the times it’s beyond our comprehension, tp yg aku tau, kalo aku dapat this offer lebih awl, aku xdapat bonus. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to family,kengkawan yg memberi semangat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3356760453338149860?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3356760453338149860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hari-hari-terakhir-di-astro.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3356760453338149860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3356760453338149860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hari-hari-terakhir-di-astro.html' title='Hari Hari Terakhir di ASTRO'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3019687691811608425</id><published>2009-05-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me luck</title><content type='html'>Tuesday May 19th 2009.....m off to Putrajaya, hopin' to hear something dat could make my day....wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3019687691811608425?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3019687691811608425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-me-luck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3019687691811608425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3019687691811608425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-me-luck.html' title='Wish me luck'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7946725160593824312</id><published>2009-05-18T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silent Pondering'/><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>Aku bosan.Aku mencari Mp3 coz the ones dlm pc aku dah kene buang.Then i stumbled upon this song.once,a long,long time ago (felt like ages!) I was deeply touched bile someone dedicated this song with custom made clip to me after a big fight.The wording and the clip was enaf to make me smiled again.Hmm....those were the days. We win some, we lose some. We just can't have it all. Nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me by Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me again?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I said&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the words come out&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I would die&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you look at me&lt;br /&gt;You're not shouting anymore&lt;br /&gt;You're silently broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything now&lt;br /&gt;to kill those words for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you were made for me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;How happy you make me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live this life&lt;br /&gt;Without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I need you to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me&lt;br /&gt;You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you forgive me again&lt;br /&gt;You're my one true friend&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to hurt you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7946725160593824312?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7946725160593824312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7946725160593824312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7946725160593824312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4938374362753728200</id><published>2009-05-15T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semalam Dalam Sejarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari semalam akan forever will be etched in the history…how could it be not when I did the stupidest thing, something I shud’ve hev known better than let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with me waking up, startled and dazed by the ringing of the phone. Shea Nee called asking me to bring her stuff to the training and I was like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Training? Oh…training…today….OWH SHIT! I’m late!’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergegas aku mandi sambil piker melayang my 20 bucks today coz parking kt situ mahal….shuttle from ASTRO dah lepas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the midst of bersiap, kin baju berterabur, a thought hit me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘hey, nape x ponteng jek…semalam pon aku half day jek training...alang2…’&lt;br /&gt;‘hehhehe…bijak2’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…aku pon sambung tdo……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm: went to Chinese Muslim Restaurant kt KJ with DarkSky for lunch….then bergerak ke Cineleisure…nak tgk wayang….and bermula la hari bersejarah aku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: LDP (flyover before D.U)&lt;br /&gt;Situation: getting congested by the minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DarkSky:&lt;em&gt; ‘eh apsal lampu bateri and air menyala’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;‘mati enjin lagi la tu hehehe’ noob…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Darksky:&lt;em&gt; ‘haah la…eh start pon xboleh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;‘….?’demmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darksky: &lt;em&gt;‘ You…temperature naek la….overheat!’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Double demmmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka...DarkSky terpaksa la menolak kete turun bukit dengan penuh macho. sambil aku mengemudi….mmg jam la….pas tolak ketepi baru la smooth sikit….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air radiator memang kering kontang…. Tuang air masuk tukar jd wap trus…hehehe….Naseb la dlm kete kakak aku tu ada 6 botol air.heheh…so dapat la kete berjalan seperti biasa dlm 15 minit…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh adventure hari kami. Tetapi maseh boleh bergelak ketawa…terutama aku…mentertawakan kebodohan diri sendiri…mentang2 la kete pinjam…naseb anak2 ayah aku memangg spare air byk dalam kete…kalo x, terpaksalah DarkSky menapak dengan penuh kepasrahan dan semangat yg tetap utuh, mencari stesen minyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupon malang, kami tetap ada mood tgk Star Trek….walaupon Captain Kirk macho, macho lagi DarkSky semasa menolak kete time tgh sesak! menurut katanya...while he was trying to maintain tahap kemachoan tho he was suffocating with the steaming radiator, awek2 rempit sempat mengakat2 kening dan mengenyit2kan mata kepadanya...hurm...leh caye ke???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the edge of my mind to check the car...ye la kete pinjam...kete aku dulu 3 minggu skali baru aku check...ni kete dah lebih 10thn...kene la lagi kerap...tp tu la...mende nak jadi kan...hahaha cm ayat penyedap ati jek bunyik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story: Walau ape pon terjadi…be able to laugh it off..Life’s too short to be taken seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4938374362753728200?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4938374362753728200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/semalam-dalam-sejarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4938374362753728200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4938374362753728200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/semalam-dalam-sejarah.html' title='Semalam Dalam Sejarah'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6512316701801585137</id><published>2009-05-15T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menuju Puncak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Those who havent plan anything for Saturday nite, here's an idea;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335888058511200962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sgzh6yDPEsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/imHiF0XM6QQ/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interested?gimme a kol k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6512316701801585137?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6512316701801585137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/menuju-puncak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6512316701801585137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6512316701801585137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/menuju-puncak.html' title='Menuju Puncak...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sgzh6yDPEsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/imHiF0XM6QQ/s72-c/DSC00881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8954841941872466021</id><published>2009-05-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karutan semasa membuat OT</title><content type='html'>after semalaman and seharian melayan jiwa yg kacau bilau, gundah gulana,duka nestapa,duka lara....akhirnya aku mendapat news yg mampu membuatkan aku tersenyum lega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp jahat ke aku coz i felt that way?idop org nape aku nak kacau?hmm....yg pasti aku nak org2 disekeliling aku, yg aku betul2 kesah,bahagia....susah sgt ke nk capai bahagia??bukannya macam nak capai nirvana yg pasti xtercapai tu....tp ia memang elusive kan.....xpe sahabatku....sabar2 coz things happen when u least expect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8954841941872466021?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8954841941872466021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/karutan-semasa-membuat-ot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8954841941872466021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8954841941872466021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/karutan-semasa-membuat-ot.html' title='karutan semasa membuat OT'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3881012436576744297</id><published>2009-05-12T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Kini #4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dem tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ke hulu ke hilir dgn pelbagai issues. dah la Astro packed ngn dak2 yg datang tgk recording Jangan Lupa Lirik... sesak dgn pelbagai bau! tp aku gagahkan jua diri...Kawan aku EL so bertambahlah lagi bebanan aku....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sape2 yg suke tgk AFC tu...hargailah pengorbanan aku ni...huhuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334862311215414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sgk9AbmdPBI/AAAAAAAAANw/2sfiyr9Yr7Y/s320/masthead_01_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3881012436576744297?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3881012436576744297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3881012436576744297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3881012436576744297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini-4.html' title='Aku Kini #4...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sgk9AbmdPBI/AAAAAAAAANw/2sfiyr9Yr7Y/s72-c/masthead_01_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4296493675379364154</id><published>2009-05-12T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Kini #3...</title><content type='html'>aku kini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m in emotional rut. draped with sense of guilt, utter helplessness so great that left me gasping for breath...literally! it was so scary. and it was ugly as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demmit! i need to get out of it. cant stay wallowin' in self pity and kept blamin' other people and waiting for others to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are responsible for our actions thus the consequences it follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adui la...saket saket....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4296493675379364154?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4296493675379364154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4296493675379364154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4296493675379364154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini-3.html' title='Aku Kini #3...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5153099889358317501</id><published>2009-05-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orang kata aku lahir dari perut mak..&lt;br /&gt;(bukan org kata...memang betul)&lt;br /&gt;Bila dahaga, yang susukan aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila lapar, yang suapkan aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila keseorangan, yang sentiasa di sampingku.. .. mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kata mak, perkataan pertama yang aku sebut.... Mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila bangun tidur, aku cari.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nangis, orang pertama yang datang .... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nak bermanja, aku dekati.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nak bergesel, aku duduk sebelah.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sedih, yang boleh memujukku hanya.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nakal, yang memarahi aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila merajuk, yang memujukku cuma.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila melakukan kesalahan, yang paling cepat marah.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila takut, yang tenangkan aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nak peluk, yang aku suka peluk.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku selalu teringatkan .... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sedih, aku mesti talipon.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila seronok, orang pertama aku nak beritahu..... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila bengang.. aku suka luah pada.. mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila takut, aku selalu panggil... "mmaaakkkk! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sakit, orang paling risau adalah.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nak exam, orang paling sibuk juga.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila buat hal, yang marah aku dulu.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila ada masalah, yang paling risau.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang masih peluk dan cium aku sampai hari ni.. mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang selalu masak makanan kegemaranku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kalau balik ke kampung, yang selalu bekalkan ulam &amp;amp; lauk pauk.....mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang selalu simpan dan kemaskan barang-barang aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang selalu berleter kat aku... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang selalu puji aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yang selalu nasihat aku.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nak kahwin..Orang pertama aku tunjuk dan rujuk..... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ada pasangan hidup sendiri....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila seronok, aku cari.......pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sedih, aku cari....... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila berjaya, aku ceritakan pada....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila gagal, aku ceritakan pada.... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila bahagia, aku peluk erat....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila berduka, aku peluk erat.... emakku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila nak bercuti, aku bawa....pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sibuk, aku hantar anak ke rumah..... mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sambut valentine.... Aku bagi hadiah pada pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila sambut hari ibu...aku cuma dapat ucapkan "Selamat Hari Ibu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selalu.. aku ingat pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selalu.. mak ingat kat aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila-bila... aku akan talipon pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entah bila... aku nak talipon mak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selalu....aku belikan hadiah untuk pasanganku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entah bila... aku nak belikan hadiah untuk emak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Renungkan:"Kalau kau sudah habis belajar dan berkerja... bolehkah kau kirimwang untuk mak?mak bukan nak banyak... lima puluh ringgit sebulan pun cukuplah"...Berderai air mata jika kita mendengarnya........ Tapi kalau mak sudah tiada..... MAKKKKK... RINDU MAK..... RINDU SANGAT....Berapa ramai yang sanggup menyuapkan ibunya....berapa ramai yang sanggup mencuci muntah ibunya......berapa ramai yang sanggup mengantikan lampin ibunya......berapa ramai yang sanggup membersihkan najis ibunya.......berapa ramai yang sanggup membuang ulat dan membersihkan lukakudis ibunya....berapa ramai yang sanggup berhenti kerja untuk menjaga ibunya.....dan akhir sekali berapa ramai yang sembahyang JENAZAH ibunya...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seorang anak mendapatkan ibunya yang sedang sibuk menyediakan makan malam di dapur lalu menghulurkan sekeping kertas yang bertulis sesuatu. Si ibu segera mengesatkan tangan di apron menyambut kertasyang dihulurkan oleh si anak lalu membacanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kos upah membantu ibu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Tolong pergi kedai : RM4.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Tolong jaga adik : RM4..00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Tolong buang sampah : RM1.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Tolong kemas bilik : RM2.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) Tolong siram bunga : RM3.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6) Tolong sapu sampah : RM3.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jumlah : RM17.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selesai membaca, si ibu tersenyum memandang si anak sambil sesuatuberlegar-legar si mindanya. Si ibu mencapai sebatang pen dan menulis sesuatu di belakang kertas yang sama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Kos mengandungkanmu selama 9 bulan - PERCUMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Kos berjaga malam kerana menjagamu - PERCUMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Kos air mata yang menitis keranamu - PERCUMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Kos kerunsingan kerana bimbangkanmu - PERCUMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) Kos menyediakan makan minum, pakaian, dan keperluanmu -PERCUMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jumlah Keseluruhan Nilai Kasihku - PERCUMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Air mata si anak berlinang setelah membaca apa yang dituliskan olehsiibu. Si anak menatap wajah ibu,memeluknya dan berkata,"Saya Sayangkan Ibu". Kemudian si anak mengambil pen dan menulis"Telah Dibayar" pada mukasurat yang sama ditulisnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sedih kan? bukan first time aku dapat email2 cite ni...byk kali..but everytime aku bace...memang aku sebak...coz sooooo true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as i was reading this, my mind went back to my childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ja kok Ja, gulai nangka,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manja cantik Mak suka'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's how she used to wake me up every morning. singing in that melodious voice of her. sitting beside my bed, caressing my hair...while i was thinking like;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'alaa....nak tidoq lagi....jgn la gerak'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;huhuhu....kejamkan aku....over the years, i'm becoming more and more distant with her and my family. how i regret that. how i wish i could turn back the times and start all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want to take back setiap 'uh' dalam percakapan aku dgn mak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want to do all those things yg mak nak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but i cant. still, i do hev the chance to make a change.... i hope it is never too late....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the moms in the world!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5153099889358317501?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5153099889358317501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/mak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5153099889358317501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5153099889358317501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/mak.html' title='Mak...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7278081612450430063</id><published>2009-05-06T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kejam kan aku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;@ the moment I feel so rotten! So very ungrateful! Just now my sis sms me telling my dad @ Jln Bandar. Obviously he being there has something to do with the accident. He must be there to collect those documents. He went there by BUS! I cant imagine and everytime I tried to, I felt like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, last week during weekend, I ask him bout my car, when will it be ready. He said he was waiting for docs from police. OK la. Aku pon bukan nak kete cepat sgt just nak tanya. OK I admit memang aku agak xsabar coz Kancil tu memang menyakitkan, but I can deal with it. Sumpah! I don’t mind at all….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I heard that Ba went to KL by bus just to get the documents, I’m sooo devastated. I felt like ungrateful child! atau adakah after derma darah kita akan rase lebih emosional?? Maybe, maybe not. So I sms Ba (SMS jek…???chicken!);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Ba, awat xbagitau nak p situ. Manja leh pi amek sendiri kalo ba bgtau.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘ta apa la’&lt;/em&gt; sms my Dad memang simple jek..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Ba mai dengan apa?balik bila?’&lt;/em&gt; lagi mau tanya naek apa kan?konon berlakon innocent la tu…tak gune nyer anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Ba nak balik dah. Awat?’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Tak dak la. Rase guilty sebab Ba yang kena mai amek. Igt insurans settlekan semua tu..huhuhu’&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Banyak lagi aku nak cakap…But I just couldn’t say it. Dada ni dah rase berat dah… serious I felt like shit! Tu la masalah aku kalo dengan family. I couldn’t ckp what’s in my head, apetah lagi in my heart. Sbb aku sgt emotional! Nanti aku menangis jek. Aku xsuke menangis depan org! I just couldn’t! Malu dowh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my Dad replied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Ta apa. Ba besarkan Manja lagi susah. Take care.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Air mata aku laju je keluar time tu gak. Kt café. In front of my colleagues. Malu?? No, I’m glad!! So damn proud of my Dad! I even told my colleagues bout it… Dorg terdiam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Bagus ayah ko kan…..’&lt;/em&gt; Kak Linda said slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akak, u hev no idea….. He never said he loves me. He never hugs me anymore since dah besar panjang. But everything he did, somehow, I can see his love for me. Dr dia la aku paham expression ‘Actions speak louder than words’. Dr dia la aku belajar untuk berdikari and selok belok kehidupan. Xpernah putus dr pesanan and teguran… mati hidup balik pon I will never find a person who is as patient and as strong as he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sememangnya…I don’t deserve him…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7278081612450430063?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7278081612450430063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/kejam-kan-aku.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7278081612450430063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7278081612450430063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/kejam-kan-aku.html' title='Kejam kan aku...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3015118979223001776</id><published>2009-05-06T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Derma Dara?h</title><content type='html'>m giving away my blood today... 1st time. not afraid of needle. juz dat m not sure my blood is good enaf for other people. i do hev allergies esp to antibiotic... but i want to nevertheless. mana la tau ada doc yg best nak participate...haha..but it wud be real nice kalo Edward Cullen or Lestat or Louise or Armand, yang take my blood...*sigh....it'll be the first time i'd swoon..haha...imagine that. that reminds me, i never got the chance to read all Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles...dis weekend Pay Less Book got sale at Ampang Point. better go and check it out... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Armand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332557261446186706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgEMk4DuBtI/AAAAAAAAANY/Bta47pHAKHU/s320/Armand14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Louise and Lestat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332558287895639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgENgn4VttI/AAAAAAAAANg/ovKBwXAhz3s/s320/interview2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen (a tad too 'pretty boy' for a vampire me think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332559472831789346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgEOlmHIeSI/AAAAAAAAANo/jQ0Cw5YI_u0/s320/222.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3015118979223001776?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3015118979223001776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/derma-darah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3015118979223001776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3015118979223001776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/derma-darah.html' title='Derma Dara?h'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgEMk4DuBtI/AAAAAAAAANY/Bta47pHAKHU/s72-c/Armand14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3078121729554932187</id><published>2009-05-05T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally @ Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started to feel real drowsy. So I google. Segala mala aku google. Last2 aku google cipanbagus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332270004059636354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgAHUS5yAoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T7yarV1_0AA/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yang last tu buat aku tercengang…rubbed my eyes a few times..but still the image is the same…erk?? &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cipanbagus??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332270307734748066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgAHl-Lke6I/AAAAAAAAANA/MxMwfKdTCqg/s320/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Confirmed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332270518202284338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgAHyOO8OTI/AAAAAAAAANI/3TIm1s3WPFw/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tgk...azambalakong pon ujud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332270850102928226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgAIFiqOI2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wtNZ2kAsB7E/s320/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dating website?????? biaq betoi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth did my blog landed here?????Can any1 shed some light on this bizarre occurrence? Totally @ lost and in the dark....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3078121729554932187?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3078121729554932187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-lost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3078121729554932187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3078121729554932187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-lost.html' title='Totally @ Lost'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SgAHUS5yAoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T7yarV1_0AA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1425847420316544718</id><published>2009-05-05T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melalut'/><title type='text'>Aku Kini #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ForeTV Training: Acquisiton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Create Programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Assign Version against prog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Create Rights Record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Specify Runs Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Create Series Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Create Acquisition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Link Programme Rights + Acquisiton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Set up Cost for Programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Create Payment Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lock Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nia wants us to do all of those. the thing is i cant remember what the heck i shud do... hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Richard!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sayang gile. dah cun2 dah Mr. Kongkiak EL today. his wife's ford focus broke down this morning. mengikut logic akalku, wife die la EL. die kan mat rempit. bukannyer bwk kete pon. tp biasalah...boss...sape nak mrh...maybe die belum puas bercuti. ye la..bonus berpuluh riban kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tp sayang seribu kali sayang....he EL the day aku on training. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sesungguhnya aku sangat busan. thats y aku melalut tanpa sebarang arah tujuan atau pon sebarang topic utk dibincangkan selain kebusanan aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Suddenly i feel like having some choc cakes. or maybe those small cute cupcakes. but the only cakes they sell here @ the cafe is from Palace of Golden Horses. Believe me...Secret recipe lagi sedap. Went there a few times. Lunch quite OK la (really OK tp saying that nak tunjuk kerek sikit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So, Richard force me to look at credit cards again. told him i just paid thousands (chewahh..tp mmg betol but tak lah seteruk how it sounded like).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What??How much u used ur card??Wahh...so kaya one la u. u can la..itu Vitara sponsor'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hangguk ko la Rich, if only u knew....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But it all is about to change coz m not goin' to use it till I clear it all. Good on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1425847420316544718?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1425847420316544718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1425847420316544718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1425847420316544718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini-2.html' title='Aku Kini #2'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6641655959496175818</id><published>2009-05-05T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Maybank2Hell!</title><content type='html'>Lunch break....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow aku terperasan today is 5th May already and still havent got to settle the bills and all. huhu.. y do i hev to hate this part? guess everybody does too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..bermula la sesi Maybank2u aku for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first to my dad. for my tumblebug yg i still havent lay my eyes on since that fateful day. mish u and tho u r not by my side........i......i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....still hev to pay 4 u!!!! urgghhh.... thanks heaven only 1 year is left.tp kalo mintak big boss yg pay-kan aci x???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second payment is to cipan sulong rumah sewa ku...hehehe..babe, thnk for the advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third is the most excruciating of 'em all! that damn plactic money! first time aku bayar dalam &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; angka..agak mcm nak menangis pon ada tp yang pasti BP naek mandadak bile tgk balance yang still xclear2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; do not use plastic. u r just creating urself a credit card mess!u spend the money that u dont possess (dah mcm lagu shania lak..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go green! hehe ade kene mengena ke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6641655959496175818?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6641655959496175818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybank2hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6641655959496175818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6641655959496175818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybank2hell.html' title='Maybank2Hell!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5081032589549027284</id><published>2009-05-05T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Kini....</title><content type='html'>Aku kini dalam training.....&lt;br /&gt;Aku busan&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan Richard bukak website credit cards from all banks&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpikir utk apply another card... akan tatapi&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak mahu dibelenggu hutang iutang&lt;br /&gt;lalu aku trus katakan tidak kepada richard.&lt;br /&gt;aku truskan training....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzzzzzz.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5081032589549027284?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5081032589549027284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5081032589549027284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5081032589549027284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-kini.html' title='Aku Kini....'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8776514888603081472</id><published>2009-05-04T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau Jodoh Tak Ke Mana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erm..quite a busy weekend. Got me a new bag yesterday. Haha… terima kaseh kepada pihak penaja yang sudi menswipe kan card anda. Since dah taja I this bag, then you can start slinging that Esprit bag of yours. I won’t get hysterical anymore. Sorry ek… forgot to mention that this was the bag I saw in Alamanda on that hari yang malang untuk cipan yang malang… thought the sale was over but yesterday when we went to Sogo to find perfume, bertembung lagi lak. Tu la orang kata… kalo dah jodoh…hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8776514888603081472?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8776514888603081472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/kalau-jodoh-tak-ke-mana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8776514888603081472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8776514888603081472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/kalau-jodoh-tak-ke-mana.html' title='Kalau Jodoh Tak Ke Mana'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4154916691928374270</id><published>2009-04-30T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Menu for Tonite #2</title><content type='html'>Special tonite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Capelli D'Angelo Bolognese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housemates ku sekalian, diharapkan tidak pulang awal2 ye. Kite soru dulu.&lt;br /&gt;My fella BK frens, do drop by.&lt;br /&gt;Azambalakong, I'll save you a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p's: Just hope my mom won't ask me to send her to SP tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4154916691928374270?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4154916691928374270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/menu-for-tonite-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4154916691928374270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4154916691928374270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/menu-for-tonite-2.html' title='Menu for Tonite #2'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7898463798818666370</id><published>2009-04-29T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silent Pondering'/><title type='text'>haih...</title><content type='html'>what to do dis weekend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak jalan jauh2,kaki tempang&lt;br /&gt;nak ajak rakan2 jalan, ramai ke kampung&lt;br /&gt;nak shoppin2, aku busan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pejamkan mata......ku lihat &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HIJAU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7898463798818666370?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7898463798818666370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/haih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7898463798818666370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7898463798818666370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/haih.html' title='haih...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1737597183860355203</id><published>2009-04-29T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><title type='text'>Malas cakap banyak...tengok sendiri la</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsOvj9j_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/lGlhhxRB1pM/s1600-h/5-river-fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988422045896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsOvj9j_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/lGlhhxRB1pM/s320/5-river-fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsH3y0hwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/czv3ZJpdCrY/s1600-h/07Feb2009_5734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988303996618498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsH3y0hwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/czv3ZJpdCrY/s320/07Feb2009_5734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsBjJjhfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ta6xVuNUSKg/s1600-h/7-chiling-waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988195375613426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsBjJjhfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ta6xVuNUSKg/s320/7-chiling-waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1737597183860355203?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1737597183860355203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/malas-cakap-banyaktengok-sendiri-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1737597183860355203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1737597183860355203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/malas-cakap-banyaktengok-sendiri-la.html' title='Malas cakap banyak...tengok sendiri la'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffsOvj9j_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/lGlhhxRB1pM/s72-c/5-river-fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4466011134715115660</id><published>2009-04-29T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidup'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Busy tahap cipan. Last week, aku pergi kerja 2 hari jek. So this week, I’m totally swamped! I’m easily tired. But still, datang ilham nak maen masak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened and I still don’t have the chance to put up my feet and just chill. Maybe I don’t want that chance. Maybe I intentionally without fully realizing it, kept myself busy so that I don’t have to think bout things that has been engulfing me and those around me for quite some times. Maybe I don’t wanna know. But, it would be so much better if we all can just sit down and talk and clear things out and stop pretending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.. Wishful thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4466011134715115660?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4466011134715115660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4466011134715115660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4466011134715115660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1710190407134921301</id><published>2009-04-28T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Menu for Tonite #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Special Tonite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Rosemary Grilled Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Garlic French Baguette&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom Sup&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harap2 jadi ler...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; okeh menjadik...1st attempt. so agak xcomel la.tp rase tetap best..hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lemon Rosemary Grilled Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944552728990866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffEVNnwlJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/n7Gp9HlqIR0/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Garlic French Baguette with Orange Zest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944701899936818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffEd5U4lDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/NsPwfbL2wUo/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1710190407134921301?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1710190407134921301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/menu-for-tonite-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1710190407134921301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1710190407134921301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/menu-for-tonite-1.html' title='Menu for Tonite #1'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SffEVNnwlJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/n7Gp9HlqIR0/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6678505554452324174</id><published>2009-04-28T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidup'/><title type='text'>Aku dan Kawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tingkatan 4 Farabi... I was a new comer. First subject was English. And as my luck would hev it, I was the first to do public speaking. Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Hi, I’m Cipan Cute. I’m new. Sila beri tunjuk ajar’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..cam orang Jepun lak..Public speaking cakap Bahasa Penjajah la dol! OK. That’s beside the point. These guys had been together since Form 1. so they are pretty tight. Amalan Assabiyah masih kukuh di benak masing2. So, aku yang baru ni terkapai2 la until that moment. There was a girl, Barbie (Sumpah! Die macam Barbie, cume die rendah and very voluptious!) in that class. Anak dara somebody in government la. Quite fofuler! She saw me Speaking Bahasa Penjajah tersebut and decided she could be friends with me (erk?? die sendiri told me ok tho aku rase that was shallow!). Cian lak kawan aku yg newcomer yg kureng mahir berbahasa asing itu, lambat dapat kawan. Come to think of it, kejam dak2 sekolah ni kan? Well, back to the story. So, she started talking to me and got to know me. What I still remember quite vividly in mind was the day we were talking bout makeup and she told me her fave and I said I like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guerlain&lt;/span&gt;. And she was like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Eh, I never thought anyone here would know bout &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guerlain&lt;/span&gt;! Gurl, you quite cool eh’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking to myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘It’s just a brand, why such a fuss??’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then, we were quite close. Because we were at the same level to a certain point. Got a lot in common. She wasnt quite the shallow gal I thought her to be. Jahat lak aku rase time tu...huhu... She is sweet. Intelligent. And we clicked instantly. Hey, jalan balik hostel pon pegang2 tangan. Haha… 1st time in my life. I liked her a lot! Hell, I loved her! We shared secrets and stuffs. Damn! I miss her siot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Form 5, I don’t know what went wrong, but we drifted apart. As I said, clicked but to a certain level. And that certain level was reached. I can’t ignore the way she feels about those guys yang admittedly xsememeh. Aku pon rase dorg xsememeh, but that is not an excuse to look down on them. And maybe she felt betrayed coz didn’t support her enough. Maybe...Maybe...What if...What if.... hmm... Wish I could make up for all the wrongs I've done. Sampai masuk matrik pon aku still thinking bout all these. It was so...hmmmm....unnecessary i guess. We could hev avoided it. But the fact stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story... Things got complicated. Until our classmate, Wary, asked me n Barbie to stay back after class and talk and be honest. We did and the problem was aired in open and we understood each other motives. It was a good thing we decided to agree with Wary coz things were clouded, blurry, with lots of talking behind, backstabbing, batu api oleh other classmates yg quite jealous with us. We forgive and forget. But things were never the same again. No matter how hard I tried to act normal, I just couldn’t pretend! But I ached for her and she for me. She even wrote me a letter to get back the way we used to be but…BUT… just through letters! I was sooo frustrated and felt so betrayed! Dalam surat jek? Ape kejadah! Alahai…macam budak2 lak kan. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I know I did things I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean to. And she too had her share of blames. But we were young then, and we grew up to be different person. Our mind matured in different ways. Our values changed. Yes I was hard to go our own way. To be so close and yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that’s why I never had a bestfriend since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329624170759622754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sfag8hx2kGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WEOjq7OMCJw/s320/moonacre-bff.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...and I don’t believe in 1 either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6678505554452324174?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6678505554452324174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-dan-kawan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6678505554452324174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6678505554452324174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-dan-kawan.html' title='Aku dan Kawan'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sfag8hx2kGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WEOjq7OMCJw/s72-c/moonacre-bff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8026120150763713482</id><published>2009-04-28T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Aku and Astro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night planned to cook but En.Balakong already left Kinrara, so I and DarkSky decided to eat out. The thing I hate ‘bout that is that if we can’t decide on where to go, we gonna end up at mamak…huhuhu… Nak pergi TGI, cam xbest jek kalau xberjemaah ramai2. Eit Cipan Oren, cepat la…kate nak blanja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lepak jap depan TV, DarkSky pon arrived. I grabbed my wallet,phone, keys and everything that’s within my reach coz I don’t feel like slinging my bag tonite, and quickly went out. We decided to go to Piccadilly @ Dataran Millenium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329565644271388882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfZrt1nsCNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XaErhm6mF-4/s320/100_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the way, I showed him pamphlets on Samsung Mobile Phone Fair @ Astro. Really cheap dowh! But OK, he’s not interested. Then, somewhere along the way, I noticed a foreign object on the dashboard. I was lookin’ at it for a long time tryin’ to make some sense out of it. Unable to utter a single word, I just point at the object to DarkSky …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329563127767811010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfZpbW6ew8I/AAAAAAAAALw/13mxCK47i9Y/s320/cb31_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘awat chek? Nak p tukaq channel kt kedai makan ka?’&lt;br /&gt;‘huwaaaaaa’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die punya renggah gelak toksah nak cerita la. Sakit perot aku gelakkan diri aku gak. Adeh….punya la excited nak kuar makan sampai mende yang lagi panjang dr wallet aku pon aku rembat skali. The thing is, I switched on the light when I was showing him the pamphlets but never notice the darn thing...adeh makin tua kah aku??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the matter even more hilarious, my housemate, Insan a.k.a cipan parit, sms me at that exact moment and ask for the remote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even Briyani Maharaja with its scrumptious Chicken Curry, cooked with cashew nut and cream and taste like out of this world, garlic naan that is soft and crunchy @ the same time and Chicken Tikka marinated in special sauce, served with mint Sauce, cannot keep DarkSky from laughing @ me whenever we happened to glance @ the big screen..huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we arrived in front of the house, my other housemate, saya_busan, sms and asked the remote whereabout too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Harharharrr...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...another big laugh from DarkSky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8026120150763713482?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8026120150763713482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-and-astro.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8026120150763713482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8026120150763713482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/aku-and-astro.html' title='Aku and Astro...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfZrt1nsCNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XaErhm6mF-4/s72-c/100_0442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-222635646266674240</id><published>2009-04-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Crash Boom Bang! Jangan Ikut Jalan Hitam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M back! What a terrible week I had last week. Pretty gory experience I would say. Kan da cakap xboleh hepi sangat nanti nangis! Last Thursday started out as usual. I was looking forward to breakfast @ café as it was Loh See Fun day. So, following my usual routine, I cilok mencilok cos the traffic was bad dude! So after mencilok I stick to the fast lane. The traffic started to flow smoothly. It was 8.53am. still early maaa… so I just kept going at 60km/h. Then, the silver Honda Civic in front of me brake suddenly. I managed to stop in time (See.. I wasn’t speeding!). Then I look at the rear mirror and saw this Iswara just kept on coming and coming and I could see the driver’s face clearly! The Chinese lady was panicking! Then GEDEGANG! And GEDEGANG again. I was tossed to the front more than once from the impact, but luckily my seatbelt was fastened securely. And my thought was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘apsal la aku ikut lane nih sengal?!’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started the engine, OK, my Bug still bernyawa. Then I tried to move the car to the side to avoid jam (baek sungguh aku, memang berhemah la). But the car wouldn’t budge! Macam ada resaksa ala2 hantu tinggi yang berbulu2 sedang memijak2 belakang kete ku itu, nak kate kazenku Dhar, die kat dalam kandang mahkamah. Huwaaa….. cian Tumblebug aku tu! I looked for my phone, which was thrown to the front floor along with several lighters (bila masa aku ada simpan lighter???). Macam2 barang aku jupa hahaha. I got out and check out my Bug’s bum. Huhuhu… the impact left it’s bumper to curve inward and that stop the tires from rotating… ooo…lega hatiku ini. Ingat kan dah berkecai. Then I saw that stupid woman’s car. It was smashed to smithereens ! HAHAHHAA..aku suka, padan muka ko dumb bitch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bug's Bum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329209755105249810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfUoCXKYShI/AAAAAAAAALI/H76YfAeCKck/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bug's Plate Missing in Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329210030194627090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfUoSX8zEhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QcEbyu3EdTE/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the Honda Civic driver (Chinese lady too) came over. She agreed that I didn’t hit her first cos she saw me stopped. So it was obvious that that stupid bitch yang bersalah dalam ini gambar. As we were talking, I heard someone babbling… oo..rupenya ada mangsa ke4. An Indian lady driving a kancil. Sungguh muhibbah kami semua. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Dark Sky;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Hello you, I accident! Uhuk’&lt;/em&gt; konon manja la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘ermm…ape?ZZzzzzzzzzz’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………erk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Baaaaaa, accident’&lt;/em&gt; wailing a bit to add the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Manja ok?teruk ke?’&lt;/em&gt; Haa..response camtu la yang kite carik. Of course la…die bapak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he instructed me on how to proceed. I hang up je, dah ada longkai, Pullman and yang sewaktu dengannya kat kawasan kejadian. Aik! Pantas siot! Sebijik cam dalam 360 yang aku and Insan watched the week before. He helped me move the car to the side. He even puji aku xpanic...ermm... Dalam hati aku agak gelabah sbb dalam mind aku pas tengok 360 kt TV3 tu; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longkai+pullman=P****a+KongsiGelap(KakiPukul)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi orang ramai time tu so aku relaxkan diri. After sume kete dah aleh ke tepi, aku nampak plate aku AEW 477 berkecai di atas jalan. Huhuhukk… tinggal A jek. Aku nak amek buat kenangan or suruh kawan aku beli number ni (3 nombor je. Boleh ke?) tapi aku kene langgar lak kang. Lagi naya. Dari kete je masuk spital, ngan aku2 lak masuk skali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aku call misi_keamanan, tetapi die tengah ada misi di mahkamah. Then got a call from kakitangan. Cara die Tanya aku wat aku cuak lak… kete aku xhancur la..macam la ko xkenal misi_keamanan tu. Ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after sweating over and dipujuk2 longkai Botak, Dark Sky arrived bersama Moskito. Lega la sikit. Then KakiTangan pon sampai. Naseb die ade, die la yang menjadi Kaki aku the whole day. Kire die jadi kakitangan aku la. Aku upah makan nnti k. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panjang lagi la citer ni…nak citer sume ke StingRay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba asked me to wait for the police to come and checked out the situation. Longkai Botak said no need as there were no injuries. But Ba being Ba, aku ikut jek. Then he told me not to follow those longkai. He’ll send tow truck from Tg. Malim to take the car to Police Station Tun H.S Lee then back to Tg.Malim, where my Tumblebug will get her XtremeMakeover. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ikutkan DarkSky, he wanted to send it to Puchong, workshop kawan barunya ‘Bro Botak’ hehe. Memang lagi mudah but I need to do the follow up. KakiTangan pulak suruh aku ikut cakap ayahku after berdiskas dgn misi_keamanan di mahkamah sana. Macho ah ko KakiTangan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, DarkSky and KakiTangan je yang tinggal last2. Kaki aku dah berbelang from sunburn. We left the place around 11pm and went to Rishad. Nak tunggu tow truck Tg.Malim (cam lawak la…punya la byk tow truck kt KL ni). Risau gak kang Bug aku hilang tayar cos tinggal tepi jalan but tawakkal je. Cian lak aku kt kengkawan aku nak tunggu tepi jalan dengan aku nanti, sambil minum air bungkus yang KakiTangan offer nak beli... duduk bawah pokok tepi jalan. sambil di melihat kereta lalu lalang. menikmati angin sepoi2 bahasa dan asap kete.. ade macam Indon gak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12pm, tow truck sampai and we went back o tempat kejadian. My Tumblebug yang cacat di ikat2 ke tow truck and aku excited amek gambar die. Hehe…ape daa…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DarkSky Overseeing the Process..Macho X?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329210336081318370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfUokLd3keI/AAAAAAAAALY/fTDJGuEOD_g/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Houston, we've got lift off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329212555078431986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfUqlV4AdPI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ef6dlw4GPDM/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; All Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329213029738543282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfUrA-Hy-LI/AAAAAAAAALo/mWeSUVIjKqE/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah settle, kami slowly bergerak ke Police Station Jalan Bandar. Kat balai polis, we followed the process. Time buat laporan agak funny cos ayat macam cib je. Who use motokar lagi nowadays??? Aku akhiri report aku dengan ‘ini aduan saya’ atas nasehat en KakiTangan. Then went to see Pegawai Penyiasat. He asked me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘berapa kali rase kene langgar’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘2 3 kali gak la sebab saya rase kepala saya berdengung’&lt;/em&gt; macam idgham maal ghunnah gak la..tambah aku dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan die sebijik macam bro Botak cakap polis akan Tanya. That shows that memang kete blakang yang hit aku dulu. Rationale nyer? Aku pon xtau…xsempat pikir.hehe. Then we went photographed the car. Got back inside the balai and amek salinan repot. All done around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that pulang. My car dah pulang dulu bersama tow truck. Xsempat aku mengucapkan selamat tinggal and sorry and kiss die get well soon…huwaaaa…. I’m sorry if I didn’t appreciate u enough before. I’m sorry for depriving u a good bath before, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting your appearance. I’m sorry if I’ve been secretly admiring another car while stoppin’ at a red light. Yes, I may do all that but I want you to know, no matter what, you are still number 1! You r my ride babe! Cars come and go, but you are my Tumblebug! Muaaaxxx…Just hang on and we’ll get u all fixed up clean and nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DarkSky&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for being there and never leaving me alone and scared! U r like my solid rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KakiTangan&lt;/strong&gt;, seriously thanks a bunch beb! I owe u 1 k.&lt;br /&gt;Kepada &lt;strong&gt;kengkawan &lt;/strong&gt;yang call and sms, thanks for the thoughts! Really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the luv ya’ all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Happen for Reasons... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p's: Sape2 warga Kinrara nak ke masjid bgtau aku eh. Ba suh aku hantar pisang ke pape ke sedekah... tanda syukur nekmat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-222635646266674240?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/222635646266674240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/crash-boom-bang-jangan-ikut-jalan-hitam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/222635646266674240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/222635646266674240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/crash-boom-bang-jangan-ikut-jalan-hitam.html' title='Crash Boom Bang! Jangan Ikut Jalan Hitam'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SfUoCXKYShI/AAAAAAAAALI/H76YfAeCKck/s72-c/DSC00840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6596448238579370361</id><published>2009-04-22T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kushi (Happiness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cipan Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327366249008665906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Se6bYLyRFTI/AAAAAAAAALA/PIXxR7a5tbE/s320/tapir-mola-art-panama-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alhamdulillah…. Tu je aku mampu ucapkan ketika ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a brief meeting with boss. My appraisal result is ready. Got a lil bit increment and 4 months backdated performance bonus. Now boleh la aku setelkan segala hutang kete kt my dad and clearkan balance Gold Visa aku hahaha macam bagus lak…bukan apa... My Dad da bising tu. Then aku nk terminate card tu. Then kalo terdesak cmne? Haa...tu la guna adenye laki, bukannya totally the opposite. Hidup perlu bijak..hahaha... biler mase aku berlaki tah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…dah ade rezki lebih ni, moga2 aku rajin menyimpan. Nak kawen dowh! Hahaha… Find a nice guy (agak2 cam dah jupe jek keke) and settle down, raise a family and be happy hopefully. I’m so damn lucky! Don’t cha think so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muat 1 MPV (err...dog xde la...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327364797847544210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Se6aDtyfoZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RUFMSHOkqDc/s320/Stick%2520Family%2520Named.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No wonder yesterday aint got the mood to work. So I MC and just chill at home smpai terlebih chill…hahaha…aku suke! Best experience to date!!!!! Then I went out to a Chinese Muslim restaurant @ KJ. Sedap dowh die punya Ying Yong. Aku sebat jek. Then went to Cineleisure and watched Coming Soon, a Thai ghost story. Seram gak especially part Chaba kene gantung. When you r happy and you watch a ghost movie, you wont get the eerie feelin’ coz u r just too damn happy! Dah brapa kali aku mention happy ek??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biler dah terlebih happy, sok lusa aku menangis la ni…tp xpe. Asalkan aku happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo happy the whole day. Now I’m happy too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Sbb aku nak shopping and hev a nice dinner and just bask in the glory of the happiness!!!! yeahaaaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6596448238579370361?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6596448238579370361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/kushi-happiness.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6596448238579370361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6596448238579370361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/kushi-happiness.html' title='Kushi (Happiness)'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Se6bYLyRFTI/AAAAAAAAALA/PIXxR7a5tbE/s72-c/tapir-mola-art-panama-2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4550482724671814239</id><published>2009-04-20T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:00.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a peculiar weekend I had. Started off with a trip to Genting on Friday night. Ape yang di cari di atas sana malam2 buta pon xtahu. But sume sporting enaf so up we went. Melepak di cerun2 gunung, memperlihatkan ketahanan diri melawan rasa sejuk yang menusuk2 setiap liang roma yang terdedah. Sedang kusyuk melepak, melihat2 bintang2 di langit sambil ada yang berangan2 untuk melastik2 bintang tersebut (by the way ape salah die?), suddenly a shooting star appeared for like a moment or two. But it was enaf to warm up my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326701930343645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sew_Lv6FQvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GhR-A1L4-NY/s320/2002Perseid-Obudzinski1_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love stars… when I was a lil gurl, I used to talked to the stars. In fact my name means ‘My Star’ in Arabic (nothing to do whatsoever with My Star LG!). So no wonder aku pon berseri2 bagai kan bintang kejora hahahaa… We went back @ 4am. I was so lalok, I nearly slept all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to Curve with friends and at watched midnight show of ‘Jangan Tegur’… huhu…boleh la..dunno lak that if people were possessed they turned blue. Kalo orang choked ye la tp kene rasuk pon cmtu…apa daaa…agak r sket. Dah la ada 1 scene kat hospital tu, hantu tu terbang macam baru dapat lesen L...alahai...sedih aku tengok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to KL Book Fair @ PWTC… haha…1st time in my life. Got myself 3 novels @ the price of 2. So now I can go back to my old habit… reading and just chill it. But yang tak boleh blah buku yang kawan aku beli…err…yang aku tolong belikan untuk die actually…hehe… Beb, ko memang pandai menghiburkan hati aku. Then we went for dinner @ Naili’s Place, Sentul. Yummy2… nak post gambar, all the pics taken were using my friend’s camera… so sowi. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…terhibur la sikit hati yang sedang lara ni…. A mixed up emotions in a short weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4550482724671814239?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4550482724671814239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hectic-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4550482724671814239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4550482724671814239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hectic-weekend.html' title='Hectic Weekend'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sew_Lv6FQvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GhR-A1L4-NY/s72-c/2002Perseid-Obudzinski1_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1016329432158686368</id><published>2009-04-17T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>This Ain't a Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suddenly...all I can think of listening is this song...always been a fave of mine, yet the meaning never really dawn on me...that is, until now...*sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I should have seen it coming when the roses died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Should have seen the end of summer in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I should have listened when you said good night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You really meant good bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Baby ain't it funny how you never ever learn to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You're really on your knees when you think you're standing tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But only fools are know-it-alls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I've played that fool for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I cried and cried every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There were nights that I died for you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I tried and I tried to deny it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;that your love drove me crazy baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If the love that I got for you is gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If the river I've cried ain't that long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yeah I'm wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This ain't a love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Baby I thought you and me would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Stand the test of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Like we got away with the perfect crime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But we were just a legend in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I guess that I was blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It made me so mad 'cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wanted it bad for us baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And now it's so sad that whatever we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ain't worth saving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If the pain that I'm feeling so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Is the reason that I'm holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then I'm wrong Yeah I'm wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This ain't a love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1016329432158686368?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1016329432158686368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-ain-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1016329432158686368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1016329432158686368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-ain-love-song.html' title='This Ain&amp;#39;t a Love Song'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6683105777872224556</id><published>2009-04-16T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilham Tiba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just got back dari Theaterette 1. Bukan dari Studio 1 cm kat Astro Ria tu tho dekat2 je. Today, AJK Surau Astro (yes, Astro ade surau OK) invited Ust. Farhan. He’s a convert. Used to be a high ranking priest back in Borneo. His father was the chief priest for 12 churches there. Now he’s a Tahfiz. Took him 2 years and 8 months to memorize the entire Al-Quran. Aku? Dah 26 tahun, bace Yasin pon kadang2 ke laut… the place is full with only a couple of people were standing. Yang menghairankan, last week, HR held a roadshow at the same place, to talk about new pay system, I couldn’t squeeze in pon. Packed, jammed, and crammed. Tp ape nak hairan… ASTRO… where half the fun is off the screen. Macam2 adaaa….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the story. Ust. Farhan talked about the challenges he faced, what need to be done propagate Islam and how to stop the threat of apostasy. Then he talked about mencari ketenangan… merah jap muka aku bile die cakap  ‘ nak ketenangan , dok kt pantai buat ape? Tenung2 apa? Cari2 apa?  X datang tenangnya…’ hahaha… so true. Kadang2 kite tanpa sedar terikut2 cara orang… baiklah aku dok umah baca Quran… memang aku lalai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got me a new resolution. Hope this time I’ll stick to it. Semoga Allah beri kekuatan kepada aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6683105777872224556?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6683105777872224556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilham-tiba.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6683105777872224556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6683105777872224556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilham-tiba.html' title='Ilham Tiba...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-9179898460130134681</id><published>2009-04-16T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Run To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Seakh2-QssI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kH_Ag36nVRs/s1600-h/Walk%2520Away%252019%2520x%252026_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325124511011484354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Seakh2-QssI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kH_Ag36nVRs/s320/Walk%2520Away%252019%2520x%252026_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know that when you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's so much that you just don't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But if you would only take the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know in my heart you'd find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A girl who's scared sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who isn't always strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can't you see the hurt in me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel so all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Each day, each day I play the role &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Of someone always in control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But at night I come home and turn the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There's nobody there, no one cares for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Without someone to share it with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tell me what does it mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I need you here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I need you here to wipe away my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To kiss away my fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you only knew how much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I wanna run to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Won't you hold me in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And keep me safe from harm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I wanna run to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But if I come to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tell me, will you stay or will you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;....run away?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;UPDATE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday 12pm&lt;/span&gt;: Run Away...definately....macamla xtahu lg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-9179898460130134681?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9179898460130134681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-run-to-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/9179898460130134681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/9179898460130134681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-run-to-you.html' title='I Wanna Run To You'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Seakh2-QssI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kH_Ag36nVRs/s72-c/Walk%2520Away%252019%2520x%252026_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4779485064333357422</id><published>2009-04-15T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekanan...tekanan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tekanannya hidup hari ni… Cam nak lari jek... Tp ke mana time pocket tgh kering kontang bagaikan musim La Nino walaupun negara dilanda adik pompuannya Nina…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like goin’ to movie tonite. Alone. Sola. Akele. Maybe that way I’ll be calmer. I’ll be able to sort out my life. Maybe I could find a way to the root of the mystery as to why am I being such a shrew these days. *sigh… Hate it when this mood datang balik. Baru je 2 hari lepas I felt like walking on the moon, damn happy as a clam. Seriously happy like I’ve never felt in years! Everything was rosy and sweet and soo right. Then skang or last nite to be exact, suddenly aku rasa cam howling like mad. Buruk laku tol la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick. Sick to the core. Some people make me even sicker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4779485064333357422?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4779485064333357422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/tekanantekanan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4779485064333357422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4779485064333357422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/tekanantekanan.html' title='Tekanan...tekanan...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2244586534858348636</id><published>2009-04-14T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324412180911874290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SeQcqykD4PI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GY2h0g3N-5Q/s320/hjntiy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Off again yesterday. *sigh… just don’t have the motivation to go thru the Monday blues.. went to movie instead! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He’s Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;. Got ticket for the premier last week but I didn’t go cos I’ve only 1 ticket! Aku belum sampai tahap tengok movie sorang2 OK. Tho it may be fun…but I’d rather go with someone. Hmm…. I don’t wanna go thru all the movie details. I’m more interested to mengupas isu yang diketengahkan. I think every woman should watch this movie. It’s kinda wake up call you know. Knock, knock, reality check please. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the story in a nutshell. It’s from a book with same title by Greg Behrendt (Sex and the City) and Liz Tuccillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 1: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Asking You Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out. Men find it very satisfying to get what they want. If a guy truly likes you, but for personal reasons, needs to take things slow, he will let you know immediately. He won't keep you guessing because he'll want to make sure you don't get frustrated and go away. Don’t let him trick you into asking you out. Men, for most part, like to pursue women. An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of "ruining the friendship." You are good enough to be asked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 2: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Calling You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Men know how to use the phone. When you like someone, they just don't slip your mind. You know they mean it when they actually do what they said they were going to do. Men are never too busy to get what they want. If he's not calling you, it's because you are not on his mind. If he's choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn't respect your feelings and needs. You deserve a fucking phone call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 3: He's Just Not That Into You Is He's Not Dating You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hanging out" is not dating. A man who's really into you is going to want you all to himself. Better than nothing is not good enough for you! If you don't know where the relationship is going, it's okay to pull over and ask. There's a guy out there who will want to tell everyone he's your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 4: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Having Sex With You (Boleh Skip or translate into he’s having a secret affair Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When men like you, they want to touch you, always. If a man is not trying to undress you, he's just not that into you. If you're tempted to spend countless nights just cuddling with someone, buy a puppy. There's someone out there that does want to have sex with you, hot stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 5: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Having Sex With Someone Else ( same goes to this chapter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's never going to be a good excuse for cheating. Cheating doesn't just "happen". It was planned and executed with the full knowledge that it could end your relationship. Cheating is a complete betrayal of trust. 100% of guys polled said that they have never accidentally slept with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 6: He's Just Not That Into You If He Only Wants To See You When He's Drunk (Thankfully kite not having this problem or change it to If he's having a prob or in dilemma and nobdy else yang nak layan dia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If he likes you, he'll want to see you when his judgment isn't impaired. It doesn't count unless he says it when he's sober. Drinking and drug use are not a path to one's innermost feelings. You deserve to be with someone who doesn't have to get loaded to be around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 7: He's Just Not That Into You If He Doesn't Want To Marry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love cures commitment phobia. Don't spend your time on and give your heart to any guy who makes you wonder about anything related to his feelings for you. If you don't feel like you're rushing, why are you waiting? There's a guy out there who wants to marry you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 8: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Breaking Up With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I don't want to go out with you" means just that! Always be classy. Never be crazy. A breakup is a definitive action, not a democratic one. Breakup sex means you're still broken up. Cut him off. Let him miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 9: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Disapppeared On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes you have to get closure all by yourself. There's nothing worse than having no answer. No answer is your answer. Don't give him the chance to reject you again. There's no mystery-he's gone and he wasn't good enough for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 10: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Married (And Other Insane Variations Of Being Unavailable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're not able to love fully, it's not really love. He's married. Unless he's all yours, he's still hers. Don't be that 'other' girl. tak baek kacau rumah tangga or hubungan orang..isk isk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chapter 11: He's Just Not That Into You If He's A Selfish Jerk, A Bully, Or A Really Big Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you really love someone, you want to do things to make that person happy. So if he doesn't do those things then... You are the catch! Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true women (not all but most of ‘em) are brought up with a unique notion of why things happened. We tend to dissect each and every tiny lil things to find some meaning in it that we can relate to, and usually it meant what we want to believe. That’s why we clashes with men. If a man doesn’t call after a fun nite out, we dished out every excuse we can think of why he didn’t call like ‘Maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab!’. Whereas the most obvious reason why he didn’t call is he is just not that into you… or in some cases, he is just not into you anymore… you know, like ‘ it’s been great I think we should take time off from each other and find out what we really want’. Err... I think I’ve used that line before… and be given a derivative of that line too… haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hate rejection (who doesn’t?!) and that’s why we came out with thousands reason that wont hurt us as bad. Sometimes we even blame ourselves for not treating him good or whatever, so that it’ll be like he didn’t walk out cos he want to, but we made him to. Haha... Complex creature we are. One of the guy in that movie said that, if a man doesn’t call, he don’t want to. If a man is interested, he’ll make it happen, he’ll find that woman, whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if a man doesn’t want you…move on. Don’t blame on every excuse you can find. It’s pathetic and a great disservice to all women in the world. Plenty of fish out there you know… open up your options. But please don’t hookup with a guy on false pretenses. It is just ain’t right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P’s: Someone really should sue Disney for making us believe there is happily ever after, love at first sight and all those crap ‘bout love… Watching that movie ada terasa macam 'kelepek terkena muka tuan director' hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2244586534858348636?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2244586534858348636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2244586534858348636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Masa berganti masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hatiku tidak lupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Terbayang di ruang mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wajah mu datang menjelma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mengapakah aku kau goda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merana sepanjang masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meskipun hatiku rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ingatkan waktu yang lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tetapi itu hanya mimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tak akan menjelma lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ku rasa alam nan sepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Menangis aku menanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Terkenang semasa dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hatiku merasa rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mungkinkah dapat bertemu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pada mu cahya mataku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5134425637576181491?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5134425637576181491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hati-rindu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5134425637576181491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5134425637576181491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/hati-rindu.html' title='Hati Rindu'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7142873929246625631</id><published>2009-04-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Off yesterday. Dunno why I apply for leave. I just felt like, I’ve had enough. I need a break. I need to break away from the Monday routine; like holding my breath everything I heard Mr. Kongkiak mentioned AFC or Celestial, or the rush of blood going up to my brain at a dizzying speed everytime the phone displays PARS-Regional Playout (tho the engineers there are cute but still…..) I’m soo bored and tensed. How come a person is bored and tense @ the same time I have no idea but that’s the way I feel. 2 years is getting far too much for me… it’s getting on my nerves. Aku taknak la sampai dapat nervous breakdown sebab keje. Dah la kerja yang tak memberi manfaat kepada umah manusia kecuali kawan2 aku yg suke tengok The Naked Chef (especially yang GAY!)… huhu tapi Jamie Oliver memang hot pon. What the heck am I babbling about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdroUMHVusI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FBhcXLFpLrY/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321821343238699714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdroUMHVusI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FBhcXLFpLrY/s320/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sedang aku berperasaan demikian, aku menonton 1 Litre of Tears ( Ichi Rittoru no Namida ) at Celestial Movies (can’t remember what channel it was tho I’m handling that channel….buduh) . I’ve watched this movie before. 3 years back I think. Memang berliter2 air mata aku keluar tengok cite ni… It is a heart wrenching, heartrending, tear jerking, poignant story about a girl Aya Kitou, fighting a degenerative disease. The movie was based on her diary, which was published after her death. It just got me thinking, if a person like that can still keep on fighting, how come a healthy &lt;em&gt;kembang-mekar-harum-subur-di-hati&lt;/em&gt; like me can’t stop whining and complaining and wallowing in self-pity evertime something went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kite sentiasa down bile dibenggu masalah cinta, masalah kewangan, family problems, pain in the arse bosses and so forth, but we still have the chance to make amend, to fight and control our life. It’s not like we are dying, fighting for our very own existence, fighting the unseen disease that’s eating away our nerves and bodily function. It’s not like 1 day we went to bed only to wake up the next morning with our legs unable to move, and then the next day it is hard for us to utter a single syllable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her diary, Aya wrote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I wonder where happiness is.I wonder what happiness is.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why can't I laugh naturally like I used to? I want to go back to the past!I wanna make a time machine and ride it to go back to the past. Watch myself run, walk, roll around, and play with you... but then I come back to reality.Do I really have to come back to reality?I don't wanna grow up!Time...please stop! Tears...stop falling!’Ahh...Aya just can't seem to stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If it weren’t for this disease, I might even be in love. I want to cling to someone’s arm so badly.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Reality is too cruel, too brutal. I don't even have the right to dream. As I think about the future, the tears will come out again.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I really don't want to say things such as "I want to go back to how things were before". I recognize how I am right now, and I will continue to live on.Even though I have been hurt before by those heartless glares this also helped me to understand that around me, there still exists some gentle glares. Therefore, I definitely won't run away. That's what I'll do. Definitely. Always.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjurai2 air mataku jatuh mengalir. Membawa keinsafan yang kadang-kadang payah untuk menebusi kepala batuku ini. So looking at her struggles, my problems seem to be so miniscule….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita yang boleh bercinta, sia-siakan cinta. Tercari2 yang lebih baik. Tak pernah cukup kan. Sedangkan ada manusia di luar sana yang hidup sendirian, tiada berteman. Teridam-idamkan teman bersama di kala senang dan susah, tawa dan duka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321821828224833842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sdrowa1C2TI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qLwF_4cKzfY/s320/breakup.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life is full with problems and hardships. We struggle constantly. Sometimes we win but other times; life gets the better of us. There’s only so much we can do. Other than that, let nature take its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup penuh ranjau…tapi sekurang-kurangnya kita masih hidup bukan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7142873929246625631?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7142873929246625631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-litre-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7142873929246625631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7142873929246625631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre of Tears'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdroUMHVusI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FBhcXLFpLrY/s72-c/58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7079967960070520858</id><published>2009-04-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lil' Miss Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stingray, your post yesterday made me miss my niece so damn much! Thank goodness I'm goin' home this weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing the most gedik, the most talkative, the most sexy lil' gurl ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319960638273091442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdRMA59T93I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2y0Ve7_XAdk/s320/Pic025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319960828889132146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdRMMADt7HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rA2dCPXX-4c/s320/Pic006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319961336898900642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdRMpkir0qI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KtHEK9DyLl0/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick Name : Too many...hari2 tukar nama. Tp she loves Puteri the most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Age: 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ambition: Modelling while practising Meds (mak die cakap kalo jd model tp tak pandai xcukup seksi. So die pon menurut kata2 maknyer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Status: In relationship - with 2 boys (having a hard time deciding who is better... Every week she'll keep me posted on her bf probs)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7079967960070520858?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7079967960070520858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lil-miss-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7079967960070520858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7079967960070520858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lil-miss-sunshine.html' title='My Lil&amp;#39; Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdRMA59T93I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2y0Ve7_XAdk/s72-c/Pic025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-280473139429839930</id><published>2009-04-01T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>10 Sad Songs Pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdMzeu8DplI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vIHi5MI-qUI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319652187943708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdMzeu8DplI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vIHi5MI-qUI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From morning till now, I’m crackin’ my head to come up with a list of sad, depressing songs that I just love! Dunno why I love these type of songs.. Maybe I am naturally a sad person. Lagipon what’s there to be damn happy about? Sometimes that happy, optimistic, bubbly song just gets on my nerves! Hehe… sometimes je la just like @ the moment coz i'm a lil' melancholic... Here are the 10 songs that I feel like crying when I hear ’em. Actually there are more, like hundreds more, but these that came to mind right away;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1: My Immortal – Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There’s just too much that time cannot erase’&lt;br /&gt;‘I tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone but though you’re still with me, I feel alone long ago…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2: My All - Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘If it’s wrong to love you , Then my heart just won’t let me be right, Cause I’ve drowned in you, And I won’t pull through without you by my side’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3: Foolish Games – Jewel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘In case you fail to notice, in case you fail to see, this IS my heart, bleeding before you, this is me down on my knees’&lt;br /&gt;‘And these foolish games are tearing me apart. And those thoughtless words are breaking my heart. YOU’re breaking my heart’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4: Uninvited - Alanis Morrisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘But you, you’re not allowed. You’re uninvited’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5: Because of You - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You never thought of anyone else, you just saw your pain’&lt;br /&gt;‘I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty. Because of you I am afraid’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6: Yesterday - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7: Hurt - Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I'm sorry for blaming you, for everything I just couldn't do. And I've hurt myself by hurting you’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8: Everytime - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘At night I pray that soon your face will fade away’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9: Without You – Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘No I can’t forget tomorrow when I think of all my sorrow. When I had you there but then I let you go’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10: Total Eclipse of the Heart – Bonnie Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the time maybe I’ll continue with the list and make a new one on most romantic or most soppy or most rockin’ or whatever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-280473139429839930?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/280473139429839930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-sad-songs-pt1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/280473139429839930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/280473139429839930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-sad-songs-pt1.html' title='10 Sad Songs Pt1'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdMzeu8DplI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vIHi5MI-qUI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8814482354453493815</id><published>2009-03-31T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><title type='text'>Chillis - Bon Appetit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdGhntGSnDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zMHDMd0WLh0/s1600-h/better-logo2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319210338394217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdGhntGSnDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zMHDMd0WLh0/s320/better-logo2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a blast last nite @ Chillis Midvalley. As expected it was way pricey than our usual hang out places like BAI and Rishad… hehe apa punya comparison la. Got a good, strategic table after waiting for like 30 seconds. Sat down and looked at the menus. And I’m told the right way to scan the menu by Cipan Oren;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: One hand is to flip the menu&lt;br /&gt;2: The other is used to close the dishes’ name so that we can concentrate on the price instead&lt;br /&gt;3: Scan the menu for the most delicious (affordable) price&lt;br /&gt;4: Make your selection based on the most attractive price and then only look at the selected dish’s name&lt;br /&gt;5: Call up the waiter and order after making sure your hands are in the natural position. That is to avoid from looking like a stingy Uncle Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu… It comes in handy if you got only Rm5 to pay for the meal (including parking fee)! Salute to cipan Oren and his technic of evading from footing up the bill! You guys don't even have to pretend to go to toilet then sneak out of the restaurant if you follow his outrageous, devious plan hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eating Champion went to Cipan Buntal and Cipan Oren! They effortlessly managed to swallow down their Medium-done Lamb Steak and Well-done Beef Steak respectively, and still able to cilok mine and Cipan Parit's Fries, Corn and Fajitas. Sungguh luar biasa kemampuan mereka menyusun makan2 tersebut di dalam perut2 elastic mereka. Hats off to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cipan Parit makan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319209982959692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdGhTBAGKdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f0a6ZdoyzW0/s320/faj_classicfajcombo_flames_tiltright.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cipan Ori mencuba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319209910626554946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdGhOziiFEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zv53r9yGZ8c/s320/chk_honeychipchkcrisp_tiltright.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cipan Buntal and Cipan Oren membedal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319210051861716082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdGhXBrnnHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6o5r9-qxezc/s320/steak_flameribeye_tiltleft.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: If you order a steak and the waiter ask whether you want it to be medium rare or well done, bukannya die merujuk kepada saiz steak tersebut... Ades! Pedasnya makan Chillis! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8814482354453493815?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8814482354453493815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/chillis-bon-appetit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8814482354453493815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8814482354453493815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/chillis-bon-appetit.html' title='Chillis - Bon Appetit'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdGhntGSnDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zMHDMd0WLh0/s72-c/better-logo2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5855845895023613167</id><published>2009-03-30T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>Very gloomy eh today…seems like the nature knows what I’m feeling thus commiserating with me... very touching…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a hectic day so far. As expected, when my exec is away from office, there bound to be issues. This time, material for transmission got line tearing. A perfectionist like AFC won’t accept anything less than &lt;em&gt;perfecto&lt;/em&gt; so got to inform them and bear the rage and the curse from Mr. Singa Singapore. Huhu.. What a rotten luck. There was one time, my sweet-pretty exec was brainwashed by this Singa Singapore. He even said that F-word to her… shouting so loud into the phone till me also heard his ranting and raving. Mau xmenangis awek tu… very rude la these fellas from that macam bagus, American and Israelies proxy country. Kang suruh todak langgar lagi sekali kang....Haa...Baru ada akai kot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318880277235399698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdB1bndyfBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A53WneOJYGg/s320/help.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haih….dah la tengah down… works abundant, issues unsolved, shorthanded, arrghhhh… slave-drivers!!!! Now I feel good 'bout those people this company fired starting last Friday… oh yes... people are getting fired because of the recession and it started last Friday… I was hoping to quit but now I’m trapped here till further news form SPA... what a double-rotten luck!!!! HELP!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P’s : Jom makan Chillis… a good meal is what I need to forget my probs for a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5855845895023613167?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5855845895023613167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5855845895023613167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5855845895023613167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdB1bndyfBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A53WneOJYGg/s72-c/help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3828691105231802047</id><published>2009-03-30T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does It Feel Like...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdBMEM8SgKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3iCPmqGBv00/s1600-h/tapirsorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318834795001839778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdBMEM8SgKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3iCPmqGBv00/s320/tapirsorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How does it feel like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you don’t get what u want coz of a stupid mistake, that can be avoided if you don’t procrastinate and listen to your father’s words of wisdom which he started bestowing you with ever since you can understand human language?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you failed everybody that matters the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yelled at when you are trying to get some empathy, compassion and understanding from someone you care about in times of need and desperation for some kind of human connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid most welcome to the most pathetic day of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3828691105231802047?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3828691105231802047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-does-it-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3828691105231802047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3828691105231802047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-does-it-feel-like.html' title='How Does It Feel Like...?'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SdBMEM8SgKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3iCPmqGBv00/s72-c/tapirsorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8355087264698588379</id><published>2009-03-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day After All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScyfyT410VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jCXtx4wf16U/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317800946698670418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScyfyT410VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jCXtx4wf16U/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going thru a tough time…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone, sola, akele, sendirian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…. Nothing new, so why should I be sad? What to be sad about? Life is meant to be lived on your own. Just another phase of my life, another ordinary day. Nothing bizarre or out of place. Should’ve get used to it already. When everything promised to be wonderful, it’ll turn out to be just the opposite. Just an illusion, make me crave for the sweetness of it, dreaming away how things will change for the better, then snap me out of it. Laughing cruelly at my face and leaving me dumbfounded, wondering how could I fell for that trick again. Oh yeah... Life loves to play tricks on me… I should keep on telling myself times and again so I'd believe it myself that what fails to kill me, makes me stronger! Maybe should I just hope that life gives up on me instead? Perhaps then only I will be free…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8355087264698588379?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8355087264698588379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-day-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8355087264698588379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8355087264698588379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-day-after-all.html' title='Just Another Day After All...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScyfyT410VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jCXtx4wf16U/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-922510267003870546</id><published>2009-03-27T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Track of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;People say I'm the life of the party&lt;br /&gt;Cause I tell a joke or two&lt;br /&gt;Although I might be laughing loud and hearty&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look at my face&lt;br /&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place&lt;br /&gt;Just look closer, it's easy to trace&lt;br /&gt;The tracks of my tears&lt;br /&gt;I need you, need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, I’m masquerading&lt;br /&gt;Inside, my hope is fading&lt;br /&gt;Just a clown, oh yeah since you put me down&lt;br /&gt;My smile is my make-up I wear since my break-up with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vid I post this morning…. I love the melody and the lyric. It was brilliant motown music by songwriter Smokey Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Track of tears... Sad isn’t it? Sometimes people cried silently, inside, only tracks of tears are visible to those who truly care to look closely. If they cried so many times and still nothing change, the hopes faded coz there’s nothing true and solid to hang on to; they’ll finally just slip away from everything…into the oblivion, the nothingness, the emptiness and everything that stands for sad solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317732289975294594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScxhV9qaGoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wI0DwA2vvUc/s320/emo48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaa…kenapakah aku blue?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-922510267003870546?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/922510267003870546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/track-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/922510267003870546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/922510267003870546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/track-of-tears.html' title='Track of Tears'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScxhV9qaGoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wI0DwA2vvUc/s72-c/emo48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3026326029604611167</id><published>2009-03-27T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Hari Yang Malang Untuk Cipan Yang Malang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScxPNUjsYbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cn-WDo3hDaA/s1600-h/8954~I-See-Dumb-People-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317712350293025202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScxPNUjsYbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cn-WDo3hDaA/s320/8954~I-See-Dumb-People-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Yeah...and it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScxOzTYB10I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fXIPvlnj5xc/s1600-h/I_see_dumb_people_o_O_by_cool_slayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Past couple of days had been frenzied. On Wednesday, I came home as fast as I could with the jam and so forth, mencilok di sana, meredah air hujan yang bertakung di sini and I made it home just in time to start my daily jog routine. Parked at my usual spot, killed the engine, looked at the empty seat beside me then like a lightning I saw on my way back, a thought hit me, ‘macam mana nak masuk mangkuk? Kunci ko tinggal kt drawer opis!’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huwaaa…I just wanna howl like mad @ at moment. Nak patah balik ke office, the road was heavily congested on both direction (cam traffic report lak)..huhu…luckily my neighboring officemate was about to go back, so I asked her help in getting the keys. Still, I missed my joggin’. Fast forward it, I got the keys and went into my room….huwarrrgggh…. water everywhere! The floor was flooded with rain. Somehow, the wind push the windows wide open and the rain poured in. damn! I closed the darn windows the noght before sebab kelkatu bermain-main berterbangan dan merayapi setiap pelusuk bilikku… my clothes rack was @ the windows so all my baju kurung were damp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after cleaning everything, went down and watched TV. Then my phone screamed ‘when I’m feeling low, when it’s rain outside the door….’ Huhu very ironic..macam cipan punyer ringtone! Didn’t recognize the number so I nearly left it unanswered. Somehow tergerak hati nak angkat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller: ‘Cik cipan? Saya dari SPA. Sijil SPM cik tiada dalam rekod kami. Sila fax secepat mungkin sebab perlantikan cik akan terjejas jika gagal kemukakan sijil cik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cipan malang: ‘Sijil saya hilang, saya dah sertakan repot polis semasa hari temuduga. Permohonan dapatkan sijil baru memakan masa. Bagaimana ya?’ (ayat mcm cipan sebab terkejut..kol 9 mlm pon org gomen kerja ke???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: ‘Kami nak mengemaskini. Bila dah dapat sila fax ya’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cipan malang: ‘Baik baik baik’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaa… I could’ve killed myself for being soo stupid, so lazy, so unable to get myself out from procrastinating things! Woahh… I just hate myself @ that moment and still hating me now! If only I’ve done the that darn process earlier…If only…huhuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, off I went to Putrajaya and apply for new cert. but I’ve to wait over a month. Just now I called my former school to ask bout my unclaimed cert only to be told by someone who happened to be there by chance that it was holiday in Kedah.. How much dumb can I be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just wait and see what will unfold…will it be a failure to get my dream job because I can’t help from being STUPID or some miracle will happen and those people in SPA will overlook the basic indication of carelessness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari yang malang for orang yang malang….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P’s: Lagi malang sebab kat Alamanda ada sales Santa Barbara bags… and I found A gorgeous sling bag! Just the right one for me…. Boleh la buat pengubat hati yang gundah gulana terluka. But as my luck would have it, gaji tak masuk lagi! Huwaaaaaa……… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3026326029604611167?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3026326029604611167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-yang-malang-untuk-cipan-yang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3026326029604611167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3026326029604611167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-yang-malang-untuk-cipan-yang.html' title='Hari Yang Malang Untuk Cipan Yang Malang...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScxPNUjsYbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cn-WDo3hDaA/s72-c/8954~I-See-Dumb-People-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5476761176377182714</id><published>2009-03-27T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Loving it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODEyMTE1OTM2OSZwdD*xMjM4MTIxMTk2OTk*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz**OTcwODdlNmVlNjk*YzNhODRkYTQ*NzI5ZWVjNGVlZg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i79.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid79.photobucket.com/albums/j141/mjsbigblog/Top%2010/adam-top10.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5476761176377182714?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5476761176377182714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-loving-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5476761176377182714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5476761176377182714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-loving-it.html' title='Just Loving it!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8761812847978493634</id><published>2009-03-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever ponder on these things?</title><content type='html'>How come wrong numbers are never busy?&lt;br /&gt;Do people in Australia call the rest of the world 'up over'?&lt;br /&gt;Does that screwdriver really belong to Phillip?&lt;br /&gt;Can a stupid person be a smart-ass?&lt;br /&gt;Does killing time damage eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that night falls but day breaks?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the third hand on a clock called a second hand?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?&lt;br /&gt;Are part-time band leaders semi-conductors?&lt;br /&gt;Can you buy an entire chess set in a pawn-shop?&lt;br /&gt;Day light savings time - why are they saving it and where do they keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Do jellyfish get gas from eating jellybeans?&lt;br /&gt;Do pilots take crash-courses?&lt;br /&gt;Do Roman paramedics refer to IV's as "4's"?&lt;br /&gt;Do stars clean themselves with meteor showers?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?&lt;br /&gt;How can there be self-help "groups"?&lt;br /&gt;How do you get off a non-stop flight?&lt;br /&gt;How do you write zero in Roman numerals?&lt;br /&gt;How many weeks are there in a light year?&lt;br /&gt;If a candle factory burns down, does everyone just stand around and sing "Happy Birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;If a jogger runs at the speed of sound, can he still hear his walkman?&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie's so popular, why do you have to buy all her friends?&lt;br /&gt;If blind people wear dark glasses, why don't deaf people wear earmuffs?&lt;br /&gt;If cats and dogs didn't have fur would we still pet them?&lt;br /&gt;If peanut butter cookies are made from peanut butter, then what are Girl Scout cookies made out of?&lt;br /&gt;If space is a vacuum, who changes the bags?&lt;br /&gt;If swimming is good for your shape, then why do the whales look the way they do?&lt;br /&gt;If tin whistles are made out of tin, what do they make fog horns out of?&lt;br /&gt;If you can't drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?&lt;br /&gt;If you jog backwards, will you gain weight?&lt;br /&gt;If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?Why do the signs that say "Slow Children" have a picture of a running child?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it 'chili' if it's hot?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8761812847978493634?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8761812847978493634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever-ponder-on-these-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8761812847978493634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8761812847978493634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever-ponder-on-these-things.html' title='Have you ever ponder on these things?'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-5515226758450624949</id><published>2009-03-25T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><title type='text'>Fatally Addicted to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScmkIH0-MOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jFbElIh8wT8/s1600-h/locoroco_wallpaper.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316961294534717666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScmkIH0-MOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jFbElIh8wT8/s320/locoroco_wallpaper.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M not a gamester. In fact I don’t the see point of sitting in front of PC or TV or anywhere with PSP in hands, ears plugged with earphones. Membesarkan bontot ade lah if m to do that. But m totally addicted to this LOCO ROCO. So cute! 1st time I tried it was when me and the gang were road tripping to Terengganu (wonder when we can do that again…never, I guess…so sad :( !!! ). Cipan Buntal introduced me to it. he brought his PSP along. I remember I was  thinking like  'PSP? yeah big deal. Tak paham la apsal dah tua2 bangka leh do nak main PSP lagi...isk isk..' (m not a gadget person OK!). Hehehe... I can't read newspaper, novel or concentrating on something static whenever m in a car or anything that moves but I just had to play that game. So m the one went &lt;em&gt;loco&lt;/em&gt; and ended ‘pengsan’ in the car. Miss those times….huwaaaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962000285761442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScmkxM9If6I/AAAAAAAAAII/vA3XEo0PBc8/s320/loco.bmp" border="0" /&gt;p's: Jom la road tripping lg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-5515226758450624949?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5515226758450624949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/fatally-addicted-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5515226758450624949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/5515226758450624949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/fatally-addicted-to.html' title='Fatally Addicted to...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScmkIH0-MOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jFbElIh8wT8/s72-c/locoroco_wallpaper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7738666210942538326</id><published>2009-03-24T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScheQ3MQRPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w-kYTeERdyw/s1600-h/confession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316603003897136370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScheQ3MQRPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w-kYTeERdyw/s200/confession.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the premiere of Confession of a Shopaholic last night @ Cineleisure Mutiara Damansara. Got the ticket form bro café yang tanpa jemu menberikan aku discount apabila aku terlupa membawa duit lebih ketika membeli loh see fun atau dry wantan mee. Dengan hanya berbekalkan meal card and senyuman konon comel, aku terus hidup dan berkembang mekar di office yang 'macam-macam ada' ini.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession of a Shopaholic told the story of a young, vibrant woman, Rebecca Bloomwood (Bex) who has this uncontrollable urge to shop even if that burying herself up to the eyeball with credit card debt! She’s trying to land her dream job as a fashion journalist at ALLETE Magazine but ended up at financial mag as a columnist for personal finance under the pen-name ‘Girl with Green Scarf’. She wove web of lies and kept on continuing drowning herself in debt because she just can’t ignore the calling of Prada (gimme those bags!!!), Gucci (can’t blame her, the shoes are gorgeous!), Macy. Yves Saint Laurent (I’m in heaven on earth!), Barneys, Catherine Malandrino and Marc Jacobs (the shades…oh..my heart stops beating!), just to name A FEW!. Things then begin to unravel and she needs to set aside her priorities and make up to her best friend, Suze, her hunk of a boss, Luke and her parents. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316603254465394882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SchefcoYeMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XBQffHEHnqs/s200/Confessions_of_a_Shopaholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way she described her feeling about shopping;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that's what it's like when I see a store. Only it's better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shopping and store is much nicer than man because when you are not satisfied with the dress, you can always return it back to the store 7 days later for cashmere”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eloquently put I should say. Hehe. Store never disappoints you, only bleed you dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really got me thinking is what her father told her when she said the RV defines her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That doesn’t define me. Only you and your mother define who I am”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true eh? People are getting too materialistic, emphasizing on worldly belonging. Status is defined by the possession of wealth. Beauty is defined by the designer clothes even if it is butt-ugly Ferragamo’s, people will still buy it. Success is defined by the ability to move within this circle and shoulder-rubbing and hobnobbing with the who’s who of the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie tries to combine the Devil Wear Prada and Legally Blonde, essentially. It may seem comical but it does have an underlying message to convey such as relationship between people, trust, loyalty, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: My sister totally needs to watch this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7738666210942538326?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7738666210942538326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7738666210942538326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7738666210942538326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScheQ3MQRPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w-kYTeERdyw/s72-c/confession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-4740673937720796976</id><published>2009-03-20T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time : Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScMvAZcLKsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yNKkJMTi-UM/s1600-h/hujan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315143669102881474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScMvAZcLKsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yNKkJMTi-UM/s320/hujan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I woke up to the sound of falling rain. Constantly I was transported back to the Kem Batalion 4 PPH. Back then, whenever it rained, me and my lil’ bro will be beggin’ ba and mak to let us ‘tolak parit’. Hehe… obviously, it was just an excuse to get out and play in the rain. After cleaning the drain for few seconds, we went and splashed ourselves in every ditch we can findand any other places where the rain pooled. Sometimes, my big bro joined us and we played football. As usual I will be the goalkeeper because I can’t tackle the ball. So I just waited patiently until the ball my bro tried to score. It was then I will plunge myself in any direction just so I can slide on the watery grass… lantak le ke bola tu nak gol ke tak. Janji boleh main hujuan. Hehe..it was such fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScMu3BoRNCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WQ7I_LJSTGs/s1600-h/imagesCAI83RMJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315143508092335138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScMu3BoRNCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WQ7I_LJSTGs/s320/imagesCAI83RMJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most memorable rain in my life was in 1994 back in Briged Utara PGA. It was noon. Just got back from school. I was getting ready for Sekolah Agama Rakyat, which I am planning on skipping that day because I want to watch a Hindi movie. Hehe.. Cant remember what movie actually. I went inside my mom’s room to tell her (it was scary..takot siot nk mintak ponteng!). It was getting dark and windy outside. The wind kept on building and howling out there. From the window, I saw the trees were thrashing violently. Dengan hati yang berbunga2, told my mom ‘nak ribut, tak boleh p sekolah. Satgi kena panah kilat’. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we both went to the living room. It poured like crazy. The sound was deafening! I open the front door, the water level nearly reached the door level (the garage floor and the doorstep has like 6 inch gap). Mind you, my home was up on a hill! Then suddenly it sounded like a giant threw thousands of pebbles on the roof. My mom rushed outside then she yelled at me to come out. I flew out of my seat and went to her. It was ice!!! Pure, clear unblemished ice! It plummeted down on my house and that was causing such roaring noise! It was sooo alien to me and I was momentarily speechless. Then I grabbed the ice and began to play with them, washing my face and squeezing til they melted in my palms and putting ice into my mom’s t-shirt. Hehe…budak2 lagi mase tu OK! It was the talk of the school for weeks! But I had the greatest story coz the ice that rained around my home were bigger as I live up on the hill.. Hahaha.. so I am totally the coolest person around! Keke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miss those times really...When we were still young and free with no worries except homeworks and basuh kasut skolah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-4740673937720796976?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4740673937720796976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4740673937720796976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/4740673937720796976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time-rain.html' title='Once Upon a Time : Rain'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScMvAZcLKsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yNKkJMTi-UM/s72-c/hujan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-1177879408813926104</id><published>2009-03-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>The Journey Pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been a hectic weekend…*sigh.. Went to my ex-classmate + ex-housemate + ex-roommate + ex-sleepingmate (ade ke istilah tuh??) @ negeri Cik Siti Wan Kembang and Puteri Saadong. So many things ran thru my mind on the way there. So many things flashed back to me. One of it is that I miss the good ol’ days! Used to had this kind of journey when I was a lil’ cute girl. Err.. When I told cipan oren and cipan buntalku, diorg gelak and said the cute part they can accept but “little”, they cannot imagine! Brutal tol kedua2 cipan yang oversized tu. Haha cipan parit jangan marah saya ngutuk cipan oren ye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story..*sigh… reminiscing the past is some kind of sweet-torture. My dad was seldom home back in the 80’s and 1990. Communists were still roaming our jungle, so he went there, guarding the border for months at a time. When he’s not on standby, he’ll take us jalan-jalan. Kelantan, Terengganu, Pahang, Perlis are the places we frequently went. Visiting relatives, stopping at interesting places along the way such as Gua Kelam, Bukit Berapit river, Tasek Bera, Sungai Woh, Cameron, Fraser, Pantai Bisikan Bayu, Penarik… so many places we went in my dad’s Nissan Bluebird. I miss that car!! Sume bersumbat, but we were happy..so friggin’ happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the best car ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314493535535670626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScDftpK2pWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2NKqKGR9ISo/s320/20051025AndrewA0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite back then was crossing the Banjaran Titiwangsa to get to Kelantan. Still love that place. So serene. There was one time back in late 90’s, we went back to Kelantan to see Tok Mama. Along the Jalanraya Timur-Barat, the trees were orange, yellow, and brown. It was like fall in Europe! It’s simply breathtaking! My heart still aches when I remember that moment. How I really wish to stop the time…to capture that moment forever…huwaaa….Life was sooo simple back then. If only I could turn back time….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Crossing the Titiwangsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314493956315343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScDgGIsi6jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2GGp6SYsCLQ/s320/Image087%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314494097283010770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScDgOV120NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TcQos_P73wg/s320/P1030225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I’m not done yet…but no mood already…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-1177879408813926104?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1177879408813926104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1177879408813926104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/1177879408813926104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-pt1.html' title='The Journey Pt1'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/ScDftpK2pWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2NKqKGR9ISo/s72-c/20051025AndrewA0845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-877109816463513116</id><published>2009-03-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>One Last Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbpAKW-TklI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TZ2i6Aq5304/s1600-h/fren.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312629257146700370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbpAKW-TklI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TZ2i6Aq5304/s320/fren.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; My &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Prens&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. This the last time. M gonna promise to myself I’ll forget everything and move on. Let bygones be bygones. I think I’ve depleted my anger with all the ranting and raving in this space for quite some time now. I just want thing to go back to normal now….It’s the end of the road for all of us so let’s go back and forgive and forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312627033515898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sbo-I7TaNiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8mcKpV-SIgg/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, I know I can’t forget but I’ll try my damnest! I’m not perfect so does everybody. Mahatma Gandhi once said that "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” Lagipun aku tetibe teringat lagu ni ketika tengah kusyuk memproses promo AFC and Celestial….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Buat apa gaduh-gaduh sama kita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Malaysia kita ini kecik aja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kalau semua gaduh sapa nak jaga...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing is that anger just makes us a prisoner of our own feeling. When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free. So we can never really be free until we let go of the demon that constantly trying to chain us in the unbreakable bond hatred and revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. You don’t like the philosophy thingy. So I’ll put this into another perspective that u might relate to;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“ Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.” -Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe…simple yet so very true eh…so its a double-edge sword la….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312627167267446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sbo-QtkQ3QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Bt0t5r1xScs/s320/friends-forever.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/s: Aku taknak gaduh2 dah...nanti lagi la aku cepat tua...huhuhu....Jangan la bagi aku nampak tua..Nanti jatuh la saham aku yang telah sedia rendah ini..Huwaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-877109816463513116?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/877109816463513116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/877109816463513116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/877109816463513116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-last-time.html' title='One Last Time'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbpAKW-TklI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TZ2i6Aq5304/s72-c/fren.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3711545810017286407</id><published>2009-03-13T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Point Of No Return (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbnxLqvkgVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pknVugPA0Y4/s1600-h/nausea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312542418214879570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbnxLqvkgVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pknVugPA0Y4/s200/nausea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously…I feel like I’ve had it up here (pointing @ my throat) already. The situation is so messed up. Feel the need to get away you know. Start over again with new people, new environment. If I’m feeling this way, what ‘bout those who directly involved eh? How can ya’ all seem so all ok (outwardly lah). Hmm… this is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People say that we can’t marry our cousins coz the genetic pool will stay stagnant, no room for new things to pool up, inbreeding and so forth. Same goes to social circle I guess. Stay too close together for quite sometimes we’ll end up being too sluggish and inert. And the important part is, we’ll start getting annoyed with each other. With each and every move we make, it’ll rile up somebody somehow. It just bugs them. Ade je yang tak kena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friends Should:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312536937700508258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbnsMqPHwmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zQBFCnpqRsg/s320/great-collage-of-black-and-white-people-holding-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aristotle once suggested that the traditional idea of friendship has three components:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends must enjoy each other's company&lt;br /&gt;2. They must be useful to one another&lt;br /&gt;3. They must share a common commitment to the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So when the first starts failing, the rest of it will be tailing along sooner or later. Then suddenly, when we finally realized what went wrong, it’ll be too late to revive the lost friendship. Yes, we do go our own separate ways someday, but it shouldn’t be on bad term. After all we’ve been thru; it’s a shame to end it up like that…truly a shame lost. But what if we truly reach the point of no return??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.” — Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312537297960990418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbnshoT6dtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/N1F0hQNXZzM/s200/friendship-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3711545810017286407?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3711545810017286407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/point-of-no-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3711545810017286407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3711545810017286407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/point-of-no-return.html' title='Point Of No Return (?)'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbnxLqvkgVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pknVugPA0Y4/s72-c/nausea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-940462492815071977</id><published>2009-03-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parasite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macam bagus'/><title type='text'>Manusia(?) Macam Bagus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that I’m out of the blue, I’m into the red. Red hot. Chilli hot. But not red hot chilli pepper. I’m cool but slightly affronted. Let’s put it this way. You were always nice to this guy. Always lend an ear for his problem (a very boring one I might say, but you listen coz you are after all his friend). So normally you would think that he is all good with you. Then suddenly you heard that he’s been talking behind your back about something that is totally irrelevant to him, say, ermmm… the way you pose for pictures. That is soooo nothing to do with him but you found out that he’s been talking to your other friends that you are such a slut posing like that (do note that that is an innocent picture. Nothing sultry or erotic bout it…all clothes were on and nothing was exposed…absolutely nothing). But I guess in his sick mind, that is sooo immoral kot. Macam la die tu baik sangat. Changing gurls like he changed his clothes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MACAM BAGUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiQEtwFjzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_EzmsRdKFVc/s1600-h/skeletor-pirate-tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312154171158662962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiQEtwFjzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_EzmsRdKFVc/s320/skeletor-pirate-tee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you imagine what kind of friend, a MALE friend for that matter, would do that to you? Kalo perempuan ye la..kan orang suke kate pompuan ni mulut jahat… But for a guy to do that… It’s beyond my understanding… Well, I shouldn’t be surprised la kan coz this guy pernah publicly humiliated me! But it does boggle my mind to think that he is considered quite a catch for gals.. Hey gals… Seriously, what do you expect form a guy like that? Bad-mouthing people behind their back. No respect for women at all. How can a person like that is appealing to woman??? That is not a boyfriend material! Hell let alone a husband. If you thought to change him, just forget that idea and find someone who really deserves you... Buang karan jek. You don't fall in love under the impression you could change him. That's is soo wrong coz you'll end up makan hati sorg2 jek. You dont't fall in love for wrong reasons my dear and hoping to change a guy IS a wrong reason! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiWrDgwT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CO0ikGSyI5E/s1600-h/0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312161426904731570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiWrDgwT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CO0ikGSyI5E/s200/0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank God some of them woke up from their nightmare and move on...But some still stucked! Personally, I think he is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt; to us gurls.. macam serangga perosak la die ni. Agak2 die dah busan, die carik perumah baru. A very easily bored parasite that 1! hehe..Kejamnye aku. But it does make sense somehow...Just think about it. Maybe that appeals to some woman. Coz to say that he is such a mouth-watering &lt;em&gt;hombre&lt;/em&gt;, with chiseled face like a roman warrior with hot, hot, hoooot body, hell….Jangan kata jauh panggang dari api, api pon xlalu nk bakar! Buang O2 je bakar coz tulang je ade. haha..teruknya aku mengata die kan? Well serves him right! Die mengata org tak igt dunia! Things that doesnt concern him pon die nak mengata...so eye for an eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiSwCv69zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hpO1yiz4yaw/s1600-h/homersbrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312157114552743730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiSwCv69zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hpO1yiz4yaw/s200/homersbrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes.. He’s been talking bout backstabbing friend and all that but I guess it never entered into his brainless head that he did backstab me. Eh, he got brain alright but maybe it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the size of a peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Makes sense what...If not, he wont be doing what he did and never realize it. Haha..aint that just plain ironic. Itulah…salah org je nampak…salah sendiri yg sebesar2 alam ni leh wat2 xtahu… Cakap pandai...blajar dari pengalaman sendiri he said. Of course he did! He backstabbed people so many times. No wonder he's such an expert on that matter..haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe he thinks it's a game or sumthin' funny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Hello there my pren...I want to backstab you can r??..Lepas stab kite kawan la balik ok. Yang sudah tu sudah la...aku pon xtahu pe aku pikir time tu,aku xsedar. Nanti aku mintak maaf gune email ok. Payah la nak face-to-face. Tu pasal aku mengata kat blakang or dalam e-mail je'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312151226371999378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiNZTkPBpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W_WYAS_JI9g/s320/bully_backstab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously..he is sick! Sick in the mind and body… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God I’ve nothing to do with this guy anymore. If we meet in the passing, I’ll say hello and go my way. For me there’s nothing left to say to him. It’s no surprise considering the magnitude of betrayal I’ve received from him. Better get away and make a clean cut. From now on he’s just someone I unfortunately know. Not a friend…backstabbing people aren’t friend. They are parasite..the lowest form there ever is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-940462492815071977?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/940462492815071977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/manusia-macam-bagus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/940462492815071977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/940462492815071977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/manusia-macam-bagus.html' title='Manusia(?) Macam Bagus'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbiQEtwFjzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_EzmsRdKFVc/s72-c/skeletor-pirate-tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-7974993044799248300</id><published>2009-03-10T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Showtime Babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbYecLFW3pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BfQ5vMEgytk/s1600-h/actnow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311466279890509458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbYecLFW3pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BfQ5vMEgytk/s200/actnow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally got the strength to go back to my old independent self..hehe..dunno why I changed or when I changed into those pesky, clinging gal. It just made me weak and pathetic. So now it's time to move out and free myself. It's showtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first thing I’m gonna do is get a new darn hair-cut! Make it short and simple as a mark of the new me. Hail to all the independent gals out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311467602441273394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbYfpJ-CADI/AAAAAAAAAEg/csupZPaQCG0/s200/GOING+AWAY.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a move. I need to revamp myself. I need to recapture my lost self respect… I need to go somewhere I truly belong. Which is me! I belong to me. I need not push myself harder and further just to gain approval and love from others..&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The only person I need to please&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;strong&gt;the only person I can depend on&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;strong&gt;the only person who truly loves me&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-7974993044799248300?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7974993044799248300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-showtime-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7974993044799248300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/7974993044799248300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-showtime-babe.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Showtime Babe!'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbYecLFW3pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BfQ5vMEgytk/s72-c/actnow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-3274439905936521761</id><published>2009-03-09T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Learn to be Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbS3MhQkUBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mAV8d81V1Uk/s1600-h/lonely2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311071286290829330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbS3MhQkUBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mAV8d81V1Uk/s320/lonely2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Child of the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Born into emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Learn to find your way in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Comfort and care for you&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be your one companion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never dream out in the world&lt;br /&gt;There are arms to hold you&lt;br /&gt;You've always known your heart was on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So laugh in your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Child of the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to love life that is lived alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;Life can be &lt;strong&gt;lived &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hmm...It is a sound advice right? Why depend on other people to make you happy? Yes..it makes sense that you are responsible for your happiness but...It is hard to live alone...So damn hard! It's in our nature to find happiness with other person, allegedly our 'other half' heh..what a joke kan? if that person is our other half why does he/she constantly hurt us?? They know that is it hurtful for us, know that we r not suppose to do that to the person we love but they did it anyway...So can you call that person your other half? Very baffling kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It is much worse when we are considered as just a mere obligation. now that is a degradation!!! obligation?! Can you imagine that? Love is not obligation! It is a Gift....People are getting confused now more than ever...It's all about give and take..pushing ourselves to limit to test our commitment to each other..If this phase pon xlepas test...next phase xpayah mimpi la kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Guess we'd better build a wall around our heart and try to live alone...hey..Won't be that bad kan...Try first and see where does that lead us to....Life sucks but still, there's nothing much can be done. Live and let live...and learn to be lonely. After all the only thing we can truly call our own is ourselves....yang lain tu sume Busyet jek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-3274439905936521761?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3274439905936521761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/learn-to-be-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3274439905936521761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/3274439905936521761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/learn-to-be-lonely.html' title='Learn to be Lonely'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbS3MhQkUBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mAV8d81V1Uk/s72-c/lonely2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2207580958092776427</id><published>2009-03-09T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Janji Manismu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbSjyFLqtqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLTsEH_qiLM/s1600-h/z84993692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311049941356557986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbSjyFLqtqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLTsEH_qiLM/s320/z84993692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh dunia ini&lt;br /&gt;Penuh kepalsuan&lt;br /&gt;Oh mungkinkah &lt;strong&gt;tiada keikhlasan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ini suatu &lt;strong&gt;pembalasan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku sedar kebesaranMu Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bagai seorang kembara jalanan&lt;br /&gt;Terumbang ambing di lautan gelora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mencari kebahagiaan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahan untuk &lt;strong&gt;menumpang kasih&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah suratan&lt;br /&gt;Hidup kau selalu &lt;strong&gt;keseorangan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hati membeku&lt;/strong&gt; mengingatkan&lt;br /&gt;Kata janji manismu... oh...&lt;br /&gt;Ku dilambung &lt;strong&gt;angan-angan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belaian&lt;/strong&gt; kasih sayang suci darimu&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;strong&gt;kejamnya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lidah tidak bertulang&lt;br /&gt;Ucapan cinta &lt;strong&gt;menghiris kalbu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan pergi membawa diri&lt;br /&gt;Cinta di hati &lt;strong&gt;terkubur&lt;/strong&gt; lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tidak ku fahami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa terjadi&lt;br /&gt;Peristiwa pahit mengguris hati&lt;br /&gt;Jalanan hidup ini sudah tertulis&lt;br /&gt;Kutempuhi dengan kesabaran&lt;br /&gt;Kusedar kebesaranMu Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..i can relate to this song. Actually I love this song soo much but it had always been just a nice, emotional song to me, never really understand the underlying emotion it tried to convey. Funny..it took me nearly 20 years to fully understand the significance of this song..hehe..some people are just dim-witted hehe…stupid me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2207580958092776427?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2207580958092776427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/janji-manismu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2207580958092776427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2207580958092776427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/janji-manismu.html' title='Janji Manismu'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbSjyFLqtqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TLTsEH_qiLM/s72-c/z84993692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-6195258137297953317</id><published>2009-03-06T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice-cream'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream &amp; Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbDHbxL4KEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p8I-0w4ZSzI/s1600-h/cone-of-loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309963240543365186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbDHbxL4KEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p8I-0w4ZSzI/s320/cone-of-loneliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaaa.....nape aku maseh sedih??org tua2 cakap kalo sedih makan la eskim, baru terubat kesepian di hati....it'll help u thru bad break-ups, tiring arguments, bad hair day, gettin' fired by boss..all sorta things bad and depressing...think I'm in dire need of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!help!help! I'm melting here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somebody buy me &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Haagen Dasz&lt;/span&gt; please...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-6195258137297953317?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6195258137297953317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-cream-sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6195258137297953317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/6195258137297953317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-cream-sadness.html' title='Ice Cream &amp;amp; Sadness'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbDHbxL4KEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p8I-0w4ZSzI/s72-c/cone-of-loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-8839426886009550646</id><published>2009-03-06T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCmFDLflBI/AAAAAAAAADg/4_9o-jFTjpc/s1600-h/sorrytoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309926566352884754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCmFDLflBI/AAAAAAAAADg/4_9o-jFTjpc/s200/sorrytoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m sorry of being so emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m sorry of being so possessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m sorry that I cry for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m sorry because I can’t live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m sorry for the tears you shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m sorry for the damage I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m sorry I’ve made you sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m sorry I hurt you so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’m sorry for giving you sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’m sorry for each and every fight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCm0YrCbFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Of_3i2paGXQ/s1600-h/i-am-sorryatomotoon.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309927379576187986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCm0YrCbFI/AAAAAAAAADo/Of_3i2paGXQ/s200/i-am-sorryatomotoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’m sorry for your pain &amp;amp; agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I’m sorry for the missing harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m sorry for my selfish love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m sorry for not caring enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m sorry for my restlessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’m sorry for the losing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’m sorry if I keep on hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’m sorry if you don't like the things I say or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’m sorry if with you I always put up a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’m sorry I just can't do anything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m sorry if I’m not too understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m sorry for all the headaches and pain I bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m sorry if often it's hard for me to swallow my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m sorry if often I’m too blinded by anger to see your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I’m sorry if I’m so complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I’m sorry I keep making you feel frustrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I’m sorry I can't fight back the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I’m sorry if I keep you away from your peers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m sorry if I always complain about you not meeting my expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m sorry if sometimes I can't fight all these temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m sorry if I seem like a joke to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m sorry if I don't appreciate all those sweet things you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m sorry if I keep on repeating the same mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m sorry I say stupid things and I can't find the breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m sorry I keep on hitting you when I’m mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;or ruin your day when mine's bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m sorry for thinking of you so very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m sorry I always miss your touch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCoXmXhUhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/I2e2ClYEOYw/s1600-h/duck.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309929084059472402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCoXmXhUhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/I2e2ClYEOYw/s200/duck.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m sorry of being so mad about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m sorry for my every blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I’m sorry of being so immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I’m sorry now that can’t be cured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I’m sorry of being myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I’m sorry that I’ve failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m sorry and sorry again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m sorry of being insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But believe me that I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I say sorry for that too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309928035565548818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCnakbFtRI/AAAAAAAAADw/fx_Tq53zK2A/s200/pleaseforgivemeif.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-8839426886009550646?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8839426886009550646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8839426886009550646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/8839426886009550646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-sorry.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Sorry'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SbCmFDLflBI/AAAAAAAAADg/4_9o-jFTjpc/s72-c/sorrytoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-2736339736013020279</id><published>2009-03-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s been a while….so many things happened in between. Life just past so swiftly that I barely had the time to stop and just breathe deeply. Err that is not entirely true. I did take deep breath before I went into the interview room. Gosh…it was soo frightening but I managed to keep my cool…haha…dengan nada yg bangga sekali….I really don’t wanna talk bout the interview. As far as I am concerned, I did my best and it’ll all comes down to rezeki in the end.. Don’t wanna hope too much. Life taught me quite a hard lesson on that ‘hoping-menghoping’ subject…considered myself once burn twice shy! but thank you kepada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;resakse pewot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for your staunch support..pelaburan mase panjang nampk..keke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309606657608745394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sa-DH6PRgbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O9Qmgsi-7SE/s200/18842_fat_and_cute_blue_monster_pigging_out_on_a_cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All around me, changes is gripping hold on all of us…could feel the air is different, the mood is different. Hmmm… but I’m not very much affected by all this. Thank god I was able to move out inch by inch and finally free myself from this situation…not entirely but far enough to breath comfortably. Nothing lasts forever. Even friendship…it will wither and die…affection can wan and grow cold. Love will wear itself out, that is, if we did not try to keep it alive. Love is not constant; it is something that we have to work on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about person we care about is destroying his/her future? What should we do? Yes…we don’t know the motives behind people’s moves and we might never know but it does indicate something right? It does tell us when she/he is making a mistake. How can we not get the irritable itch to approach him/her and say something to wake up.. But what’s the use when we know they’ll never listen. Throughout my 26 years of living in this very volatile world of feelings, I learned that, never try to change people, never try to interfere, never even dream of doing so unless I am 100% sure I am welcome to do that. Coz it can backfire….we want to do good but it might turn out that we are culprit that caused everything or maybe we’ll just get burned! So buzz off from danger! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309607780309492930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sa-EJQn_ZMI/AAAAAAAAADY/DuJlMt_4fGw/s200/We%2520has%2520a%2520new%2520prezdent_%2520%2520We%2520has%2520one.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Busan la memikirkan ni semua….try to think for other when they themselves is unmindful of their problem. Baek kite tgk wayang kan &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cipan-oren-yg-suke-bace-blog-aku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yang psycho ni…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6992689888475782386-2736339736013020279?l=cipandreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2736339736013020279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-happening.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2736339736013020279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6992689888475782386/posts/default/2736339736013020279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cipandreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-happening.html' title='What is happening...'/><author><name>cipan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03055360015092743361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaJWHzMsU-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bus8enNnZh4/S220/IMG_3972.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/Sa-DH6PRgbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O9Qmgsi-7SE/s72-c/18842_fat_and_cute_blue_monster_pigging_out_on_a_cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6992689888475782386.post-564603718668649098</id><published>2009-02-26T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:34:01.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Good Morning :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaYtJinAgVI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ffl2BH0T1Uk/s1600-h/szornyek_klikk_alvo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978852835197266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaYtJinAgVI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ffl2BH0T1Uk/s320/szornyek_klikk_alvo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up startled this morning, hearing Katy Perry shouting at my tender ears ‘I kissed a girl’…huhu..a waste of precious time. Still got 10mins till the alarm went off. Hmm…I couldn’t find the strength to pick up my phone after glancing at the caller’s name…hmm…sleep is much more preferable when I’m in this state of grogginess… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know, I know..that is soo not me. I never left a call unanswered unless I’m not available @ the moment. Just that I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up… Dunno what I’m gonna say or not say. Maybe I’ll say something I’ll regret later. So I’d better off pretending to sleep through the earsplitting sound. But will that person buy it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaYtlwoVRUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/80TyVnNdyto/s1600-h/MonkeyCar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306979337635185986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1lQCEZU-J0/SaYtlwoVRUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/80TyVnNdyto/s320/MonkeyCar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m sensitive to sounds when I’m in the dreamland….even when there’s a car stopping in front of my house, I could hear the sound of the muffled, running engine, so imagine what can a modified exhaust do to my peace of mind.. Its deafening, deep, guttural noise really shatters my tranquility. Hell not only me, but my neighbors too. It’s family residence, do be more considerate. They have kids for God’s sake! Hello! People tryin’ to get some sleep here… people do get up early and go to work. Not everybody has the privilege of going to work whenever or even if they want! Baboon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night I came home around 11. There's a car, red MyVi parked in the alley beside my house, with the engine running, but thank God, it was the standard exhaust, but still it was clear to the normal ears. It was there for quite some times. I began to grew uneasy. The driver killed the engined when other people or car came nearby..Of course I was anxious aite. Then thankfully the car went away. I slept with 1 eye opened that nite. Dunno what went inside the car. Turned out to be a teenage boy from behind my house. His friends dropped him off in front of my house after circling the area for how long God knows...Whatever pon...my point being: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Middle of the nite + loud noise = annoyance + aggravation. Simple arithmetic!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the story…. 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