<?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-2008207589505262754</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:26:35.394-08:00</updated><category term='TIPSandTRICKS'/><category term='ROFL'/><category term='BABYbooSUK'/><category term='TRAVELogue'/><category term='experienceMAKESaPERSON'/><category term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><category term='C'/><category term='loveISaBITCH'/><category term='GIRLfriends'/><category term='BELOVEDfamily'/><title type='text'>THE  UNSPOKEN</title><subtitle type='html'>everyone has a story to tell, and mine is nothing like yours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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readers because errmmm, sajew malue tawww! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok tak. ahahaha. sooo, long story short. he's my guy :) let's just call him - J. okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg it's the first time ever that i feel so awkward writing a not-that-very-personal stuff on my blog. i keep pressing the backspace button gahahahaha. so guess i'm gonna stop now :P daaa~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-7779924645412295231?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/7779924645412295231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=7779924645412295231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2135101575856072470</id><published>2011-09-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:22:41.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>azam tengah tahun saya</title><content type='html'>i don't think i should wait for the new year to come for me to change for the better kan. so yes, i do need to make a good change, now. i can't wait till new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep, lately, my temper shoots up so very easily. i get irritated so easily. and when i get so irritated, i'll curse like nobody's business. sickening, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't a hot-tempered person before. but after meeting a few hot-tempered persons, and the fact that their temper gave a fairly big impact in my life (as i was quite a patient person previously), i've grown to be a hot-tempered girl too. and living in india, it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will especially curse like a mad woman whenever i drive around in india (lesser chance to hear me curse if i drive around in malaysia) i get irritated easily hearing ridiculous reasoning from ppl i thought to be intelligent and i can't stand ppl with no manners esp if it involves my time (talk about punctuality) or promises (because i do take promises seriously and i remember every bits of 'em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but goshhh, i'm getting nauseated from my own self. i gotta ditch that 'panas baran' part of me. what am i gonna be? samseng wanita? hahaha. last time i made a scene at FRRO office (those studying in India know how it's like la kan to deal with kelings) and i really lost my temper that i created a scene in that very office, in front of, well, i must say, quite a big number of foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i don't really get angry unnecessarily. cume, when i get angry, i will get angry sepenuh hati yang sampai rasa nak sumpah seranah tu semua. and living in india, i learnt that getting angry sepenuh hati is the only way to make their ppl (indians) get their work done. but i must not get carried away with that. though, well, it's true. if u marah suam2 kuku, jgn harap depa nak dengar, tapi, there must be another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i can't think of another way just yet. but i really wanna be a bit more penyabar. maybe kalau tak dpt ubah serta-merta pun, i'm gonna try my best not to curse like mad, or not to create scene anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i'm 24 and a 24-year-old lady should be a bit more patient than this :) so yes. this is my new year resolution in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2135101575856072470?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/2135101575856072470/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4363661572556902979</id><published>2011-08-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:42:28.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and emily :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiGbOi4ge-o/Tlk562_heXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/XucgUz90ht4/s1600/300186_10150274559241581_537126580_8284154_2746608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiGbOi4ge-o/Tlk562_heXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/XucgUz90ht4/s400/300186_10150274559241581_537126580_8284154_2746608_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645607291242772850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well u can call her my new obsession teehee :P luv luv luv babies! and esp emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4363661572556902979?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4363661572556902979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4363661572556902979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4363661572556902979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4363661572556902979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-and-emily-p.html' title='me and emily :P'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiGbOi4ge-o/Tlk562_heXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/XucgUz90ht4/s72-c/300186_10150274559241581_537126580_8284154_2746608_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-6697588968962140140</id><published>2011-08-27T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:23:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mana duit gaji anda pergi?</title><content type='html'>most of people my age are starting to enter the working life. the stressful but (maybe) rewarding working life. hey, we're an adult now! we make our own money, we no longer rely on our parents money (well at least i believe this applies to most of us, if not all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our starting salary might not be a 5-digit number just yet. so you can't really declare urself a rich man when u just started working 2 months back though you only have urself to take care of (financially). but, do we remember our parents when we got our monthly payment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's the real situation is like for our generation as i have yet to enter the working life (am still struggling with my study years) and being away from my country, i rarely have the opportunity to discuss about working life with my dear friends in malaysia. so yeah, i hv very little idea about this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i heard about people who get good monthly payment, but never bother to hand out some money to their parents. where did the money go? party, girlfriend(s), shopping, new phone, new ipad, new gadgets, new whatever, but never to parents who raised 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really need to realize the importance. dude, it's not about money. it's not really about helping your parents financially especially if they still have a stable financial status. but it's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;berkat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, our parents never really expect money from us. they raised us up dengan ikhlas dan sabar till we are able to stand on our own, and make our own money. so, tak rasa ke we need to balas jasa diorang? of course, balas jasa can be in any form, but when u're already in that state of having a stable financial income, don't u think giving out a little amount of money to ur parents is a perfect way to show your gratitude towards them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, maybe our starting salary isn't a really big amount. but it's not the amount that matters, it's the thought and keikhlasan that matters. bila bagi sedikit gaji u dekat ur parents, niatkan utk senangkan hidup dan hati mereka, untuk bahagiakan mereka, untuk balas jasa mereka, cukup dengan banyak mana yang u mampu. tak perlu banyak, coz pahala u bahagiakan ur parents bukan bergantung kepada berapa banyak duit u bagi ur parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might think, "alaa..gaji aku bukan besar sgt, tak payah la bagi kat parents, dorg pun bukan tkde duit" so u might want to spend ur money to enjoy here and there, tapi Allah tu Maha Besar, once u ada terdetik rasa macam tu, besar kemungkinan duit yg u nk saving sangat untuk enjoy tu terpaksa u keluarkan untuk tujuan lain. u know, when God wants to show you something, it can come in any form. contohnye, u dah elok2 tak nak bagi duit dekat ur parents sebab nk saving, tibe2 plak kereta u buat hal, then u need to spend even more money on ur car. see? btw, this is a real life story told by someone :)) and as soon as it happened to him, he realized lah, ini sebab dia berkira sangat nak bagi duit dekat parents, so Allah nak tunjuk, he then have to spend more money on his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen some very successful people, they didn't start of big, just enough amount of salary to start anew, but because they're consistent in giving out money to their parents, without being really calculative towards their own parents, they go on doing well in their life and job, u know, getting promoted easily, rezeki pun melimpah ruah, didn't it crossed ur mind that it's all because the berkat they got from doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a reminder to us all. and especially for myself. i'm just another normal human being, tak terlepas dari sifat2 kurang baik jugak so when i already wrote this, hopefully i can remind myself better about the importance of this esp when i start working next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to balas jasa my parents. though money won't be able to really pay 'em for what they went thru to raised me up, but well, that's the least i could do, and i would surely (hopefully) do more for 'em if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, dun forget your little bro and sisters too. bila dah ada duit tu, belanja2 la jugak adik beradik yg lain. nak jadi lokek sgt pun takkan kemana nanti. maybe they dun appreciate it now, but as they get older, they'll remember what kind of a big sis/bro u are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya ppl! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6697588968962140140?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6697588968962140140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6697588968962140140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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me</title><content type='html'>money has never come easy for me. it's funny that most people often misunderstood me as a spoilt rich kid where hundreds of dollars fall easily from the sky and secretly got into my purse (omg I WISH!!) but hahahah so not okay. most of the time, i worked hard to save my own money. yeah u heard me right! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents never really pamper us with luxury. never ever. not a single one of us. both my parents came from a decent 'kampung' background so they knew exactly how hard life was back then and from their real life experience, they do appreciate the value of money more than most of the youngsters nowadays. and aware that money could easily spoil one's life, they decided to never pamper us with luxury. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, on the other hand, was that girl who would only wear branded tops and jeans and bags and everything. let's just say, i was totally immature to think that my inner self confidence comes from wearing those branded stuffs. true. i was that kind of geli geli girl some years back. hahahaha. nah now i'm a mature girl who don't rely on those branded stuffs to boost up my confidence anymore. yeay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what happened when i was still a school girl was, i saved my own money to get what i want. my parents won't get me a Levi's jeans as my birthday present, not even after i beg them to get me one with air mata darah sekali pun. in my dreams lah. and me, i was aiming for Esprit tops, ELLE sportswear, Guess handbags, Nike bags when i was really still a school girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would do just about anything to save money. ikat perut, some small little business (i can really go that far haha), did some cheating to daddy saying that the school requires us to pay for this and that (omg daddy i'm so sorry i will make up to this) and lots more. and taraaa, enough money for me to get what i want. with my own effort, no contribution from parents. been doing that since school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that my parents are stingy ke apa, but they just hate it when we wear expensive stuffs unnecessarily, so my dad cakap 'kalau kau nk baju raya abah beli, beli dekat jusco je, kalau nk beli yg mahal2 tu, kumpul duit sendiri' get what i mean? time tu saya sangatlah bajet tak suka nk pakai baju2 beli dekat jusco tu whahahaa *slaps forehead!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the moment i accepted MARA scholarship to pursue medicine in India, right that moment jugak la terputus segala pergantungan duit daripada my parents. my parents know the fact that we got more than enough money for our expenses here and for that, he never really offer me money anymore. i totally stand on my own now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pay for own flight tix to go back home everytime, bought my own laptop, bought my own handphone, saved money like crazy for both my euro trips, and my ferrari in India ni pun my parents tak support langsung. i do get jealous la when i overheard my friends saying that their parents belanja this and that, offer this and that, belikan this and that this and that when i dun get the same privilege anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth is, i pernah throw tantrums jugak about this. ahahahaha. coz there was this one time, i get so jealous and feel so fucked-up, why the hell my frens still get that privilege from their parents when i have to stand totally on my own. i kinda complaint a bit to my mom and i end up being scolded afterwards. wahahahah mission failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must know, tak semua orang cara hidupnya sama. my mom's family used to be family yg sangat susah, my granddaddy was just an army and he passed away quite early (before i was born) and their life gets even harder after his death. my dad pulak come from a very big family, 12 siblings, my granddaddy was just a clerk. and during his time studying in Glasgow, he even sent some money back home monthly (from his scholarship money) to help alleviate the family burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. truth to be told, my monthly allowance in India is quite a big amount. but it's all depends on how u control ur spending (gosh i'm terrible at this) but if my parents were to support me with some more money, i bet my spending would be worse. at least with what they're doing now, i can see where my money go - mostly on travelling and car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i still secretly wish to be pampered with luxury by my parents (which will never happen anyway), i'm grateful that they taught me to save my own money the hard way. i may not be the best example as someone with the best spending manner, but at least, i think i value money more than most people my age as i work hard to get what i want without depending on my parents :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, next saving is for semi SLR camera :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3588808516790384162?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3588808516790384162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3588808516790384162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3588808516790384162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3588808516790384162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/08/money-has-never-come-easy-for-me.html' title='money has never come easy for me'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1868314370083688871</id><published>2011-08-13T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:02:40.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one thing that a good friend can do to piss me off.</title><content type='html'>care to take a guess? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm not a perfect friend to anyone either, not even a perfect girlfriend one can have. but the one thing that a best friend or a girlfriend/boyfriend should never do is to judge or comment on one's family when the bestfriend/partner actually trust you not to judge them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not just annoying to have a bestfriend or boyfriend who judges your family like they have a better family, it kinda rip off the trust i have for that person too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i don't trust people that easily, and when i do tell my problem to you, it simply means you're gaining my trust bit by bit. it's not simply complaining or seeking for advice from you when i tell you my problem, it's all about having someone to listen to you, it lifts up the burden off your chest just by having a person to listen to you without judging you or your family. don't worry if you don't have the solution of my problem, i don't usually expect that from you anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not gonna give you a real life example for you to be able to comprehend my point here, so here's what i can think of as an example : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siti : babe, sorry aku tak sempat siapkan notes study group kite, aku ade problem la...mak aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siti's bestfriend : nape ngan mak kau wei? kau ok tak? cite la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siti : aku pun segan nk cite...hmmm...mak aku...tiap2 mlm kua pegi clubbing...balik2 pun bau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         alcohol sume...so aku yg kene buat keje rumah sume..aku tkde mase nk blaja pun..nk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         siapkan keje ni sume lg la tkde mase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siti's bestfriend : OMFG!!! your mom went clubbing??? dah tua2 pun clubbing keee, mak kau &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              igt dia muda still bergetah eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get what i mean? siti told her bestfriend about her situation not with the hope that the bestfriend will come out with a solution for her and she doesn't even wanna hear her bestfriend commenting about how bad her mother is because deep down, she already know that very fact herself and she seriously doesn't need other people, especially an outsider (someone outside her family) to tell her that because no matter how bad her mother behaves, she's still her mother and deep down, no matter how much siti detest her mother for being an irresponsible mom, she still love her and no one can ever talk shit about her mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. same goes la when you cerita 'my little sister lari rumah last nite with her boyfriend', obviously the little sister is at fault for running away with her boyfriend but a bestfriend or boyfriend doesn't need to say 'ehhh bodohnya adik u pegi lari ngan boyfriend die, macam la boyfriend dia bole bagi die makan sedap2 lepas tu'. seeee. you don't fucking need to say that dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you don't ever comment about other parents' way of upbringing. of course, the way my parents brought me up is different with the way your parents brought you up but it doesn't mean my daddy's wrong and ur daddy's right. they have their own reasons for bringing us up the way the wanted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do admit my daddy is the most sporting daddy in the whole wide world, he didn't stop us from doing this and that, and i must say kami adik beradik takde la perfect mana tapi tkde la rosak macam budak yg sepah2 dekat KL tu like durrhh so when a boyfriend or bestfriend told me this 'i don't think ur father did the right thing to bring u guys up the way he did' omagashhh i'm likeeee 'hello who the hell are you to say that nak kene pelempang keeee abis adik beradik kau ape yg bagus sgt dari adik beradik aku haaa celakaaaaa' haaa memang rasa nak lempang smpai kau mampos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dear friends, kite semua manusia biasa tak perfect mana. just because u have a perfect family, semuanya baik2 belaka sembahyang cukup, puasa cukup, pakaian lengkap, puasa sunat lagi, it doesn't mean that you have the right to comment on other ppl's family. you just need to draw a line la wei between what u think and what u can actually zahirkan dengan kata-kata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau bestfriend kau tu abang dia perogol, perlu ke kau kutuk2 abg dia dekat dia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau boyfriend kau tu mak dia adalah pornstar, perlu ke kau hina2 mak dia dkt dia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau girlfriend kau tu bapak dia penagih dadah, perlu ke kau caci maki bapak dia dkt dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look, some people memang baik dalam perlakuan dia, tapi when it comes to this, they fail so miserably. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1868314370083688871?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1868314370083688871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1868314370083688871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1868314370083688871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1868314370083688871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-thing-that-good-friend-can-do-to.html' title='the one thing that a good friend can do to piss me off.'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-8777536836589212906</id><published>2011-08-01T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:54:13.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Nia Gibbs</title><content type='html'>so this is my little Emily :) i am officially an auntie u knowwww. so eksaited! she's our new family member, my dad's fav girl skarang ni. habis la i, dah tak jadi daddy's fav girl dah sobsss :( ahahaha my dad hari2 emily this emily that. amboi abah, mentang2 cucu first, nnt aku dah beranak kang tah2 dia tak heran dah pun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GM0BwpA3FnM/TjcDOQOCSDI/AAAAAAAAB10/cMqjTrTW808/s1600/284685_199308356790286_100001333707288_470525_1268878_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GM0BwpA3FnM/TjcDOQOCSDI/AAAAAAAAB10/cMqjTrTW808/s400/284685_199308356790286_100001333707288_470525_1268878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635977002084354098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she has grey eyes. seriously adorable. and i seriously can't wait to go back home and gomol2 this little monster. teeheee. auntie misses u emilyyyy! :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4903664945107676471</id><published>2011-08-01T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:41:13.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of twitter, tumblr and blogspot.</title><content type='html'>i'm alive :D teeheee. and tomorrow is our first day of Ramadhan here in Bangalore. Alhamdulillah we are still given the opportunity to celebrate Ramadhan :)) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been busy with life, particularly with loved ones. not really busy studying :P gosh i can't imagine the kind of doc i'm gonna be in future. honestly, big part of my motivation to pursue medicine is gone (or hiding somewhere?) it's totally true when they say that medical students are initially highly motivated students, until they realize that they have too much to study/read/mug up. gosh. it's too much, almost unbearable so i just decided to finish this one up first. whether or not to pursue my all-time ambition (well, once upon a time, to be an obstetrician) i'll have to think over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided go on hiatus from my blog for a really long time because i lost the drive to write (though the ideas to write keeps popping up in my brain), and i realized i was emotionally unstable that i could write things that i will end up regretting so the best thing i could do was to avoid writing at all. hehe. u know, i dun really go public when it comes to personal stuffs, especially when it is the bad things, the sadness, the whatever la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm fine now, but i dunno if i will still write on regular basis. i spend most of my time on the net twitting and tumblring coz somehow i'm allowed to express myself better thru those two social websites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going back for raya this year. hee. not excited bout celebrating raya in malaysia, but i'm excited about going back, and excited about my sister's upcoming reception. yeah, the one that has been pending since last year because finding the right date for the husband's family to come over all the way from cardiff is really a tough one. finally :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i am now a final year medical student. glad. more than glad. but the workload (the amount of stuffs that need to be stuffed into my dear brain) is hmmm. yeah but that officially means i have just one more year to go. can't wait to get out from this bloody country. i sure cherish all the memories here, but gosh, i can't take it anymore that i need to get out asap :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so di kesempatan ini, i wanna wish selamat menjalani ibadah puasa to all muslim all over the world :) see ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4903664945107676471?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4903664945107676471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4903664945107676471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4903664945107676471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4903664945107676471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/08/of-twitter-tumblr-and-blogspot.html' title='of twitter, tumblr and blogspot.'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1329926880119711434</id><published>2011-06-04T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:05:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam is LOVE</title><content type='html'>So here's the bestest part of my vacation with the girls!!! Amsterdam :)))) We spent the nite at Stansted Airport waiting for our early morning flight to Amsterdam. Spending the night at the airport was terrible but it was sure worth the wait! Here are pics of Stansted survivors :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLeTG3u9mR4/TeqLogW1oLI/AAAAAAAAB1c/mYYRIierwzI/s1600/P4032000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLeTG3u9mR4/TeqLogW1oLI/AAAAAAAAB1c/mYYRIierwzI/s400/P4032000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614453413467496626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1bfQaaWrlU/TeqLoCTIutI/AAAAAAAAB1U/6E2fftwfltk/s1600/P4032005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1bfQaaWrlU/TeqLoCTIutI/AAAAAAAAB1U/6E2fftwfltk/s400/P4032005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614453405398907602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so damn excited that I can finally get out from London, 5 days in London was indeed more than enough, I'm so done fancy-ing London :p so yeah, the flight to Amsterdam took around 1 hour or so. The moment we reached Amsterdam, woooohhhooooooooo!!! Can't even describe the feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we were clueless the moment we reached Schiphol airport. Most signboards were written in Dutch! But, survivors don't go panic straight away, hehe, we asked around and went to the information counter blablabla and we were then on our way to Amsterdam Central by train :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UcGDVYsYXc/TeqLCxPrHsI/AAAAAAAAB1M/CElY7dk9Q70/s1600/P4032034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UcGDVYsYXc/TeqLCxPrHsI/AAAAAAAAB1M/CElY7dk9Q70/s400/P4032034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614452765165821634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reached Amsterdam Central, we had to take the tram to get to our hostel and here's the funny part of all. Farah got into the tram first. God knows how she lovesssss walking alone ahead of us as if she's on a vacation on her own. Lepas tuuu, I was about to get into the same tram when the tram lady told me to use the back door. I rushed to the back door but the door suddenly closed and the tram started moving leaving me and Julie outside the tram and Farah was alone inside in the moving tram. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a critical time lah kan as we just reached Amsterdam we didn't really know how to get around just yet and we were using UK number so contacting one another might be a problem jugak but I seriously couldn't stop laughing. Imagine okay, Farah was inside, me and Julie was outside, we were looking at each other thru the window and we knew exactly dat dalam hati masing2 was like "weh camne ni camne ni ape nak buat?" but at the same time all of us muke tengah tahan gelak. The most we could do was bagi senyuman penuh harapan supaya Farah jage diri and semoga bertemu kembali. Lepas je Farah hilang from our sight, me and Julie gelak gila2 padahal we just lost our friend in a foreign place, xpe, pandai2 la kau Farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah memang pandai pun luckily she got on the right train so we met again at place we were supposed to get off(Farah, I forgot the name!!). To cut things short, we walked a little bit till we reached StayOkay Hostel which was a bit ceruk but the hostel looked great lah. We were early so we couldn't check-in the hostel straight away so instead of leaving our luggage at the hostel we decided to wait till it was time to check-in because leaving our luggage there means spending a few euros and tell you what, Amsterdam was unexpectedly an expensive place to be so yeah, it's time untuk berkira. Ahahaha. And this is Julie counting her euros while waiting for our time to check-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQWGnxgEgCg/TeqLCa1kxvI/AAAAAAAAB1E/Fz4W7r2OZ68/s1600/P4032044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQWGnxgEgCg/TeqLCa1kxvI/AAAAAAAAB1E/Fz4W7r2OZ68/s400/P4032044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614452759150774002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checked-in. The room was okay, we were lucky that we got a room for 4 so the 3 of us conquered the room and thankfully there was no 4th person staying in the very same room :P After we settled down, we bought our tix to ride the canal cruise. Amsterdam is indeed a very very very beautiful place to be la seriously. I especially love the old town!! The fact that canals are everywhere in Amsterdam really makes it a beautiful place to be. And the people are very laid-back kinda people. You can see most of 'em riding the bicycle, vespa and scooter. Even the girls ride vespa here in Amsterdam. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the Hard Rock Amsterdam pun cool it was facing the canal but sad to say, we did plan to hang out there but due to some shit, we didn't have the time to actually hang out at the Hard Rock Cafe Amsterdam :(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0az3OGyJ9g/TeqLCNy54PI/AAAAAAAAB08/9TUH4fYMsLc/s1600/P4032065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0az3OGyJ9g/TeqLCNy54PI/AAAAAAAAB08/9TUH4fYMsLc/s400/P4032065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614452755649913074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aYqCSlphF4/TeqJTqu43PI/AAAAAAAAB0s/xmL0dyl0b8g/s1600/SDC11094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4aYqCSlphF4/TeqJTqu43PI/AAAAAAAAB0s/xmL0dyl0b8g/s400/SDC11094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614450856452218098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUG2265Lwko/TeqLBmCUtrI/AAAAAAAAB00/5QdG_I97bBM/s1600/P4032106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUG2265Lwko/TeqLBmCUtrI/AAAAAAAAB00/5QdG_I97bBM/s400/P4032106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614452744977168050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuJyh2oN7SU/TeqJTEWxoiI/AAAAAAAAB0k/N_XnluibV9w/s1600/SDC11123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuJyh2oN7SU/TeqJTEWxoiI/AAAAAAAAB0k/N_XnluibV9w/s400/SDC11123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614450846150533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNs6h0CA8MU/TeqJSssv_qI/AAAAAAAAB0c/XLqFQCsnmZs/s1600/SDC11138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNs6h0CA8MU/TeqJSssv_qI/AAAAAAAAB0c/XLqFQCsnmZs/s400/SDC11138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614450839800250018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The canal cruise lets you have the best view of both old town and new town of Amsterdam. Old town wins my heart laaa! After the canal cruise, we took a stroll at the old town and I was falling even more in love with Amsterdam, with the people, with the housing area, the canals, the environment, everything! It's like, I can really say that I like Amsterdam better than Zurich which I previously rated as my top favourite city :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6N-Hc33JiU/TeqJSdDl2_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/gay3zPcQBpE/s1600/P4032113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6N-Hc33JiU/TeqJSdDl2_I/AAAAAAAAB0U/gay3zPcQBpE/s400/P4032113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614450835601087474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnmCZJwSKD8/TeqHvzJw_6I/AAAAAAAAB0M/E5UKdiIbnZo/s1600/P4032119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnmCZJwSKD8/TeqHvzJw_6I/AAAAAAAAB0M/E5UKdiIbnZo/s400/P4032119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614449140725514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93EK1B7La3s/TeqHveioTGI/AAAAAAAAB0E/eEFHU0wqryM/s1600/P4032128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93EK1B7La3s/TeqHveioTGI/AAAAAAAAB0E/eEFHU0wqryM/s400/P4032128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614449135192656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiVx8BbJOs/TeqHvMeTjKI/AAAAAAAABz8/mPijUQm0Qx8/s1600/P4032143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiVx8BbJOs/TeqHvMeTjKI/AAAAAAAABz8/mPijUQm0Qx8/s400/P4032143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614449130342681762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, I was sooooooo eager to go to the Red Light District!! Not because I'm horny or anything (afterall I'll be seeing girls jugak kan) but I nak la tengok hot sangat ke the prostitutes here ahahahaha. And to be perfectly honest, they're all just like any other ordinary girls standing behind the glass window trying to get some ppl to pay 'em for their service. I actually thought they were naked but no, they're not. They were wearing some sexy lingerie la of course if not how are they going to sell their body kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the street, there were lots of shops selling sex stuffs ahahahah. We got into a few shops and belek2 some stuffs :P Even the souvenir shops were selling some kinky souvenirs like penis-shaped candies and straw, orgasm keychain (it's a keychain with a button and when u press the button there'll be female voice yg tgh horny 'ahhh ahhh' tu LOL), willy warmer and lots more lah. I seriously thought of buying some for close friends and boyfriend but again due to some shit, we didn't have the time to buy eee geram sangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hegvAgOMKxA/TeqHu2jNQuI/AAAAAAAABz0/sMwR54_UQIE/s1600/P4032148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hegvAgOMKxA/TeqHu2jNQuI/AAAAAAAABz0/sMwR54_UQIE/s400/P4032148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614449124457661154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1e1Ni_IpDw/TeqGvVEtY0I/AAAAAAAABzs/UNfCphGFkH0/s1600/P4032152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1e1Ni_IpDw/TeqGvVEtY0I/AAAAAAAABzs/UNfCphGFkH0/s400/P4032152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614448033139614530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUHgrAwhHm8/TeqGuxA6ycI/AAAAAAAABzk/_9Vqi_Vt1JY/s1600/P4032181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUHgrAwhHm8/TeqGuxA6ycI/AAAAAAAABzk/_9Vqi_Vt1JY/s400/P4032181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614448023460039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julie was a bit worried about going out to the Red Light District at night because she was afraid that there were horny guys trying to pick on us ke apa but to me, the place was so lively with tourists and there's really no room for horny guys to do anything. Plus if they're horny pun, the prostitutes kan ade, kitorang ni dahla macam midget dekat sana (except for Farah) so well, not to worry lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan for the next day was to go to Keukenhof. Keukenhof is the famous Tulips Garden. Holland is famous for its tulips and they're sooooo beautiful but during our visit, winter just ended and it was only the beginning of spring so the flowers didn't fully bloom so yeah, we weren't lucky enough to get the beautiful view of fully-bloomed tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ9ft6sioMM/TeqGuQc7yRI/AAAAAAAABzc/e9VsayjNQMI/s1600/SDC11172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ9ft6sioMM/TeqGuQc7yRI/AAAAAAAABzc/e9VsayjNQMI/s400/SDC11172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614448014719174930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnWUSuYaWaQ/TeqGuMzP4DI/AAAAAAAABzU/8uAflTfhuEQ/s1600/P4042190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnWUSuYaWaQ/TeqGuMzP4DI/AAAAAAAABzU/8uAflTfhuEQ/s400/P4042190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614448013739024434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Ix1AWA2Es/TeqFOl5_BoI/AAAAAAAABzM/yT0dkHmJ0to/s1600/P4042245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T8Ix1AWA2Es/TeqFOl5_BoI/AAAAAAAABzM/yT0dkHmJ0to/s400/P4042245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614446371210724994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NXKbQhN118/TeqFOQwtYtI/AAAAAAAABzE/LwgpOXao8tw/s1600/P4042279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NXKbQhN118/TeqFOQwtYtI/AAAAAAAABzE/LwgpOXao8tw/s400/P4042279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614446365534675666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpEwVouTtxs/TeqFODg3HFI/AAAAAAAABy8/Zau2HHdnaG8/s1600/P4042330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpEwVouTtxs/TeqFODg3HFI/AAAAAAAABy8/Zau2HHdnaG8/s400/P4042330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614446361978543186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OKS_QVEs-o/TeqFNnpDPhI/AAAAAAAABy0/A6d5AZQ8Hc4/s1600/P4042345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OKS_QVEs-o/TeqFNnpDPhI/AAAAAAAABy0/A6d5AZQ8Hc4/s400/P4042345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614446354496699922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W_9lMX5kyA/TeqEYogu5EI/AAAAAAAABys/mSbArKCvUok/s1600/P4042397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7W_9lMX5kyA/TeqEYogu5EI/AAAAAAAABys/mSbArKCvUok/s400/P4042397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614445444197180482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc5ihhOhT68/TeqEYPAqq4I/AAAAAAAAByk/OvAn0vt9UQU/s1600/P4042414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc5ihhOhT68/TeqEYPAqq4I/AAAAAAAAByk/OvAn0vt9UQU/s400/P4042414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614445437351799682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UL9DgX6nOlg/TeqEX2hfQeI/AAAAAAAAByc/2jTNtHtcLbo/s1600/P4042430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UL9DgX6nOlg/TeqEX2hfQeI/AAAAAAAAByc/2jTNtHtcLbo/s400/P4042430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614445430778577378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NlFxBf79GI/TeqDgoWpqsI/AAAAAAAAByU/S67rbwwIqOE/s1600/P4042454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6NlFxBf79GI/TeqDgoWpqsI/AAAAAAAAByU/S67rbwwIqOE/s400/P4042454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614444482082220738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of things happened in between but I'm not gonna bore you with that hehe so the next day we went to the countryside of Holland, Volendam by bus. Just so you know, Holland is famous for so many things like tulips, bicycle, legal drugs, legal prostitution, windmill, wooden shoes and their signature cheese. So at the countryside, the focus was on the windmill, wooden shoes and cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkvt6NuRikw/TeqDgaWrLwI/AAAAAAAAByM/dulODPhlqi0/s1600/P4052469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkvt6NuRikw/TeqDgaWrLwI/AAAAAAAAByM/dulODPhlqi0/s400/P4052469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614444478324223746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_K0OWfSKzrI/TeqDf-6MqKI/AAAAAAAAByE/Y6wJ0wF3gEg/s1600/P4052479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_K0OWfSKzrI/TeqDf-6MqKI/AAAAAAAAByE/Y6wJ0wF3gEg/s400/P4052479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614444470957025442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqUpemeXUh8/TeqCwFigvuI/AAAAAAAABx8/NUGER0EHcLU/s1600/P4052490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqUpemeXUh8/TeqCwFigvuI/AAAAAAAABx8/NUGER0EHcLU/s400/P4052490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614443648103005922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the famous Holland cheese. OMG sedap like crazy I can really eat it on its own and I sooooo regret laa tak beli cheese ni bawak balik. Damnnnn! They have varieties of cheese like smoked cheese (the one in the pic), herbs cheese etc etc and they all taste soo good they can really make you fly lah. Makan the smoked cheese alone macam makan ayam, no exaggeration, it was damn real. I can really gain whole lots of kilos if I were to stay here enjoying the cheese everyday. Memang obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0pM-BuOzt4/TeqCv8adC3I/AAAAAAAABx0/AcXvOHLTJAU/s1600/P4052506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0pM-BuOzt4/TeqCv8adC3I/AAAAAAAABx0/AcXvOHLTJAU/s400/P4052506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614443645653289842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6qM1CjsX2M/TeqCvqfUGTI/AAAAAAAABxs/wqVm1ziOgRQ/s1600/P4052508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6qM1CjsX2M/TeqCvqfUGTI/AAAAAAAABxs/wqVm1ziOgRQ/s400/P4052508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614443640841836850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the view of the Holland countryside is even better. Better in the sense that it's soooo peaceful and pretty and nyaman and harmoni and cantek lahhh. Tak tau nak cakap macamane. The windmills are everywhere, canals are everywhere. Imagine lah rumah kampung semua surrounded by canals, it was soooo beautiful that I wish to migrate to Holland right that moment jugak. And it was so windy and sejuk gila at the countryside. I wish I had more time to adore the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-v6X3RtRy0/TeqCHP-utBI/AAAAAAAABxk/KMucuVl1hlI/s1600/P4052519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-v6X3RtRy0/TeqCHP-utBI/AAAAAAAABxk/KMucuVl1hlI/s400/P4052519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614442946531079186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGwiPy_wpFU/TeqCGwR89JI/AAAAAAAABxc/KcRVVGy9lNU/s1600/P4052523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eGwiPy_wpFU/TeqCGwR89JI/AAAAAAAABxc/KcRVVGy9lNU/s400/P4052523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614442938021770386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDgVNxb8FHg/TeqCGcOqvLI/AAAAAAAABxU/V5EUbQ4WlUw/s1600/P4052528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDgVNxb8FHg/TeqCGcOqvLI/AAAAAAAABxU/V5EUbQ4WlUw/s400/P4052528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614442932639284402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eug4xpQP6gg/TeqBhNeXBtI/AAAAAAAABxM/oEz0QtuUv5E/s1600/P4052532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eug4xpQP6gg/TeqBhNeXBtI/AAAAAAAABxM/oEz0QtuUv5E/s400/P4052532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614442293023409874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVDguuEq0sQ/TeqBg1VWtzI/AAAAAAAABxE/emqb3aP_hC8/s1600/P4052533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DVDguuEq0sQ/TeqBg1VWtzI/AAAAAAAABxE/emqb3aP_hC8/s400/P4052533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614442286543189810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the wooden shoes. We went to the wooden shoes factory and see how they actually make the wooden shoes. Ala malas la nak cerita you guys won't wanna know technical stuffs like this cewah. Padahal I pun dah tak ingat ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3YPbuOT7Y6I/TeqBgSrid_I/AAAAAAAABw8/jHn-ejECUuw/s1600/P4052591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3YPbuOT7Y6I/TeqBgSrid_I/AAAAAAAABw8/jHn-ejECUuw/s400/P4052591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614442277240993778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBsA7Do40Kc/Tep-AII8hNI/AAAAAAAABwc/0Apt3pywhgA/s1600/SDC11281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBsA7Do40Kc/Tep-AII8hNI/AAAAAAAABwc/0Apt3pywhgA/s400/SDC11281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614438426120848594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MockMH-JXQ/Tep9_08JFPI/AAAAAAAABwU/ozJ2aP98kX0/s1600/SDC11306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MockMH-JXQ/Tep9_08JFPI/AAAAAAAABwU/ozJ2aP98kX0/s400/SDC11306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614438420966872306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another thing I regret was, I didn't take a picture of myself in the traditional Holland costumes. Well at first I didn't do it because it was quite expensive considering my thinning euros so I was hoping to find a cheaper deal but there wasn't cheaper package than that hmm and I regret that I didn't just turn a blind eye on this! hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had quite an expensive dinner afterwards at the Indo-Chinese restaurant tapi to be frank it wasn't up to my expectation, tak sedap pun sangat baik makan kebab jek tapi we all memang saje nak makan sedap la kononnye isshhh! And because of thissss, we were late ke ape tah but lepas tu ingat nak beli all the souvenirs but the shops sume dah nak tutup eee so I didn't get to buy much things pon :((((( benci sangat benci sangat I didn't get to buy kinky souvenirs and so much other things I planned of buying :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUGksv3ODF8/Tep_YzsTcmI/AAAAAAAABw0/nZTSavRPybE/s1600/P4052622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUGksv3ODF8/Tep_YzsTcmI/AAAAAAAABw0/nZTSavRPybE/s400/P4052622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614439949640364642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8DL9IijMI4/Tep_YrluH7I/AAAAAAAABws/gTbpXaM6nm4/s1600/P4052632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8DL9IijMI4/Tep_YrluH7I/AAAAAAAABws/gTbpXaM6nm4/s400/P4052632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614439947465269170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NiSbWtZigUQ/Tep_YZbtSgI/AAAAAAAABwk/aXzDdWOg7ao/s1600/P4052637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NiSbWtZigUQ/Tep_YZbtSgI/AAAAAAAABwk/aXzDdWOg7ao/s400/P4052637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614439942591433218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, other than the sightseeing and stuffs we did try some legal stuffs in Amsterdam which finally make me understand how does it feels like to be Alice in Wonderland hahah the idea of Alice in Wonderland is actually a real damn thing and it felt so good so good so good that you can actually eat and fly (if you get what I mean). It was one hell of experience that I sure gonna miss (wait, I'm already missing it) and don't blame us because we were doing something legal ahahahaha and just for the sake of you know, experience :p So, not gonna tell it in detail here because not everyone can accept this so yeah, let the memories remain in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the effects lasted till I landed in Edinburgh, Scotland as I did mix the legal stuffs together and holy shit the effects was crazay I really thought I was not gonna be okay ever again. And if you wonder how I terrible I looked like after the mixture of stuffs that I took, this picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bhMd3oFjo4/Tep9_d3XvnI/AAAAAAAABwM/njcAaVkKd-g/s1600/SDC11316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bhMd3oFjo4/Tep9_d3XvnI/AAAAAAAABwM/njcAaVkKd-g/s400/SDC11316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614438414772846194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn, I'm missing Amsterdam the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1329926880119711434?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1329926880119711434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1329926880119711434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1329926880119711434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1329926880119711434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/06/amsterdam-is-love.html' title='Amsterdam is LOVE'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLeTG3u9mR4/TeqLogW1oLI/AAAAAAAAB1c/mYYRIierwzI/s72-c/P4032000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5163654876786900489</id><published>2011-06-03T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:21:19.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London with besties</title><content type='html'>Sambungan kepada my travel updates wahahahaha. Okay, so after I separated from Sheila and Mary, I went straight to Baker Street to meet Farah, alone tau. Tapi takde hal, rasa macam dah jadi resident London dah time tu wahahaha. So excited dat I met Farah after so longggg, from Baker Street, straight to Stansted Airport naik van to pick up Julie who came all the way from Malaysia on her own. Dalam van tu borak non-stop with Farah, orang lain senyap je but we couldn't stop, too much updates! That's what happened when best friends get together! Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunited with Julie at Stansted Airport. So the happy that our vacation is about to start with just 3 of us, what's better than that? We went straight to our hostel yang macam hotel somewhere near the airport as it was already midnight so might as well lepak dekat2 situ je kan. Central London agak jauh from Stansted Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And taraaa, this is our hostel! Best kannn???&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2NCvkFv4b4/TekgXrSvvBI/AAAAAAAABwE/iDvbYgzzVpw/s1600/P3311549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2NCvkFv4b4/TekgXrSvvBI/AAAAAAAABwE/iDvbYgzzVpw/s400/P3311549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614054001624464402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken the next morning. It was quite candid lah I was wearing my contact lens, Julie was brushing her teeth and Farah took the picture. So likeee! Walaupun muka I boleh tahan gemok dalam ni dah la comot ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFOIfdIjYB4/Teka6HimWgI/AAAAAAAABvk/G07wmC_8hAE/s1600/P4011558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dFOIfdIjYB4/Teka6HimWgI/AAAAAAAABvk/G07wmC_8hAE/s400/P4011558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614047996252936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the view outside our hostel. Macam countryside sket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idBPza70Zp0/Teka50kKLdI/AAAAAAAABvc/nhyBhIjBdbw/s1600/P4011563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-idBPza70Zp0/Teka50kKLdI/AAAAAAAABvc/nhyBhIjBdbw/s400/P4011563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614047991159205330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we made our way to the Central London. The plan was to leave our luggage somewhere at the train station but to our disappointment, we couldn't find the left-luggage service so I called Malaysia Hall and asked whether we can come earlier and leave our luggage first since we're not allowed to check-in the Malaysia Hall until 1pm. The lady answering the phone sounded a bit kerek la, she was like 'awak datang je la dulu, I'll see what I can do' pergh lah. Sabar je lah. Ingat Malaysia Hall tu seblah rumah aku ke? Tapi nasib baik she allowed us to leave our luggage there. Lega kot kalau tak terpaksa jalan terkedek2 bawak luggage dah la berat, I even have backpack kottt! Eeeee hodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9qKyvhq6Gs4/TekaU5Fz4qI/AAAAAAAABvU/GV4VgSs0Rrs/s1600/P4011568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9qKyvhq6Gs4/TekaU5Fz4qI/AAAAAAAABvU/GV4VgSs0Rrs/s400/P4011568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614047356718932642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hah, first destination : Madame Tussaud! I myself has never been to Madame Tussaud so of course I was excited bout it. Datang awal2 pagi pun hampa sebab still kena beratur panjang, tapi takpe lah, layan sajes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1E0Kg_qlJA/TekaUe3tZ0I/AAAAAAAABvM/7fju3eubTq0/s1600/SDC10904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1E0Kg_qlJA/TekaUe3tZ0I/AAAAAAAABvM/7fju3eubTq0/s400/SDC10904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614047349680465730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lZdmh1quJ0/TekaUCLu2eI/AAAAAAAABvE/n5KB86Q7jvM/s1600/SDC10909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lZdmh1quJ0/TekaUCLu2eI/AAAAAAAABvE/n5KB86Q7jvM/s400/SDC10909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614047341979818466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But actually, tak banyak patung celebrities in Madame Tussaud. Tapi si Russell Brand ni ade lah plak. I pun struggle la tangkap gambar dengan Russell Brand because a certain someone ni perasan dia same mcm Russell. Ahahahah. Kalau I larat memang I upload all the pics, tapi kalau upload semua pun mcm la orang nak tengok sangat kan. So I main upload je lah ape yg mcm best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vV9J7jTXaQ/TekZbIAgSmI/AAAAAAAABu8/4CYPSyrtxAU/s1600/P4011600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vV9J7jTXaQ/TekZbIAgSmI/AAAAAAAABu8/4CYPSyrtxAU/s400/P4011600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614046364290796130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9OPnhMW0IE/TekZaezDk3I/AAAAAAAABu0/VmXPkSg5iLg/s1600/P4011634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9OPnhMW0IE/TekZaezDk3I/AAAAAAAABu0/VmXPkSg5iLg/s400/P4011634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614046353228534642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iY2bx6S11mU/TekZZ04QWLI/AAAAAAAABus/lddn8ycyrBk/s1600/P4011649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iY2bx6S11mU/TekZZ04QWLI/AAAAAAAABus/lddn8ycyrBk/s400/P4011649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614046341976053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzp6cKQ1ZMQ/TekYqHQbW-I/AAAAAAAABuk/NDwizPhQ36A/s1600/P4011679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tzp6cKQ1ZMQ/TekYqHQbW-I/AAAAAAAABuk/NDwizPhQ36A/s400/P4011679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614045522275556322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vu7SwJybT5w/TekYp6Lg6tI/AAAAAAAABuc/EbeY8aroLDk/s1600/SDC10939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vu7SwJybT5w/TekYp6Lg6tI/AAAAAAAABuc/EbeY8aroLDk/s400/SDC10939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614045518765288146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPhz2Dg7h5M/TekXwh0USxI/AAAAAAAABuU/f7OjfWp69Vs/s1600/SDC10942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPhz2Dg7h5M/TekXwh0USxI/AAAAAAAABuU/f7OjfWp69Vs/s400/SDC10942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614044532972997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, terus nak pegi tengok Big Ben, Houses of Parliaments, London Eye, River Thames etc. Which means, I'll be seeing these things again for the 3rd time. Blueks muntah already. This area name die Westminster, the place where the royal wedding took place. Then jalan kaki to Trafalgar Square sambil gelak2 like crazy. I can't really describe it lah, but when we get together, everything seems to be soooo laughable, lawak nak mati and we can really gelak till we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded some silly videos too tapi tak terlarat nak upload all the vids plus they're quite lengthy hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbI3fu6JcCk/TekeyePe1lI/AAAAAAAABv8/OTEo6zTAu2c/s1600/P4011725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gbI3fu6JcCk/TekeyePe1lI/AAAAAAAABv8/OTEo6zTAu2c/s400/P4011725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614052262954325586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRnCw5xsZ8E/Tekexz-xq9I/AAAAAAAABv0/9nxueF36pMM/s1600/P4011719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRnCw5xsZ8E/Tekexz-xq9I/AAAAAAAABv0/9nxueF36pMM/s400/P4011719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614052251609967570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkkm5df4X0c/TekVzuu39wI/AAAAAAAABuI/B-yZCzCNiYc/s1600/P4011738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkkm5df4X0c/TekVzuu39wI/AAAAAAAABuI/B-yZCzCNiYc/s400/P4011738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614042388956182274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6-v9UVbpKA/TekVzL5EcUI/AAAAAAAABuA/cX7fCtKs7Vk/s1600/P4011757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6-v9UVbpKA/TekVzL5EcUI/AAAAAAAABuA/cX7fCtKs7Vk/s400/P4011757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614042379603702082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my kaki start buat hal. Sakit nak mati. I was having some sort of joint pain on my knee. Annoying gila tapi gagahkan jugak pegi Tower Bridge tapi time ni dah down sket sebab mmg sakit sgt sgt sgt. Nasib baik dah pnah pergi so I didn't even take pics pun dekat sini. Malas and muke pon super chronic already sbb sakit sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGyQlg6OmkE/TekVysLkUEI/AAAAAAAABt4/uxlNKb4p16c/s1600/P4011800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sGyQlg6OmkE/TekVysLkUEI/AAAAAAAABt4/uxlNKb4p16c/s400/P4011800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614042371091353666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went back to Malaysia Hall to get some good sleep. We got 2 rooms as there's no room that provide accomodation for 3 ppl but we squeezed in all of us in one room. Hehe. Next day in the morning after breakfast nasik lemak worth RM20 at Malaysia Hall, we went to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of guard etc etc tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doCHWR_DWzE/TekTQUWXFPI/AAAAAAAABtw/S9degOyoL1A/s1600/P4021834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doCHWR_DWzE/TekTQUWXFPI/AAAAAAAABtw/S9degOyoL1A/s400/P4021834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614039581555365106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-extz4T_BUOg/TekTP_eSj2I/AAAAAAAABto/66HQJq5VOek/s1600/P4021862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-extz4T_BUOg/TekTP_eSj2I/AAAAAAAABto/66HQJq5VOek/s400/P4021862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614039575951478626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then picnic-ing at Hyde Park. The weather was good, not so windy and sejuk like the previous day so I can take off my jacket, for a moment though, lepas tu sejuk balik. Aahahaha. Time picnic ni borak2, gelak2, camwhore2, record video kutuk Julie because previously she had her taik hidung sesat on her nose lepas tu kentut so kuat and berak busuk gila lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99aceZJExWE/TekTPRKoT9I/AAAAAAAABtg/lX74kE8Jjro/s1600/P4021893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99aceZJExWE/TekTPRKoT9I/AAAAAAAABtg/lX74kE8Jjro/s400/P4021893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614039563520987090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpYlik0Tpoc/TekSHafxz5I/AAAAAAAABtY/psf9_sBQl-c/s1600/P4021899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpYlik0Tpoc/TekSHafxz5I/AAAAAAAABtY/psf9_sBQl-c/s400/P4021899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614038329075027858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvemVhw73yo/TekSGy-tuwI/AAAAAAAABtQ/Kb46sDgHa1Q/s1600/P4021944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvemVhw73yo/TekSGy-tuwI/AAAAAAAABtQ/Kb46sDgHa1Q/s400/P4021944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614038318467365634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K-QaXq_0Ko/TekSGjd-sUI/AAAAAAAABtI/5kmju7L6ATc/s1600/SDC11060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K-QaXq_0Ko/TekSGjd-sUI/AAAAAAAABtI/5kmju7L6ATc/s400/SDC11060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614038314303533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAh9HVTIWhU/TekQ2Z0xeVI/AAAAAAAABtA/W1Tfw7fHBxo/s1600/SDC11075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAh9HVTIWhU/TekQ2Z0xeVI/AAAAAAAABtA/W1Tfw7fHBxo/s400/SDC11075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614036937325246802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyHu1EFHko4/TekQ16im3VI/AAAAAAAABs4/dbiMfEiXXvk/s1600/SDC11081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyHu1EFHko4/TekQ16im3VI/AAAAAAAABs4/dbiMfEiXXvk/s400/SDC11081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614036928927554898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQwg1dT0kGM/TekQ1bEI9jI/AAAAAAAABsw/qXoWTWuuUm8/s1600/P4021927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQwg1dT0kGM/TekQ1bEI9jI/AAAAAAAABsw/qXoWTWuuUm8/s400/P4021927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614036920478266930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the Times Square of London, Piccadilly Circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iDTBiooP1o/TekPb_kD0bI/AAAAAAAABso/AePyHR3G22I/s1600/P4021957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iDTBiooP1o/TekPb_kD0bI/AAAAAAAABso/AePyHR3G22I/s400/P4021957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614035384087597490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lepas tu gerak to China Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgFzplIYqXQ/TekPbVG6T0I/AAAAAAAABsg/H720sIFwE_0/s1600/P4021964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgFzplIYqXQ/TekPbVG6T0I/AAAAAAAABsg/H720sIFwE_0/s400/P4021964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614035372691050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And believe me masa ni kaki sakit lagi :( it was so severe that I had to spend 6 pounds for NSAID (painkiller) aaa that was freaking RM 30 kotttt!!! Mahal nk mati tapi I really can't afford to ignore the pain that I felt like crying kot sakit sangat. Tapiiii, sampai je Oxford St, not that the pain went away, but I was amazed at myself for the will and strength dat I have to still geledah the whole kedai to find things that I like walaupun tgh sakit gile kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTmSvVy96mc/TekOmh2tQ8I/AAAAAAAABsY/geq_6uhMgAE/s1600/P4021986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTmSvVy96mc/TekOmh2tQ8I/AAAAAAAABsY/geq_6uhMgAE/s400/P4021986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614034465579680706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I yang sakit kaki, tapi  I was the last to stop shopping till Farah and Julie had to wait for me..like this. This pic was taken just a few minutes before diorang kena halau suro bangun. LOL. Macam pendatang already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dOS6RL5Qe0/TekOmVKSL1I/AAAAAAAABsQ/liZxyrMGyjM/s1600/P4021992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dOS6RL5Qe0/TekOmVKSL1I/AAAAAAAABsQ/liZxyrMGyjM/s400/P4021992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614034462172131154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFrBs_ciXzo/TekOAG8LfJI/AAAAAAAABsI/-2dFcNNT_Lc/s1600/P4021993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFrBs_ciXzo/TekOAG8LfJI/AAAAAAAABsI/-2dFcNNT_Lc/s400/P4021993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614033805519846546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, that kinda sum up our hols in London. Words can't even describe our holiday sebenarnye, cewah. Lepas shopping ni, kitorang terus rush balik Malaysia Hall amek barang2 semua time ni kaki sakit so Farah la banyak tlg I angkat beg gabak tuuu..thanks sgt to Farah ahahaha. Malam ni kite semua overnite dekat Stansted airport waiting for our flight to Amsterdam woot woot. Malangnye I tak tido pon, Farah je dapat tido baring atas kerusi, me and Julie dah mcm zombie dah. Tapi redha sajes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5163654876786900489?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5163654876786900489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5163654876786900489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5163654876786900489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5163654876786900489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/06/london-with-besties.html' title='London with besties'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2NCvkFv4b4/TekgXrSvvBI/AAAAAAAABwE/iDvbYgzzVpw/s72-c/P3311549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1427196000305744385</id><published>2011-06-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:41:24.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1cdwKZgMJw/TeaVjdkuPeI/AAAAAAAABr0/YUBpkjlp8Ao/s1600/bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1cdwKZgMJw/TeaVjdkuPeI/AAAAAAAABr0/YUBpkjlp8Ao/s400/bitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613338422030515682" 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/2008207589505262754-1427196000305744385?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1427196000305744385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1427196000305744385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1427196000305744385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1427196000305744385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/06/alert.html' title='alert!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1cdwKZgMJw/TeaVjdkuPeI/AAAAAAAABr0/YUBpkjlp8Ao/s72-c/bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-795669554802233492</id><published>2011-05-12T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:30:20.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in that videooo! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xnY_M73DUTA" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euro trip with besties is the best damn thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-795669554802233492?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/795669554802233492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=795669554802233492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/795669554802233492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/795669554802233492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-in-that-videooo-p.html' title='I&apos;m in that videooo! :P'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xnY_M73DUTA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3835020182270430768</id><published>2011-04-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:37:20.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Again! :D</title><content type='html'>OKAYYYYY punch me in my face for abandoning my blog for 3 months!!!! Gosh, I love this blog coz this is where I pour my heart out but for freaking 3 months, I've been neglecting this blog for no strong reasons. I was just, too lazy to write anything, or maybe, I lost the drive to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedang memaksa diri untuk menulis. Hahahaha. Okay first things first, I will bore you with my travel updates. Teeheee :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to London once again :) This time, with different bunch of people. Went there with Sheila and Mary accompanying me from Bangalore. It was a realllllyyyyyy tiring journey okayyy, we took Saudi Arabian Airlines as it offers the cheapest rate so we had our transit at Jeddah for freaking 9 hours :/ Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, firstly, the flight was full with orang2 yang nak perform umrah so you can imagine lah their attire plus they were reciting ayat suci Al-Quran sepanjang2 journey to Jeddah, I ni dahla nak pergi London nak bercuti (aka melagha), baju memang dah sah2 jauh beza dgn orang2 yg nak perform umrah, tudung pun takde pulak tu, so, sangat lah hidup segan mati tak mau. Lebih kurang lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the plane. Orang2 nak buat umrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/-XepJvyJ_6Vc/Ta8YS7r40UI/AAAAAAAABrs/uA0vTk9iNC4/s1600/P1000065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XepJvyJ_6Vc/Ta8YS7r40UI/AAAAAAAABrs/uA0vTk9iNC4/s400/P1000065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597719575383298370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transit at Jeddah for freaking 9 hours. Can you imagine? Kebosanan tahap moksya tapi redha dengan status kewangan yang miskin maka redha je lah kau kena tahan transit kat Jeddah sampai 9 jam. That's the way to survive. Malaysians bersepah, maka dengan itu, kentois secara terang-terangan dengan takde tudung nye. Dahla shawl pun takde. Hais. Lupe nak set strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang bestnya, dapat food and drinks free from the waiters at the airport cafe :P they slipped on a note on the tray, wanted to be our friends. Ceh la. Mesti dah buat mcm tu kat ramai girls but anyway, that's not important, what's important is that, we got free fooooood :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the waiters. Wahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyBcF-PiVp4/Ta8MH0IXImI/AAAAAAAABrc/KKOl14WQlIk/s1600/P1000080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyBcF-PiVp4/Ta8MH0IXImI/AAAAAAAABrc/KKOl14WQlIk/s400/P1000080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597706190237147746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary and Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ek9sWb_r5gY/Ta8TKp8HV1I/AAAAAAAABrk/vWJ13dktWxU/s1600/P1000075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ek9sWb_r5gY/Ta8TKp8HV1I/AAAAAAAABrk/vWJ13dktWxU/s400/P1000075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597713935622428498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, finally sampai London. Kawan I kat London ni, name die Ameerul, pemalas punya mamat. Bukan nak pick us up dekat airport padahal his uni dekat je dengan Heathrow tapi sebab we arrived at 6am in the morning, lagi la mamat ni liat nk amek kitorang pagi2 buta so redha je lah. But anyway, he did give us the number of private hire cab lah kan, so we dun have to spend extra pennies on the black cab yang mahal tu. Yang lawaknyaaaaa, none of us have UK number just yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay lah, since we arrived at London at 6 am in the morning, called the private hire cab and the operator asked for our number, told him lah we didn't have UK number yet so we couldn't give him any number. The operator said, "well, this is a rare case but the cab will be arriving in another 20 minutes, but if the cab isn't there, do give us a call" OK layan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes passed by, no cabs. Me and Sheila went back to the public phone booth and as we were approaching the public phone booth, the phone was ringing!! I picked up the phone and guess what, it's the cab driver calling for us! Weh, the phone booth tu dah la jauh from our waiting place, datang semata-mata nak call the private hire cab tu balik, tengok2 the cab driver was calling us. So random and so kelakar we couldn't stop laughing bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sampai Brunel's University, my friend's place. We stayed at his friend's room as he was away visiting his wife somewhere in Sheffield. Floor budak boys, tapi redah saje. Janji free accomodation. Makcik2 cleaner mat salleh pun rupenye kepochi jugak sebok dok tanye2 kitorang siape semua. Bantai je "makcik, saye kakak budak ni". Speaking London, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle down. Hari tu jugak kitorang went to Oxford St to do some shopping. But I did not. Sebab I'll be spending 5 days dekat London, later with Farah and Julie so I was just surveying stuffs je time tu. Maka, dengan officialnye, I was their tour guide for the day, and the next day. Gambar dekat Oxford Street tkde sebab semua orang busy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, sightseeing around London. Sebenarnya dah naik bosan sebab I went there already kan tapi layan saje. Dahla it was raining during our sightseeing day, punah harapan nak picnic dekat Hyde Park. Hais. So, these are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIg52dTDQhA/TaSya80S9wI/AAAAAAAABq8/rvUQfRT0LO0/s1600/P1000135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wIg52dTDQhA/TaSya80S9wI/AAAAAAAABq8/rvUQfRT0LO0/s400/P1000135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594792813172815618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otw to Trafalgar Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ0-E1YiKTk/TaSyaQ_INCI/AAAAAAAABq0/ORylaukNo_w/s1600/P1000167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ0-E1YiKTk/TaSyaQ_INCI/AAAAAAAABq0/ORylaukNo_w/s400/P1000167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594792801407087650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFLoVDm1Sig/TaSyZsuAgxI/AAAAAAAABqs/wE_WpcAQoNU/s1600/P1000207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFLoVDm1Sig/TaSyZsuAgxI/AAAAAAAABqs/wE_WpcAQoNU/s400/P1000207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594792791671603986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMZy0EI0YpA/TaSsgFmJkJI/AAAAAAAABqk/JUoHfySlbWM/s1600/P1000215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMZy0EI0YpA/TaSsgFmJkJI/AAAAAAAABqk/JUoHfySlbWM/s400/P1000215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594786304358977682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent around 3 days la jugak with Sheila and Mary. FYI, they're from Sabah and between them mestilah cakap in Sabah. Maka dengan itu, I pun dah terikut2 nak cakap Sabah jugak. LOL. Sumpah tak tipu. It feels awkward to speak in standard Malay when both of 'em are conversing in Sabahan. Bantai je la. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REeTzua_VaY/TaSsfXsc2rI/AAAAAAAABqc/7OM4QejrEjA/s1600/P1000220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REeTzua_VaY/TaSsfXsc2rI/AAAAAAAABqc/7OM4QejrEjA/s400/P1000220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594786292037376690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila was busy trying out some shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMWy39ihxfo/TaSsexMc3aI/AAAAAAAABqU/nq8v6xaeaHE/s1600/P1000222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMWy39ihxfo/TaSsexMc3aI/AAAAAAAABqU/nq8v6xaeaHE/s400/P1000222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594786281702612386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We separated on the 3rd day, they were heading to their friend's house somewhere di hujung London, and I made my way to Baker Street to meet Farah and then straight to Stansted Airport to pick up Julie! On the last day at Brunel's Uni, Merul cooked spaghetti for lunch, haa, boleh la tahan. Janji free :P and he sent me to the nearest tube station and yes, it was our goodbye! Thanks so much to him for the hospitality walaupun die layan tak layan je kitorang tapi bole lah kan daripada takde wahahahahaha. And I was sooooo excited to meet my two bestfriends :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue writing in my next post :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3835020182270430768?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3835020182270430768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3835020182270430768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3835020182270430768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3835020182270430768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/04/london-again-d.html' title='London Again! :D'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XepJvyJ_6Vc/Ta8YS7r40UI/AAAAAAAABrs/uA0vTk9iNC4/s72-c/P1000065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-8769335254924215273</id><published>2011-01-25T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:38:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meroyan</title><content type='html'>buruk betul perkataan meroyan ni. very synonymous to makcik tua terpekik terlolong satu kampung sebab baru mati laki. tak ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please jangan samakan meroyan dengan makcik tua dah. sebab in this modern world, kami yang muda remaja ni pun dah pandai meroyan sebab tekanan perasaan with local indian drivers. it's a whole different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who don't know, yes i'm currently studying in india and i bought kereta cap murah with my friends untuk mempermudahkan urusan kitorang pergi and pulang menuntut ilmu selain daripada pergi berfoya2 bersuka ria di hari minggu. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kat msia, boleh kira berapa orang pakai kereta manual. tapi dekat india, boleh kira dengan jari seblah tangan je berapa orang pakai kereta automatic. pendek citer, diorang ni memang pemandu yang hebat sebab mostly memang pakai kereta manual. i wanted to buy an automatic car but it was so damn expensive and a papa kedana like me can't afford an auto car hence the manual car i'm using now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was very much used to auto car back in msia, seingat i, aku bawak kereta manual masa nak amek driving license and kadang2 when aku rembat kereta kancil my sis dulu2. tapi tu semua cerita klasik suatu masa dulu, sekarang kat rumah aku semua kereta auto saje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, berbekalkan hati kental dan kering, aku determined nak beli je kereta manual cap murah ni. janji boleh jalan, biar la mati 10 kali pun. first time bawak kereta dekat india nie, perrrrgggghhhh, cuak tak terkata mulut kering sebab cuak okay, dah la berkurun lamenye aku tak bawak kereta manual. kene pulak first day aku bawak kereta to class, i was stucked in between big lorries, not to mention manusia india yang suka jalan tengah2 alam plus kereta2 and motor2 anddd auto a.k.a tut-tut tu lagi. semak ah traffic india ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau dekat malaysia, kite cuak sebab kereta semua laju2. dekat india ni, kau cuak sebab kereta datang dari semua arah, manusia jalan dengan bahagianya dekat tengah2 jalan sikit pun tak cuak lori nak lalu (lori pulak terpaksa cuak terlanggar diorang) and diorang ni semua memang kurang ajar tahap moksya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awal2 bawak kereta dekat sini, memang aku sikit punye hati2 tak nak terlanggar orang. kalau hon diorang tak ketepi pun aku sanggup bersabar bawak gear rendah membontoti bontot2 manusia yg jalan tengah jalan ni. sekarang, memang aku tempted je nak langgar sekor2 manusia bengap ni. ha, disinilah bermulanya era meroyan aku dan kawan2 sekereta aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sini kalau nk hon takde maknenye nak hon pendek2 malu2, kau hon je sampai 5 minit stret, tu pun belum tentu orang nak ketepi bagi jalan kat kau. dia boleh selamba lagi jalan gelak2. macam celaka ok. kalau hon 5 minit tak dilayan, bukak tingkap plak. kalau ada batu dalam kereta aku, dh lame aku baling kat manusia2 ni, tapi sadly aku asik terlupe jek nk kumpul batu2 letak dlm kereta so aku just jerit "woiiiii ammmaaaa, tepi la bodooo! kau bangang ke ape!" ahahahaha okay nak meroyan dalam bahasa india aku tak berapa nak fasih, nak meroyan dalam english bukan diorang paham pun so buang karan je kau meroyan berhabuk2 in english, might as well meroyan dalam mother tongue sendiri. puas hati ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proses meroyan takkan lengkap tanpa ekspresi muka dan tangan. korang pernah tengok kan kalau dekat cerita tamil tu perempuan gaduh2 diorang suka pakai tangan kan. ha macam tu lah kitorang buat. i lost count dah berapa kali aku flash my middle finger to the indian drivers and the stupid pedestrians. i never did that in malaysia. (shit, betul ke?) but anyway, kalau nak flash middle finger kat msia time driving pun memang fikir 2-3 kali gak kan. kat sini tak payah fikir, buat saje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekat india ni, there's no such thing as fast lane or slow lane. kalau kau bawak auto 40km/hour pun kau boleh belasah bawak on fast lane. ape ade hal. bawak kereta dekat india ni macam main game ok. kalau nak cepat, memang kau terpaksa cilok2 semua lane. daripada lane laju, tetibe ada auto (tut tut) slow block kau, masuk plak lane tengah, tak lame lepas tu ade plak lori lembab kat lane tengah, masuk lane slow pulak tak lame lepas tu ade plak pakcik tengah tolak troli jual sayur. and lepas tu back to middle lane depan kau semua ada kereta slow lembap lempong daripada fast lane, middle lane and slow lane. so there's nothing u can do but wait. or hon sampai lebam. can u imagine? so pendek kata, kau hanya akan berpeluang untuk speeding dalam masa kurang daripada 2 minit sebelum berjumpa dengan halangan seterusnya. gila tak masyuk. tapi kalau kau jenis suka cilok2 lane tu best la gak tapi bila part stuck sbb semua kereta dpn kau slow tu memang turn off. and yes, sini kau bukan racing dengan kereta. kau racing dengan lori2 besar. sumpah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about lori2 besar, diorang ni memang biadap tau. kadang2 tu main himpit je masuk lane orang smpai nk terlanggar our car. eee macam babi la jugak. if that happens selalunya aku kejar balik lori tu, dapat jerit meroyan jap or flash middle finger pun jadi lah. orang bodoh mcm ni memang kene ajar sikit. pernah tu siap balas2 gaduh mulut sambil bawak kereta side to side with another vehicle tu. hahah macam haram. aku ni dah macam gangster jalanan dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kereta cap murah aku memang sangat berjasa. paling malas nak bangun awal catch the bus to class, lagi malas kalau tertinggal bas pastu terpaksa gaduh ngan pakcik auto sebab dia mintak fare mahal. ade kereta ni tenang sket. eh? tenang? tapi meroyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can drive a manual car like a pro already. ahahaha. siap dah ajar 4 orang yang naik kereta sama aku. initially, i was the only person who can drive, so hari2 aku mengangkut my other 4 classmates to class. lepas tu aku dah macam instructor, sorang2 aku ajar bawak kereta, now all of 'em can drive a manual car already. hah. aahh, and that explains the condition of the car. each kemek represents almost each one of em. hahahaha. takpe, at least kemek jek. plus the traffic memang unpredictable kan. i've been in worse car accident with a lorry in malaysia. kereta remuk, lori terbalik sideways, settle dekat balai. haa. hahahah. guess every driver will experience at least an accident in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious tak ayu okay kalau meroyan. tapi meroyan tu macam kewajipan atau tuntutan kalau kau nak terus hidup dekat india ni. tak tahan aa hari2 kereta cap murah aku ditindas oleh lori2 besar. cap murah tak murah, name kereta aku ferrari okay. adios amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and my ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TT7mkgiu_5I/AAAAAAAABqI/X7cCq6EgOZA/s1600/DSC00816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TT7mkgiu_5I/AAAAAAAABqI/X7cCq6EgOZA/s400/DSC00816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566139704361811858" 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/2008207589505262754-8769335254924215273?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/8769335254924215273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=8769335254924215273' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8769335254924215273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8769335254924215273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/01/meroyan.html' title='Meroyan'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TT7mkgiu_5I/AAAAAAAABqI/X7cCq6EgOZA/s72-c/DSC00816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2234895320154739369</id><published>2011-01-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:25:29.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna believe in forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TTndljxyczI/AAAAAAAABqA/BYtK4WQOFK8/s1600/n645187612_1088308_1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TTndljxyczI/AAAAAAAABqA/BYtK4WQOFK8/s320/n645187612_1088308_1871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564722451921924914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="copy"&gt;&lt;p&gt;love is a strong feeling. love is magic. love is the most wonderful feeling in the world. love can kill you and then bring you back to life. love is crazy. love is a bitch. love turns you upside down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i first knew what love really is at a very tender age. messed up with love. died because of love, but i was brought back to life because of love. i’ve lost so much because of love. and i’m so scared of anymore loss that i have to face later in life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i gave up because of love. i fear to love again. but then again, love gives me the courage to take the risk and to not give up. love confuses me, but at the same time, love takes charge of my decision.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;love is not found, love is built. you’ll never know if the person you’re meeting for the first time is the love of your life. i wonder if i can choose to fall in love. truth is, i can’t. you can’t choose to fall in love or to not fall in love. you just fall. you can’t even choose to stop being in love. love will find you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;you don’t always fall in love with the prince charming or a beauty queen. love doesn’t know perfection. you can still find love in the middle of imperfections. funny how we set standards and qualification of our mr/miss right, but at the back of our mind, the person we truly love will always be an exception.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i believed in love. but love betrayed me. but in the end, i keep believing. i got myself heartbroken, and i refused to believe that someday, someone will prove me that love is not all that bad. but then again, with this fragile heart of mine, i keep believing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if love is a game, play it right. why cheat on love game? why do people try so hard to win the love game only to eventually forget the pleasure and victory after winning? love is something to be cherished forever. forever doesn’t mean a year, not 2 years, not even 10 years. forever means forever even after the day you die.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;if i am to be in love again, i really wish it is forever. i’m sick of another heartbreak, sick of another teary moment, sick of lies, sick of trying hard only to fall on my face again, sick of getting sick with hopeless relationship, just sick. but i’m scared of getting my hope goes up high. traumatized much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i swear i can write longer but nah. i don’t know why i’m feeling what i feel now. i wrote this, and feel this while listening to i’m in here by sia. damn, i am so easily affected by sappy songs. and i think, part of this is because of the hormones. blame pms. insecurity and emotional instability always get the best of me during this time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p/s : untuk effect lebih mendalam lagi mencengkam ketika membaca, read while listening to i’m in here by sia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2234895320154739369?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/2234895320154739369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=2234895320154739369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2234895320154739369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2234895320154739369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanna-believe-in-forever.html' title='i wanna believe in forever'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TTndljxyczI/AAAAAAAABqA/BYtK4WQOFK8/s72-c/n645187612_1088308_1871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3269163589056187498</id><published>2011-01-14T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:00:51.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Justin Bieber like seriouslyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/efd4ZOleuG0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/efd4ZOleuG0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo sorry for the very long silence! It's been more than a month since I last posted an entry in this blog. Been busy with lots of things teeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, that video! Lol. Me and my beloved girlfriends were doing some miming of Justin Bieber's baby baby baby ohhhh song teehee. Please don't bother to mention how gedik we were coz we're fully aware of that but who the heck cares, we had fun and we don't bitch about other ppl so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to continue writing in this blog. Hehe mintak2 la banyak free time nak tulis entry banyak2 macam dulu lagi. Later lovesss &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3269163589056187498?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3269163589056187498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3269163589056187498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3269163589056187498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3269163589056187498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-love-justin-bieber-like-seriouslyyyy.html' title='We love Justin Bieber like seriouslyyyy!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1245019475578116293</id><published>2010-11-24T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:59:04.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Craze</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I do miss my old self when I was still a teenager who lived my life to the fullest. I'm thankful that I grew up under the supervision of my super cool parents who understand what a teenager has to taste in life and so, they let me went through massive culture shock when I was still in school as I had almost total discretion towards my own life (with their guidance of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks to my parents, I don't have to go through that stage of life when you're a newbie to everything life has to offer at this age, because seeing some peeps who are trying hard to assimilate themselves with the new culture they've just discovered, I feel sorry for them. Some just have to live a double life to cope up with their secret life. You know, balik kampung pakai tudung pakai jubah pakai handsocks etc etc and when they're away from parents kalau boleh semua pun mau kasi tersembul. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't intend to write about culture shock in this post but as usual, my urgency to write came out so suddenly that I can't stop myself from typing this one out so pardon me for going off topic. Hahaha. Okay okay let me get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you had any high school craze? No I'm not talking about cute boys playing basketball (save it for another blog post ;p) Well, I do. Some are incredibly stupid but then again, everybody looks stupid at some point of our life so who cares. See what I'd like to reveal about my high school craze. I might have to filter 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Piercing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TO1T21Q5siI/AAAAAAAABpo/y4RuU-9GxwU/s1600/piercings.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TO1T21Q5siI/AAAAAAAABpo/y4RuU-9GxwU/s400/piercings.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543178917838959138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy about having multiple piercings on my ears. I swear my ear was somewhat like that in the picture, except that I don't let the hole of the piercing(s) be of that size. Having my ears pierced many times, the pain wasn't exactly what I was afraid of. It's the pleasure of getting yourself multiple piercings was the only thing that matters to me. I used to have 4 piercings on my left ear and 3 piercings on my right ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a huge collection of earrings back then but now all the earrings are gone di telan zaman, I'm guessing my little sisters were the ones responsible for this. And I was about to get navel piercing when a friend blurted out the fact that she had to practically undergo a surgery to remove her sunken belly ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hair dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I had my hair fully intact in its natural color was when I was 13. Yes, I had my first hair dye when I was 13 and within this 10-year duration (now that I am 23), my hair has never been in its natural state ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my own hair as a 13-year old girl can't possibly afford to get her hair dye at the salon so my first attempt was a total joke. I had the upper portion of my head with bright golden blonde color with the rest having almost black color haha. Soon enough, I learnt to dye my hair right and I actually dyed my little sisters' hair when they were still in their standard 1 and kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually taught them how to do hair dyeing right there and then so we can help each other with it in the future. Yes this is what sisters are for. Kecik2 dah berjasa pada kakak. Bagus. I couldn't stop myself from dyeing my hair everytime it ran out of colour, guess it shows that it was one of my high school craze back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Converse sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how is zaman sekolah nowadays, but during my time, the punkrock era was evolving so much that it gave a big influence on school-goers. So, it was something to be proud of when people label you as 'awek grunge' hahahaha. OK poyo much I know wakakak. All you need was to form a band, or at least going solo and rock with your musical instrument, dress up like one and converse shoes was the secret to complete them all. Or at least, most of us believed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 4 pairs of converse shoes altogether throughout my school years, one of which was descended from my big sister as I beg her to gave it up. God knows what I had to go through to get another 3 pairs, I had to pujuk rayu my dad to buy me a pair and I had to fast all the way and save up my own pocket money to get myself another 2 pairs. Exactly what the teenagers would do for their high school craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lipbalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasan I was one awek grunge back then, it didn't stop me from being all girly when I wanted to. I collected lipbalms with various flavors and tint shades. I didn't really need them all back then but it was something that I was fond of collecting. I even compare my collection with my girlfriend's to see who got better collection. LOL. Yes, we actually compete with these lipbalms thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done with school, I no longer am a lipbalm collector, instead, I collect lipsticks with various colors. Maybe this is the only high school craze that I can't leave behind even after I left high school teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your high school craze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1245019475578116293?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1245019475578116293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1245019475578116293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1245019475578116293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1245019475578116293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/11/high-school-craze.html' title='High School Craze'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TO1T21Q5siI/AAAAAAAABpo/y4RuU-9GxwU/s72-c/piercings.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-8221674972562839968</id><published>2010-11-19T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:03:36.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's real and what's not</title><content type='html'>pardon me for the long silence. life has been really complicated lately and i am getting more and more confused as each day passes by. maybe i need a real good rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as i'm not driven by emotion, i won't write about my personal life in great detail here. it sounds so wrong to let random people see through you and though i owe an explanation to the people around me (of what's really happening to me) but it's just not my principle to let the cats out just to shut ppl's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, no explanation no nothing. just wanna let you know, keep talking because i don't give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-8221674972562839968?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/8221674972562839968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=8221674972562839968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8221674972562839968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8221674972562839968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-real-and-whats-not.html' title='what&apos;s real and what&apos;s not'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-435771874143929241</id><published>2010-11-09T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:43:08.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kawin</title><content type='html'>no kidding man, i am in that age, that age yang orang berlumba-lumba nak kawin, nak tunang, nak buat anak. seriouslyyyy? i think i'm still youngggg, or at least i feel young! and i am still struggling to get my degree! but these people semua dah nak kawin etc etc. seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like dozens of wedding invitations + engagement invitations. and the rest of my friends dah plan when they're getting engaged, when they're getting married, when this when that. wow. u guys really have good future. i envy u people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kak long was once hurt by her fiance, and tell you what, she really lost hope in love. and at some point of her life, she actually refused to attend any wedding/engagement because she can't cope with depression. i was like, wtf, life goes on. you got look, you got career, you got everything else that a girl wish for so why la nak keco2 just because u haven't found the right one? i guess i really didn't know what she felt back then. truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feels like to lose hope in love? is it really that depressing? i guess when u really lose hope, it's quite a tough job for the other person to mend your broken heart, to build up your trust again, to start over, kan? scary much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to get married at early age. asal tah. gatal kot. but marriage won't happen to me in the near future sooooo, to all my friends who are getting married real soon, i wish you have a good life ahead with ur future spouse. bestnya kawin! sedikit jeles! lalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay just to make me feel better, kalau tak kawin lagi boleh bangun lambat smpai tengahari, tkyah susah2 masak sedap2, tkyah susah2 basuh baju laki kau and tak payah dengar cakap sape2. lol. okay confirm takde sape nak kawin dengan aku lepas ni ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. a best friend told me, percaya je pada jodoh. don't push it, don't hold it. because what is meant to be yours will eventually be yours, what is not will never be no matter how hard to try. so yes, let's just believe in that. and guess what, she's getting married in a week or so. congrats Sophia Yuhanis! :) too bad i won't be around on her wedding :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : while writing this blog post, i'm coughing non stop, my throat feels soooo uneasy and my hands are shaking. think this is because i've been cheering much during the sports day. sigh. what a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-435771874143929241?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/435771874143929241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=435771874143929241' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/435771874143929241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/435771874143929241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/11/kawin.html' title='kawin'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5660282572584931926</id><published>2010-10-27T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:51:06.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jenis-jenis manusia</title><content type='html'>i have friends from all walks of life, daripada sealim-alim orang, sampai sejahat-jahat orang. ok tapi i belum pernah ada kawan pembunuh la, not yet in my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to get to know people with different background, different belief, different perception, different lifestyle, different way of interpreting things. well, satu kepala or not tu belakang cerita. of course, kau tak boleh nak satu kepala with just anyone, tapi you can at least respect and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm proud if kawan2 i hanyut, makan duit haram, tonggang air haram, main perempuan etc etc, i would advise if i think i'm the right person to do so, but i would just shut up if i think i'm not. but whatever it is, usually i never really hate them because of what they do sebab i don't think i am that perfect, that suci murni, to hate others for their wrong-doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, the most important thing is to know them personally. bukan semua orang yang berdosa dengan Tuhan adalah busuk hati. true, orang kata setiap daripada kita ada tanggungjawab untuk nasihat orang lain, tapi to me, bukan semua orang sesuai untuk menasihatkan orang lain, so the least you could do is to hate the wrong-doings that the person commit, bukan membenci that person, outcast that person and treat him like dia sorang je yang berdosa and kau sorang je yang banyak pahala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang kita tak tahu reasons for him committing all the sins, tapi kita judge. kita tak tahu what the person has gone through in his life yang menjadikan dia seorang yg penuh dengan dosa, tapi kita judge. kita tak tahu apa yang pernah terdetik dalam hati dia, tapi kita judge. kite ni manusia ke Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betul, kalau depress, orang selalu nasihat kita ingat kepada Tuhan, jangan lupa Tuhan. but what if iman orang tu tak setegar iman kau? what if iman dia yang tak kuat tu yang membuatkan dia terus hanyut dengan dosa? what's the best thing to do? to judge him, hate him, outcast him or to befriend with him and guide him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau dah tentu baik dan mulia sebab kau tak commit all the sins and buat semua suruhan Tuhan, tapi at some other point of life, you're just as pathetic for acting like a God and judge others all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beg all of you to think about this, deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5660282572584931926?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5660282572584931926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5660282572584931926' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5660282572584931926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5660282572584931926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/10/jenis-jenis-manusia.html' title='jenis-jenis manusia'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1849324689357234350</id><published>2010-10-21T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:55:59.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undang-undang Berkaraoke</title><content type='html'>Ada sape2 lagi ke yang tak tau aku pencinta karaoke? Ahaha kejadah apekah nak semua orang tau that I love karaoke-ing kan. Btw yes, I love love love karaoke-ing walaupun suaraku dihina dicaci malah diperkotak-katikkan, tapi persetankan itu semua. Tak nak dengar aku nyanyi sudah, nama kau dollah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a golden voice untuk melayakkan diri berkaraoke anyway. Bak kata Air Asia, now everyone can fly, begitu jugalah slogan Red Box, now everyone can sing OK tipu ini slogan aku buat sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't do karaoke with just anyone because some people adalah sangat terkinja-kinja melalukan perkara pantang larang semasa berkaraoke and it annoys me to death. So, lesson learnt, the next time you go karaoke-ing, make sure anda pergi bersama orang yang tidak terkinja-kinja melakukan perkara pantang larang semasa berkaraoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, we all know karaoke bukanlah hobi yang murah unless pergi karaoke jamban. Red Box toksah cakap lah, berlubang sekejap walletku kalau karaoke kat Red Box, tapi demi cinta yang mendalam kepada suara emas sendiri, ku relakan juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bila dah tau karaoke bukan benda murah, and kau orang tong tong bayar untuk bilik karaoke tu, apa barang dowh some people bila masuk je karaoke room, terus terkam remote control bilik 10 lagu stret untuk kau sorang. Macam ni :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG cepat cepat I nak pilih lagu"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh I nak lagu Katy Perryyy!! Haaa semua lagu Katy Perry I nak nyanyi, ok ok dah 5 lagu katy perry"&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhh I nak nyanyi that new released single from Britney jugak!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh this song pon bestt!! Nak nak!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it went on sampai si lakhanat ni dah pilih sampai 10 lagu. WTF dowh. I didn't pay to hear you sing for freaking 1 hour or so and lepas tu aku dapat nyanyi 1-2 lagu je padahal bayar sama rata gak. Cilakak betul. Common sense ade tak kak? Nak kata first time, kau siap ada membership card, tapi perangai terkinja-kinja kau boleh tahan jugak melampau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenkali, pilih la 1-2 lagu and then pass the remote to your other friend and let her choose her songs, lepas tu pass kat kawan2 lain and baru back to you and now you can choose your third and fourth song. Ada paham? Kalau kau dah siap2 pilih 10 lagu, memang confirm2 la kau sorang je yang nyanyi nanti. Baik aku balik rumah nyanyi sorang2 dalam jamban dekat rumah aku, lagi syok okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu perkara pantang larang nombor 1 and yang paling aku menyampah. Pantang larang kedua aku adalah orang &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/amalaynicans.html"&gt;Amalaynicans&lt;/a&gt;. Arghhh ini pun menyampah lagi stress lagi muntah hijau berak cacing plsssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i can sing english songs when karaoke-ing but who cares if I wanna sing lagu dangdut? Or rock kapak? Or balada? Or irama tradisional? Who fucking cares? Amalaynicans care! Because orang melayu bajet mat salleh ni allergic kalau dengar orang nyanyi lagu melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my songs of choice when karaoke-ing are usually malay songs. Because whyyy, because I think it's fun-ner to sing malay songs when you're with a whole bunch of crazy friends, it suits ur voice and accent better (durrrhhh) and it really test your vocal waahahaha. Aku takde la membenci english songs when karaoke-ing, ade je aku nyanyi lagu english, tapi aku membenci orang melayu yang buat muka habis bajet when kawan kau pilih lagu melayu. Muka macam ni ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF, you really wanna sing a malay song?"&lt;br /&gt;"OMG i can't stand orang sebelah nyanyi lagu dangdut, bernanah telinga i tau, pls la nyanyi lagu english"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala you get what I mean kan. Pls lah. If you're really a mat salleh and u're acting dat way then I won't really mind, but muka kau kalah muka jawa totok lepas tu engkau nak bajet buat muka hina when ur friend picks a malay song. Eh, pegi mati pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on, next, aku sedikit annoyed bila semua lagu kau nak nyanyi berjemaah sampai tenggelam suara si penyanyi lepas tu microphone tu dah jadi macam dia punya sorang, tak nak langsung pass kat orang lain. Ok ni aku terpaksa annoyed dengan kadar sedikit sahaja sebab i do the same thing wahahahahahahha. Can't help it sometimes because I really love singing, biarpun suaraku dituduh sengau. But I occasionally pass the microphone to other friends okay ahahaha tapi part nyanyi berjemaah tu cannot be helped la sometimes ahahha OK OK will try untuk turn my mouth into silent mode bila orang lain punya turn nyanyi wahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, kau tengok tajuk lagu yang kawan kau pilih kau macam tak tau what song is that. Tapi bila keluar je music, masing-masing "wehhhhhh aku tau lagu niiiii!!!" and then masing2 berjemaah nyanyi ramai2 weh. Hampa si pemilih lagu sebab suaranya bakal ditenggelami nyanyian berjemaah rakan2. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh basically those are the three things that annoy me to death lah when karaoke-ing. Orang yang meroyan pilih lagu untuk dia sorang, amalaynicans who's allergic to rock kapak songs or dangdut or whatever malay songs when karaoke-ing and lastly, orang yang semua lagu pun ada suara dia lepas tu microphone stays with him and only him dari awal sampai habis. Pergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me karaoke if the time for me to enjoy so I want to avoid annoying things like this as much as possible la kan and I'm sure orang lain especially pengkaraoke tegar seperti aku pun tak puas hati jugak kalau ade member2 yang terkinja2 buat perangai camni when karaoke-ing so pls take note okay the next time when u go karaoke-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my lagu2 kegemaran when karaoke-ing ;&lt;br /&gt;1. bulan cinta (amelina)&lt;br /&gt;2. zombie (the cranberries)&lt;br /&gt;3. what's up (4 non blondes)&lt;br /&gt;4. semua lagu ziana zain especially anggapanmu&lt;br /&gt;5. teratai layu di tasik madu (fauziah latiff)&lt;br /&gt;6. memori daun pisang (amelina and iwan)&lt;br /&gt;7. semua lagu awie ahahahahaha especially di penjara janji LOL&lt;br /&gt;8. kau yang bernama seri (handy black)&lt;br /&gt;9. teringin (shima)&lt;br /&gt;10. salam untuk kekasih (nadia) - new favourite&lt;br /&gt;11. segenggam setia (rahmat) - new favourite&lt;br /&gt;12. senggol-senggolan (mas idayu)&lt;br /&gt;13. tenda biru (dessy ratnasari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok pls lah dun ask "are u like a big fan of dangdut?" and "do u even listen to dangdut songs when driving or studying or whatnot?" ahahahahhaha no i'm not a big fan of dangdut tapi i dunno why i suka karok lagu dangdut. macam best and macam fun. tak ke? and suka jugak nyanyi lagu2 ala2 mencabar vocal mcm lagu ziana zain ke, lagu nicky astria ke, aishah ke, awie keee, ahahaha and memang mencabar sampai nk terkeluar anak tekak tapi layan sajes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's one thing about me when karaoke-ing, lepas karok 3-4 jam, mesti sakit pinggang. i think it's because i tend to nyanyi dengan posisi aneh untuk pengeluaran suara yang mantap haha. bila tanya orang lain diorang ade saket pinggang tak lepas karok, semua cam, "pehal nak saket pinggang lak kau nyanyi pakai ape weh?" ahaha ok ok so ini special case. harap maklum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;latest pic of me karaoke-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TMCEOU3H10I/AAAAAAAABpg/t6m1hV8boS8/s1600/66521_447803656580_537126580_5921631_2881418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 570px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TMCEOU3H10I/AAAAAAAABpg/t6m1hV8boS8/s400/66521_447803656580_537126580_5921631_2881418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530565724063913794" 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/2008207589505262754-1849324689357234350?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1849324689357234350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1849324689357234350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1849324689357234350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1849324689357234350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/10/undang-undang-berkaraoke.html' title='Undang-undang Berkaraoke'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TMCEOU3H10I/AAAAAAAABpg/t6m1hV8boS8/s72-c/66521_447803656580_537126580_5921631_2881418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4503687845207826518</id><published>2010-10-21T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:05:54.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveISaBITCH'/><title type='text'>Troubled Relationship</title><content type='html'>Have you watched Lagenda Budak Setan(LBS)? Don't worry I'm not here to make a boring review on this movie but I'd like to write about something that is very much related to this movie. It's okay if you haven't watched this movie, I'll make you watch a simpler version of what I'm trying to convey, or precisely, what I'm trying to make you see in this &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uelHwf8o7_U&amp;amp;ob=av3e"&gt;video clip&lt;/a&gt;. It's Love The Way You Lie by Eminem feat Rihanna. Proceed after you have watch either one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have you realize just yet the similarities that these two have? In LBS, Azmi was Ayu's psychotic ex-boyfriend who continued to stalk her and made her marry him unwillingly. He was portrayed as an alcoholic who beats his wife on regular basis and still claim that he loves her unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, in Eminem's video clip, the couple was seen beating each other, probably cursing into each other's face before they started to kiss and make out and yes, the same cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference in these two is that Ayu wanted to get away from Azmi after all that he did to her but in that video clip, beautiful Megan chose to stay in that troubled relationship though she did make few attempts to runaway from the troubled relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, is it really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not love, why do we see Azmi crying and mourning over Ayu's death by her grave at the end of the movie? And if it's not love, why does the beating-cursing-kissing-and-making-out cycle repeats itself in the video clip and the runaway attempt by Megan failed as the guy pulled her back into his arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this doesn't only happen in movies, it happens in real life and it is really love. But some people just don't know how to show their love the right way. And ask me, why would you wanna stay in a troubled relationship? What good does it do to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a troubled relationship lasts longer than a smooth normal relationship. Because after all the troubles you've gone through, after all the beating and cursing, you still decide to stay with each other and it is a proof that the love is really strong that even the endless beating and cursing can't separate the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually hold you together? It's actually quite tricky to produce this in words but all I can say is, it's the combination of mutual interests, mutual understanding, sharing of some (or a lot) crazy thoughts and experiences together, and that qualities required for you to be able to call someone as your partner-in-crime is what makes you two stick together through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not be beyond comfortable with someone who has all these mutual qualities with you? And as we know, comfort zone is a dangerous zone and at this point, you tend to lose respect, you tend to argue a lot but you'll laugh about it when you're done arguing. It's funny in the beginning but as time passes by, you'll get used to it and you'll be living a troubled relationship making that as your normal routine, just like the couple in that video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But troubled relationship doesn't necessarily means it lacks of love because by the time the relationship gets all troubled, you have already fallen so deeply in love with the other half and that your life has already been all about that person. And so no matter how much it hurts when he curses you, no matter how deep is the wound when he beats you, you'll find a way to forgive and forget and the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superficially, it looks stupid. On the eyes of the audience, any couples that continue to love each other in a troubled relationship looks terribly stupid and dumb and blind and foolish. But they say, you'll judge only because you don't know what it feels like to be in that kind of situation. And I'd say, yes it's true because if you really know what it feels like to get stucked in that pathetic situation, you won't wanna judge anyone else ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of LBS movie, Azmi was seen shedding tears by Ayu's grave and that really prove that Azmi's love for Ayu truly exist and he didn't make her marry him just to prove that the best man wins. Though love is all over him, he failed miserably when it comes to showing his love for Ayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the couple in a troubled distorted relationship has finally decided to go separate ways, it's usually harder to kill the love compared to normal smooth kind of relationship because obviously, the love between the two persons is tested far more greater in the troubled relationship as compared to the normal relationship. And hence the hard time that they have to face in moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true enough, once you lose respect, you'll slowly lose everything. In the end, a relationship needs more than just love as the ingredients for a functioning relationship. No matter how much you love the other person, if you fail to show it the right way, you lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4503687845207826518?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4503687845207826518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4503687845207826518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4503687845207826518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4503687845207826518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/10/troubled-relationship_21.html' title='Troubled Relationship'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1212920321499039923</id><published>2010-10-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:05:55.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveISaBITCH'/><title type='text'>To Go Dutch or Not When Dating?</title><content type='html'>'Going dutch' simply means each person pays for his/her own expenses during a social outing, dating or whatever. For example, if you're going on a date with a girl, you practically split the bill into two and make the two of you pay for the bill equally, or according to what you've ordered. That's what it means by going dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing, do you go dutch or not when dating? It's an awkward topic to be discussed but trust me, it is beyond awkward when you're facing this kind of situation when a party opt for going dutch and another don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am that girl who has a traditional belief that a guy should pay for everything when going out for a date with a girl so I don't have to worry a bit about the amount of the bill, about the movie tickets, about the fuel, about everything. It sucks to think about money all the time when you should be concentrating on the date itself. Fortunate for you guys, I'm not one of those girls who turns a blind eye when it comes to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice (for us girls) for a guy to pay for our meal, for the tickets and everything. But as for me, I don't really feel comfortable to let a guy bear all the cost of the date. And I'm sure, despite of the cultural way of thinking that a guy should always pay when going on a date, a guy too, if not much, may be a little uncomfortable if he has to pay for everything every time. Especially if that guy is still studying and has no source of stable income just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the solution? To split the bill into two every time you go on a date? Honestly, though that's the fairest way of all, I don't find it brilliant. I think it's annoying, and erm, stingy too. If you're not in an intimate relationship then it's fine to split the bill into two every time you go out together. But when you're bringing your steady girlfriend out for a date, and you choose to split the bill into two every time, like, EVERY TIME, then there's something wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I believe that a guy should pay everything, but to actually calculate how much you have to pay, and how much I have to pay, that's just not the right way of dealing it especially with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go this way ; the boyfriend pays for the dinner, I'll pay for the movie tickets and the next time we go out, I'll pay for the dinner and he'll pay for the movie tickets. That way, though one person might have had spend extra seringgit or two, or maybe sepuluh ringgit, but hello, you're with the love of your love and you don't make a big deal out of sepuluh ringgit extra issue. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you? Do you prefer to go dutch or not to go dutch when going on a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : But once you're a husband, then it's a whole different thing ;p kalau dah jadi laki pun nak berkira, susah la brader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1212920321499039923?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1212920321499039923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1212920321499039923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1212920321499039923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1212920321499039923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-go-dutch-or-not-when-dating.html' title='To Go Dutch or Not When Dating?'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-6765609039021627595</id><published>2010-10-05T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:06:13.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveISaBITCH'/><title type='text'>LELAKI, why so insensitive?!</title><content type='html'>when a girl tells you she's okay,&lt;br /&gt;and that she's fine,&lt;br /&gt;please lah listen to her tone,&lt;br /&gt;and look at her facial expression,&lt;br /&gt;she's definitely not okay if her tone is somewhat monotonous,&lt;br /&gt;and her voice is low,&lt;br /&gt;she's definitely not okay if she doesn't smile,&lt;br /&gt;and durrhhh a boyfriend is someone who can tell if the smile is fake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're sensitive enough,&lt;br /&gt;hug her right away,&lt;br /&gt;or hold her hand,&lt;br /&gt;or whatever it isss,&lt;br /&gt;and say, i know you're not! (u know she's not okay lah, pls jgn blur sangat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh bole tak lelaki2 sekalian,&lt;br /&gt;stop being insensitive at least to your girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;or your fiance,&lt;br /&gt;or wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this thing yang u guys panggil 'benda kecik',&lt;br /&gt;can really lead to us rasa 'tawar hati',&lt;br /&gt;and it can definitely lead to break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being insensitive,&lt;br /&gt;unless you really want a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, we girls are serious about this!&lt;br /&gt;GIRLSSSS, WE'RE SERIOUS, KAN??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6765609039021627595?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6765609039021627595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6765609039021627595' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6765609039021627595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6765609039021627595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/10/lelaki-why-so-insensitive.html' title='LELAKI, why so insensitive?!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-930198040285732189</id><published>2010-09-30T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:06:53.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELogue'/><title type='text'>Incredible India part IV</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows I hate India to death! Seriously, it's not a place to be. Nobody wants to live in this country. But this time around, let's forget all the hatred I have for this country. This is about humanity. This is about the less fortunate people living in this poor country. This is about survival. This is about India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be seeing wonderful pictures depicting real life in India. Pictures that speak a thousand words. Oh yeah, Malaysians are becoming so fond of photography lately. Funny thing is, they are soooo fond of shooting female faces (and bods) to the extend of main sebat je model mana pun janji kau perempuan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big LOL indeed. I've been stalking some Malaysian photogs pages with their model sebat, I adore the skill, but the models? -___-" Becoming a model isn't really that hard nowadays LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg for Malaysian photographers to wake up and take photos that screams humanity, emotions, life, corruption and love. Pretty faces can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh, okayyy. Nobody wants to read my craps. This is India, no words, just pictures ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greedy man. lazy but demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjrU57raI/AAAAAAAABpI/6rkwm0nopco/s1600/44573_417166565735_527605735_5136014_7371776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjrU57raI/AAAAAAAABpI/6rkwm0nopco/s400/44573_417166565735_527605735_5136014_7371776_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522789376548646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sympathy behind syndicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjrg0GljI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Clw1PbdKbng/s1600/58694_423791270735_527605735_5284156_6278227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjrg0GljI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Clw1PbdKbng/s400/58694_423791270735_527605735_5284156_6278227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522789379745420850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beg for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjSSwaCrI/AAAAAAAABpA/sFlBCzti_Ss/s1600/44573_417166560735_527605735_5136013_3385503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjSSwaCrI/AAAAAAAABpA/sFlBCzti_Ss/s400/44573_417166560735_527605735_5136013_3385503_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788946475092658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i used to be a manager, but look at me now.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjR4p7dPI/AAAAAAAABo4/tnm1OrQJ7fU/s1600/44402_417167575735_527605735_5136047_7072170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjR4p7dPI/AAAAAAAABo4/tnm1OrQJ7fU/s400/44402_417167575735_527605735_5136047_7072170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788939468600562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if only they had been there, they'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjRdwjjuI/AAAAAAAABow/HA9ULewoaBI/s1600/47207_420202025735_527605735_5208346_5687145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjRdwjjuI/AAAAAAAABow/HA9ULewoaBI/s400/47207_420202025735_527605735_5208346_5687145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788932248637154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man with laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTi0CLTn1I/AAAAAAAABoo/czduY1VUt2I/s1600/44402_417167590735_527605735_5136050_3195877_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTi0CLTn1I/AAAAAAAABoo/czduY1VUt2I/s400/44402_417167590735_527605735_5136050_3195877_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788426628439890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTizqWDSUI/AAAAAAAABog/9DmxkYuTEtg/s1600/61646_426208290735_527605735_5333389_6945066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTizqWDSUI/AAAAAAAABog/9DmxkYuTEtg/s400/61646_426208290735_527605735_5333389_6945066_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788420231055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad angry woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTizGbWOOI/AAAAAAAABoY/gKmz17CAvKM/s1600/46740_419461050735_527605735_5190947_996095_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTizGbWOOI/AAAAAAAABoY/gKmz17CAvKM/s400/46740_419461050735_527605735_5190947_996095_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788410589591778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"we're muslim and we're proud of it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTiy_P7bKI/AAAAAAAABoQ/MDpxfJ2_JII/s1600/59282_419461800735_527605735_5190969_2414087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTiy_P7bKI/AAAAAAAABoQ/MDpxfJ2_JII/s400/59282_419461800735_527605735_5190969_2414087_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522788408662650018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't just look at the pictures, instead, try to comprehend the pictures. The photos really speak a thousand words. And they're all taken here in India, Incredible India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : These brilliant photos and captions are courtesy of Fairuz Shah who's willing to share his work here in my blog. Thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Incredible India part I &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2009/01/incredible-india.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Incredible India part II &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2009/01/incredible-india-ii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Incredible India part III &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/incredible-india-part-iii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-930198040285732189?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/930198040285732189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=930198040285732189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/930198040285732189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/930198040285732189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/incredible-india-part-iv.html' title='Incredible India part IV'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TKTjrU57raI/AAAAAAAABpI/6rkwm0nopco/s72-c/44573_417166565735_527605735_5136014_7371776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-6102746235506630627</id><published>2010-09-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:14:29.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secrets</title><content type='html'>No matter how busy we are, we'll still have time to judge other people and no matter how wrong we are, we'll still think we have the right to judge other people. I think it's normal to judge because we all do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one thing I think is wrong about judging is to judge our own best friends. Because most of the time, best friends know more about you than your boyfriend does. Well at least that's true enough for me. I sure share a lot of things with my boyfriend, but with best friends, there's just no limit to what I wanna share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's really an angel at heart. But being an angel with filthy soul is not something you wanna be proud of. You don't share your dirty little secrets with the public, you share it only with your best friends, because you trust them, because best friends don't judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world has been acting like they're the judges and that's already depressing enough. The least thing you could do is not to add up some more to the one you call best friend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6102746235506630627?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6102746235506630627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6102746235506630627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6102746235506630627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6102746235506630627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/dirty-little-secrets.html' title='Dirty Little Secrets'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3088862757173848641</id><published>2010-09-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:06:53.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loveISaBITCH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELogue'/><title type='text'>we girls have amnesia :D</title><content type='html'>we girls are very forgetful, &lt;br /&gt;we forget things all the time, &lt;br /&gt;we forget about almost anything and everything, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again,&lt;br /&gt;of how much you love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again,&lt;br /&gt;of how much you adore us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again, &lt;br /&gt;of how much you miss us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again,&lt;br /&gt;of how much you need us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again,&lt;br /&gt;of how important we are in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again, &lt;br /&gt;of the reasons why you love us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to be reminded again and again, &lt;br /&gt;that life sucks without us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because if you don't do that, &lt;br /&gt;we'll forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we girls suffer from amnesia,&lt;br /&gt;so deal with it, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:D'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3675952238547096238</id><published>2010-09-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T05:31:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's this girl, the one and only wonder of this world :)</title><content type='html'>,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kw6q7caZkZ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kw6q7caZkZ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't get enough of this song!!&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics is just..awesome!&lt;br /&gt;senyum sampai esok :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3675952238547096238?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3675952238547096238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3675952238547096238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3675952238547096238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dekat India diperkotak-katikkan. It was just like a joke. But Indian jokes are not funny, Indian jokes adalah jenaka paling brengset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday morning (well, afternoon) to an sms from a friend, she wrote something like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ira, exam commed esok postpone rabu depan sebab india ade strike"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam tak cayeee, tapi bila bukak facebook, semua orang pun buat status happy2 sebab the admin postpone our exam to the next Wednesday. Wah, time tu rasa senangnya dalam hatiiiii. Confirm la tu memang exam postpone. Bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, commed is community medicine and this exam is no joke. This is our 2nd internal assessment which means our marks carry a portion till our final exam so it is clearly a serious exam. I mean, bukan la stok exam yang kau boleh buat perangai malas nak ambik sebab bukan effect carry marks or anything pun. Nah, ini exam memang bermakna buat final kami-kami sekalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since mereka telah men-postpone-kan examku kepada Rabu depan, maka adalah kerugian yang maha besar kalau tak menggunakan masa yang ada untuk pergi tukar duit ringgit and beli saree yang orang kirim. Kalau tak, kena tunggu sampai 1 day before my departure time to Malaysia barulah I will have the time to do all those things. But thank god, exam got postponed. Thanks to the upcoming strike. Suka suka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went out. Struggle cari saree orang. Business beb. Lepas tu struggle bargain for the cheapest rate to change my rupees to ringgit. Done. It was around 6pm, tengah order iced tea and blueberry cheese cake when an sms came in ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ira, ko tau tak esok exam jadi balik sebab india tak jadi strike esok, diorang nak strike hari rabu kot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah 6pm, baru order makanan, from that place to my house ade la dalam 30-40 mins, sampai rumah kau ingat aku boleh terus terkam buku ke? Penat lagi, pening bau asap auto lagi, nak mandi lagi. Brengset. Ingat peperiksaan Bahasa Melayu ke boleh taram buat esei "Bapakku kawin lagi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In community medicine, you have to memorize facts and to memorize facts you need to have clear mind and how do I have clear mind knowing that I can only start studying the most pon at 9pm (lepas dah tolak mandi, rehat express, tido express) and I have 3 really big chapters to cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, pernah terjadi ke dalam sejarah hidup orang lain di mana exam telah ditunda dengan confidentnya tapi last minute nanti dia kata exam tak jadi tunda. I don't think so. This can only happen in India, coz in India, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they call it Incredible India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : well I hope that makes us all incredible medical students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you missed Incredible India part I and part II, you can click &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2009/01/incredible-india.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2009/01/incredible-india-ii.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-8521047134985083510?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/8521047134985083510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=8521047134985083510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8521047134985083510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8521047134985083510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/incredible-india-part-iii.html' title='Incredible India Part III'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3788386706522887616</id><published>2010-09-20T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:02:28.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Birthday Party!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. Been busy ;p no, not studying. Haha. I have sooooo much things pending in my head to be written in this blog but I've been busy doing other things and bila tak busy, the internet connection was being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna write much in this post. Just an update about Sheila's birthday party. It was a hawaiian-themed birthday party at her house. And yes, it was a surprise. I had to put up and act to actually surprise her. And it went well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducingggg, the birthday girl and me (okay gambar sendiri harus la ada di mana2 sahaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJktFSJ2lhI/AAAAAAAABoI/vSs2RJh2OBc/s1600/DSC07896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJktFSJ2lhI/AAAAAAAABoI/vSs2RJh2OBc/s400/DSC07896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519492387115013650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are the party managers. Mary and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJktEZFhgQI/AAAAAAAABoA/_UC31B2x2vs/s1600/DSC07894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJktEZFhgQI/AAAAAAAABoA/_UC31B2x2vs/s400/DSC07894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519492371796033794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we didn't wanna cook because everyone pun dah penat masak untuk raya open house hari tu so we decided to just order some pizzas, and goreng nuggets. That's all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And berkugiran with Maryyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkpZ42C7tI/AAAAAAAABn4/LeR2fP4V1Dk/s1600/DSC07878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkpZ42C7tI/AAAAAAAABn4/LeR2fP4V1Dk/s400/DSC07878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519488343051792082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And berposing-an with birthday girl. Ohhh, yes, saya lah orang yang struggle cari buah kelapa itu. Habis hawaiian aaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkdXXyTMhI/AAAAAAAABnw/KwNOFJiC7o8/s1600/DSC07785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkdXXyTMhI/AAAAAAAABnw/KwNOFJiC7o8/s400/DSC07785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519475105678438930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the backdropppp, all thanks to Ninot, Denin, Am and Husna. I tolong buat 'ALOHA' ;p ok la tu kan, party manager busy buat benda lain ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkdW6BF8UI/AAAAAAAABno/Keemn_W6c8k/s1600/DSC07781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkdW6BF8UI/AAAAAAAABno/Keemn_W6c8k/s400/DSC07781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519475097687421250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there were games tooo ; limbo, twister and hula hoop. And ada aktiviti superstitious di mana kami telah mempredict umur kitorang kawin and bilangan anak menggunakan rantai emas saye sendiri. Aktiviti ini telah dikelolakan oleh tok bomoh Denin dan tok bomoh Nadia. Bomoh sesat dekat party hawaiii weiii. But don't worry, it was just for the lol. Nobody believes in it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkdWcUE-tI/AAAAAAAABng/oPh3pUMi6fw/s1600/59406_1647328662987_1230031511_2662335_8206796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJkdWcUE-tI/AAAAAAAABng/oPh3pUMi6fw/s400/59406_1647328662987_1230031511_2662335_8206796_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519475089713986258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJfLvefWxMI/AAAAAAAABnY/PXc8VlpZdpo/s1600/58765_1647329983020_1230031511_2662347_7224387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJfLvefWxMI/AAAAAAAABnY/PXc8VlpZdpo/s400/58765_1647329983020_1230031511_2662347_7224387_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519103884864701634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJfE2Xz0hvI/AAAAAAAABnI/E1ibE8dB68A/s1600/DSC07749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJfE2Xz0hvI/AAAAAAAABnI/E1ibE8dB68A/s400/DSC07749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519096306749179634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lastly, I gotta take some time off from the internet because I have big exam coming up in 2 days time. But it doesn't feel 'big' at all. All I know is I can't wait for Malaysia!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3788386706522887616?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3788386706522887616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3788386706522887616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3788386706522887616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3788386706522887616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/hawaiian-birthday-party.html' title='Hawaiian Birthday Party!!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TJktFSJ2lhI/AAAAAAAABoI/vSs2RJh2OBc/s72-c/DSC07896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-7937383077657024498</id><published>2010-09-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:06:53.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELogue'/><title type='text'>Aidilfitri in Bangalore, India :)</title><content type='html'>Raya falls on Saturday, sehari lambat daripada Malaysia. It's always like that. Orang kat Malaysia dah sebok2 raya we in India still kena puasa lagi sehari. So btw, after the pre-raya celebration at Mcna's, me and some girls balik kampung. Kampung konon-konon je. Kitorang sleepover rumah Husna malam raya tu. Kiranya Husna jadi nenek and we all jadi cucu2 la. I siap bawak baju raya terus k sebab nak bersiap kat sane je. Baru meriah sket kan ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan kegagalan mencari bunga api, maka malam raya kitorang disajikan dengan cerita hindustan. Dahla raya dekat India, malam raya pun tengok cerita India. Tapi korang jangan sceptical dengan cerita hindustan k. Cerita hindustan sekarang bukan jenis guling2 bukit macam dulu, now most cerita hindustan adalah berkisar tentang humanity, race and religion discrimination, so on and so forth. So, hate to admit but yeah, bollywood is much better than malaywood. Ehhhhh apesal aku lari topic???! I am supposed to talk about my raya in Bangalore, sekali terpromote cerita hindustan plakkkss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK maka kitorang tidur beramai2 depan TV. Dengan segala miraclenya, kitorang semua bangun at 6 am okayyy. Melantak nasik himpit dengan rendang lepas tu semua bantai tido balik. Golongan mulia bangun la around 7 ke 8 camtu kot, pergi sembahyang raya, golongan hampas membuta sampai pukul 11 pagi. Punah impianku untuk merasa suasana pagi raya bermaaf-maafan sesama rakan taulan dan bergambar ala2 keluarga bahagia. Penat je tau lantik Husna jadi nenek, Fatin jadi atuk, kitorang cucu2, last2 cucu2 kene tinggal terbongkang kat rumah tatkala atuk nenek pergi menunaikan sembahyang raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gambar di pagi raya memang haram takde. Gambar di tengahari raya ade lah. This is the pic tatkala baru melangkah keluar rumah, make up pun still tebal di muka muka kami lol. Tunggu sat lagiii, caiq semua make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5yX9yYKLI/AAAAAAAABm4/A-S1074eNy0/s1600/60434_1573620975434_1082824788_1706660_2678506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5yX9yYKLI/AAAAAAAABm4/A-S1074eNy0/s400/60434_1573620975434_1082824788_1706660_2678506_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516472349623855282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Sanjay Nagar, ada open house my batch. The food was soooooo much my stomach can't handle it. Semua ada ok? Nasik himpit, rendang, kuah kacang, laksa, mee kari, nasik ayam, lontong yada yada. Tapi sedap sedap! Ni gambar2 di sekitar rumah Tikah and Mimi at Sanjay Nagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5yYdE8CXI/AAAAAAAABnA/d-jMPD0QW_g/s1600/59483_433614229124_757314124_5068305_2477222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5yYdE8CXI/AAAAAAAABnA/d-jMPD0QW_g/s400/59483_433614229124_757314124_5068305_2477222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516472358023203186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5xni7jRCI/AAAAAAAABmw/GWeCKIilFb0/s1600/59965_1642676266319_1219205529_31866170_8150430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5xni7jRCI/AAAAAAAABmw/GWeCKIilFb0/s400/59965_1642676266319_1219205529_31866170_8150430_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516471517780853794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5xm-dpTnI/AAAAAAAABmo/n97_oRgzFzo/s1600/59483_433614234124_757314124_5068306_7257325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5xm-dpTnI/AAAAAAAABmo/n97_oRgzFzo/s400/59483_433614234124_757314124_5068306_7257325_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516471507991744114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5xmaBfkrI/AAAAAAAABmg/meAIgAXQ_wE/s1600/59910_433612494124_757314124_5068246_2608100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5xmaBfkrI/AAAAAAAABmg/meAIgAXQ_wE/s400/59910_433612494124_757314124_5068246_2608100_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516471498209989298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, pulang ke Gokula, ada lagi satu open house budak my batch jugak. Time ni dah tak larat menyumbat makanan heavy. Makan kuih muih sajes. Perut haruslah di jaga. Kalau dah tak boleh stretch, usah di paksa kerana ia mengakibatkan kebuncitan yang hodoh. Well, ni dekat rumah Shasha, Tikah Hamdan and Baya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5w4VaLGkI/AAAAAAAABmQ/_PVSooNGPh4/s1600/46956_1573622655476_1082824788_1706672_3508442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5w4VaLGkI/AAAAAAAABmQ/_PVSooNGPh4/s400/46956_1573622655476_1082824788_1706672_3508442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516470706697345602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5w38nmSxI/AAAAAAAABmI/ASfEL7Xd2g4/s1600/60489_1573622215465_1082824788_1706670_5656982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5w38nmSxI/AAAAAAAABmI/ASfEL7Xd2g4/s400/60489_1573622215465_1082824788_1706670_5656982_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516470700042767122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lepas dah kenyang semuaaaa, baru teringatttt "eh koranggg, kite tak tangkap lagi gmbar untuk salam perantauan next year!!" Padahal time ni memang dah tak sesuai langsung nak shoot gambar sebab memasing muka dah kekenyangan lagi kepenatan. Tapi layan kan je. Padahal aku rasa next year we'll be celebrating raya in Malaysia. Rasenye lahhh! Ni lah konon-konon gmbar salam perantauan next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5w3UFBECI/AAAAAAAABmA/ckNnX92dItg/s1600/59315_1573636055811_1082824788_1706699_3465153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5w3UFBECI/AAAAAAAABmA/ckNnX92dItg/s400/59315_1573636055811_1082824788_1706699_3465153_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516470689160302626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK OK then by evening, balik rumah terus terbongkang till malam. Malam tu I kena pergi rumah Ninot nak buat chocolate cake sebab esoknya kitorang punye open house pulakkk. Ninot prepared the ingredients while I did the mixing. Mengantuk amat k mmg nak tertidur2 time mixing tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I mentioned, the next day bersamaan 2nd day raya, was our open house pulak. It was held at Nadia's place. Erm nothing much I guess. So just enjoy the pictures lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5wUrxDGUI/AAAAAAAABl4/vZyCtoBGvEM/s1600/61875_1573664176514_1082824788_1706749_4361234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5wUrxDGUI/AAAAAAAABl4/vZyCtoBGvEM/s400/61875_1573664176514_1082824788_1706749_4361234_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516470094223579458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vvCtsC1I/AAAAAAAABlw/afH579Zycd0/s1600/61160_1516588169110_1666659358_1275650_383963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vvCtsC1I/AAAAAAAABlw/afH579Zycd0/s400/61160_1516588169110_1666659358_1275650_383963_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516469447548472146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vuRKXZBI/AAAAAAAABlo/d071eqhwt_E/s1600/58888_1516583648997_1666659358_1275601_8041829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vuRKXZBI/AAAAAAAABlo/d071eqhwt_E/s400/58888_1516583648997_1666659358_1275601_8041829_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516469434246980626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vNBKR3EI/AAAAAAAABlg/TwOzKLNnhxU/s1600/58488_1516573288738_1666659358_1275542_5394735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vNBKR3EI/AAAAAAAABlg/TwOzKLNnhxU/s400/58488_1516573288738_1666659358_1275542_5394735_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516468863015967810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vMoaEyBI/AAAAAAAABlY/6Ba5yWVsIm0/s1600/47765_1573664056511_1082824788_1706748_428756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vMoaEyBI/AAAAAAAABlY/6Ba5yWVsIm0/s400/47765_1573664056511_1082824788_1706748_428756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516468856371333138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vL3CDWBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/j3tyG9T0_gM/s1600/47135_1573658016360_1082824788_1706729_3790612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vL3CDWBI/AAAAAAAABlQ/j3tyG9T0_gM/s400/47135_1573658016360_1082824788_1706729_3790612_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516468843117238290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vLW2Er9I/AAAAAAAABlI/Ox9olXCr9vg/s1600/61036_1516589089133_1666659358_1275658_3870962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5vLW2Er9I/AAAAAAAABlI/Ox9olXCr9vg/s400/61036_1516589089133_1666659358_1275658_3870962_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516468834477060050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after this open house, maka tamat sudah sambutan Aidilfitri di Bangalore. Sebab the 3rd day raya sudah ada class and clinical posting. Kami selaku warga berjiwa kental pun datang la ke kelas untuk menuntut ilmu. Cewah. Mulia gila ayat. Maka rugilah mereka-mereka yang masih di Malaysia menyambut raya, nampaknya ilmu yang kami pelajari hari ni agak melimpah ruah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of raya is, you get to be together :) I suka la leh lepak2 with everyone from my batch. It wud be sooooo much nicer if dapat celebrate raya together with the seniors and juniors jugak. It's always good to get out of your own little world sometimes , kan? Let's hope for a better raya celebration next year! Much love, tataaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-7937383077657024498?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/7937383077657024498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=7937383077657024498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/7937383077657024498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/7937383077657024498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/aidilfitri-in-bangalore-india.html' title='Aidilfitri in Bangalore, India :)'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI5yX9yYKLI/AAAAAAAABm4/A-S1074eNy0/s72-c/60434_1573620975434_1082824788_1706660_2678506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5076742166027882212</id><published>2010-09-13T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:06:53.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELogue'/><title type='text'>Pre-raya Celebration in Bangalore</title><content type='html'>Guess everyone is still in raya mood kan, unfortunately we have started our classes today, on 3rd day of raya. Heee. Ku tabahkan jiwa dan raga jugak pergi ke kelas hari ni. Cewah, padahal tak rase pe mende pun, pegi je la dey. Apa ada hal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So btw, demi menceriakan blogku yang kusam dan masam, I'll be uploading raya pics yang tak seberapa ni. Gambar adalah hasil usaha sama dengan Blackberry Am. I didn't bring my camera sebab cameraku sudah pun berusia 3 tahun, paham2 je la, 7 mega pixel jer, segan deyyy, camera orang lain mantap2 gitu. So let's start off with the pre-raya celebration here in Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4h5qokyGI/AAAAAAAABk4/5udLU0pzctk/s1600/60377_437321369795_599799795_4962045_6810385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4h5qokyGI/AAAAAAAABk4/5udLU0pzctk/s400/60377_437321369795_599799795_4962045_6810385_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516383868156168290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay la, seriously, nothing much pun. Hehe. The plan was to break the fast at Mcna's house but semua pun cam kalut sket tak siap masak lagi so cam around 7.30pm la kot baru leh makan dengan riang gembira. Before 7.30pm tu memasing cuit sikit kek la, cuit kuih la ape lah. Lapar kottt. Kata puasaaa! Oh ohhh, satu tragedi menyayat hati juga took place at Mcna's house di mana telah berlaku kebakaran sebab somebody tuang petrol (eh?) masa nak start the fire utk bakar satay. Ok time korang cerita ni aku dah mamai2 so kalau tersilap info do correct me ;p Tapi, Mimi telah bertindak sepantas kilat dengan melenyapkan kebakaran tersebut dengan melemparkan her blanket. Maka, problem solved. Tapi bak kata Aina, beliau sudah cuak gila takut nanti keluar berita '9 orang pelajar jurusan perubatan di Bangalore rentung dalam kejadian kebakaran menghidupkan api satay'. Rentung ok lagi kot Aina? Haha. So, get the idea? Mane tak kalut kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4iOc2HkcI/AAAAAAAABlA/rJBaHUIsalU/s1600/47747_437321884795_599799795_4962061_131510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4iOc2HkcI/AAAAAAAABlA/rJBaHUIsalU/s400/47747_437321884795_599799795_4962061_131510_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516384225232130498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as you can see, it was an all-girls gathering. Hehe. The guys pun ada pot luck jugak time ni. I prepared sambal ikan bilis untuk dimakan along with lontong ;p Ada banyak gak makanan lain, rendang, kuah kacang, nasik himpit, nasik hujan panas, ayam percik, acar, satay, banyak laaa! Sampai tak termakan semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4h5TspczI/AAAAAAAABkw/z__GURDugIc/s1600/59368_437320764795_599799795_4962016_4256456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4h5TspczI/AAAAAAAABkw/z__GURDugIc/s400/59368_437320764795_599799795_4962016_4256456_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516383861999235890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time ni dah pasang lagu2 raya. Siap ngan lampu lip lap lip lap. Ada gantung2 ketupat jugak. Kasi rasa sket suasana hari raya. Well, at least terubat la rasa sedih tak balik raya tu kan. Kental ok. Fatin prepared a raya video, saje mau kasi feeling2. Hehe. Lepas tu, kami berkaraoke lagu raya, tapi pakai youtube je -__-" and penyanyi utama tak lain tak bukan adalah pencapub nombor 1 Bangalore, Baz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4glhXvtlI/AAAAAAAABko/_Ra58DY5GMY/s1600/61143_437626476483_614971483_4969269_3492751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4glhXvtlI/AAAAAAAABko/_Ra58DY5GMY/s400/61143_437626476483_614971483_4969269_3492751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516382422560650834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ohhhh, kalau anyone of you rasa cam kenal je baju yang I pakai tu, yesss, tu baju raya 2 tahun lepas harap maklum. Material adalah kain silk saree with stones. Exclusive youuu, kalau nak order saree, let me know coz I'm going back dis October. Jangan lepaskan peluang anda. Eh ehhh. Sorry ter-iklan saree plak. Ni susah kalau business-minded sangat. Tapi jangan lupe k calling2 kalau nak saree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4glQTFMPI/AAAAAAAABkg/vZgg-O1pbNQ/s1600/59944_1615632269476_1196401401_1749216_3102219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4glQTFMPI/AAAAAAAABkg/vZgg-O1pbNQ/s400/59944_1615632269476_1196401401_1749216_3102219_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516382417977684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time ni rasa thankful sangat that we actually have each other di perantauan. Yelah, bayangkan u have to celebrate raya alone? Tak ke sadis? To tell you the truth, celebrating raya abroad is not all that bad, as long as you have your friends with you :) It was, well, I can say, a wonderful experience. Compared to raya celebration masa I was in my first year, this year's celebration is so so so so so so much betterrrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4gk4m1H8I/AAAAAAAABkY/MlvUG9SZ6Mg/s1600/61851_437626031483_614971483_4969263_5238134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4gk4m1H8I/AAAAAAAABkY/MlvUG9SZ6Mg/s400/61851_437626031483_614971483_4969263_5238134_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516382411618066370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sekian dulu saya melaporkan perkembangan hari raya di Bangalore. Khas buat rakan-rakan yang struggle pulang ke Malaysia untuk menyambut raya terutama sekali buat Denin classmateku yang belot pulang raya di Malaysia dengan ucapan, jangan bawak balik budu je deh, kuih raya dan kerepek2 raya jgn lupe deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5076742166027882212?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5076742166027882212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5076742166027882212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5076742166027882212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5076742166027882212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/pre-raya-celebration-in-bangalore.html' title='Pre-raya Celebration in Bangalore'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TI4h5qokyGI/AAAAAAAABk4/5udLU0pzctk/s72-c/60377_437321369795_599799795_4962045_6810385_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5676858593433136871</id><published>2010-09-09T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T23:26:30.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India tak raya lagi k -__-"</title><content type='html'>Eeeee kalau ikut hati rasa tanak wish raya tau. Kitorang kat India belum raya lagi, esok hari Sabtu baru raye, tengah puasa lagi k ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, I'm being rational, not driven by emotion so here goes ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI TO ALL OF YOUUU DEAR READERS AND FOLLOWERS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : untuk ucapan sila refer Utusan Malaysia 20th August 2010. Haha struggle, just scroll down and u'll see ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's 11am and I just woke up. Tidur lambat malam tadi. And seriously, I'm expecting some calls from Malaysia to wake me up this morning, to wish me raya la kasi feeling2 sket though India has yet to celebrate Aidilfitri, and sad to say, I received none. NONE. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even from abah, not from mummy, not from the sisters and not even from boyfriend. NONE of 'em remember me on pagi raya and I am soooo..terasa. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to convince myself that diorang busy sangat2 or takde credit or busy sangat2 or takde credit or busy sangat2 or tkde credit or busy sangat2 or memang lupe kat I or tkde credit or busy sangat2 or dah tak sayang I or tkde credit or memang tak nak wish I raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK tak lawak. I'm being a sick emo child/girlfriend this morning but I think it's acceptable. Tak ke? Tak ke? Tak ke weiii? If you're reading this and you have a sister or brother or mother or father or girlfriend or boyfriend or ex-boyfriend(eh tak) or whoever celebrating raya outside Malaysia, CALL EM RIGHT AWAY AND WISH EM SELAMAT HARI RAYA MAAF ZAHIR BATIN and tell em the raya is not as meaningful without em before they burst into tears (like me) boooooo. It doesn't matter la diorang raya esok ke lusa ke tulat ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la. Nak sambung merajuk. Bawak diri sket. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK, saya macho. Tak jadi merajuk. Tak heran laaaa weiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Bye nak gi salon. Blueks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5676858593433136871?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5676858593433136871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5676858593433136871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5676858593433136871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5676858593433136871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/india-tak-raya-lagi-k.html' title='India tak raya lagi k -__-&quot;'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-6028719705813799756</id><published>2010-09-04T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T03:30:25.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experienceMAKESaPERSON'/><title type='text'>Sahur di Rumah vs Sahur di Perantauan</title><content type='html'>This is my fourth Ramadhan in Bangalore, India termasuk first time puasa time aku baru fly dulu2. Ceh, ayat nak 'dulu2..', habis nostalgic la tu kan. Pejam celik pejam celik, tak lame lagi nak masuk 4th year dah aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni jenis manusia yang memang malas nak bangun sahur. Kalau takde makanan sedap, tak payah kejut aku bangun sahur, malas! Time dekat boarding school and KMS dulu pun, aku memang tak layan sangat bersahur-sahur ni. Aku akan try bangun sahur sekali, and bile dapat tau makanan dewan makan menghampakan lagi mengecewakan, terus aku tak bangun2 sahur dah. Same macam dekat India ni, bulan puasa kali ni aku pernah bangun sahur sekali ni. Pastu ade la 2-3 kali terjaga time sahur, rembat la kurma barang sebijik dua. Nasib la aku jenis manusia yang tahan je puasa walaupun tak sahur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiiii, kalau dekat rumah, aku sukeeeeeeee sangat sahurrrr! Selalunye kitorang tak beli or masak makanan lain pun untuk sahur. Selalunye leftover time berbuka tu la dijadikan sahur. Kenape saye suke sahur dekat rumah? Sebabbbb, mak masak sedap! Selalunye orang tak lalu nak makan berat2 time sahur kannn, tapiiii, aku boleh tambah 2-3 pinggan time sahur kat rumah wahahaha. Adalah kerugian yang maha besar kalau tak sahur kat rumah sebab kalau tak makan time sahur, nanti adik2 aku yang tak puase (dulu la, sekarang memasing dah besar panjang, pehal nk buat gedik tanak puase plak?!) akan habiskan makanan sedap masakan mak aku di siang hari. Maka untuk mengelakkan kejadian sebegitu rupe, aku sanggup bangun sahur and makan sampai lebam time sahur. Padan muke dorang takde makanan siang-siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, aku suke sahur dekat rumah sebab time sahur ni je la aku nak merasa layanan istimewa mak aku. Wahahahahaha. Selalunye my dad yang rajin nk mengejut kitorang sahur. Susah woo kejut kitorang sahur. Memasing liat (kecuali aku) Sementare nak tunggu dorang bangun tu, kau terpaksa tahan telinga dengar bunyi-bunyi aneh (aka rengekan malas bangun dorang ni) lepas tu siap ngan aksi-aksi menggeliat lagi. Haa, bagitau, bapak mane rajin nak tunggu anak bangun sahur smpai berjam-jam? (OK exaggerate je berjam-jam tu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, walaupun aku slalu bangun sahur, tapi aku jarang gile tolong mak aku sediakan makanan semua. Panaskan lauk, hidang lauk, buat air. Haram. Ya rabbi anak dara jenis ape tah ni. Yelah, dari katil aku nak pergi ke meja makan kat bawah pun mata aku bukak sipi2 je. Nanti dah smpai kat meja makan, kalau makanan tak siap hidang lagi, aku sambung lentok atas meja makan sampai la mak aku tanye "Kakak nak air ape?" Haaaa, layanan istimewa k! Kau ingat time lain mak aku nak offer ke buat air untuk aku? Time sahur je la nak merasa dimanjakan macam budak kecik wahahaha. Lagi satu time aku baru landing kat Malaysia, sampai2 rumah pun dapat layanan istimewa hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sahur sampai lebam. Kalau my mom tak bangun sahur, my dad will take over the job. He will heat up the lauk and all, hidang semua, buat air lagi kalau dia rajin. Have I told you that my dad is a good cook? He really is :) Selalunye kalau makanan tu tak kene ngan tekak aku pun, contohnye ikan masin ngan nasik putih for sahur tonite, aku selalunye bangun sahur jugak nak teman my parents. Erm okay, tetibe rasa syahdu plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekat sini, bangun sahur takde sape nak layan aku. Orang kejut pun nak tak nak. LOL padahal my housemates sume dah masak with my perangai yang memang malas nak bangun sahur sebab tu diorang pun tak beria kejut aku. Kat sini nak bangun sahur kau kena set jam sendiri, panaskan lauk sendiri, kalau nasib tak baik kau kena sahur sorang2 dengan TV, toksah mimpi nak minum air fancy2 sebab takde siapa kuasa nak offer buatkan air sedap untuk kau so kau teguk je la air masak dari botol 2 litres tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna ask, kenapa tak balik je rumah time bulan puasa ni haaa? Hahaha serious tak tau wehhh! Kenapa tak balik raya pun tak tauuuu! Tak faham jugakkk! Tapi cam maybe jugak I need my own experience kot berpuasa, bersahur and beraya di perantauan. Ceh, padahal bulan puasa kan sebulan, kalau balik setakat seminggu, 3 minggu kau puasa kat India gak. Experience gak. Hahah yelah yelah. Cakap la pape pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sayyy "Saje nak kasi abah ngan mak syahdu sket aku tkde time bulan puasa, time sahur ngan time raye. Biar diorang rindu sampai lebam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, padahal aku yang tengah syahdu sekarang. Yang tengah rindu sampai lebam, aku jugak. Tetttt! -___-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6028719705813799756?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6028719705813799756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6028719705813799756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6028719705813799756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6028719705813799756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/sahur-di-rumah-vs-sahur-di-perantauan.html' title='Sahur di Rumah vs Sahur di Perantauan'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3671788448533975123</id><published>2010-09-02T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T03:30:13.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABYbooSUK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRLfriends'/><title type='text'>me, lately.</title><content type='html'>i need to save as much money as i could for next year's big mission! i am going on a vacation with my best friendssss!! nothing is confirmed just yet but julie and ika are going to buy their flight tix very very soon so i'm assuming everything's gonna run smoothly! in the meantime, i'm hoping that nadd and fatin get their schedule asap so they too can buy the flight tix and join us! about muz, i wish she could just cancel or postpone her trip to phuket and join us. well, we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all excited about this! helloooo vacation with best friends is something we've been dreaming since high school! and no we're not talking about vacation to pulau perhentian or tioman or singapore or the jiran tetangga. heee. but i shall announce the places to go once everything is confirmed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDKeJUKJiI/AAAAAAAABkA/ezLSwXZEExA/s1600/7924_156949791580_537126580_3256168_5856891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDG5vN1Q0I/AAAAAAAABjo/PRd6XzAi_4M/s400/16143_165661042383_563752383_2660004_980418_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512624639130813250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDIsE0iwGI/AAAAAAAABjw/R9obqpWHCIc/s1600/ting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDIsE0iwGI/AAAAAAAABjw/R9obqpWHCIc/s400/ting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512626603435409506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDG5V5cVXI/AAAAAAAABjg/_dIVt0ivZqE/s1600/DSCN5230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDG5V5cVXI/AAAAAAAABjg/_dIVt0ivZqE/s400/DSCN5230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512624632334407026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i'm coping well with LDR. but i gotta cut down a bit on sms and direct phone calls coz dat causes hole(s) in pockets. thanks to skype, we do video-calling almost every night so far hee. in LDR, all you need is effort to keep in touch and trust :) that will suffice the basics la kot. and they say distance makes the heart grows fonder, well well, it's so true in my caseee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDIslGCdoI/AAAAAAAABj4/3arjsKsXtu4/s1600/DSCN5667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TIDIslGCdoI/AAAAAAAABj4/3arjsKsXtu4/s400/DSCN5667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512626612098725506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ramadhan is ending soon, my batchmates are going back to malaysia to celebrate aidilfitri pretty soon. i'll be here and i still can't believe myself. ira that i know won't wanna stay afar from family especially on festive season la. come on, i went back home EVERY single weekend when i was in KMS, i even went back home when all i got was outing till 6pm when i was in boarding school. and now i didn't even wanna try to go back home for raya? i must be nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been skipping lots of classes lately. especially my surgery posting. malas weyyy. malas satu hal, takde mood jugak. hari ni pun bangun tidur 2pm tu pun sebab lil dinosour msg kalau tak mmg takde semangat nak bangun tidur pun. hahaha. musim kemalasan dah datang la ni. mati la attendance ku. nanti mesti menggelupur nak kene catch up attendance. asal la kau suke men-adventurous-kan hidup kau iraaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that very much sum up everything bout me and my latest update. haha perlu ke? lol. suke hati la. not really in the mood to really write something. only in the mood to miss people that i love. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir kata dari saya buat saya sendiri, mari berjimat cermat to the max jangan keluar 1 sen pun! yeayyy! last time masa determine gila kumpul duit, pergh hasilnya memberansangkan. kali ni pasti berjaye lagi! i dun mind takde baju raye kasut raye rambut raye janji aku kaye time vacation nnt ;p hahahah till then, daaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3671788448533975123?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3671788448533975123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3671788448533975123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3671788448533975123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3671788448533975123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-mantra.html' title='me, lately.'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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ever again. but they say, the higher you get, the greater is the fall. and when love takes you down, there's no easy way to get up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a failed relationship is not as simple as it sounds. bila kau dah cinta orang separuh mati, dah berjanji sehidup semati and all of sudden you have to let go everything, i swear to god, it's not easy. they say, don't play with fire, buruk padahnya. well same goes, jangan berani bermain cinta if you don't know what love really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i don't say things that i heard. i don't just write things that i read because honestly, i know how it feels like to be at the top of the world with all the love that showers you. tapi, aku juga pernah rasa the greatest fall. the greatest fall yang aku tak pernah jangka, apa lagi bersedia. yes, i never was prepared for that greatest fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;yes i'm talking about my failed relationship. it was a 5 years relationship. just imagine, dari zaman aku ambil PMR, sampai ke SPM, zaman kegemilangan habis sekolah sampai lah ke zaman aku ambil IB (International Baccalaureate), i was obliged to love only one person. not because i have to, but it was because i wanted to. it started with a typical kind of puppy love, but it got serious as i grew older, and the love got stronger as the relationship got older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;they say i was too young to love. but heck they don't even know what i feel when they fucking say that. and tak perlulah aku ulas dengan panjang lebar the reason of our break-up, it's enough to say that it wasn't because of any other third party. it wasn't a clean break-up. it was one hell of disaster when it occurred to me, or us. yes, both of us. we didn't ask for it, but we couldn't go on any further and that left us with break-up as the only option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;it didn't took me days to recover. not even months. it was longer than that. i made a bet that it was gonna take me maximum 1 year to recover but i lost to my own bet. it was longer than that. moving on isn't as easy as spelling it, or saying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;bullshit la kepada mereka yang hanya tahu cakap "kau ni tak reti2 ke nak move on dey" because seriously, kalau kau arif sangat perihal 'move on', kau takkan sampai hati untuk berkata macam tu dengan orang yang sedang patah hati. it's always better to shut up, then to let out such a thing to heartbroken people because it hurts to death and really, saying those kind of thing simply means you're inviting a bitch slap on your pretty face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;of course, at this crucial moment, you'll need all the support in the world to go on living. the first few weeks (or months?) was the most difficult time. i can't even go to places we used to hang out together coz i'll end up visualizing the time we used to spend and finally, i'll end up soaking in gallons of tears. and by places we used to go, i meant the whole of shah alam even the pasar malam has its own sweet memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;months past by, i got a little better. of course, my besties are those who were at rescue when i needed someone to listen to me or to give me advices. they don't judge me like others. and at this recovery period, it's normal to find that your heart doesn't sync well with your brain. whatever that your brain thinks might be good for yourself doesn't make any sense to the heart. well, it's something you can't escape. gotta deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;but true enough. you can't push urself to move on. it's just a matter of time. the quote 'time will heal' is not for nothing, it has worked on me so must work on you too, heartbroken ppl. the only problem is, you can't decide when u're gonna heal but have some faith, tell yourself that someday you'll be fine again. in the mean time, you know committing suicide is not worth it because the next day, or next week, or next month, you'll be back on your own 2 feet, standing tougher than ever before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;but please, if you have friends yang sedang heartbroken, don't push 'em to move on and forget everything. it's not gonna work. it's not gonna help him/her to get away even from the slightest pain by saying that. it's annoying okay kalau kau setakat reti cakap "ala putus cinta je bukan ape pun" wtf you make urself clear that you dunno wtf love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;during the recovery period, i woke up in the morning and still mourning over the loss. i did lots of things to distract myself, laughed out loud to cover up the pain but truth is, there was still a hole in my heart. there wasn't a single love song that doesn't remind me of the past and though it pains the hell out of me, i kept listening and i kept allowing the past to pass through my train of thoughts. some might have caught me shedding some tears at the most awkward moment ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;but now, i can smile as i look back, no more shedding tears as i remember the past. it's over and done with. i'm done mourning hee. aku sudah move on dengan hidup aku. cukuplah aku stucked in the past for @$!%! already. god knows exactly how long i had to deal with it. dulu aku ingat aku takkan pernah move on, but now i proved myself wrong. and if you ever feel like you can never move on, you're wrong. it's just a matter of time. as for now, just take it slow and go with the flow. no pushing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i'm grateful that i'm blessed with people who are sincere to be with me today. be it best friends or boyfriend, they're all amazing people. they helped me get through my darkest moment. and i'm sure, you have your army too, they'll support you in everything you do so don't ever think you can't move on. if you choose to continue living, then u actually choose to move on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i intended to write in malay but i end up writing mostly in english. tettt. not so balada la.&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/2008207589505262754-8619811743541819473?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/8619811743541819473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=8619811743541819473' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8619811743541819473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/8619811743541819473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-choose-to-live-you-choose-to.html' title='if you choose to live, then you choose to move on.'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1847969612640918432</id><published>2010-08-25T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:28:39.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LABELLING</title><content type='html'>i once did the labelling thingy on my blog to assist you (and myself, of course) searching for my old blog posts but it didn't turn out fine until recently, finally, i succeeded in forcing myself to do the fixing ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the labels are on the left column of this blog. though it's still a bit messy here and there, it's a lot better than the previous one hehe. here goes ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYbrainISnotYOURS - is mainly posts about my own radical opinion. all are authentically my opinion/thoughts so it may/may not be controversial so read at your own risk (just like how i wrote it on my own risk teehee) don't bother to read if you're the type of person who can't seem to accept other ppl's opinion yea? it's an early warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experienceMAKESaPERSON - as the label suggests, all posts under this label mainly revolves around my own personal experience. could be my childhood experience, experience as a student yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLfriends - is basically about me and my friends, our activities, camwhoring session. guy friends also included lah since i dun have that many close guy friends so i dun think it's necessary to create another specific label for guyfriends ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABYbooSUK - teehee. go figure ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEisAbitch - my own personal opinion about love and relationship =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVELogue - as the name suggests, this is where i note down the happy moment i had on my vacation. not really that many lah so dun expect much. no, i haven't been to bora-bora so let's just wait for another, say, 4-5 years? ;p (hint : honeymoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL - rolling on floor laughing, well, at least for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belovedFAMILY - bout daddy, mummy, kak long, amir, aisyah, sarah, baby. all of em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPSandTRICKS - random tips and tricks from me to you. dun expect a professional tips and tricks pls? ;p but no harm in giving urself a try either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we're done here! i'm done labelling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1847969612640918432?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1847969612640918432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1847969612640918432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1847969612640918432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1847969612640918432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/labelling.html' title='LABELLING'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4529076138113119034</id><published>2010-08-24T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:21:55.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experienceMAKESaPERSON'/><title type='text'>swinging bowl a.k.a mangkuk hayun part II</title><content type='html'>remember the series of unfortunate events on 16th July 2010? Hahah i even remember the date. i suck at remembering dates but this one got stucked in my head because it was one really sucky day. really really sucky lah kalau tak percaya you can read it the first part of 'swinging bowl a.k.a mangkuk hayun' &lt;a href="http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/swinging-bowl-aka-mangkuk-hayun.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. dat will tell you the whole thing that happened on that particular date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that particular date jugak, i kena amek gambar for my indian driving license. gambar tu telah di ambil directly lepas i bergaduh kaw-kaw punya dengan keling RTO(Regional Transport Officer) ni so memang tak kuasa nak pose ayu or anything. and i did tell you that i look horrible in that picture wahahahahaha. gangster macam sarip dol siotttttt! so this is it, bukti kemarahan i yang sedang membuak2 dekat keling RTO time tu, ni pun dah control sket, kalau tak memang muka sebenar adalah lebih horror. ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/THP_Sz29kQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/wiXbhKSEIGY/s1600/24082010906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/THP_Sz29kQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/wiXbhKSEIGY/s400/24082010906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509027467827712258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horror kan? hahahaha damn tak sanggup jugak tengok muka sendiri sebnanye but layan je lah janji siap jugak. this driving license valid for 20 years, sampai 2030 kau. meaning anytime after i graduate i can come back to india and drive sesuka hati. and it is valid throughout india, so it doesn't matter whether it's in bangalore, tamil nadu, delhi, mumbai, goa or kashmir. cecey. ingat aku kerja bawak lori balak ke nak pergi semua state dekat india ni? cukup la drive dalam bangalore je eh. paling jauh aku plan nak drive pegi chennai. eh? aku plan? or berangan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cukup la dah dapat driving license sebijik ni. nak buat license pun macam bala tau tak. tadi pun keling durjana ni nak pau aku rs300 lagi? dia kata itu charge untuk postman hantar license kat rumah tapi kat rumah tkde orang so kene return to RTO office balik. amboi amboi. memang mimpi indah la eh aku nak bagi kau rs10 pun eh. toksahla kau mengharap pape dari aku yang miskin hina ni (tp tadi dorg kate duit dah masuk yeay yeay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aku takkan lupa nama keling yang aku deal ni. he's such a pain in the ass. yes you, LAKSHMI KHAN. aku siap dah hafal caller ring tone kau tau takkk! obviously bukan lagu english, tidak juga lagu hindustan, so mungkin aku dah terhafal lagu bahasa kannada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : bahasa kannada bukan la bahasa canada seperti yang anda sangkakan. kannada adalah sejenis bahasa di india. untuk makluman anda, india ade byk bahasa eh, hindi, tamil, telugu, urdu, kannada, malayalam, heh, ape tah lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4529076138113119034?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4529076138113119034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4529076138113119034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4529076138113119034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4529076138113119034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/swinging-bowl-aka-mangkuk-hayun-part-ii.html' title='swinging bowl a.k.a mangkuk hayun part II'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/THP_Sz29kQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/wiXbhKSEIGY/s72-c/24082010906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4161553536380770237</id><published>2010-08-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T04:59:29.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRLfriends'/><title type='text'>Feeling ke raya di perantauan?</title><content type='html'>First things first, dah bukak Utusan Malaysia newspaper (20 Aug 2010) bahagian Salam Perantauan? Kalau belum, dalam kiraan 3, pergi bukak sekaranggggg! Sebab korang akan jumpa ni ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credit to Muzani for this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I paksa dia tangkapkan gambar ni ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TG65dFJPaNI/AAAAAAAABjI/gybnNgviCZg/s1600/148424415-d1c4152f43b57d270ed9f0bb4dfa4e13.4c6e6738-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TG65dFJPaNI/AAAAAAAABjI/gybnNgviCZg/s400/148424415-d1c4152f43b57d270ed9f0bb4dfa4e13.4c6e6738-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507543303568976082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wahahahahah click to enlarge to read the ucapan and all. From left, that's me, Ninot, Baz and Nadia. Ala to my regular readers, korang mesti dah kenal punya muka 3 orang ni, sebab balik2 muka diorang jugak got featured in my blog. Hehe. Yelahhh, they're my cinta hati kat Bangalore ni, tempat bersuka ria dan mengadu domba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one sending this salam perantauan to Utusan Malaysia through e-mail. Serious tak mengharap sangat pun keluar paper sebab previously, ramai dah kawan I hantar salam perantau ni tapi diorang punya setakat keluar dekat website salam perantau je tapi tak keluar newspaper pun. Obviously beribu2 students hantar oversea hantar especially sape2 yang gila glemer tu. Eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read the ucapan, wahaahahahaha macam siot. Camane la I bole terfikir nak letak nasi impit, kuah kacang siap dengan rendang dalam ucapan? LOL. Agak2 la Ira oi. Lepas tu, I didn't even write pun family kitorang dekat mana. Patutnya I letak la 'buat keluarga tercinta yang berada di Shah Alam(me), Kuala Terenggan(Ninot),Johor Bahru(Baz),Kuala Lumpur(Nadia)' tapi tah apa punya sengal time tu, tak terfikir pun. Nama pun saje nak testing2 hantar. Tak sangka pulak yang kita testing ni pulak dia nak pilih masuk paper. Sebab lepas hantar dekat Utusan Malaysia, I hantar dekat Berita Harian. Tak tau la dia nak keluarkan ke tak, yang tu ucapan best sket. Hehe. Kalau esok lusa keluar, korang inform la k ;p tapi macam tak je. Cukup la satu eh. Tamak btol kau ni Ira. Sape yang gila glemer skarang? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is my first time hantar Salam Perantauan kat paper. Before this tak pernah pun hantar sebab dah 3 tahun kat sini, first year je I raya dekat Bangalore, tu pun time awal2 fly tu tengah bulan puasa, mane lah reti nak bersalam perantau lagi. 2nd and 3rd year I balik Malaysia time raya. Ada je my friends yang hantar Salam Perantau tapi lepas tu balik raya kat Malaysia, LOL, saje je kan. Tapi I malas la buat gitu, cam tak feeling la plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi this year, I tak balik raya. Sebab, kitorang tak cuti. But that's not the point, I kan hero, I bole je ponteng if I want, but the actual reason for me not to balik raya this time is because I nak balik Malaysia in Oct. Lagipun I baru balik Malaysia May lepas. So, I decided to stay in Bangalore for raya 2010. And for that, I pun rasa agak relevan la untuk I hantar Salam Perantauan. No cheating la kan kan kan. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I jugak takde buat baju raya pun tahun ni. Nanti raya, I pakai baju biru tu jugak. Tu baju raya I tahun lepas. Tak pun I godek2 la baju lain, pakai je ape yang ade kot. Tapi tak tau la kalau last minute tetiba I nak buat baju raya kan ;p but it's very unlikely lah. Paling2 pun I nak beli kasut raya je kot. Tapi India ni hopeless sikit kalau pasal kasut2 ni, memang susah nak jumpa high heels yang I berkenan and kalau I jumpa pun, selalunya harge mahal gileeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ke raya di perantauan? I rasaaaa, feeeling sebab sedihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :(( First year raya dekat Bangalore, perghhh memang nak menitik2 air mata pagi raya bila housemates pasang lagu raya sebab bangun2 tido je pagi raya, abah takde, mak takde, adik2 pun takde. So macam, sedihnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Dahla first year raya tu I baru je lagi datang Bangalore, nak masak grand2 macam rendang ke kuah kacang ke memang la aku tak reti kan. Time tu siap bawak kuah kacang instant, loser gila siot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about India is, India ni biasanya akan puasa and raya lambat sehari daripada Malaysia. So time first year dulu, kitorang dah start puasa ikut time Malaysia, tapi bila Malaysia dah raya, India tak raya lagi. So kitorang tanya la orang2 yg pandai agama, diorang kata kita tak payah puasa on the last day (hari yang Malaysia dah raya) tapi kita tak boleh raya lagi. Paham tak? So that pagi raya yang sepatutnya tu, I dengan segala blurnya tak tau nak buat apa, nak puasa tak boleh, nak raya tak boleh, so I siap bole pegi funfair dengan little dinosour. Funfair tu bukan best pun. Bosan nak mati. Ala, Funworld (budak Bangalore tau la) Gila loser kan pagi raya pegi Funworld. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year dengar plan cam meriah je. Macam la. Sebab macam banyak open house. I'm looking forward for it! Mintak2 la diorang masak sedap2. Hehehe. Benda paling best time raya is makan sedap je la. Sebab to those who know me closely, mesti tau yang I takde kampung sebab I dah takde atuk and nenek dekat 2-2 sides. So kitorang dah bertahun2 gak la raya dekat Shah Alam je. Nak kumpul adik beradik belah abah or mak tu time pagi raya susah sikit, sebab masing2 pun ada in-law masing2 kan. So we only have each other je la time pagi raya tu. Yeah, raya I memang tak meriah macam family orang lain pun. Kesian kannn kitorang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So selalunya pagi raya tu pakai baju raya pun just buat cukup syarat je. Sebenarnya tak nak pakai pun takpe sebab bukan ada orang lain pun. Nanti dah tengah hari dah boleh tukar pakai t-shirt balik lepas tu melepek depan TV sampai malam. Tu je la activity raya kitorang. Ala tanak cerita la. Nanti korang kesian kat aku. Or aku kesian kat aku. Nanti sedih je hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, as long as you have your family with you, nothing else would matter anymore. Kan? Tapi this year, I won't have my family around with me on hari raya, they won't have me around jugak, mesti diorang sedihhhh ;p tapi I sedih jugak. Tapi takpe, experience la kan. Takkan every year pun nak balik Malaysia time raya. Nanti dah besar you don't any interesting stories to share with your kids. Macam my dad, dia suka cerita time dia belajar dekat Scotland dulu. Camane dia survive his first time in a foreign country, camana dia spend pagi raya, apa dia makan, his mat salleh friends etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah cerita, dulu time raya, they all will ponteng kelas, pakai baju raya siap songkok samping semua, sewa kereta and go for a road trip with his friends. Macam cool jeee. Sooo, any idea for my raya in Bangalore? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4161553536380770237?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4161553536380770237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4161553536380770237' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4161553536380770237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4161553536380770237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-ke-raya-di-perantauan.html' title='Feeling ke raya di perantauan?'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TG65dFJPaNI/AAAAAAAABjI/gybnNgviCZg/s72-c/148424415-d1c4152f43b57d270ed9f0bb4dfa4e13.4c6e6738-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-971942043965259196</id><published>2010-08-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T04:59:48.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIPSandTRICKS'/><title type='text'>Stress belajar? Stress bercinta? Stress berkawan?</title><content type='html'>Budak sekolah rendah pun reti stress bila cikgu bagi homework math tambah tolak berlambak2, ape lagi aku yang sedang belajar medic dekat negara tak senonoh ni. Tapi time kecik2 dulu aku tak stress sebab kalau ada homework aku buat2 tidur awal lepas tu pagi tu time nak pergi sekolah agama buat2 menggelupur ngadu kat mak aku kate aku tertidur awal homework tak siap lagi, so mak aku pun memberikan bantuan kemanusiaan berupa pertolongan menyiapkan homework math aku. Bangga mak aku ada anak camni -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately ade je benda yang nak kasi aku stress. Stress aku merangkumi financial, relationship, friendship and deal ngan keling durjana errgghh tanak cakap pasal keling nanti aku rasa nak pulas puting sekor2 smpai tercabut. Kan dah ada unsur2 stress di situ. So anyway, here are some things that I usually do to kiss the stress away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nangis sampai mata lebam2 lepas tu tidur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the simplest thing I could do to let the burden out of myself. Bunyi macam budak gedik yang cengeng sikit2 nak nangis but cengeng tak cengeng, to me, crying is like a defense mechanism. Allah bagi nikmat nangis tu utk legakan hati yang sakit. Tapi in return, aku akan dapat kepala yang pening sebab nangis banyak sangat. Bile dah pening, ape lagi, tidur la. Haha but dun worry, I dun usually cry in front of others. Nangis senyap2 sorang2 sudeyh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping macam orang kaya.&lt;/span&gt; When you're able to grab anything and everything atau dalam erti kata lain, beli je semua benda macam kau bini Donald Trump, sumpah boleh buat kau lupa semua mat mat durjana yang sakitkan hati kau, atau kawan2 yang perangai macam cilakas. I can shop from sun to sun, balik rumah terus senyum lebar, tiada lagi air mata tiada lagi lagu2 sayu menemani hari-hariku. Tapi andaikata anda stress disebabkan masalah kewangan, maka this method is not a valid way to kiss away your stress. Tambah stress ade la kak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolates and all sorts of junkfood.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not really sure in what way does the chocolates help to alleviate my burden but I would really end up spending so much on chocs and other junkies when I'm down. Serious wei, time kat KMS dulu, kalau aku stress, habis chocolate kat ko-op tu aku rembat lepas tu kunyah choc sampai lebam. Kat sini, kalau nampak aku tetiba beli Ferrero Rocher yg besar tu, memang sah sah la aku tengah stress. Yang sakitnya, kadar kelenyapan choc adalah sepantas kilat. Ferrero Rocher mahal kottt, tapi tu je choc yang aku lalu nak telan kalau kat India ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt; What to do? Crunchie mane ade jual kat sini. Ni crunchie yang little dinosour kasi sebulan yang lepas. Sekotak okay dia bagi. Ada la dalam 24 batang. 2 weeks dah habis. Tu pon paksa diri gak nak spacing rate of crunchie consumption. Kalau tak, mau habis dalam masa 5 hari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwelrY5NHI/AAAAAAAABjA/l_gnx5GnEqM/s1600/25072010843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwelrY5NHI/AAAAAAAABjA/l_gnx5GnEqM/s400/25072010843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506810077018403954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karaoke/clubbing/sewaktu dengannya. &lt;/span&gt;India mane ade karaoke huhu, tapi apa ada hal, kunci bilik, bukak lagu kuat2 and then get the party started. Sorang pun sorang lah. Consider that as my own private party haha. Hey, I can still have fun on my own okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drive laju2. &lt;/span&gt;It's a bad habit. I think I got this from abah. I remember my dad pernah drive laju gila babi sebab time tu tengah mengamuk ngan anak kesayangan dia ni,aku la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Cuak siottt! But I end up with the same habit. Nanti kan time drive laju2 tu, I'd wish I meet with an accident, masuk hospital sampai semua orang yang buat aku stress tu menyesal gila terus taubat tanak kasi aku stress dah. Tapi so far, kalau agak2 aku dah nak tercium bontot kereta lain, aku brake gak utk selamatkan nyawa sendiri. Haha drama sket. Tapi kalau kat India, mimpi ar nak speeding, kau baru speeding tak sampai seminit dah ade auto bawak 10km/hour kat fast lane, buat tambah stress gua ade la kalo camni. Lagi2 ferrari aku lately agak sentimental sket, suke nak merajuk ngan aku. Haihhh, baru ku tahu erti kepayahan membela kereta. Boyfriend aku pun tak senti camni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peaceful place.&lt;/span&gt; Secluded beach adalah the most effective place for me to forget all the stress in the world. My dad kalau bawak kitorang pegi laut, mesti dok risau aku hilang sebab aku suka nak hilang tiba2 dekat pantai. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;aje je, sentimental sorang2 sket. Tapi nama pun duduk te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;ngah bandar, banyak demand aku nak carik laut everytime aku stress. So contoh tempat yang lebih relevan dgn my situation is rooftop my apartment kalau dekat India. Kalau dekat Malaysia, I usually pergi lepak dekat this one bukit, not Bukit Beruk k (budak Shah Alam tau la kat mana) or kalau tkde kereta sangat, lepak celup kaki dalam kolam ikan kat rumah aku sambil cakap2 dengan ikan. The first pic ni is at my own little sweet escape, dekat rumah sendiri mengadap kolam ikan and cakap dengan ikan sorang2. The 2nd pic was taken when I was in Colombo. Cewah cam glamour je kan. Colombo tu Sri Lanka la kak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwd0yFgpeI/AAAAAAAABi4/o6cufBJxcZw/s1600/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwd0yFgpeI/AAAAAAAABi4/o6cufBJxcZw/s400/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506809237002560994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwd0oyLMWI/AAAAAAAABiw/NwGcE_4CjYs/s1600/cookies+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwd0oyLMWI/AAAAAAAABiw/NwGcE_4CjYs/s400/cookies+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506809234505544034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertOrderedList" title="Numbered List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 15);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharing is caring. &lt;/span&gt;Of course, aku bukan jenis yang simpan all my problem to myself. I usually cerita dekat my besties and boyfriend. Ala I know cam annoying je nak layan my sentimental tapiiiiiii, tak kira, korang layan gak. Haha. Paling rare occasion, and if I do it means aku memang stress yang amat sangat, is to share it with my mom. Tapi tengok season gak, kekadang mak aku ni leh je bagi her words of wisdom, memang aku leh lega la after that, tapi kalau kena words of wisdom tu nak nyalahkan aku je keje, bertambah2 la stress aku. Haha ni susah ade mak unpredictable ni. Dahla garang cam askar. Tapi memang takdenye aku nak cite problem kat my dad (except problem kete and duit ar) sebab my dad adalah orang yang paling tak reti menenteramkan orang lain. Dia dengar problem kau pun dah cukup bagus, selalunya dia tertidur atau buat2 bz ngan benda lain bila dengar aku mengadu domba -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Tapi whatever it is, lepas dah puas release tension, lepas dah puas sumpah seranah, lepas dah puas bersentimental, always remember, stress is a tool that helps you be a better person. Stress prepares you for the worst. It's okay la nak menggelupur release tension la, nangis sampai lebam la, but in the end, move on la weiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe pandainye aku cakap. Semoga stress management aku improve lepas ni. Amin ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-971942043965259196?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/971942043965259196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=971942043965259196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/971942043965259196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/971942043965259196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress-belajar-stress-bercinta-stress.html' title='Stress belajar? Stress bercinta? Stress berkawan?'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGwelrY5NHI/AAAAAAAABjA/l_gnx5GnEqM/s72-c/25072010843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4716757411641731077</id><published>2010-08-17T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:32:58.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABYbooSUK'/><title type='text'>beginning of something new</title><content type='html'>Last nite was our last goodbye in India. In India eh, saya ulang. Nanti dekat Malaysia bertemu kembali hehehe. So anyway, I sent him off at the airport. Ada orang dah nak balik Malaysia for goooood :( leaving his girlfriend behind. Huaaa, but what to do, MARA kata balik, kene la balik, takkan nak buat drama nak stay ngan girlfriend pulak. Lagipunnn, sape nak stay kat India lelama? Gila ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dia ni dok risau about his visa. Visa dia expired 16th Aug, but his flight is on 17th Aug, tapi awal pagi la, around 12.45am. Dia dah dok cuak nanti kena tahan kena masuk jail la apa la. Hahaha boleh tahan la gak kerisauan dia ;p kelakar pun ada. But alhamdulillah, everything went smoothly though memula his baggage and all kena tahan dekat check-in counter, tapi dia lepas immigration so okay lah. Lepas lah semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqr_1kFlYI/AAAAAAAABiY/6VG0A9zBd8c/s1600/16082010899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqr_1kFlYI/AAAAAAAABiY/6VG0A9zBd8c/s400/16082010899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506402607612401026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqr_T5oJ-I/AAAAAAAABiQ/A8m2SBdURi8/s1600/16082010898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqr_T5oJ-I/AAAAAAAABiQ/A8m2SBdURi8/s400/16082010898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506402598575941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's him and his excess kgs of baggage. Nasib baik la kau dapat extra 5kg daripada MAS Airline. Nasib baik jugak ada girlfriend tempat tolak barang2 yang agak2 cam memberatkan bag. Haha suka suka. I got his yoga mat, penyangkut baju, speaker best, albums, ikan bilis pun dapat okay. Orang bagi kita amek. Ikan bilis dapat la menampung stok I lagi 2 bulan kat India. Mekaseh sayang! Speaker best tu bole la I bawak2 gune tuk clubbing dalam bilik. Tapi cuti sat sebab bulan Ramadhan, tak elok melagha. Beliau juga menumpangkan beberapa barang beliau yang agak berat dekat I dengan harapan nanti I balik Malaysia I bawak balik barang2 dia hahaha. Pe lagi, 1 kg RM50 ok? ;p He has 1 tupperware of Malaysian coins, berat okay, ni dah selotape ketat2 punya, I pun malas nk bukak curik. Hehe. Ada jugak his marble mini Taj Mahal. Pun tak bukak lagi. Tengok lah if I rajin I godek2 la barang dia ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's already in Malaysia. Haish. It's the beginning of my long distance relationship. Haih, 2 years jugak nak kena survive before I go back to Malaysia for good. Hopefully la both of us can make it. Hopefully 2-2 rajin nak contact each other, trust each other, tak buat pasal to each other and tak carik lain jugak. I can only hope for the best. But knowing him, I know he'll do his best to keep this relationship jugak! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqsAHkN_ZI/AAAAAAAABig/77kuu1a9NG8/s1600/16082010900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqsAHkN_ZI/AAAAAAAABig/77kuu1a9NG8/s400/16082010900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506402612444790162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maka dengan itu, I dengan tidak sengaja telah terjumpa gambar I zaman KMS, wahahaha, gmbar ni pernah tampal dekat card library KMS (cop pusat sumber spotted) found it in my handbag (handbag I memang cam magic, macam2 ada) time tengah lepak2 berbuka with him. So I terus kasi dia letak dalam his wallet. Hehehe. This is it ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqsAi9DdhI/AAAAAAAABio/IICi6CfDirc/s1600/16082010897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqsAi9DdhI/AAAAAAAABio/IICi6CfDirc/s400/16082010897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506402619796715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok ar muka girlfriend anda sampai lebam eh. Jangan mimpi nak cari lain ;p I dah jampi gambar tu! Hahaha. And, distance is nothing lah. We survived Manipal-Bangalore relationship, so we'll survive this one jugak! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, daaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4716757411641731077?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4716757411641731077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4716757411641731077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4716757411641731077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4716757411641731077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/beginning-of-something-new.html' title='beginning of something new'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGqr_1kFlYI/AAAAAAAABiY/6VG0A9zBd8c/s72-c/16082010899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-594244392117645525</id><published>2010-08-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T04:54:13.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRLfriends'/><title type='text'>puzzles of life in INDIA</title><content type='html'>Agak jarang jugak la kan aku upload gambar in my blog. So the bosan. If we're still my camwhoring era, this blog is sure full of pictures heheheh. Too bad I'm done being a total camera bitch :) This holds true only when my girls are not around. Once they're around, I'll switch myself back to the old me teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bits and pieces of life in India. Not a really interesting one. But hey, at least I have a life in India LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pics taken during the futsal tournament some time back. Credit goes to Butet for the pictures. The futsal tournament was open for everyone, kaki bangku or not is not a problem as long as u can sepak, sepak angin also can. But I didn't join the tournament coz firstly, I suck at futsal teehee ;p and 2ndly, I was slowly recovering from my leg pain which was due to long term wearing of high heels. Take note girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I did lots of cheering! Never fail to be a damn supportive cheerleader so far ;p that's the only one thing I'm talented at in sports (is cheerleading considered as sports anyway? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;layan Izz kesasauan cheer for 'em girls ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtzMCHfI/AAAAAAAABiI/mjJaC-aXiUk/s1600/28476_1528134002834_1219205529_31548880_3607899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtzMCHfI/AAAAAAAABiI/mjJaC-aXiUk/s400/28476_1528134002834_1219205529_31548880_3607899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379751923162610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahah damn this pic looks as if I'm a coach.&lt;br /&gt;Coach la sangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtvBJqCI/AAAAAAAABiA/Cuikzz2t8l0/s1600/28476_1528145843130_1219205529_31549006_5682468_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtvBJqCI/AAAAAAAABiA/Cuikzz2t8l0/s400/28476_1528145843130_1219205529_31549006_5682468_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379750803777570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supported both teams on both sides of the court(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Told you I'm a damn supportive cheerleader!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtQhfjdI/AAAAAAAABh4/ldiI-X2z4Q8/s1600/28476_1528001959533_1219205529_31548440_5681252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtQhfjdI/AAAAAAAABh4/ldiI-X2z4Q8/s400/28476_1528001959533_1219205529_31548440_5681252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379742617931218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random girls-day-out. We didn't usually snap pictures but I dunno la kan apa kena with us this particular day, caught up in vanity, all of us! Uh oh, Nadia was there too but she was the busiest person in the salon so she missed the snapping and all. Went for bowling also but think I told ya ppl already how sucky I am in bowling so yeah, loser of the day was me. Teehee. And thanks, I hurt my forearm for 2 freaking days sebab main bowling -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gambar kebanggaan Bazilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJIIGtQYI/AAAAAAAABhw/xPW1lmyBj5U/s1600/DSC00797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJIIGtQYI/AAAAAAAABhw/xPW1lmyBj5U/s400/DSC00797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379104702939522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiting for Nadia ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJH-5ZtyI/AAAAAAAABho/WAX5gBWv-hg/s1600/DSC00791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJH-5ZtyI/AAAAAAAABho/WAX5gBWv-hg/s400/DSC00791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379102231213858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parking at Mantri Square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jakun sebentar because they actually lift up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the car. Jimat space ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJHoZuSBI/AAAAAAAABhg/R18cmQMfXPg/s1600/DSC00813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJHoZuSBI/AAAAAAAABhg/R18cmQMfXPg/s400/DSC00813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379096192763922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJHQLFpMI/AAAAAAAABhY/s5XjdEA4IS8/s1600/DSC00816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJHQLFpMI/AAAAAAAABhY/s5XjdEA4IS8/s400/DSC00816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505379089688929474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before watching Eclipse with Ninot and Nadia. So long, long hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Swensen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIloC9eJI/AAAAAAAABhI/w-C19yBF8UY/s1600/29072010859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIloC9eJI/AAAAAAAABhI/w-C19yBF8UY/s400/29072010859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505378511981738130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And life as medical student. I was in Obstetric&amp;amp;Gynaecology posting previously. Well, I kinda assisted a delivery lah hari tu. Hahahah not exactly what you think lah, I didn't help the doc with the instrument and all, tapi macam I helped the docs to maintain the patient in a particular position that helps to ease the process of delivery. Sambil tu I siap support the patient "Muki amma mukiii, mukiii" Just so you know, 'muki' means 'push' in their language. Hahahaha rasa kelakar la plak. But it was a difficult delivery coz the baby was realllyyyy gemokkkk I tell youuuu! But finally the baby keluar la jugak after a very intense process of labor. And walaupun my help was rather insignificant to the docs, and even to the students, to me it was a wonderful experience! It really was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited about what I did to help the docs, I texted mom and told her everything. She said, she had a forcep delivery when she gave birth to me -_-" Meaning, I was this stubborn little baby who refused to come out from the birth canal, so stubborn that the docs had to use to forceps to take me out. Or maybe, I was this gemok little baby too. Yeah I did ask my mom about my birth weight, agak gemok la! Tapi, I thank my mom for this :) Seriously, each and every son/daughter should watch at least one delivery in your life time, you'll cherish your mom more and more. The sacrifice that a mother has to make for you to live on this earth is just so much you won't be able to pay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, yeah, these are random pictures I snapped at the hospital :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I wanna be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIl6ZInII/AAAAAAAABhQ/pFhG2G2ez8Y/s1600/28072010857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIl6ZInII/AAAAAAAABhQ/pFhG2G2ez8Y/s400/28072010857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505378516906581122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These two girls are rival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They compete for the next Sleeping Beauty award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I guess Denin is still on the lead hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIleVjPfI/AAAAAAAABhA/TgsDDnAHsKg/s1600/28072010856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIleVjPfI/AAAAAAAABhA/TgsDDnAHsKg/s400/28072010856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505378509375356402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And these 2 kids aka budak tak cukup umur sedang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;main osom to determine which one of em has to present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the obstetric case to the doctor. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIkwW9IuI/AAAAAAAABg4/gTroLR2zYpc/s1600/28072010855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcIkwW9IuI/AAAAAAAABg4/gTroLR2zYpc/s400/28072010855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505378497033216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is quite an old picture. Taken during our pediatric posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That little girl suffers from Neurocysticercosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope she's fine by now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But she was too bubbly she sang the Indian National anthem to us ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcH2muQVdI/AAAAAAAABgw/OxpBFyRMm9U/s1600/27042010611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcH2muQVdI/AAAAAAAABgw/OxpBFyRMm9U/s400/27042010611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505377704172606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This needs no introduction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 2 lazy ass students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcH2VUzaII/AAAAAAAABgo/DAOxXRJqMrw/s1600/07052010625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcH2VUzaII/AAAAAAAABgo/DAOxXRJqMrw/s400/07052010625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505377699502450818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha how can I let myself be this selebet?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me with an Indian baby at Maternity ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcH15kAlNI/AAAAAAAABgg/qQLy2fzN3pU/s1600/DSC04125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcH15kAlNI/AAAAAAAABgg/qQLy2fzN3pU/s400/DSC04125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505377692050035922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much for now. Daaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-594244392117645525?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/594244392117645525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=594244392117645525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/594244392117645525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/594244392117645525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/puzzles-of-life-in-india.html' title='puzzles of life in INDIA'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGcJtzMCHfI/AAAAAAAABiI/mjJaC-aXiUk/s72-c/28476_1528134002834_1219205529_31548880_3607899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1072611297505547709</id><published>2010-08-14T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:07:48.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experienceMAKESaPERSON'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>soal jawab annoying</title><content type='html'>aku pantang betol la kalau aku tanya sungguh-sungguh tapi orang tu jawab macam gampang. nak tau jawapan gampang camane? aku leh bagi contoh je ar :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : eh nak keluar ngan sape?&lt;br /&gt;A : ngan kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously la mangkok aku tau la kau keluar ngan kawan. dah name pun duduk serumah dengan member dah tentu lah kau keluar ngan kawan. and obviously jugak kawan kau tu kawan aku so ape ke susah sangat nak cakap nama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : pakai cantik2 nak gi mane?&lt;br /&gt;A : keluar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoh ade ke orang pakai cantik2 nak duduk dalam rumah. ni lagi satu makhluk bodoh. dah tentu ar kau nak keluar, tapi soklan aku tu mesti la sebab aku nak tau kau nk keluar pegi mane. buat perabis air liuq aku je tanye soalan kat kau kalau kau setakat nak jawab "keluar" yang obviously orang bijak pandai get it kau nak keluar rumah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : masak pe?&lt;br /&gt;A : ayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diharap dapat la kan jaga hati aku yang pergi pasar beli ayam tu. soalan senang je pun pesal payah sangat nak jawab leklok. jawab je la masak kicap ke masak merah ke masak asam ke. goreng ke bakar ke panggang ke rebus ke celur ke. susah eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lah. hari ni aku annoyed dengan semua orang. paling annoyed dengan negara ni. agak-agak la kan nak blackout 10 kali sehari, bil letrik aku bayar je kot, pe lagi tak cukup dowh? ni kalah orang dok gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress ah camni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1072611297505547709?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1072611297505547709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1072611297505547709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1072611297505547709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1072611297505547709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/soal-jawab-annoying.html' title='soal jawab annoying'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4811118258768094831</id><published>2010-08-12T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:28:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>preparation</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it's about time for little dinosour to fly back home, for good. He's half way done with his MBBS twinning programme. And that marks the end of his studying years in Manipal, India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days from now, I'll be dealing with long distance relationship. True, we were already in long distance relationship as Manipal and Bangalore is 12 hours drive away from each other but it doesn't really feel like it coz the calling rate is still cheap, there's no time difference and he will come and visit me in Bangalore occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, it's Malaysia-India relationship. Calling rate will be more. Time difference is there. He'll get busier and I'll get busier too. How do I deal with that? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4811118258768094831?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4811118258768094831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4811118258768094831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4811118258768094831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4811118258768094831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/preparation.html' title='preparation'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4434292210639979841</id><published>2010-08-11T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T04:54:13.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRLfriends'/><title type='text'>the hairy talk</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile :) been dealing with lotsa things lately, minus studying lah. also, i've been having emotional and mental battle recently, thanks to those involved haha (u know exactly who u are) enough to bring down the toughest girl in town. eh eh. but it's okay, managed to pull myself together at last, now i can stand tough(tougher indeed) on my own 2 feet yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've so much to tell but too bad, much to filter also ;p so i might as well play it safe and keep my fingers away from typing it all out hehe. i can feel positive vibes coming! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i had my first ever hair cut in india. first ever! after 3 years, yes, this is the first time that i finally managed to gather all the courage to put my hair's fate in the hands of a manipur (an area in north east india) hairdresser! and the result is this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGJcM3WNmNI/AAAAAAAABgQ/RlFFaaky2Gw/s1600/09082010871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGJcM3WNmNI/AAAAAAAABgQ/RlFFaaky2Gw/s400/09082010871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504063070685468882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm loving itttt! :) thanks for not letting me down coz if the hair cut sucks, i swear that would be the first and last time and the only one time haircut i ever had in india. but it seems like i found my favourite salon already ;p zone bahaya nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, i wanted to have a shorter boyish haircut soooo much, but no, raya is approaching and i don't wanna have a short hair in kebaya or kurung, plus my sister's reception is some time soon and again, i need my long hair for the ceremony. heheh ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sheila had her first ever high-lighted streaks on her head! watching her getting her hair highlighted makes me go goyah! hahahah it was just a week ago when i decided to keep my hair in its black colour but errm, i might want to reconsider ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've a question, how do i have blackest black hair? u know, the healthy black hair. i don't think my black hair looks so healthy. if i find a solution on how to have a jet black hair (other than dyeing it black) and i might give it a shot! so, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGJcNb9_TyI/AAAAAAAABgY/444BZjivB-g/s1600/09082010872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGJcNb9_TyI/AAAAAAAABgY/444BZjivB-g/s400/09082010872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504063080515981090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s : in case u're wondering, most hairdressers in india are those from the north east region of india. they're indian citizen, but they have fair skin and they look more like chinese/malay. ala, u get it kan? coz they're mostly from tibet jugak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4434292210639979841?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4434292210639979841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4434292210639979841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4434292210639979841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4434292210639979841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/hairy-talk.html' title='the hairy talk'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TGJcM3WNmNI/AAAAAAAABgQ/RlFFaaky2Gw/s72-c/09082010871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2988178920104268221</id><published>2010-08-05T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T05:05:42.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough</title><content type='html'>had enough of these bloody craps and bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;dare to add up some more?&lt;br /&gt;i'll kill you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2988178920104268221?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/2988178920104268221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=2988178920104268221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2988178920104268221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2988178920104268221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/enough.html' title='enough'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3104420859150681976</id><published>2010-08-03T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:14:08.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>Seniority part II</title><content type='html'>memang i am totally against seniority. tapi dalam satuuuu je situation yang aku sokong gile seniority ; ADIK BERADIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab adik2 aku semua berperangai seperti hantu. memasing struggle je panggil aku 'akak' tapiiiii kalau datang diorang punya perangai hantu tuuu, kau 'akak' ke 'kak long' ke 'kak ngah' ke 'nenek' ke ape semua tu takde makna lagi. dengan serta merta terus bantai 'aku-kau'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kalau marah diorang ni, mimpi la diorang nak takut. time kecik2 dulu diorang takut la sampai nangis2, tapi lepas tu aku nangis 2 kali ganda lagi kuat sebab nanti diorang report kat mak aku, mak aku hentam aku balik walaupon aku innocent 120%. sekarang ni mimpi la diorang nak nangis, silap2 aku yang nangis sebab stress marah2 tapi diorang tak takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitorang kalau gaduh, 1st step adalah gaduh mulut. ingat diorang ade tapis2 ke gaduh mulut dengan aku yang bergelar kakak ni? takde punya. walaupun time kat class bahasa diorang bantai tido atau pun karangan diorang buat asal boleh, tapi kosa kata diorang bila menyumpah seranah, bole la dikatekan setanding dengan aku. stress okay gaduh mulut ngan budak kecik ni, padahal yang paling muda tu beza umur ngan aku 10 tahun gak, tapi bila memasing masuk hantu, tak semena-mena rasa cam sebaya je sumeee sebab sume cam laser je mulut kalah azwan ali youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next step kepada pergaduhan kami ialah penggunaan fizikal. haa, ini depends. ada banyak jenis ; sepak, tarik rambut, lempang, baling barang dan sebagainya. tumbuk je tak pnah lagi sebab cuak je nak tumbuk, kalau bukan mata dia yang lebam takut tangan aku yang bengkok. bayangkan adik ngan kakak bersepak-sepakan? atau bertarik-tarik rambut? adik korang ada perangai camni? ke adik aku je?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang paling aku takkan lupa sampai mati ada this one time aku gaduh dasyat gila ngan aisyah in the car. memang gaduh serious ar ni, bengang sangat sampai tarik2 rambut while i was driving. boleh? aku ingat la dia pun pandai pakai otak tkdenya nak tarik rambut aku balik sebab aku tengah drive, mane leh tarik rambut orang tgh drive, nanti ganggu konsentrasi, tapiiiii, aku rasa dalam otak dia "takpe kakak aku terer je drive so apa ada hal aku tarik rambut dia time tgh drive" maka berlakukan episodes of tarik menarik rambut between me and aisyah dalam kereta, and yes, aku terus je drive. bodoh siot. padahal gaduh sebab memasing berkira tak nak keluar kereta belikan air soya untuk berbuka. last2 ape pun tak dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, diorang apa ada hal aku ni kakak ke ape ke janji lepas. and we don't usually say sorry, selalu baik sendiri je. tau tau je esok lusa dah boleh gelak sama-sama balik. aku tak pernah la simpan sangat benda-benda ni dalam hati. sebab adik beradik pun kan, kau nak gaduh lama-lama pun tak berbaloi, esok lusa kau panggil aku jugak mintak tolong. kekadang tu baru gaduh kaw-kaw tak sampai sejam, tetiba carik aku mintak tolong hantar pegi rumah kawan. perrrgghh hangen tak hangen. aku nak tak nak kena la layan kan, kalau tak mak aku pulak yang bising. tapi ade je time aku paksa bebudak ni mintak maaf kat aku. ahahaa. tatau la if it still work now? dah lama pulak tak gaduh ngan diorang sejak duduk india nih. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, kan best kalau boleh praktikkan seniority within adik-beradik especially kalau adik-adik anda memang berperangai seperti hantu jebon sebab having these kids as my adik adalah contributory factor kepada kehidupan yang lebih stress dan stress dan stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's really such thing as seniority in siblings, kehidupan akan menjadi lebih tenang dan aman damai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3104420859150681976?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3104420859150681976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3104420859150681976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3104420859150681976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3104420859150681976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/08/seniority-part-ii.html' title='Seniority part II'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2158453594761153117</id><published>2010-08-02T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:14:08.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>Seniority</title><content type='html'>one major difference between student perempuan and student lelaki adalah seniority. most of the time, seniority adalah sangat melampau-lampau among the female students but the guys can actually get along well regardless of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this particular matter, i prefer to be one of the guys. seniority is only for idiots who thinks that having a bigger number on their age makes 'em superior than ever. it sucks to admit that seniority is actually quite common in girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea of seniority is for us to respect those who are of older age than us. yes i totally get that and i do respect those seniors of mine (as long as mereka berperangai seperti senior) tapi for some seniors, respect is just not good enough. diorang struggle jugak nak gunakan title senior tu to the max that they do stupid stuffs like ragging etc in the name of seniority. that's just, pathetic. okay, aku tak nak cerita pasal ragging coz that is so high school, so macam takde kena mengena sangat dengan kehidupan masa kini. ditch that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am against seniority. on the surface, it may sound like aku ni snobbish little girl yang bajet star tak nak respect seniors and all. tapi kalau kau tak pendek akal, u won't think that way. why do i hate seniority is because it limits students from different batches (and age) from mingling. kalau ada seniority melampau, tak erat la silatulrahim, tak gitewww u alllzzz? ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and the juniors! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrO8Dh8bI/AAAAAAAABf4/F3nQCh_kV68/s1600/27012010181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrO8Dh8bI/AAAAAAAABf4/F3nQCh_kV68/s400/27012010181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500842636751270322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukti yang menunjukkan aku sangat against seniority is when i was in school. takde maknanya nak bersenior-junior bagai. i was one cool senior okay (halamaks statement sendiri buat ;p) maksudnya, i got along well with the juniors. siap boleh lepak sama2 dekat bilik makan share2 makanan, stay up gossip2 dengan juniors, nyanyi ramai2 time tengah mandi kt bilik air (tp mandi lain2 okay) berkerjasama letak tong sampah banyak2 depan pintu warden yg kitorang tak suka (eh eh?) dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seronok okay kalau seniority tu tak melampau. aku tak rasa pulak diorang tak respect aku as a senior walaupun kitorang close macam tu. of course, dekat asrama dulu they did call me 'kak ira' but honestly, and personally, aku tak berapa nak suka orang address me as 'kakak' kalau kau setakat muda setahun dua. to me, muda setahun dua tu still di kira sebaya so tak perlu lah struggle nak panggil aku kakak. tapi takde la bermaksud aku benci bebudak yang panggil aku kakak. suka hati korang la kot. and aku sendiri pun takkan pernah reti nak bahasakan diri aku 'akak' with my juniors. i can only bahasakan diri aku 'akak' with my siblings je, or dengan budak yang 10 tahun lagi muda dari aku. tah, it feels weird la nak bahasakan diri 'akak' with juniors. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sebaya je pun kan? apesal nak menggelabah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sangat senior junior beb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrPG20jLI/AAAAAAAABgA/ohxtSD4X6vw/s1600/27012010214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrPG20jLI/AAAAAAAABgA/ohxtSD4X6vw/s400/27012010214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500842639650753714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on my side jugak, aku pun tak suka sangat panggil orang 'kakak' if she's just 1 or 2 years older. bukan apa, bukan tak respect ke apa, cuma if dah panggil 'kakak', automatically rasa ada gap dekat situ. it doesn't feel "sebaya" anymore. ingat senang ke nak buat lawak sengal if the gap is already established? nah. not fun anymore. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan semua lah. some people i can still call her 'kakak' and still boleh buat lawak sengal etc. but tah, maybe that's just my way of interpreting things kot : "bila dah panggil 'kakak', dah ada gap, so it's no longer fun". dat's what i think lah. what say u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku takdelah berkira sangat tak nak panggil orang 'kakak', it depends, kalau rasa cam kena panggil 'kakak', aku layankan je. tapi aku paling paling paling menyampah kalau orang tu sendiri sound suruh aku panggil dia 'kakak' lagi2 kalau dia tua setahun je dari aku (which most of the time, tak sampai setahun pun, ade la 3-4 bulan lagi tua dari aku) eh tolong eh, sangat takleh blah. memang aku terus palang, sumpah aku tak suka. i have no explanation for this, just tak suka. maybe sebab aku rasa dia macam menggelabah sangat nak orang respect dia kot. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi satu jenis seniority yang aku paling nyampah among the girls adalah apebila senior2 bajet bagus ni tak pasal2 label and kutuk2 junior yang tak buat pasal. eee tolong lah grow up. padahal kekadang tu junior tu tak buat pape pun, baik je aku tengok, tapi sebab budak kecik tu cun sket, kau terus nak cop budak tu gedik and ajak satu geng kau benci dia. kesian kot budak tu. tak ke tu perangai menggelabah as a senior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah, this one aku observe dari sekolah dulu lah. bila budak junior baru masuk, memang ade setengah2 member stalk diorang habis-habisan. asal budak tu kaye sket, pakai barang branded, cun sket, manje sket, atau caught menangis time call parents, terus kena cop. hek eleh, padahal kau pun nangis same time call parents masa awal2 masuk asrama dulu. tah hape2 la punya mentality. lepas tu terus pakat pulaukan budak tu ramai2 in the name of seniority. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gossip tgh2 malam sebelum pasang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strategy kenakan reban aka warden. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrPpcgFEI/AAAAAAAABgI/oBtOBgO9mKM/s1600/27012010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrPpcgFEI/AAAAAAAABgI/oBtOBgO9mKM/s400/27012010184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500842648935601218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i envy the boys when it comes to this. diorang lepak je boleh masuk ngan sesape tak kira la umur kau berapa. tapi kalau perempuan, harapan la! kalau umur kau 20, kau lepak ngan budak umur kau senyap2, takyah nak join kitorang sebab umur kitorang 21. pergh. menggelabah gila. but apart of the seniority being the main reason, i think girls are naturally like that. pfffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : so does that makes me half boyish then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s : let's not think we're superior than others because age is just a number. mari bergembira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2158453594761153117?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TFbrO8Dh8bI/AAAAAAAABf4/F3nQCh_kV68/s72-c/27012010181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5825444697216539100</id><published>2010-07-31T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:14:08.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>prezzie</title><content type='html'>looks like everyone's birthday is approaching. so hey, what do you wish for your birthday, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i never really had a grand birthday celebration. i prefer it to be small and private but meaningful. i don't need a whole bunch of strangers (or friends who come for the sake of coming) to celebrate my birthday coz seriously, number doesn't matter. it's the sincerity that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kind of person who gives away birthday presents (or souvenirs) to just anyone. yeah my bad. i only care to give presents to people who are dear to my heart. and i don't just give for the sake of giving, i give what i'd like them to have, or better still, i give things that they are looking forward to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if you think you give present because you have to give, then don't. give 'em presents because u want to, not because you have to. because seriously, it shows and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're sincere enough to give someone something, you don't just grab anything, but you'll choose carefully. you don't just care about ur own satisfaction (with the fact that u've done a good deed by giving away present to someone) but also the receiver's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, price does matter, unless you're damn rich. don't expect something grand from me, have some mercy with the fact that i'm still a student and i rely totally on the scholarship money. i might not be able to give you that expensive thing u want, but i can give you all the sincerity that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, when i was in standard 5, i spent around rm4 to buy a really cute notebook as a birthday present for my close friend. rm4 was really a lot for an 11-year-old girl, mind you. i picked the note book carefully, spending quite some time looking for the cutest possible and bought it, there goes my whole week of saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i proudly gave the present worth rm4 to her and before she could thank me ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awak, hadiah ni tak sampai rm5 pon kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha i was speechless, yes it's true, it didn't even reach rm5. sentap a bit lah but i ignored it. heheh looking back, nasib baik we were still little kids who say things we don't mean, otherwise i would have hate you for the rest of my life. in case u're wondering, yes, i'm talking about u, kamilah! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the point is, price doesn't matter as long as u're sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss those days at school when i used to bring a big paper bag on my birthday as i was expecting lots and lots of presents from friends. hehehe. yes, i went back home with the paper bag full of presents. how cute is that? but that was years ago when i was still that little kid who fancy presents so much ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days, i appreciate presents (yeah keep em coming haha) but i don't think i can ever be fooled by those presents that comes without any sincerity. camane nak cakap eh. it's not that i don't appreciate stuffs, but hey, it's too obvious i just can't ignore that feeling. i think u have to experience it for yourself before you could think that what i feel really does make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : that is why i hate the idea of giving away key chains or things like that as souvenirs because seriously serious, how many of us really do appreciate that? heh. don't lie lah come on, it shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5825444697216539100?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5825444697216539100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5825444697216539100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5825444697216539100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5825444697216539100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/prezzie.html' title='prezzie'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2069616982287002234</id><published>2010-07-26T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:01:15.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELOVEDfamily'/><title type='text'>the ceremony i missed :(</title><content type='html'>as promised, these are kak long's nikah pics. tempat adalah my house, buat kecil-kecilan bak kata abah. they're planning on the reception, insyaAllah next year. gambar2 ni bukan official pictures from the official photographer, nak tunggu yg official nye tah bila tah so i'll just upload these pics lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ketibaan Azlan Gibbs and his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12Bvs05YI/AAAAAAAABfM/I4mcKQ06JvI/s1600/36945_415224816199_562946199_4745985_4859358_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12Bvs05YI/AAAAAAAABfM/I4mcKQ06JvI/s400/36945_415224816199_562946199_4745985_4859358_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498180492445672834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dat's my daddyyyy jadi wali :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE11NcAC4vI/AAAAAAAABfE/XGQRFgTkZLw/s1600/36945_415224831199_562946199_4745988_1002397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE11NcAC4vI/AAAAAAAABfE/XGQRFgTkZLw/s400/36945_415224831199_562946199_4745988_1002397_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498179593804374770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batal air sembahyang teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12dOWn0BI/AAAAAAAABfc/9XK8XIDATtA/s1600/38058_415228416199_562946199_4746175_3560782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12dOWn0BI/AAAAAAAABfc/9XK8XIDATtA/s400/38058_415228416199_562946199_4746175_3560782_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498180964530507794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaawww love these pic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE11MqDDlCI/AAAAAAAABe0/9_QMuzk9Mas/s1600/38058_415228421199_562946199_4746176_3441763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE11MqDDlCI/AAAAAAAABe0/9_QMuzk9Mas/s400/38058_415228421199_562946199_4746176_3441763_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498179580395230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rasanya tu samping abah! i think so lah ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12dSPKdQI/AAAAAAAABfk/YYXIfq0DEGM/s1600/38898_414927296199_562946199_4738596_460257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12dSPKdQI/AAAAAAAABfk/YYXIfq0DEGM/s400/38898_414927296199_562946199_4738596_460257_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498180965572965634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni gambar paling sadis ok. all my sisters. can u see me dalam webcam tuu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES THAT'S ME TENGAH SKYPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12B61s1QI/AAAAAAAABfU/bcjwcys_U8E/s1600/35227_414926156199_562946199_4738529_2425500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12B61s1QI/AAAAAAAABfU/bcjwcys_U8E/s400/35227_414926156199_562946199_4738529_2425500_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498180495435683074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the newly wed teehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE11MU06j8I/AAAAAAAABes/cZTv682l3GQ/s1600/37471_415223991199_562946199_4745973_3666774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE11MU06j8I/AAAAAAAABes/cZTv682l3GQ/s400/37471_415223991199_562946199_4745973_3666774_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498179574698774466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay tak sabar nak jadi aunty! nak panggil ape eh? mak ngah? LOL. aunty ira lahhh ahahahahaa. tiba2 rasa nak kawin jugakkkk ;p ;p ;p jom jom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2069616982287002234?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/2069616982287002234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=2069616982287002234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2069616982287002234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2069616982287002234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/ceremony-i-missed.html' title='the ceremony i missed :('/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TE12Bvs05YI/AAAAAAAABfM/I4mcKQ06JvI/s72-c/36945_415224816199_562946199_4745985_4859358_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-7513005503953915872</id><published>2010-07-22T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:15:08.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIPSandTRICKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELOVEDfamily'/><title type='text'>How to attend an event/ceremony in Malaysia when you're abroad?</title><content type='html'>Well I just did! Apa rahsianya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype sudeyh ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, kak long I baru je selesai nikah dengan lelaki pilihan hati dia ewahhh. So, sekarang saye sudah ber-abang ipar la kan. Congrats to my dearest kak long! Sooooo happy for herrrr tapi sooooo sedih I can't be there to join the nikah ceremony :(( *nangis lebat-lebat* but I virtually attended the nikah ceremony, through Skype. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak main-main okay. Memula on skype, I pakai t-shirt je. Pastu I nampak ramai gila tetamu at my house, my sis dah suruh tukar baju proper sket. The night before when I was on the phone with my dad pun memang dia kata "nanti aku on skype time kak long punya nikah tapi kau pakai cantik2 sket, pakai baju kurung ke." I thought la he was being funny ke apa but really, semua tetamu pun leh nampak I on webcam so untuk tidak appear selenger maka I telah pun tukar baju kurung ahaha, baju je tanpa kain, pakai shorts sudeyh, calit ar lipstick sket sebab dahla I demam ni ha so muka memang habis pale la kan. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was virtually there la. Siap borak2 dengan Mak Teh, Ayah Cha, Mak Ngah ha sume lah, bukan korang kenal pun. Semua orang gelakkan I sebab I was not there :(( Suke hati je gelakkan orang, sedih tauuuuu! Abah pun same, he said nak buat nikah jeeeee, nak buat kecil-kecilan jeeeee! DUSTAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as kecil-kecilan la when it comes to my family sebab my extended family adalah sangat ramai. My dad je dah ada 12 adik beradik (in fact, my first cousin tu sebaya dengan my mom okay, betapa ramainya ) My mom pulak 8 orang adik beradik. So memang takkan la nak berkecil-kecilan. Family friends lagi.Mimpi lah. Siap berkhemah bagai. Argghhh sebenarnya macam expected la, takdenye boleh buat kecil-kecilan, tapi cam, redha tak balik Malaysia, tapi tadi time skype, cam sedih :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, memang nikah je pun. Reception kena delay lambat sikit sebab nak tunggu family belah lelaki attend the wedding. Ohhh, jom I kenalkan abang ipar I (teeheee it does feel weird) His name is John, he's from Cardiff UK, umur I tak sure, 30++ rasenye ahaha okay that's too much of details. Dia dah lama ulang alik ke Malaysia for business purpose, uh oh, he's a chef. So dia dah lama kenal my sister and they started as friends then baru bercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia dah peluk Islam about 2 weeks ago kot. Ke last week. I pun tak berapa nak sure, my dad yang tolong settlekan semua. So let's welcome him teeheee :) Uh oh, nama Islam dia adalah Azlan Abdullah. He picked the name himself. My kak long suggested Faisal, but tah dia tak nak. But Azlan does suit him better kot :D and disebabkan the photo I snapped through Skype adalah tidak clear, maka I curi gmbar ni dari facebook kak long I ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhbwlmjJOI/AAAAAAAABeU/88oetCYOPtI/s1600/31686_397749661199_562946199_4291520_965119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhbwlmjJOI/AAAAAAAABeU/88oetCYOPtI/s400/31686_397749661199_562946199_4291520_965119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496744235491337442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him once time dia datang my house hari tu. Teehee he's slowly learning the Malay culture lah, he even makan pakai tangan masa dekat my house tu. See I was always a bit sceptical about dating someone who's not of the same race and religion tapi macam, love just happen kan, you can't decide you won't fall in love with orang jenis macam ni la macam tu lah coz love knows no boundaries. Cewah. So tak nak lah sceptical lagi pasal benda ni hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the reception, insyaAllah next year when families from both sides are free. Family Azlan aka John pun memang nak sangat attend the wedding. Hehe sporting kan mereka? :D Kali ni they will have to consider me when deciding the date for the reception. Kalau tak I merajuk 10 tahun. Seriousssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sape2 yang adik beradik dia ke kawin when u're abroad, you can attend the wedding through Skype. Memang la tak sama macam attend the wedding for real tapi cam okay la gak, I memang siap dengar akad nikah, makcik2 kecoh, anak2 sedara sepupu menangis la apa la semua ahahaha. Teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is, saya sangat happy for my sister. Tak lama lagi bole la I jadi aunty yeay! ;p It feels just like yesterday when we were kids, main lompat2 dari katil double decker, main monopoly lepas tu I merajuk sebab I asik kalah, main batu seremban la, I used to listen to her high school stories and time tu I budak hingusan sekolah rendah lagi so I can't wait to grow up sebab cerita2 dia dekat sekolah menengah adalah sangat best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be jealous of her sebab dia pakai barang branded tapi I selaku budak hingusan pakai barang Kiki Lala atau KIKO sahaja. I used to curik her branded jeans and tops and buat harta sendiri ahahaha. Used to try on her lipstick and all senyap2 when she's not around lol. Zaman I pakai seluar baggy2 and baju besar2 I used to criticized her why lah dia suka sangat nak pakai baju ketat2 jeans ketat2 semua. LOL. It's amazing eh how time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our bitter times together. We fought, we cried, we didn't talk to each other for some silly reasons. She cursed me, I cursed her too, a lot in fact hahaha but at the end of the day, we do turn to each other because she's my big sister and I'm her little sister and nothing can change that. Ouh I miss you and I love youuuu, Congrats kak long, I'm so so so happy for youuuu and I hope you'll have happy gooooood days ahead :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhcfNCkBBI/AAAAAAAABek/Psz_aY4gRUM/s1600/27012010225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhcfNCkBBI/AAAAAAAABek/Psz_aY4gRUM/s400/27012010225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745036351800338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhce1E12SI/AAAAAAAABec/uvDKWG3RsS8/s1600/27012010221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhce1E12SI/AAAAAAAABec/uvDKWG3RsS8/s400/27012010221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496745029918906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later I will post up her nikah pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-7513005503953915872?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/7513005503953915872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=7513005503953915872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/7513005503953915872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/7513005503953915872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-attend-eventceremony-in-malaysia.html' title='How to attend an event/ceremony in Malaysia when you&apos;re abroad?'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEhbwlmjJOI/AAAAAAAABeU/88oetCYOPtI/s72-c/31686_397749661199_562946199_4291520_965119_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-8168148396184716361</id><published>2010-07-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T04:54:13.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRLfriends'/><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Last night me and my girls went out to celebrate Nadia's upcoming birthday at Opus. I basically have nothing much to tell about that night, so just enjoy the pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ini rakan sekelas saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIhoiCxaMI/AAAAAAAABeM/kJmnqQDe7go/s1600/35141_1501143683547_1082824788_1506193_6782795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIhoiCxaMI/AAAAAAAABeM/kJmnqQDe7go/s400/35141_1501143683547_1082824788_1506193_6782795_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494991475562342594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIgcVGDI1I/AAAAAAAABeE/eDX_7f--EqE/s1600/34676_1501142803525_1082824788_1506184_686028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIgcVGDI1I/AAAAAAAABeE/eDX_7f--EqE/s400/34676_1501142803525_1082824788_1506184_686028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494990166416368466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIae9XftwI/AAAAAAAABds/BDw-RJGwXrc/s1600/34637_409717348841_783088841_4543606_3246249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIae9XftwI/AAAAAAAABds/BDw-RJGwXrc/s400/34637_409717348841_783088841_4543606_3246249_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494983614516934402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bersama vocalist saya, baz dan keyboardist saya, sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIgbmnFiCI/AAAAAAAABd0/glBXMXmEYmE/s1600/34676_1501142683522_1082824788_1506181_4603707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIgb7zoLMI/AAAAAAAABd8/QQ9gJqXqiEY/s400/34676_1501142763524_1082824788_1506183_2414176_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494990159628217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIZNt7hAuI/AAAAAAAABdE/6P8SmaVoVYU/s1600/38272_409692858841_783088841_4543006_2607561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIZNt7hAuI/AAAAAAAABdE/6P8SmaVoVYU/s400/38272_409692858841_783088841_4543006_2607561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494982218803643106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;underneath pokok kelapa, i will wait for youuu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TEIaeu6yc_I/AAAAAAAABdk/0fL8miCuNlI/s1600/34637_409717338841_783088841_4543604_2533633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(ceh bunyi macam orang kaya je) one month back, the RTO guy told me to come on 12th July to collect my permanent driving license without me having to take the driving test. tapi 12th July lepas aku ada exam, so sebab tu aku pergi hari ni, 16th July. aku budget memang semua dah settle. tinggal nak datang amek license je. because that's what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat dekat RTO tu busy sket. kekadang takde parking, so aku ajak Sheila teman. at least dia boleh tunggu dalam kereta if tkde parking. lagipun aku bukannye nak pergi register ke apa, nak collect license je, dalam 5-10 minit siap lah kot. takde la aku rasa bersalah sangat buat sheila tunggu lama2. aku memang tak suke eh drag orang teman aku berjam2 untuk hal aku sendiri. yes, good friends memang takkan berkira nak teman kau ke apa, tapi aku sendiri rasa tak selesa kalau orang kena teman aku tunggu berjam2 untuk hal aku. that's why i prefer to shop alone most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, memang takde parking. so i parked the car sesuka hati and leave the car key with sheila. in case ada kereta nak keluar, sheila boleh tolong alih kan. so pergi lah gua jumpa mamat RTO ni yang janji manis nak bagi permanent license gua hari ni. sampai2 je, service memang sikit punya cilakatos ah. lembap haram. temperature meter gua start naik dah. hati aku kalau ngan keling ni, memang macam engine yg cepat panas. cepat je aku rasa nak melenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak pepasal aku kena isi form lagi. tak pasal2 pulak kena lagi xerox(photostate) semua residential permit, passport, visa. tak pasal2 dia mintak gambar aku lagi. eh babi btol. hari tu dah bagi 4 keping gmbar kot. lepas tu kalau betul kena bagi another pic, inform la awal2, eeeee memang sakit hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupanya tak dapat pun permanent license hari ni. the actual thing was i need to undergo another fucking procedure to get my permanent license done. bukannya terus dapat permanent license. cakap keling memang tak boleh pakai. dia ye ye convinced aku kata on 12th july memang aku akan dapat the damn license. bangang. cakap pakai bontot tak pakai otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first kena isi form, lepas tu mamat RTO ni bawak aku upstairs, kena beratur to get signature orang atasan RTO lagi, beratur panjang ok? lepas tu kena turun balik buat tu ini lalala blablaba macam haram, then tak semena2 the RTO guy kata aku kena amek driving test. aku memang hangen ah. dahla aku nak cepat, sheila was waiting outside, tetibe nak suro aku amek driving test. padahal before this dah deal takyah amek driving test coz i already paid him extra amount. lepas tu mamat celaka ni ye ye insist kata dia tak pernah maksudkan macam tu. kepala hangguk lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku memang menggelegak maksima ok? tengah duduk ni, bila dia sungguh2 insist suruh aku bayar lebih, and that he never said such thing, aku terus bangun, hentak meja and jerit cam perempuan histeria dekat dia. padan muka kau. mata aku siap berair ok? bukan sedih ke apa. sorry lah aku nak sedih2 touching2 dengan keling eh, tapi mata berair sebab aku sakit hati tahap maksima, sakit hati yg maha dasyat yang memang tak tahan gile. silap orang la bai nak cakap keling ngan gua. gua dah masak dengan perangai kaum lu la wei. mamat tu terus terdiam. pakcik kat seblah aku yang tengah register driving class pun dah cuak. mana taknya, tempat tu dah la rata2 lelaki, perempuan memang habis ciput, tak semena2 pulak ada perempuan mengamuk siap hentak meja kan. memang bikin panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time tu aku memang tak reti malu. mampos ah nak kata aku gila ke apa. aku dah la papa kedana, susah payah datang buat license, kau ada hati nak paw aku lagi. hoi, duit yang tinggal kat aku ni pun belum tentu dapat support aku smpai hujung bulan ni tau tak?! dahla memang aku dah bayar lebih. memang celaka punya makhluk. tapi lepas aku buat drama, dia terus cool down, terus agree that i don't have to pay extra and i dont even have to take the driving test. tau kau nak cuak ngan aku. heh, nampak sangat motif kau untuk paw aku yang miskin hina ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu aku kena naik atas, amek gambar pulak. hangguk ah aku tak tau pulak kena amek gmbar. aku dahla memang pegi RTO pakai selekeh, muka sikit pun tak tepek bedak, rambut pun tak sikat bebetul. ah mampus. lagi pulak aku baru lepas mengamuk, mamat celaka RTO tu pulak memang kat luar tengok aku amek gambar. tak kuasa aku nak posing ayu depan camera time tgh panas hati. outcome nya gambar aku memang buruk gila. muka chronic habis. muka masam memang tak nak kalah. wakakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok settle. so mamat RTO ni pun kata lah semua dah settle, nanti dia post the license to my house. hati gua dah tenang sket. ok lah gua nak ciao balik. tak kuasa nak deal lama2 dengan manusia macam ni. tapi manusia camni memang insaf sekejap je weh, tetiba boleh attempt nak paw aku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"madam, u pay rs500 for service charge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saje kan tak nak bagi aku cool down. aku dah lek lok senyap kau saje cari pasal balik. kau nk duit kau paw la boss kau tu bodoh! aku fire dia untuk kali keduanya sambil aku terus ciao. dia cam follow aku jugak, ada hati nk pujuk rayu aku bagi service charge. memang cilakatos yang persistent habis. sepanjang2 jalan tu aku marah2 membebel2, memang dah tak rupa perempuan ah. tengah aku sungguh2 marah, bebel2, ngamuk2, boleh la kan aku terpelecok siap dengan melatah mak nenek. babun betol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa mamat tu tahan gelak. celaka. tapi aku memang dah tergelak dulu walaupun aku tengah marah gila babs time tu. lepas tu baru pandai mamat tu nak ikut gelak sama. oh suka kau gelakkan aku terpelecok kan. ni memang situasi paling annoying siot, mana boleh orang tengah marah tetiba tergelak! damn ah! lepas tu terus kau diam tak petik dah pasal service charge. oh, considered done eh sbb aku dh memalukan diri terpelecok depan kau? babi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me about me 1 hour to settle everything dekat RTO. rasa bersalah gila dekat sheila sebab kena tunggu dalam kereta for 1 hour. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa kalau tau sumpah pergi sendiri naik auto lagi bagus. tapi on our way back home, memang tak stop menyumpah seranah keling ni ok? tambah pulak traffic dekat mathikere time tu macam haram, lagi lah handal aku menyumpah seranah. damn ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the person i've become. tapi orang2 yang tak pnah deal dengan keling india ni memang takkan get the picture of how sickening it is untuk berurusan dengan keling india ni. sejak dah 3 tahun tercampak dekat india ni, i've become a super hot-tempered person. super duper hyper hot-tempered. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau one day keluar paper seorang pelajar perempuan melayu dekat india gaduh dengan orang tempatan bangalore, aku mintak ampun awal2. mak aku pun dah cuak2 kot2 aku get into trouble sebab she actually saw me mengamuk with an indian waiter time dia datang visit me in bangalore some time ago. tell u what, mengamuk is the only way to get the indians do their work right!!! i am still the same nice person whenever i'm home in malaysia. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : sheila pun pernah marah gila sangat2 smpai nangis dpn pakcik auto durjana yang nak paw duit dia tapi tak hantar sampai tempat yang dia nak. seee? i'm not the only person. duduk negara keling ni memang depresi tahap maksima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6804335124548952031?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6804335124548952031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6804335124548952031' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6804335124548952031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6804335124548952031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/swinging-bowl-aka-mangkuk-hayun.html' title='swinging bowl a.k.a mangkuk hayun'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-315995700964788589</id><published>2010-07-15T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:51:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devil may care</title><content type='html'>how many of us really do care what other people say(or think) about you?&lt;br /&gt;i'd say,&lt;br /&gt;i'm too busy(or very much occupied) to do so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak kecik hati kau kata aku,&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku panas hati kau petik pasal family,&lt;br /&gt;tapi takpe lah mungkin juga kau kategori pendek akal,&lt;br /&gt;so aku maafkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : tomorrow is my ophthalmology practical exam! the last one to go (for now) woot woot! see you in my next post :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-315995700964788589?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/315995700964788589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=315995700964788589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/315995700964788589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/315995700964788589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/devil-may-care.html' title='devil may care'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1646762715195028048</id><published>2010-07-09T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:58:35.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired!</title><content type='html'>okay it's 3 am in the morning and i'm still up! what's upppp! just finished watching this seriesss ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBGYN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TDeWIrHGljI/AAAAAAAABc8/hIBy3DGbie0/s1600/OBSTETRICS-AND-GYNECOLOGY-DOCTORS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TDeWIrHGljI/AAAAAAAABc8/hIBy3DGbie0/s400/OBSTETRICS-AND-GYNECOLOGY-DOCTORS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492023346357245490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is korean series, tajuk dia OBGYN! obgyn is obstetric and gynaecology to those who don't know! kalau dekat malaysia, they usually call it O&amp;amp;G or pakar sakit puan! totally what i love! i am not usually a big fan of any medical series though i like 'em to a certain extend macam grey's anatomy or house but macam kalau tak tengok pun takpe but this series is a killerrrr!! seriously, it's a must watch for all the future-obstetricians/gynaecologists! and pediatricians also...coz obviously after u deliver, the baby will straight away be under the care of pediatricians kan, so this OBGYN series is very much involved with OBG (O&amp;amp;G) and pediatrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be that woman in this series! am totally inspired!! ergghhh can't get over it! i dunno why lah i am soooo into OBG, the interest was there since i entered medical school lagi and now the interest and passion is peaking so much more like never before! ahahaha. OBG is still my number 1 choice :) sangat nak jadi tolong lah paham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder if i can make it that far..danggg! this is by far, my biggest dream ever :) i can't wait to graduate, so i can't further my study in this field, and finally jadi one of the best obstetrician in my country! wooot! dream high kan...everything starts with a dream, so, allow me to have one too teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this series banyak tunjuk obstetric cases, some gynaecology cases and some pediatric cases...ada jugak a lil bit of organ transplantation, neurology cases (2nd love that is!) and a few others! and u can't runaway from love story la obviously kan. of course, there's love story in this series, between an obstetrician and a pediatrician ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, so much of medical thingy. lol. it's true that i whine a lot about taking up medicine, penat belajar lah, banyak exam lah, banyak benda kena hafal lah, class berlambak lah, but at the end of the day, i'll realize that this is what i love! and i'm thankful for that! at least i don't regret taking up medicine. ok lah regret seminit 2 minit sebab cam fed-up belajar takpe kannn?? ;p andddd, siapa tau if ada any other series that involves OBG, do let me know!! hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason why you should watch this series is because, that pediatrician guy in this series is soooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeet so down to earth soooo kind soooo cute pulak tu i soooo fall in love with his character! kalau ada laki macam ni depan mata yang nak kat kita, lepas tu kita reject, memang bengong ah! ok lah, enough of my jakun-ness! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : tengok tau cerita niii! i don't usually make a review of any movies or series but this one is the best! ok lah, maybe sebab saya suka OBG, but stillll! okay shut up ira. good nite semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : nak try tidur sambil berangan i jadi that woman in the series. byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1646762715195028048?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1646762715195028048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1646762715195028048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1646762715195028048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1646762715195028048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspired.html' title='inspired!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TDeWIrHGljI/AAAAAAAABc8/hIBy3DGbie0/s72-c/OBSTETRICS-AND-GYNECOLOGY-DOCTORS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1089668915726043819</id><published>2010-07-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T05:35:33.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>potong betul ah...</title><content type='html'>korang annoyed tak kalau selalu exam? baru lepas exam, exam lagi, exam lagi, dan lagi, dan lagi, dan mati. gua annoyed la exam bersepah sana sini. eehh, nak lari balik malaysia boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tau final aku ari tu dah pun 3 bulan berlalu, tapi bebbbb, 3 bulan tk 3 bulan, exam gua hari tu continuous more than 2 months, rehat pun ciput2, sekarang sudah mau exam balik. eh, penat boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali ni, sumpah malas. ni dah cukup last minute, tapi tak start sungguh2 pun lagi. stakat bukak buku lepas tu layan chatting. apa kau bajet kau cemerlang gemilang nak buat camtu? (kepada diri sendiri) arrgghhh, stress lak pikir. nak sambung tido ah camni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and dengan bangganya, aku ingin meng-upload gambar nadia sedang drive dengan penuh dedikasinya di bangalore yang traffic macam harem. ah, sini kalau orang jalan kaki on the road tuuu, memang macam jalan mak bapak datuk nenek moyang dia punya. punya lah tengah2 alam kau jalan, dulu2 aku rajin gak hon sebab tanak kasi orang tu nyawa pendek kena langgar ngan aku, tapi sekarang aku rasa ringan je nak langgar sorang2. (eh eh mintak jauh, saje je cakap macam poyo, tapi kegeraman aku tu adalah tidak poyo, itu adalah ikhlas dari hati yg tulus murni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TDMgtvi7baI/AAAAAAAABc0/rtcw1KIb5ng/s1600/37225_412691401580_537126580_5075059_2347650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TDMgtvi7baI/AAAAAAAABc0/rtcw1KIb5ng/s400/37225_412691401580_537126580_5075059_2347650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490768340923936162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari tu aku panas hati betul makcik 2 orang jalan tengah2 jalan, time tu aku drive sorang2. aku hon lek lok dia buat selamba dek dia jeee. macam cibai wa cakap sama lu. aku hangen, aku bukak tingkap, jerit macam keling kat dia. itu pun dia boleh buat muka tak bersalah. kalau cantik takpe gak! ini muka pecah lepas tu nak buat muka toya. ah, hangen hangen. hoh kau. aku pun dah adapt jadi keling. naseb la. kesian parents aku, penat membesarkan aku dengan nilai-nilai murni gadis melayu, bila tercampak kat india, terus switch jadi anak keling. (eh eh asal aku kutuk diri sendiri!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, peringat umum untuk nadia yang dah terer drive. lepas ni leh la kita take turn untuk ponteng ye. kau jangan nak ngelat! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ah. aku nak pergi cs beli chocolate banyak2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1089668915726043819?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1089668915726043819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1089668915726043819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1089668915726043819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1089668915726043819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/potong-betul-ah.html' title='potong betul ah...'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TDMgtvi7baI/AAAAAAAABc0/rtcw1KIb5ng/s72-c/37225_412691401580_537126580_5075059_2347650_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2623744507454011971</id><published>2010-07-03T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T04:55:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that guy I wanna make babies with ;p</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm not as horny as the title sounds hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my mom has been talking much about marriage with me! Erkkk! Yes, dulu I yang selalu gatal cakap pasal kawin with my mom, but it was just a plain conversation but apparently, my mom thought I was serious bout getting married soon and siap bagi green light kot she said if I really do wanna get married now time tengah belajar, she has nothing against it. Whooaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before kawin, kena reality check dulu. I have to be sure that the guy I'm marrying is really someone worth spending my whole life with. Kalau tersilap kawin dengan laki ala-ala Jejai ex husband  Nora Danish who is now dating Fasha Sanda and at the same time pergi announce dekat the whole world yang Tiz Zaqyah nak date nak dengan dia, kan naya. OK kantoi baca gossip artis hari-hari wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK hari ni bukan gossip artis popular, bukan juga pasal artis suam-suam kuku. Hari ni gossip pasal diri sendiri je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is that guy I wanna make babies with? Jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tak panas baran.&lt;/span&gt; Not a good match cuz I can no longer tolerate dengan orang panas baran. Sebab kalau orang tu jenis panas baran suka pakai kata-kata kesat, sorry beb, gua punya kosa kata kesat pun tak kurang hebatnya, just don't let me use them all. Kalau orang tu jenis panas baran suka terajang girlfriend/bini, errr, I have pepper spray with me all the time ;p hahah (Nanti lah, aku dah lama berazam nak amek self defense class sebenarnya ;p)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who mean what he said, and do what he promised to.&lt;/span&gt; Sebenarnya this is really lacking in most guys nowadays. Cakap ikut suka jeeee, janji apa yang dia cakap tu sedapkan hati aku time tu, dia cakap, tapi when it comes to fulfilling what he said, he failed miserably. INI PANTANG YG MAHA BESAR BAGI AKU. I am that girl who will remember every promises made to her(me lah), and I will feel so sedih so mad so frustrated if whatever yang you promised tu, you tak buat. Walaupun benda kecil. I take your every word seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who will say sorry when he knows he has to. &lt;/span&gt;And orang yang kenal aku closely will know that I am not that kind of person yang berdendam and suka drag a fight lama2. A sincere sorry will do. And pls, I pantang orang tak cakap sorry lepas tu buat-buat like nothing happened. IT'S NOT OKAY AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punctual.&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind waiting, but I hate to be the only person who has to wait and wait and wait. INI JUGA PANTANG. But judging from our culture, the malay culture, punctuality is hard to instill, really. But tolonglah punctual when going out for a date with your girlfriend. Sebab tahu kah anda wahai boyfriend2, girlfriend anda sanggup bangun awal, spend nearly an hour depan meja solek, and another 1 hour trying out baju, just to go out for a date with you. So, it's a big turn off when the boyfriend is late for a date! (Sila baca 3 kali sebagai menunjukkan betapa pentingnya punctuality in a relationship)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a party animal.&lt;/span&gt; It's a real no-no. If I have to choose between a party animal and a nerd, I'd rather choose the nerd teehee. Alcohol and drugs are not okay with me. Ini boleh meruntuhkan rumah tangga. Social smoker is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Educated and can really make money out of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Before tuduh I sebagai materialistic, I am here to say that I am being realistic. Takde perempuan yang nak kawin and be the only person who will contribute financially to the family. Not to say that I won't contribute, but the guy has bigger responsibility on this. Kan girlsss? ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaks English fluently. &lt;/span&gt;English yang terabur is a turn off. And I super adore guys who are good at words coz I'm a sucker for beautiful words, be it written or spoken. OKlah, spoken geli sikit kot. Haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who is able to protect me(and the family) fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m anything and anyone. &lt;/span&gt;Ciri-ciri sebegini is well seen pada hero cerita Hindustan. Yes, I want someone exactly like hero cerita hindustan. Someone yang juga tough dan kuat. Jangan pulak kalau perompak masuk rumah, the husband menyorok belakang I. Kalau camtu, I will terajang the husband first, baru the perompak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romantic and sweet walaupun dah 10 tahun together. &lt;/span&gt;Tidak memerlukan ulasan yang panjang lebar. I'm a sucker for this, enough said. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who is willing to layan my interest and make effort to like it as well.&lt;/span&gt; Opposite attraction is common, but common interest is crucial. So, if your guy loves football, the girl kena lah make effort to at least like it as well. And if I love travelling, the guy kena lah willing to teman I travel. Tapi kalau willing to go travel with me, tak payah nak merungut all the way time travel, "penat lah", "banyak habis duit lah", "tak best lah". Tak sincere langsung kot. If you're not willing to adapt, then you're not willing to be with me. Well said, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who is able to guide me. &lt;/span&gt;Semua orang pun nak laki macam ni. Kalau laki tu hanyut, mintak maap lah. Selamat jalan romeo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone yang hebat kemahiran hidup.&lt;/span&gt; Okay seriously, a guy needs to have some basics on how to fix things. It's a must. You should be able to change the light bulb (wakakak ok tipu, ini aku pun boleh buat), do a little bit of plumbing, errr, sedikit aktiviti pertukangan ke, reformat the laptop ke, wiring ke, engine ke, anything lah. Alah, I don't know much. Afterall, it's a guy thing. Tak macho lah kalau tak tau. Haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone yang tidak mengamalkan white lie.&lt;/span&gt; Eh, cannot tahan lah this one. If you think white lie can save a relationship, to me, white lie can ruin a relationship! I prefer to face a cold truth than a white lie. And pls eh, pantang kot orang cakap tak serupa bikin. "Jap sayang, lagi 5 mins sampai, I tengah nak masuk parking" padahal still on the road! WHOAAHHHH! Ini bikin panas ye masss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Heee. Boleh je nak tulis banyak lagi sebenarnya. Haha. But the rest are the minor-minor things that I can tolerate kot. What I listed are what I really am looking for in a guy, for a serious relationship that is. Not that I am still looking ;p Me available nehi hai. Eh eh pepandai cakap hindustan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, adalah sangat ramai my friends + old friends yang kawin and tunang. Honestly, I sedikit jealous. I so adore guys who are not afraid to take your relationship to the next level. Meaning, he's not afraid to commit. Coz to me, if a guy really want you, he'll do just anything to prove it. Bukan bagi alasan berjela. Ini tak, pandai bercinta, pandai berdating, pandai menggatal, but when it comes to marriage, the guy freaks out. Eleh, ramai je macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously lah, if freak out sebab tengah belajar and still takde duit, I can understand. But if dah stable semua and still freak out, you just show the real you. There's really no point of spending another day with a guy like that. Eh eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet little thing ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TC8g31GmaJI/AAAAAAAABcs/KgXFKB3A7H0/s1600/perfect_guy_quote-4350.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TC8g31GmaJI/AAAAAAAABcs/KgXFKB3A7H0/s400/perfect_guy_quote-4350.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489642614307580050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, have a good day everyone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2623744507454011971?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/2623744507454011971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=2623744507454011971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2623744507454011971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2623744507454011971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-guy-i-wanna-make-babies-with-p.html' title='that guy I wanna make babies with ;p'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TC8g31GmaJI/AAAAAAAABcs/KgXFKB3A7H0/s72-c/perfect_guy_quote-4350.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-6824310247495915584</id><published>2010-06-30T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:10:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa bangga sangat dowh?</title><content type='html'>weh tolong bagitau aku, sedap sangat-sangat ke alcohol ni? sedap sgt ke beer or vodka or wine or anything lah? sedap ke dowh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak paham ah orang sekarang ni. memang la i may not be orang yg alim yang layak nak tegur this and that. kau nak minum, kau punya pasal lah. cuma if orang tu close to me, and jenis open to advices, and aku pun sayang dia, tanak dia hanyut sorang2 (eh eh, bukan bermaksud aku nak teman dia hanyut eh), aku try la ingat-ingatkan. yelah, aku tak perfect mana. kang bila aku ingatkan, aku pulak yang kena balik. manusia memang camtu, asal kau tak perfect, kau tak boleh nasihat. heh. aparra punya mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to this thing, asal eh orang sekarang selamba je minum-minum ni? ke orang dulu pun selamba minum-minum tapi aku je yang ketinggalan? ehhh, siap upload dalam facebook okayyy! siap muka gembira tengah tonggang arak sebotol? apakah? at least orang kalau buat benda tak baik, buat lah sorok2. ini tak, siap nak tayang satu dunia. gila apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ni, aku rasa nilai kemanusiaan tu dah makin pupus kot. minum arak pun nak bangga? habis modern lah? habis uptown? habis stylo eh minum2 ni? gila sial, kiranya aku tak cukup stylo lah ni. tak boleh jadi dowh. kene try sepam! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's happening to the world now. ye lah aku manusia kolot. aku memang tak boleh terima orang minum alcohol ni. to me, it's not okay to try, tapi cam paham kot sometimes ada jenis manusia ni curiosity melampau2, so they drink, tapi stop kat situ sudeyh. kalau tiap2 malam pun kau nak tonggang arak, seriously la weh, i think u're gone - WASTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab antara minum arak, berzina and membunuh,&lt;br /&gt;minum arak is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you know?!&lt;br /&gt;arak adalah ibu segala kejahatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6824310247495915584?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6824310247495915584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6824310247495915584' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6824310247495915584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6824310247495915584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/apa-bangga-sangat-dowh.html' title='apa bangga sangat dowh?'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5657203685903957340</id><published>2010-06-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:00:07.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIPSandTRICKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>How To Walk In High Heels?</title><content type='html'>Personally, I think high heels are the most beautiful invention for women lah. Okay, if you know me closely, then you know that I have this unexplained craze towards shoes particularly high heels. Well, different women different obsession kot. It could be handbags, jewelry, lipstick! (teeeheeee!), earrings (used to be a big fan back in high school) so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEo_htmUI/AAAAAAAABck/y09oaVW6w4A/s1600/720_shoesomg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEo_htmUI/AAAAAAAABck/y09oaVW6w4A/s400/720_shoesomg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488204198198483266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, why high heels you might wanna ask. I started wearing high heels when I was as young as 13, matched with my baggy pants and loose shirt. HAHA. FASHION DISASTER weh, uh oh, juga with my round spectacles! LOL. So, it's obvious that I didn't slip on my high heels for cosmetic purpose back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But true enough, wearing high heels help to boost up your confidence level. Okay, this may not be true for everyone, but it does hold true for me. Kenapa eh? Maybe because I boleh jalan sama tinggi with my friends who have model height kot. Being the shortest (no, I'm not talking about me haha) among your friends can be pretty depressing. In this case, height does matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, I'm not gonna give you tips on how to walk in high heels because you already know. Common sense la kan. If you're not used to walk in high heels, you can start off slowly with a steady chunkier heels rather than the thin pointed stiletto kind of high heels. You need to first learn how to balance yourself when walking in high heels and for that, you need to get the right posture when walking in high heels. More and more practise will do, you don't need a class or anything on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been wearing high heels regularly for quite some time (quite a few years indeed), recently, I experienced pain in lower half of my lower limb including both knees and also back pain. The knees felt like they can no longer bear the pressure and hurt a lot especially when ascending or descending the stairs. And the back pain was mainly on the lumbar region (go google where lumbar is) and I had a hard time dealing with it. And guess what, it started during my Euro trip! Potong kan, tapi I kentalkan je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm not aware of the side effects of wearing high heels but I neglected the whole fact about how harmful high heels are to our body because I've become too attached with high heels. Ceh ayat tak boleh poyo lagi kan. Yeah, truth is, I even went shopping with my high heels. And my shopping isn't just 1 or 2 hours. My kind of shopping-day-out can be from sun to sun, really, and I'll still stand tough in my high heels. That bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were time when I felt so much comfortable in my high heels rather than taking them off my feet. Yes, apparently, walking barefoot on a flat ground used to hurt my feet. And just because I've been a regular user of high heels, I came to think that I look hideous when wearing flats or sneakers. No, I didn't just think, coz when I looked into the mirror, I really do look weird with flats or sneakers. Now, you can see how this love-for-high-heels-thingy affects me psychologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tapi high heels ni buruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEoVa5v0I/AAAAAAAABcc/V8s_WwmN0Rg/s1600/high-chair-shoes-high-heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEoVa5v0I/AAAAAAAABcc/V8s_WwmN0Rg/s400/high-chair-shoes-high-heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488204186895630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True that most women won't mind standing in the most uncomfortable high heels for cosmetic sake. I do too. Not to say that you can't wear your high heels at all, but take me as an example of a high heels victim. You don't wanna hurt your knees and your back like I did kan? I'm lucky that the pain gets relieved after a few weeks of 'no high heels' geez, to be honest, I kinda freaked out at first. Takut lah kan. Right after I get the pain, terus google about side effects of wearing high heels and there were lotsssss of them!! You can even end up having surgery for your knee pain and back pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I gotta start wearing flats more often though honestly, I don't like flats at all hmm but I've to cuz I dun wanna injure my feet some more. And the thing with my feet is, I've a wide feet and "wide feet + flats" makes a hideous combination cuz tiba2 nanti nampak kaki terlebih lebar and hodoh lah camane nak explain eh? Kalau rajin nanti boleh suruh I demonstrate wahahah but anyway, hodoh tak hodoh, sekarang I learnt it the hard way so conclusion is, pakai high heels sila berpada-pada okay sebab side effects of wearing high heels yang korang baca dekat internet adalah bukan cerita dongeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baiklah, I will limit myself from wearing high heels too much after this. But after a few weeks of feet resting, I think I am now ready to rock with my high heels wahahaha. Eh eh tak sedar diri, okay sila berpijak di bumi yang nyata. LESS HIGH HEELS, MORE FLATS iskk -_-" But I would be really grateful if anyone of you wants to treat me this heartthrob ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEnfNiStI/AAAAAAAABcM/2vhYIaTDUGw/s1600/converse_high_heel_sneakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEnfNiStI/AAAAAAAABcM/2vhYIaTDUGw/s400/converse_high_heel_sneakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488204172344052434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time dekat London hari tu, meleleh je tengok kasut macam ni haisshh! Time tu duit nyawa-nyawa ikan. Ketaq tangan tengok harga grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5657203685903957340?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5657203685903957340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5657203685903957340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5657203685903957340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5657203685903957340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-walk-in-high-heels.html' title='How To Walk In High Heels?'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TCoEo_htmUI/AAAAAAAABck/y09oaVW6w4A/s72-c/720_shoesomg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5062603002052164809</id><published>2010-06-25T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:05:58.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random random aje</title><content type='html'>hello hello. this blog dah jadi sunyi sepi eh lately. too lazy to hit the keyboard and type it all out. i am not at all busy though the first internal assessment is coming up real soon! padahal rasa macam baru je final hari tuuu! baru je struggle untuk final dah nak ada exam lagi :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who don't know, i am now in my third phase of MBBS. in this phase, we'll have to concentrate on ENT, Opthalmology and Community Medicine and we'll be having our final examination on these 3 subjects in April. too soon ehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of these 3 subjects are my favourite. tapi ENT and opthal boleh blah lagi lah, interesting jugak kadang2. but commed, cannot go lahhhh! dari first year kot belajar commed but i seriously dunno what we actually learn in commed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, commed adalah sangat tidak menarik, 2ndly, doctor2 commed adalah sangat tidak menyelerakan dan tidak memberansangkan, 3rdlyyyyy, sangat tak suka pergi posting dekat primary health centre tuuuu! tapi malangnya, exam commed lagi 3 weeks camtu. maka dengan itu, i have to stop whining and start studying (bila tah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh. tau tak we won't get cuti for raya this year. meaning, i'll be celebrating my raya in india. yek la jugak kan. but takde la sedih sgt tak dapat balik raya coz as u know, i dun have kampung and all pun so first day raya confirm melepek dekat rumah jugak kalau balik pun so macam it's okay for me untuk tidak balik raya. dengan syarat, jangan cakap my mom masak apa on pagi raya. boleh nangis serta merta sebab kuah kacang my mom adalah sangat magical. anddd, i won't have new baju raya this year. will be wearing the old ones je kot sob sobbb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh, belum ganti puasa ahhh! ok. minggu depan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5062603002052164809?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5062603002052164809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5062603002052164809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5062603002052164809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5062603002052164809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-random-aje.html' title='random random aje'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-6557566566197155090</id><published>2010-06-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:58:51.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>receptor</title><content type='html'>receptor paling tak berguna,&lt;br /&gt;adalah,&lt;br /&gt;pain receptor pada hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go shopping! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-6557566566197155090?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/6557566566197155090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=6557566566197155090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6557566566197155090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/6557566566197155090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/receptor.html' title='receptor'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4163923837766115194</id><published>2010-06-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:04:29.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BELOVEDfamily'/><title type='text'>FULLhouse! :D</title><content type='html'>asik letak pics dengan member2 je kan. okay this time letak pics dengan family terchenta! baru 2 weeks balik msia, rindu sudahhhh! and since today is father's day, nak cakapppp, happy father's day to my macho mannn aka ABAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't usually take much pictures together, we refer to my family. tapi that day, ada lah sikit2 gambar ;p so i might as well cuci 'em all cepat2 nanti kan. hehehe. sooo, this is my family terchenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kekenyangan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy and daddy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kak long, sarah and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5wNVuc33I/AAAAAAAABb0/7GB1Bo2ibxI/s1600/IMG_5517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5wNVuc33I/AAAAAAAABb0/7GB1Bo2ibxI/s400/IMG_5517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484944770656427890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;lovessss!&lt;br /&gt;mummy and daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5uqsZwXNI/AAAAAAAABbc/Ds2oPcYkFlM/s1600/IMG_5513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5uqsZwXNI/AAAAAAAABbc/Ds2oPcYkFlM/s400/IMG_5513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484943075936591058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semua nampak macam sebaya already!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5snN_ycHI/AAAAAAAABbU/h2ii6EJYbXA/s1600/IMG_5515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5snN_ycHI/AAAAAAAABbU/h2ii6EJYbXA/s400/IMG_5515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484940817211748466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saya tak ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5smmlfPTI/AAAAAAAABbM/EGTbAEJ7FGI/s1600/IMG_5516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5smmlfPTI/AAAAAAAABbM/EGTbAEJ7FGI/s400/IMG_5516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484940806632455474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the naughtiest girl in the house,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;budak yang jatuh longkang hari tu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kau memang legend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5urgJ5wBI/AAAAAAAABbk/SFX5swiXEww/s1600/IMG_5492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5urgJ5wBI/AAAAAAAABbk/SFX5swiXEww/s400/IMG_5492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484943089828741138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mysterious one,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aisyah! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the youngest one, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5us_IOu0I/AAAAAAAABbs/n2SUMwjmvZ0/s1600/IMG_5502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5us_IOu0I/AAAAAAAABbs/n2SUMwjmvZ0/s400/IMG_5502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484943115323095874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the camwhoring beginssss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5pY7YfQoI/AAAAAAAABa0/XCvVqCjMrJQ/s1600/30052010637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5pY7YfQoI/AAAAAAAABa0/XCvVqCjMrJQ/s400/30052010637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484937273162023554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5pYsG1XWI/AAAAAAAABas/xFqcWv_thbI/s1600/30052010638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5pYsG1XWI/AAAAAAAABas/xFqcWv_thbI/s400/30052010638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484937269061442914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5pYELFy2I/AAAAAAAABak/V94KozWyZpU/s1600/30052010640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5pYELFy2I/AAAAAAAABak/V94KozWyZpU/s400/30052010640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484937258341878626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet my little brotherrr,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amirrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not so little anymore teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love jalan2 with him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people will thought he's my elder brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ada berani kacau kakak aku?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o6OuXkkI/AAAAAAAABac/RMkfmtftiUI/s1600/30052010641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o6OuXkkI/AAAAAAAABac/RMkfmtftiUI/s400/30052010641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484936745778123330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think we look alike in this piccc!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and aisyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o5OkGbbI/AAAAAAAABaU/DgZWjyIc2ZU/s1600/30052010642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o5OkGbbI/AAAAAAAABaU/DgZWjyIc2ZU/s400/30052010642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484936728555187634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the youngest and the eldest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o4kwyF-I/AAAAAAAABaM/haTPBrTbnpw/s1600/30052010643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o4kwyF-I/AAAAAAAABaM/haTPBrTbnpw/s400/30052010643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484936717334091746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hensem oneee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh eh, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the ganas oneee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o4K04gJI/AAAAAAAABaE/kgm1ZhoDYuU/s1600/30052010644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o4K04gJI/AAAAAAAABaE/kgm1ZhoDYuU/s400/30052010644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484936710371967122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's karaoke timeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB53Eu1mIQI/AAAAAAAABcE/2b1Kx75-H4c/s1600/IMG_5520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB53Eu1mIQI/AAAAAAAABcE/2b1Kx75-H4c/s400/IMG_5520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484952319359852802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB53ELaTnXI/AAAAAAAABb8/qSalcGJmExA/s1600/IMG_5521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB53ELaTnXI/AAAAAAAABb8/qSalcGJmExA/s400/IMG_5521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484952309850152306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls karaoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarah over slangg!&lt;br /&gt;dancing queen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/405711556580"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/405711556580" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the kak long and the akak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our nicknames at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o3-TWxzI/AAAAAAAABZ8/GhxXYtbaLKI/s1600/30052010647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5o3-TWxzI/AAAAAAAABZ8/GhxXYtbaLKI/s400/30052010647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484936707010119474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy is a great singer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, abah and kak long joget tah hape2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/405460911580"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/405460911580" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oML-iBUI/AAAAAAAABZs/gEffToJCs28/s1600/30052010652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oML-iBUI/AAAAAAAABZs/gEffToJCs28/s400/30052010652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935954766628162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abah is a great singer tooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/405453551580"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/405453551580" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lagi gambar camwhoringggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mari layan...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zassss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oLvXAOpI/AAAAAAAABZk/9UNep2TCwIM/s1600/30052010653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oLvXAOpI/AAAAAAAABZk/9UNep2TCwIM/s400/30052010653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935947084642962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oLa0zlkI/AAAAAAAABZc/_ABxZt8TXFQ/s1600/30052010655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oLa0zlkI/AAAAAAAABZc/_ABxZt8TXFQ/s400/30052010655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935941572499010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mic takde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camera kan ada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oK46VKiI/AAAAAAAABZU/fdrsjNsrwW0/s1600/30052010656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5oK46VKiI/AAAAAAAABZU/fdrsjNsrwW0/s400/30052010656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935932468865570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5njWfg0UI/AAAAAAAABZM/eFyvqtZCGMw/s1600/30052010658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5njWfg0UI/AAAAAAAABZM/eFyvqtZCGMw/s400/30052010658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935253214679362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5niOKmy8I/AAAAAAAABZE/SV4kwKHzYZ0/s1600/30052010659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5niOKmy8I/AAAAAAAABZE/SV4kwKHzYZ0/s400/30052010659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935233799637954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5nhhLcqKI/AAAAAAAABY8/Tt4hE7JOHSc/s1600/30052010667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5nhhLcqKI/AAAAAAAABY8/Tt4hE7JOHSc/s400/30052010667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935221723572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5nhXkJAxI/AAAAAAAABY0/SkvEBr26AVM/s1600/30052010671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5nhXkJAxI/AAAAAAAABY0/SkvEBr26AVM/s400/30052010671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935219142787858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the baby and the akak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5ngaFa5TI/AAAAAAAABYs/zNblq0rBEcA/s1600/30052010672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5ngaFa5TI/AAAAAAAABYs/zNblq0rBEcA/s400/30052010672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484935202639373618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go homeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and my biggg brother hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5msgwsT-I/AAAAAAAABYk/QiYFFmjjQCE/s1600/30052010674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5msgwsT-I/AAAAAAAABYk/QiYFFmjjQCE/s400/30052010674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484934311078285282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ini pasal saya malas drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5msLfEwSI/AAAAAAAABYc/pBv4lNckJww/s1600/30052010676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5msLfEwSI/AAAAAAAABYc/pBv4lNckJww/s400/30052010676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484934305367245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mrroshuI/AAAAAAAABYU/gfuJ6n6K2ns/s1600/30052010678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mrroshuI/AAAAAAAABYU/gfuJ6n6K2ns/s400/30052010678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484934296817665762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mp6NSz6I/AAAAAAAABYM/tX9MFyZGTsQ/s1600/30052010679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mp6NSz6I/AAAAAAAABYM/tX9MFyZGTsQ/s400/30052010679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484934266369527714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally different occasion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mJB_ZbeI/AAAAAAAABYE/5qQ5fAPZOJM/s1600/03062010704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mJB_ZbeI/AAAAAAAABYE/5qQ5fAPZOJM/s400/03062010704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484933701523041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mIfDTCnI/AAAAAAAABX8/9iafMcrBsgg/s1600/03062010705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mIfDTCnI/AAAAAAAABX8/9iafMcrBsgg/s400/03062010705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484933692144159346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mHggRMkI/AAAAAAAABX0/zZW1A0yA_G0/s1600/03062010706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TB5mHggRMkI/AAAAAAAABX0/zZW1A0yA_G0/s400/03062010706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484933675354239554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. selalunya dulu2 nak tangkap gambar, masing2 tak nak. kononnye tak vain ahhh. tipu semua tuuu. semua pun suka tangkap gmbar sebnanye. hehe. saya paling sukaaa ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes my sisters and lil bro panggil i 'akak', why not 'kak ngah' eh? ntah lah. kitorang memang suka terabur2 ni. main belasah je. adik2 bawah i, dah takde panggil kakak2 dah, semua cakap 'saya-(nama)'. i ngan kak long i je yang sempat di-kakak-kan, sebab gap kitorang with the little sisters and bro agak jauh kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. ye, kitorang semua bahasakan diri 'saya' with our parents. except for aisyah. dia sorang je suka bahasakan diri dia as 'orang', and everytime pun i akan cakappp, 'orang maneeee? orang utan ehhh!' eh ehhh. tu pun nak cerita! the point isss, semua orang pun, my friends laaah, akan gelak bila dengar i borak2 with my parents sebabnya, i cakap 'saya' dengan diorang. eh eh, kelakar sangat keeee? tahhh, my dad lah ni kecik2 dulu ajar kitorang suruh cakap 'saya' dengan diorang. skema btol lah abah ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi takpeee, skema pun skema lah. ini skema rock ok! halamakkk, rindu lahhh! tu lah, gatal lagi nak upload gambar family terchenta. kan dah rindu. oklah, supaya tidak melayan rindu dengan lebih lanjut, mari kita tidur, esok ada community medicine. eeeekkkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4163923837766115194?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4163923837766115194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1934245848938465031</id><published>2010-06-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:15:08.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIPSandTRICKS'/><title type='text'>How To Take Care of Your Car (a quick tutorial for dumbos and bimbos)</title><content type='html'>Driving a car is easy but taking care of the car is definitely not easy! And since I am now an owner of a car, I really need to know a lil bit bout car maintenance. I wish I could skip this part but really, I can't, unless I have Abah or my lil dinosour here to take care of the car ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, the only thing I knew about car was driving the car and isi minyak, that's it. I never give a damn about panaskan engine ke, isi air ke, check minyak hitam ke, temperature naik ke, tayar pancit nak buat camane ke, alignment lah, whatever lah! Pening tau tak, I'm not a technical person so hearing lecture about engine and things like that really makes me go BLAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't escape this time. Abah has been lecturing me much about car maintenance. Lil dinosour pon. Izzarief pun. Semalam hantar kereta service, terpaksa mintak tlg a guy friend teman us so that when the mechanic tells us this and that I tkde la ternganga je tak paham pape. Haha. So btw, I'm gonna list some basic things that I need to know bout the car (which I never ever knew before haha, super noob me) ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always check for the temperature meter. Normally, it should be at the center some time after driving, meaning ur engine is not too hot lah, but if it goes beyond the center, reaching H(hot), then you might wanna check ur air(coolant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kalau jalan2 with lil dinosour in Malaysia, dia always always always check air kereta tu. I told myself, this guy has some Obsessive Compulsive Disorder lahhh, do u really have to check for air everytime nak jalannnn? Okay, now that I know the function, I think it makes sense. Haha, kena selalu check air so that engine tak panas kot ;p Kesian ada orang tu kena tuduh ada OCD ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Next, always be alert if ada bunyi aneh2 coming out from ur car. Bunyi time brake ke apa ke. Kalau ada je bunyi aneh, most likely there's some problem with the car. Kena pegi check right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Alignment tayar tu. Kalau agak2 time you speeding, kereta tu macam terhoyong hayang, then maybe lah there's some problem with the alignment of your tire. Go check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Minyak hitam aka engine oil, bukan black oil eh. Not of that much importance since I drive short distance je dekat sini, but still, kena check whether or not the minyak hitam is at its optimum level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kalau agak2 air cond tu rasa angin je tapi tak sejuk2, ada problem with the a/c gas. Pegi check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kalau agak2 kereta tu rasa berat je nak jalan, nampak macam kempis je, then kena isi angin dekat tayar. Kalau kat Malaysia selalu kita buat sendiri tu kan? Ni tak reti lah. Lil dinosour asik ingatkan je yang ni, tapi lupe plak nk tanye camane nk buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kalau tengah drive tetibe nampak berasap2 je kereta tu, stop RIGHT AWAY. It means ur engine is overheated. Boleh terbakar. Wuuuu...takut! Thats why it's important to have a glance at ur temperature meter every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that much is enough kot utk basic. Especially for dumbos and bimbos. Ada hati nak pakai kereta sendiri, tapi nak jaga pasal kereta hape pon tatau. LOL. I asked my dad, can I not know all these? Hantar service je boleh tak biar orang tu je check semua. He said, "ha buat lah perangai camtu, nanti dia ketuk kau sampai pokai padan muka" So, for that I'm taking initiative utk belajar a lil bit bout car maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so called quick tutorial la konon (ceh poyo gila kot bunyi quick tutorial) hanya applicable utk orang2 yg memang noob habis tahap dewa pasal kereta. Kalau yang dah pandai pasal kereta tu, tak payah nk memperkotak-katikkan I. Sat lagi aku pandai tukar tayar sendiri kang, terkejut kau nanti! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw tau tak, kereta tu tak sampai seminggu lagi with us, there's already a bump at the back. Damn betul! The first day amek memang takde pun bump tu, tetiba je this one day kitorang perasan ada kemek dekat belakang. Confirm ada keling langgar time kereta tu parking lepas tu blah mcm tu je. Siot kau keling! Dasar keling! Semalam I tanye nak ketuk berapa, mahal la plak. So layan je lah. Kang dah ketuk, tetibe keling langgar lagi, tak pepasal je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I would like to share a lil information regarding the car, told by my friend Izzarief who is majoring in automobile. I asked him, betulke if off air cond we can actually save minyak. He said, it is only true if you drive 50km/hour. If not, kalau you tutup air cond, bukak tingkap and drive more than 50km/hour, you're actually using more and more power to overcome the air friction. That's what he told me lah. Dun let me go into detail about the physic part of it hahah I hate physics remember? But hey, it's an interesting information kan. Kite ye ye je off air cond sebab nak save minyak, padahal we're using more and more minyak kalau buat macam tu. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all lah. Tutorial for myself. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1934245848938465031?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1934245848938465031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1934245848938465031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1934245848938465031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1934245848938465031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-take-care-of-your-car-quick.html' title='How To Take Care of Your Car (a quick tutorial for dumbos and bimbos)'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1823320718261491724</id><published>2010-06-19T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:14:54.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELogue'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race FINALE : London</title><content type='html'>I know this is like soooo last season lah kan! But, I'm writing this for the sake of completing my travelogue ;p plus I'm sure gonna read this when I miss my Euro trip one day. In fact, I miss it nowwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, from Paris, we took the bus to London. Not really that comfortable. Reached London at night, stopped at Victoria's bus station kot. Then, went to Bayswater to check-in the Malaysia Hall. For your info, you need to book the Malaysia Hall through the net first, you can't just barge in like that. I got to stay alone in 1 room coz there's no triple room, Ninot pun dah cakap awal2 she didn't wanna stay alone coz dia takut ada pontianak in London ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH5qOHMoI/AAAAAAAABXs/9KzLXlvpqo8/s1600/DSC08035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH5qOHMoI/AAAAAAAABXs/9KzLXlvpqo8/s400/DSC08035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484478239630373506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH5L7VkiI/AAAAAAAABXk/SyAZXMOSmXo/s1600/DSC08119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH5L7VkiI/AAAAAAAABXk/SyAZXMOSmXo/s400/DSC08119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484478231498560034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much about London, everyone pun dah pergi London kan so there's really no need for me to brag about it here kan. We basically went sight seeing in London. Big Ben, Eye of London, the Parliament, Buckingham Palace etc etc. The next day, we went to Manchester. I didn't wanna go but I had to coz my friends yg dekat London semua cam tengah busy exam and all, so I can't stay at their places kan, so I've to go to Manchester :( sebenarnya taknak, sebab Manchester ada stadium tu je kot. Which I tak fancy pun. Baik stay a little longer in London so I can shop more. In Manchester, we all tumpang rumah Jannah! Thanks for the hospitality babe! :)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye of London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH4JpSADI/AAAAAAAABXc/FnOAMxD59GI/s1600/DSC08151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH4JpSADI/AAAAAAAABXc/FnOAMxD59GI/s400/DSC08151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484478213706088498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, went back to London. This time, no more sight seeing. It's time to shop! Berbekalkan saki baki duit Western Union yang my dad transfer, I did a little (yes, really) shopping! Actually dah spare 400 pounds to shop in London but aaaaaaaaaaaa, terima kasih banyak2 la volcano in Iceland, you took my money away :( so shop sikit je lah. But seriously, I wanna go back there nak borong all the shoessssss!!!!!! Sumpah jadi sawan tengok all the shoes in Oxford Street. I did buy one pair, thought of buying another pair, but if I really did buy another pair, I bebetul tinggal sen sen je lepas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the double decker bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH3MvkbFI/AAAAAAAABXU/bytBpNVsn18/s1600/DSC08160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH3MvkbFI/AAAAAAAABXU/bytBpNVsn18/s400/DSC08160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484478197357898834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh one highlight to be shared lah, cerita pasal Malaysia Hall. You know, from Manchester, we went back to London kan. We did the online booking already. Time tu pun airport dah start operating after the volcano thingy kan. When we got back to London, nak check-in Malaysia Hall, memula the receptionist said actually the rooms are all reserved for those ppl who are stranded, but there are plenty of available rooms. Plus the volcano ashes pun mcm dah nak clear kan, so the receptionist cam bagi kitorang check-in. Dah siap kasi kunci okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetibe when the warden(yes, Malaysia Hall has a warden) came, she insisted us to give back the key sebab macam she couldn't allow us to stay in Malaysia Hall sebab nak jugak reserve utk orang2 stranded padahal the rooms byk gila available pls. Plus airport dah bukak kot! Semua airlines pun dah start fly kot! (OK berapa kali nak cakap daa) She insisted us to check-in the hostel nearby! Eeee kerek gila. Siap cakap macam ni ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu kan backpackers, pergi lah check in hostel je"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah tak exaggerate. Bengang kan kan kan? Dahlah masa dekat London sgt suntuk, coz of the volcano of course, masa in Paris and London mmg rushing sket sbb volcano tu. Tapi warden ni lagi nk buat drama. Thank god time tu ade dis pegawai MARA who happened to be someone yg jaga budak2 IB KMS dulu, so he allowed us to leave our baggage in his office in Malaysia Hall. Baik gila! So we left our luggage there and went off to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Malaysia Hall only to know that the so called 'meeting' they had to discuss whether or not we are allowed to stay in Malaysia Hall was not yet over. Annoyed la kan. Bukan nak tolong kite, lagi nak bagi kite masalah ade la kan. So kitorang decided to just leave the Malaysia Hall and check-in the hostel, which is just sebelah Malaysia Hall. Kerek tak kerek la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's the name of this park again?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCLvDT4dI/AAAAAAAABXM/nNgTQR1zBII/s1600/DSC08206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCLvDT4dI/AAAAAAAABXM/nNgTQR1zBII/s400/DSC08206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484471953095123410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otw to Buckingham Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCKzcQ_uI/AAAAAAAABXE/4gI3wf6xPUY/s1600/DSC08207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCKzcQ_uI/AAAAAAAABXE/4gI3wf6xPUY/s400/DSC08207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484471937093664482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I intended to bring back some chocolates but too bad, duit I semua habis shopping. Luckily I'm not a big fan of souvenirs so agak save di situ. Thank god jugak my dad was willing to transfer some money, if not memang merempat lah! Finally, the Euro trip came to an end. We were already too tired, baju pun dah berapa kali recycle hahaha except for a few yg memang hantar pergi laundry. Tapi stillll, pardon me for having just 2 jackets LOL ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buckingham Palace at the back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCKZzhzDI/AAAAAAAABW8/xEwxbnlEM2c/s1600/DSC08222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCKZzhzDI/AAAAAAAABW8/xEwxbnlEM2c/s400/DSC08222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484471930211912754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only one picture I have in Manchester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Didn't even get into the stadium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not even tempted to go in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCKGcNekI/AAAAAAAABW0/n-tcRh8CEhA/s1600/DSC08279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzCKGcNekI/AAAAAAAABW0/n-tcRh8CEhA/s400/DSC08279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484471925013838402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Euro trip memang agak adventurous lah. Merempat tah mane2 je dah berapa kali. No tour guide at all. We are our own boss. Jalan semua ikut map, thank goodness the guys were there to read the maps. Saya failed kot baca map ;p there were salah faham here and there during the trip tapi it didn't last long, berapa minit lepas tu okay balik ;p hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful experience!! I am now planning for my next euro trip, heheh, since Farah pun now dekat Glasgow, Scotland, studying in the exact same university my dad used to so macam lagi lah I wanna go there kan. My dad pun support I suro pergi Scotland. Hahaha. Support pakai air liur je lah, bukan pakai duit. Now pun duit tengah kering kontang tapi I will surely start saving soon! Hopefully lah ada cuti and ada duit! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Bangalore! India kembali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1823320718261491724?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1823320718261491724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1823320718261491724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1823320718261491724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1823320718261491724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/amazing-race-finale-london.html' title='Amazing Race FINALE : London'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBzH5qOHMoI/AAAAAAAABXs/9KzLXlvpqo8/s72-c/DSC08035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-2370207234329927148</id><published>2010-06-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:11:54.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official!</title><content type='html'>finally!! the car is ours! :D finally, no more bus and auto! hahahah finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, kereta ni 2ndhand and kecik je but good enough for me and my friends! this car belongs to me, sheila, nadia and baz :) got the car earlier today, dah test drive pergi baptist hospital and the field trip commed tu..ye lah kena test drive coz it's been ages since i last drove a manual car! very much used to automatic car back at home! just so you know, automatic cars are damn expensive here in india! so that's why i decided to just belasah je bawak manual! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi dapat kereta, mak datok berhabuk gila kotor nak mati memang typical kereta keling, bau pun tak menyelerakan, dahla mirror kat tengah2 tu tercabut la kan kitorang terpaksa lekatkan sendiri! lol, talk about cheap car ;p and i siap dah pegi baptist, dah balik my apartment baru perasan tkde mirror tu boleh? patutlah i felt something was missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi dah cuci the car with baz dearest! dahla this girl sakit2 badan lagi sbb ada futsal match yesterday, tp for the love of our car, kitorang basuh gak 2 orang tadi ;p hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited dan jakun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBY22hkP3DI/AAAAAAAABWs/d_9aHYJxrOE/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBY22hkP3DI/AAAAAAAABWs/d_9aHYJxrOE/s400/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482629906721397810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is our car! curi gambar joyce! that's joyce and sheila :D i tak smpat lagi nak tangkap2 gambar..haha..takyah kot? ;p taaaa~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-2370207234329927148?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/2370207234329927148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=2370207234329927148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2370207234329927148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/2370207234329927148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/TBY22hkP3DI/AAAAAAAABWs/d_9aHYJxrOE/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-4449265730888816877</id><published>2010-06-12T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:14:08.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>Mari Mengenal Manusia Opportunist</title><content type='html'>Being opportunist itu normal. Being opportunist itu menunjukkan kau bijak mengambil peluang and kesempatan yang ada. Kalau nak hidup, being opportunist adalah perlu sekali sekala. Tapiii, kalau kau jenis manusia yang over gila opportunist, itu dah memang tak normal okay, itu namanya melampau! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunist ni ada banyak jenis. Lain opportunist lain motif. Ada opportunist ambik kesempatan untuk senangkan kerja diorang, so that diorang leh lepak dok goyang kaki tengok dinding tau2 je kerja dah siap. Ada satu lagi jenis opportunist adalah manusia yang seboleh2 tak nak gune duit dia, tapi seboleh2 cari cara and sebab untuk menyentil bile orang lain dah keluar duit diorang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya banyak je lagi jenis opportunist dalam dunia ni. Depends on your circle of friends jugak, kalau friends dekat tempat kerja, maybe the pattern of opportunism is different, likewise, when you are with your uni friends, the pattern of opportunism is different jugak la. But whatever it is, opportunists are everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself is an opportunist sometimes, I can see most of my friends are being opportunist jugak. But it's okay to be an ooportunist if you know how to give and take. Kiranya, hari ni aku keluar duit, esok2 kawan aku tu paham2 la plak nak keluar duit dia plak. Ataupun hari ni member aku buat kerja lebih, aku lepak tengok tv, esok aku pepandai la buat kerja plak so that member aku bole relax sket. If that's what happening, then it is a healthy kind of opportunism. No sweat at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, ada jenis manusia, dia nak dia je senang! Dia nak dia je jimat! Sorry ah babe, kalau aku jumpe orang jenis mcm ni and if kau ada hati nak take advantage on me and only me, I won't make your life easy that's for sure. Kalau aku tak dpt nak get rid of you, I'll let you know how opportunistic you are and that you gotta stop right away before you lose your friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senang je nak kenal orang macam ni. Typical gila kot. Contohnya, if pergi makan sama. Time tu jugak la kau tak cukup duit la, takde duit kecik la, purse tertinggal la, lepas tu pinjam duit atau pujuk member belanja. Sekali sekala layan la kan. Pinjam duit isn't a big deal kot. Belanja member sekali sekala pun ape la sangat kan, lagi2 kalau kau tu kaya memang duit dalam purse sangat meriah. Kita pun takkan nak berkira sangat kan. Tolong weh, aku pantang orang berkira, unless kau memang miskin hina (mcm aku sekarang!hahahah) Lepas tu, dahla buat2 lupa nak bayar balik, the next time makan sama pun kau takde duit jugak. Kalau dah banyak kali makan minum kau pun aku nak tanggung, melampau ah kan? Abis duit kau tu nak bagi makan sape? Toyol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi manusia jenis opportunist, manusia yang kau terpaksa angkut ke hulu ke hilir sebab dia takde transport. Ini lagi satu opportunist paling common ah. Sangat faham kot depression takde kereta. Yelah, kau still belajar, celah mana nak cari duit beli kereta. Kalau ada pun kereta parents, itu pun terpaksa berebut, kalau nak guna kena booking awal2. Faham weh. Aku pun macam tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member kau ada kereta boleh pick u up at your house pun dah cukup bagus. Memang lah dia tak mintak bayar, tapi kau pun ada otak, guna ah. Busuk2 pun, bayarkan la tol ke, parking ke, takkan berkira sangat kot? Atau kalau rumah kau tu beribu batu jauh, atau kau memang penumpang regular, pepandai ah nak top up minyak. Ini tak, time lalu tol kau buat2 tidur, time nak bayar parking kau buat2 busy cakap phone, time nak isi minyak kau sebok kata nak pergi toilet. Apa kes? Lepas tu, mintak tolong hantar kau balik rumah kat dekat Beranang. Kalau kau hensem macam Nate Archibald pun belum tentu aku sanggup nak hantar kau balik rumah for free! Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst kind of opportunist aku pernah jumpa ada la dis one minah, she has a car. Her own car. Memang available for her 24/7. Tapi kalau lepak sama, pergi movie ke, pergi mamak ke, pergi open house je, dia mesti nak tumpang orang, tak pernah nak pakai kereta dia. Bile tanye kenape, jawapan ; "malas nak drive!" atau "tkde minyak!" ohh! Abis orang lain rajin sangat lah nak tumpangkan kau everytime? Abis kereta orang lain tu kau ingat tak pakai minyak ke? Pakai air longkang eh? Gila opportunist sial! Kau sorang je la nak save duit minyak, lepas tu kau sorang je la yang dibenarkan malas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and I remember the typical opportunist dekat sekolah. Nak jimat duit punya pasal. Everytime rehat dekat kantin, kau tak beli pape dulu. Kau tunggu member kau beli karipap atau nasik lemak dulu. Bila aku habis makan, baru kau habis makan sama. Lepas tu kau kenyang keriangan siap boleh cakap ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baru ingat nak beli mee bandung tadi, tapi tak jadi lah sebab dah kenyang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYDAY okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-4449265730888816877?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/4449265730888816877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=4449265730888816877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4449265730888816877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/4449265730888816877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/mari-mengenal-manusia-opportunist.html' title='Mari Mengenal Manusia Opportunist'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5034283552802450628</id><published>2010-06-09T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:14:08.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>Amalaynicans</title><content type='html'>I assume most of you reading my blog are malays. But, tell me, in which category of malays do you fall in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) the patriotic malays&lt;br /&gt;b) the so-so malays&lt;br /&gt;c) a'malay'nicans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, credit goes to &lt;a href="http://obefiend.blogspot.com/"&gt;Obefiend&lt;/a&gt; for creating such a brilliant word the ancient people couldn't think of. That's just impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the categories of malays I've stated are self-explanatory. The patriotic malays are those malays who are proud to be one and will do anything to protect our social rights, culture, ones who are willing to preserve the old malay heritage and whatnots. Ah, you get what I mean, do I need to explain more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most of us fall in the second category. The so-so malays. We're proud to be malays but we hardly done anything for the benefit of malay community. Yes, I think I fall in this group, the kind of person who is proud to be a malay, but doesn't do anything that shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hello hello, the number of a'malay'nicans are rapidly growing in our own beloved country. A'malay'nicans are those people who are purely of malay origin (a hint of Javanese/Bugis/Siamese/etc are common though) but they are literally ashamed to be a malay. Yes, the term A'malay'nican speaks for itself. It's the term used for those people who are so fond of the western, especially the Americans. Like you know, Americans this, Americans that, and boo boo, shame on you the Malays coz u're way behind the technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell you what, you deserve the boo boo so much more that the rest of the malay community. You're not welcomed in the western community, the only one being overly perasan is you. Not only that you have a prominent malay features on your face and body; you're tanned, your nose if dead flat, you have overly slanted eyes, your hair is black, you definitely score the minimum (or worse, below minimum) height in their standard height profile, and you can't even stand winter in their country, in fact, you still can't get rid of your oh-so-malay habits (bad habits included) like you know, the malays who constantly crave for nasi and only nasi everyday plus sambal paling pedas, the malays who are never punctual, the malays who will speak in thick regional dialect (like orang nogori, kelantan, sarawak etc) and still, you're too ashamed to admit you're one of the malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These a'malay'nicans will never want to buy stuffs from the local brands. According to them, ini barangan takde kualiti, we'd rather buy those from the western countries. Biar bayar lebih, janji berkualiti. Yes I admit some local brands are not of high quality, but it's unfair to make such judgement and such general statement. You never know how hard it is for the local businessmen to reach the top. And still you're so much influenced with the western brands to the extend of belittling the local brands from usahawan melayu sendiri. I would say, you're being plain stupid and shallow minded. Padahal every weekend kau pergi Giant jugak shopping barang rumah. Giant was born in Malaysia beb, tak malu ke pakai barang Giant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie to say that I only buy stuffs from the local company, only those born in Malaysia, or to be specific, those products which are released by the malay entrepreneurs. I do, every now and then, buy imported stuffs. But being a mature human being, I have respects for the malay entrepreneurs who are struggling to compete, or worse, to even find a tiny place in the market, to show the world that we too can produce our own products. So, why bother comparing? And why some malays are being really mean to make such a statement saying that the local products/brands are of no quality etc etc. As if engkau bagus sangat, it's always better to work on something small, rather than talk big and produce nothing, just like most a'malay'nicans. Shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's so wrong and 'kampung' about listening to the local radio station? Yes, apparently, listening to malay songs will make you a 'kampung' girl/boy and if ever the a'malay'nicans know the fact that their close friends listen to these songs, they'll set a distance. Amalaynicans never wanna be friends with 'kampung' girls/boys, get it? They will only listen to English songs and would rather listen to silence than playing the malay songs. They'll go on bullshitting about the malay singers being off-standard, about how crappy the lyrics are, and how low the video-clips are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you go for a karaoke day out with these a'malay'nicans, don't bother picking up malay/indon songs, they'll stare at you in horror. Seriously. Like you know, when they overheard the ppl from the next room sing a 'rock kapak' song, they'll go on "omg, don't they have a better song to sing? Don't tell me you nak nyanyi lagu melayu dekat siniiii, please no!" and stare at you for an assurance that you're one of the a'malay'nicans and not one of the patriotic malays who will sing malay songs when karaoke-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, I do sing malay/indon songs when karaoke-ing and if that makes me 'kampung' then be it. And X-fresh FM is one of my favourite radio stations (because Era FM has too much advertisements for god's sake), oh yes, I do listen to malay songs when driving, how's that sound to you? I am definitely not qualified to be called a'malay'nicans, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, they still listen to Too Phat, Disagree, Bunkface, Resh Monu or worse, they'll still listen to Siti Nurhaliza singing an english song (ade ke? aku bantai) Not so American eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These A'malay'nicans will go on laughing and rolling on the floor when reading the malay poetry or listening to a malay poet, reciting a malay poem with full enthusiasm. To them, they're making fun of themselves on stage. To them, the beauty of the malay poems are almost non-existence. The wordings are craps and cranky and the only purpose of malay poems is for them to die out of excessive laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, they'll go on laughing listening to this line "Wajahmu indah bak bulan dan bintang"(okay, of course, I made this one up) and the only way to shut 'em up is by directly translating this verse into English and I bet you my heart, they'll adore the wordings. I know somehow, malay poems sound a bit corny and funny, but still, you're malay and you speak malay so could you at least respect that a bit? If you're so in love with English literature and detest Malay literature, you could just keep that to yourself, it's a courtesy for the malay poets and malay community. There's really no need to make an announcement of how crappy and sappy Malay literature are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more examples I wish I could share but this post is already too lengthy. To all the Amalaynicans, I hope this is a wake up call for you people. Being amalaynicans simply means you have no pride over yourself anymore because you're too busy worshiping everything Americans and everything western till you forget your root and your own culture. It's okay to adore/follow the western here and there but it is definitely not okay to ditch completely the eastern part of yourselves, and worse, it's definitely not okay to belittle or downgrade everything that is malay because that makes you 'orang yang lupa diri'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this line "TAKKAN MELAYU HILANG DI DUNIA" ? Well, if more and more people are becoming Amalaynicans, eventually, there will be no more malays in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : those mat salleh/minah salleh yang u adore sangat tu, will secretly laugh at you and think u're stupid for downgrading your own asal usul. shame on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-5034283552802450628?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5034283552802450628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5034283552802450628' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5034283552802450628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5034283552802450628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/06/amalaynicans.html' title='Amalaynicans'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5243040453638356636</id><published>2010-05-25T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:54:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race : Paris</title><content type='html'>Remember the nite when me and my friends had to join the homeless beggars outside the Rome train station? The pain was not worth at all! We reached the airport at around 5am, and guess what, our flight to Paris was cancelled. All thanks to the volcano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was spinning like shit I swear to God, and the bad news made it worse! We knew about the volcano in Iceland had taken place but anyway, my life has never been affected by a volcano so I thought it was just another volcano that doesn't have anything to do with me. Not this time, not lucky enough though. In fact, most of the flights around Europe were cancelled, and the airport had become some sort of refuge centre where people were bergelimpangan tidur on the floor. Seriously. Nasib baik dapat refund duit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampa. We took the bus back to Rome train station in search of the train tix to Paris from Rome. Yeah, no choice. No flights were operating at the moment and train was the only option left so we bought the train ticket(s) which was 4 times more expensive than the flight ticket. -_-" And we declared ourselves - MISKIN HINA DI ROME, SUMPAH TAK TIPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train tix kitorang first class okay! Nak jugak cakap! Biar! Coz itu je yang tinggal and we had no choice, otherwise we can't get out of Rome. Went to ATM to draw some money and all I could afford was 100 euros and that's it. I wanted to draw 200 euros tapi hampa because the ATM card terus keluar balik sebab tak cukup duit. Time ni dah start sedih, mana aku nak cari duit nihhhh, we still have Paris and London tour pending and duit makin menipis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done buying the train tix, we went searching for a cheap, CHEAP hostel. When I say cheap, I mean it. Hotel Roxena yang serious buruk gila, lift sempit nak mampus tapi layannnn, kau takde duit sila buat cara takde duit. Korang tak payah nak google Hotel Roxena kat Rome, aku tak rasa ada. Agenda for that day, tidur sampai lebam - tak puas hati kena tidur outside the train station pdhal esoknya flight cancel. Bongok betol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, off to Paris dengan menaiki Euro Star first class, FIRST CLASS ok. LOL, sila stop brag. Padahal kalau ada train yang macam KTM pegi Paris pun aku sanggup naik. That day, beli 3 bijik butter croissant. 1 for breakfast, 1 for lunch and 1 for dinner. Sumpah tak tipu, takde duit punya pasal. Padahal naik train first class kan (eh eh tercakap lagi) tapi makan roti 3 bijik je sepanjang hari. INI SUMPAH HARI KEBULUR AKU DEKAT EUROPE. tapi kuatkan semangat sebab serious takde duit. Kena save duit untuk pergi Disneyland Paris and expenses kat London lagi. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;padahal xdelah best sangat pun 1st class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_1Q0x-serI/AAAAAAAABWk/OCbGqXyv_E4/s1600/DSC07532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_1Q0x-serI/AAAAAAAABWk/OCbGqXyv_E4/s400/DSC07532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475621589652110002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malangnya the day yang kitorang baru nak merasa naik train first class, orang yang takde tix pun bantai duduk dkt situ. PENUH! Coz tix habis, and semua orang nak keluar dari Rome, so diorang redah je la. Sungguh tak special. Tapi semua kena saman la. Tapi mereka kaya, kena saman 400euros pun takde hal. Kalau aku kena saman 400euros, maka aku akan jadi beggar dekat Rome selama sebulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memula kitorang macam nak overnight je dekat train station Paris, alasan yang sama ; takde duit lagipun sampai Paris dah late night so mcm tak worth it check in hostel. Walaupun dalam hati dah macam, ya rabbi merempat train station lagi keeeee, tapi macam, baeklah. But then when we reach Paris, orang yang asal2nya nak tidur train station tetiba beriya cari hostel. Dalam hatiii, YESSSS! So kitorang checked-in hostel yang tak berapa nak mahal and tak berapa nak murah, bole la. Tapi buruk je. Siap kena apply skill pengakap untuk masak air, sebab plug dia tinggi gila. Tah hape2 betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our hostel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wCTlkVeQI/AAAAAAAABWU/W4QwDmtfVHw/s1600/DSC07540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wCTlkVeQI/AAAAAAAABWU/W4QwDmtfVHw/s400/DSC07540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475253782500964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai je hostel, cepat2 masak air buat maggi. Perut aku dah dibanjiri gastric juice, tak tahan lapar gila dah. Berjaya jugak aku minimizekan belanja untuk makan. Yeay! Tapi azab perut lapar sepanjang journey from Rome to Paris, aku je tau. Lepas tu semua orang terbongkang tidur. Disneyland tomorrow babehhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole day in Disneyland the next day! Yeay! But 1 day is definitely not enough to cover Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impian kanak-kanak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wCUEca9zI/AAAAAAAABWc/rARilyZ79VY/s1600/DSC04875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wCUEca9zI/AAAAAAAABWc/rARilyZ79VY/s400/DSC04875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475253790789269298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wA7QEV52I/AAAAAAAABWM/dG-Jlg2vnEc/s1600/DSC07628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wA7QEV52I/AAAAAAAABWM/dG-Jlg2vnEc/s400/DSC07628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475252264901142370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We covered the Studio Park first coz it closes earlier than the other park. Cinemagique is a must! Loving the effects and the story line! And we spent more than 1 hour queue-ing for a crazy ride in the park (forgot the name lah, Coaster and apa tah) Serious best! Tapi sangat tak best untuk orang yang menghidap penyakit motion sickness melampau like me. Siot betol! Baru 1 ride kepala aku dah ting tong rasa nak pengsan. Damn!! Sumpah membenci motion sickness melampau tahi ni.&lt;br /&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wA6_bQCSI/AAAAAAAABWE/Ugup-5SUNpo/s1600/DSC07616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_wA6_bQCSI/AAAAAAAABWE/Ugup-5SUNpo/s400/DSC07616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475252260433824034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poisoned Apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v-T9eIv9I/AAAAAAAABV8/h6OBMuzhLx0/s1600/DSC07646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v-T9eIv9I/AAAAAAAABV8/h6OBMuzhLx0/s400/DSC07646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475249390870904786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the other park, the rest of my friends pergi naik roller coaster, I went off wandering around coz I can't let my head spins a little more kalau tak serious boleh takde mood sebab ting tong sangat. Hm. Sedih! :( Time tu sangat membenci kepala sendiri macam, eh kau jangan pening over2 boleh tak?!! Tapi tak membantu. I can't take the risk to ride another roller coaster and things like that if not boleh muntah dekat situ jugak. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v-TfeW55I/AAAAAAAABV0/VO98MW18m9A/s1600/DSC07659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v-TfeW55I/AAAAAAAABV0/VO98MW18m9A/s400/DSC07659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475249382818768786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I enjoyed the paradeeee!!!! OMG sangat rasa seperti kembali ke zaman kegemilangan kanak2 okayyy?? Semua adaaaa, Mermaid, Snow White, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Marry Poppins, Peter Pan, Captain Hook, Aladdin and Jasmine, Lilo and semua-semua lahhh! Loving ittt! Like seriously mata tak berkelip (okay exaggerate) tengok parade lepas tu hati macam berbunga-bunga sebab macam omg bestnya rasa macam di alam fantasi. OKAY DIAM LA IRA KAU GILA EXAGGERATE tapi serious tak tipu, that was the feeling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal all-time favourite is the Little Mermaid!! Kenapa eh? Sebab dia cantik and sexy. Hahahahaha. Tapi Peter Pan masa parade tu cute seyh, ada dimple! Serious suka parade diaaa! We all grow up with all these Disney characters kot kan, so macam, bahagia. Except for Joe. He doesn't even know the characters! BOOOORRRRIINGGGGG! Too much of Power Rangers and Ultraman Taro eh Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Pan!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v8dRIb4oI/AAAAAAAABVk/1R2kih8zGjs/s1600/DSC07705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v8dRIb4oI/AAAAAAAABVk/1R2kih8zGjs/s400/DSC07705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475247351744160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fav Disney character - Ariel the Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but she was on the other side haih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v8c8j-UmI/AAAAAAAABVc/VgS9OntcXaw/s1600/DSC07716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v8c8j-UmI/AAAAAAAABVc/VgS9OntcXaw/s400/DSC07716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475247346222518882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the camwhoring session! These Disney characters tak layan all other kids but layan kitorang nak tangkap gambar dengan diorang okay? Serious tak tipuuu! Sukaaa! Tapi I'm not a big fan of this newer generation of Disney cartoons, macam Lilo and Stitch or Toy Story and blablabla so macam takde lah excited like crazy sgt kot. Tapi best jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v54eJYlQI/AAAAAAAABVU/gLgzbnVKKf4/s1600/DSC07739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v54eJYlQI/AAAAAAAABVU/gLgzbnVKKf4/s400/DSC07739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475244520559383810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v53-3THRI/AAAAAAAABVM/zKoXKqjQlEM/s1600/DSC07742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v53-3THRI/AAAAAAAABVM/zKoXKqjQlEM/s400/DSC07742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475244512162028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And like I said, you need more than 1 day to cover everything. Nak beratur pun dah sejam, so naik a few more rides and then camwhore sampai lebam. I still regret for having this motion sickness. Sangat tak membantu!!! Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v34Xj4MPI/AAAAAAAABU8/UT8FbrsT3aA/s1600/DSC07804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v34Xj4MPI/AAAAAAAABU8/UT8FbrsT3aA/s400/DSC07804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475242319768203506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed at Disneyland till the very end. Then, we rushed to see Eiffel Tower at night. That was the only night we have in Paris so terpaksa lah. Yes we were 1 day behind our schedule because of the volcano. Wasted 1 day kot in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eiffel Tower at night adalah sangat cantikkk! But we couldn't spend much time there cuz the last train to our hostel leaves at 12, kitorang sampai Eiffel pun dah 11 something, nak lari pergi train station lagiii, memang rushing gila. And that explains why I only have 1 picture with Eiffel Tower at night. Hodoh pulak tu. Takde masa nak posing banyak2 kali kot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v339SXP5I/AAAAAAAABU0/WtUjpLGXMw0/s1600/DSC07822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v339SXP5I/AAAAAAAABU0/WtUjpLGXMw0/s400/DSC07822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475242312715419538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we managed to go to only 2 places - Eiffel Tower and The Louvre coz our bus to London leaves at 2pm so haisshh, rushing lagi. Our stay in Paris adalah sangat tak best cuz we had too little time. Banyak kot tempat yang tak tercover. Dengan duit yang limited lagi! -_-" Time ni, masing2 dah mintak tolong parents transfer duit. Serious tak cukup weh. My dad pun dengan baik hatinya bersetuju untuk transfer duit via Western Union. Agak segan ah mintak tolong transfer duit from my dad, cuz I don't usually ask for money, but kalau time ni nak segan jugak, memang tak hidup ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v33sRCE3I/AAAAAAAABUs/LIoCvnPollw/s1600/DSC07848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_v33sRCE3I/AAAAAAAABUs/LIoCvnPollw/s400/DSC07848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475242308146434930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vqepa-zVI/AAAAAAAABUk/9T_zgNcdx-Q/s1600/DSC07873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vqepa-zVI/AAAAAAAABUk/9T_zgNcdx-Q/s400/DSC07873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227584234966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe, trying to be girly and Ninot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to be macho haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vqeJvAt8I/AAAAAAAABUc/8J-cjgwZsa8/s1600/DSC07893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vqeJvAt8I/AAAAAAAABUc/8J-cjgwZsa8/s400/DSC07893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227575729043394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my fav pic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vqdn7L-lI/AAAAAAAABUU/uQJAwZ5baz0/s1600/DSC07894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vqdn7L-lI/AAAAAAAABUU/uQJAwZ5baz0/s400/DSC07894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475227566653307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vlJDKc0_I/AAAAAAAABUM/KvxI8xNSAZw/s1600/DSC07902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vlJDKc0_I/AAAAAAAABUM/KvxI8xNSAZw/s400/DSC07902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475221715629691890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have much to tell about Eiffel Tower and The Louvre. Ramai je orang dah pernah sampai sini kan. Kite je baru nak kenal Paris. Time ni pulak lah my shades patah haisshh. Kalau gambar pakai shades tu that means it belongs to someone else. Btw, more pictures less words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;around the Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vlIz5RsiI/AAAAAAAABUE/ofEZM7r_HfA/s1600/DSC07932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vlIz5RsiI/AAAAAAAABUE/ofEZM7r_HfA/s400/DSC07932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475221711531127330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vlIEWwpfI/AAAAAAAABT8/QlO3mRxmzu4/s1600/DSC07944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vlIEWwpfI/AAAAAAAABT8/QlO3mRxmzu4/s400/DSC07944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475221698769888754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vgWVboh-I/AAAAAAAABT0/J5qBgsWEv0w/s1600/DSC07960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vgWVboh-I/AAAAAAAABT0/J5qBgsWEv0w/s400/DSC07960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475216446313760738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vgWC06_UI/AAAAAAAABTs/VQjjf56QbFg/s1600/DSC07980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vgWC06_UI/AAAAAAAABTs/VQjjf56QbFg/s400/DSC07980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475216441319554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vgVfvTplI/AAAAAAAABTk/xzeNdjy5tuA/s1600/DSC07985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_vgVfvTplI/AAAAAAAABTk/xzeNdjy5tuA/s400/DSC07985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475216431900763730" 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/2008207589505262754-5243040453638356636?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/5243040453638356636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=5243040453638356636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5243040453638356636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/5243040453638356636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-race-paris.html' title='Amazing Race : Paris'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S_1Q0x-serI/AAAAAAAABWk/OCbGqXyv_E4/s72-c/DSC07532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-3250811304564177314</id><published>2010-05-19T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:07:48.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>2 heads are better than 1, REALLY WEH?!</title><content type='html'>Do you have any idea why the students usually work in a group? Study group ke, buat PBL in a group ke or simply prepare a presentation in a group keee. Apa eh purpose buat kerja sama2 in a group kalau buat untuk menyenangkan one another? Kalau bukan untuk help each other and make the best out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau pikir the lecturer kasi kau buat kerja in a group supaya kau boleh gossip and gelak2 sampai lebam or so that kau jadi pelajar lembab sebab asik rely dekat group mates yang lain je ke? Weh aku sokong bab gossip and gelak2 sebab pada aku, kalau kau blaja stress2 tkde selingan gossip dan gelak setan itu memang sangat membosankan. Boleh tersengguk-sengguk wa cakap sama lu. Tapi boleh tak beragak, kau nak gossip kau gossip la, nak gelak setan kau gelak lah, tapi boleh tak kerja tetap jalan? Boleh tak come prepared and bukan rely on your group mates semata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never a good thing to have a big group when working on something. Sebab tendency untuk sorang dua student untuk bajet VIP tak nak buat kerja or datang with very little preparation adalah sangat tinggi. Kalau group aku 10 orang pun aku ada tendency untuk bermalas nak prepare sungguh2 lagi2 if the topic assigned mmg ciput stok 2-3 orang buat pun dah cukup. Tapiiii, katakan group kau tu group yang kecik, 4 orang ke, 3 orang ke, or worse, 2 orang keeee, boleh tak kau develop sikit sense of tanggungjawab?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau I don't look like I care. Tapi percayalah, if I work in a small group, and I am assigned untuk prepare some notes or read a certain topic beforehand, I swear I'll do it! Tak percaya boleh tanya my study group mates, pernah ke aku datang study group tak siapkan notes untuk topic hari tu? Siap buat kemas-kemas kot! Pernah ke aku baca bodoh2 lepas tu present the topic assigned macam sampah? Tanya my IRP mates, aku siap cari soalan untuk the study group kot! It doesn't sound like me at all, tapi itu hanya untuk orang2 yang tak kenal aku betul2. Kalau aku rasa aku responsible untuk orang lain jugak and if kelalaian or kemalasan aku tu boleh menyakitkan hati, or membuang masa, or menjejaskan prestasi pembelajaran or presentation orang lain, memang bangang gila lah kalau aku suka hati nak lepas tangan kan? Memang aku layak kena maki la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of having to work in a group, or a pair is for us to help each other. Kalau kau kerja every time pun nak datang dengan otak kosong siap kalau aku ketuk boleh bergema-gema sebab kosong sangat, apa guna aku jadi group mate kau? Apa guna ada 2 atau 3 kepala, 2 atau 3 otak, kalau hasilnya tetap 1 otak je yang berjalan? Sekarang ni aku sorang je ke yang tengah menuntut ilmu, abis kerja kau apa? Interview aku sebijik-sebijik apa nak buat? Atau supervise kerja aku? Hamboi sejak bila kau naik pangkat jadi tutor aku? Rasanya kau tak dihantar untuk jadi group mate aku supaya aku buat semua kerja and supaya aku bagitau kau semua benda yang patut dibuat apalagi untuk kau just tengok ape kejadah yang aku buat. We have to do it together! Banyak cun muka kau kalau semua benda pun orang lain nak settlekan, semua benda pun orang lain nak bagitau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boleh tak faham kalau orang tengah serious nak buat kerja kasi siap cepat and obviously masa pun dah suntuk, boleh tak jangan buang masa goyang bontot korek hidung lepas tu bila aku kata we need to do it fast kau boleh kata "chillexlah kak, masa banyak lagi" eh eh, kepala hangguk lu! Engkau punya chillex tu kalau tak menyusahkan aku, aku tak kesah dowh, kau nak chillex korek hidung ke korek bontot ke apa ke suka hati lantak kau lah! Tapi kau punya chillex tu, kalau menyusahkan aku, bagi aku 10 sebab kenapa aku tak patut naik angin. Panas ni beb, panas! Make up gua boleh cair sebab panas hati lu buat perangai macam bagus. Kalau chillex chillex tapi kerja siap kerja mantap aku tak kesah weh. Aku pun tak suka gelabah-gelabah buat kerja. Tapi kalau kau dok kata chillex lepas tu bila kerja tak siap orang lain yang nak kena jawab sebab kau hilang pergi men-chillex-kan diri dengan selambanya, apa barang ni bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang malas, I admit that. Tapi aku tau malu and aku tau aku dah menyusahkan orang kalau aku tak prepare apa yang patut lepas tu kerja nak tanya orang je. Semalas-malas aku, aku ada effort nak bukak buku cari mana yg aku miss, apa yang patut buat, apa yang patut tulis etc etc. Aku boleh terima la kalau kau tak prepare sebab malam tadi kau berak keluar darah, makan pun tak lalu. Takde hal beb kalau kau sakit ke apa. Tapi dah kalau everytime pun kau tak prepare, lepas tu orang lain yang nak kena struggle disebabkan kemalasan kau tu, tak beragak la ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, aku pantang orang buat kerja tak systematic. Otak aku ngan otak lu memang tak sama bro, sebab tu kita kalau nak kerja kasi smooth, ikut la order! Ini tak, member lu baru nak tulis karangan untuk pendahuluan, kau tak semena-mena bagi isi-isi untuk penutup! Kalau rasa otak kau abstract sangat sampai kau rasa nak ikut order and jadi systematic itu bullshit and buang masa, aku dengan rela hati boleh kasi kau buat kerja tu sorang-sorang. Tapi papehal, kau sila tanggung sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun bukan bagus sangat. Tapi kau pun tak bagus mana. Tapi masing-masing ada otak, masing-masing nak belajar. Kalau benda kena buat sendiri aku takde hal la kau nak bantai malas kau tu sebab itu memang takde effect dekat aku dengan orang lain. Tapi if you're working in a group and especially with me, boleh tak respect sikit effort and masa yang aku and orang lain spend for the sake of that group? Kalau aku yang malas ni boleh selak-selak and baca sikit2 apa yang patut, prepare sikit-sikit apa yang perlu, kenapa kau boleh selamba tahi datang without anything, not even a single thing in ur head?! Habis otak lu yang bijak pandai tu nak buat apa dowh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bekerja dengan orang, buat cara bekerja dengan orang. Biar lah my presence as your group mate tu membantu pembelajaran kau, and kau jugak membantu pembelajaran aku. Kalau ada group mate sikit pun tak menolong, baik tak payah ada group mate. Ini bukan mentor-mentee bukan tutor-tutee. So lu pikir ah sendiri sebab gua dah betul panas hati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-3250811304564177314?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/3250811304564177314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=3250811304564177314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3250811304564177314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/3250811304564177314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-heads-are-better-than-1-really-weh.html' title='2 heads are better than 1, REALLY WEH?!'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-1687440316885350504</id><published>2010-05-18T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:07:48.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myBRAINisNOTyours'/><title type='text'>Sekufu</title><content type='html'>Apa barang cerita pasal sekufu ni? Aku biar betol kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekufu means 'sama'. And wali bagi sesebuah perkahwinan tak boleh suka-suki kahwinkan anak perempuan dia dengan laki yang tak sekufu melainkan dgn persetujuan perempuan yang tersebut. And perkahwinan boleh dibubarkan if wali tersebut rasa pasangan tersebut tidak sekufu. So did I sound like ustazah? Rilek dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this aku selalu rasa, apa lah penting sangat sekufu ni. Janji sayang, janji cinta, jalan je lah. Nak sekufu sangat apehal. Apa ada hal kalau educational background tak sama? Apa ada hal kalau sorang pangkat tinggi, sorang lagi pangkat rendah? Apa ada hal kalau sorang kaya, sorang miskin? Ada hal ke weh? Cinta tu kan buta. Kalau dah buta, sekufu is not a question anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's how modern people menilai tahap ke'sekufu'an. Padahal banyak je benda lain kena consider. Sekufu here includes pengetahuan ilmu agama, 2-2 pandai mengaji ke tak, 2-2 solat cukup ke tak, bangsa yang sama, agama yang sama so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I believe I can handle ketidaksekufuan. To me, janji you don't belittle your partner and ungkit about it every now and then, everything will be fine. Tapi cakap atau berangan memang senang. You need to be in the real situation to feel it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ke lelaki boleh terima girlfriend dia 10 juta kali lagi pandai dari dia? Or worse, ada ke lelaki boleh terima girlfriend (or wife) dia dapat gaji 5 kali ganda lagi banyak dari dia? Boleh, tapi tipu lah kalau kata laki tu tak inferior kan. Unless laki itu memang kerja dia nak kikis duit perempuan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, a girl, genius nak mati gila2 genius tahap extreme. Cantik, baik pun baik. But she felt miserable inside coz according to her, no guys dare to date her because of that. So dari situ dah nampak kepentingan sekufu in a relationship. Takde lah kata she has to marry another Albert Einstein, but obviously she has to find someone yang pandai, at least someone who won't appear dumb in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's a friend of my dad, his office boy. This office boy gila lucky to marry an anaesthetist who make thousands in a day (okay exaggerate kot) but you get the difference kan. They were happy for some time and one day this guy consulted my dad (yes my dad ni terlebih ramah all his anak2 buah dah buat dia macam their own dad dah), he said he couldn't blend in with his wife's colleagues and that he feels terribly awkward when they're having dinner together coz he's not fluent in english and blablabla. Another proof that sekufu is important in a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, yes I now realize that cinta tidak sepatutnya buta. Love is not just about love. It's obviously more that just love. Let's not talk about puppy love. Zaman sekolah, budak perempuan kelas first everytime exam dapat no 1 pun boleh couple dengan mat rempit kelas last yang dah sah2 belajar lingkup. Takpe lah, kasi can merasa kan. Everyone has to experience bitter things in life to learn. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's unfair to measure ke'sekufu'an solely on educational background and power. It's true. Aku dibesarkan with this radical belief that hanya orang yang pandai kuat belajar baca buku 10 jam sehari je yang akan berjaya. The rest yang duduk kelas last malas belajar dapat no corot memang confirm jadi sampah masyarakat. That's not what my parents taught me, but it was just something I believed in. And I was really wrong. Really really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people, they don't need a certificate to be a successful person. Especially for those who are granted with talent - tailor, musician, writer etc etc. So walaupun educational background diorang takat SPM je, they still have something you don't have. So I don't think you can declare yourselves tidak sekufu because he's an SPM holder and you're a Degree holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go against the current. Men will lead the women and nothing can change that. When I have my own family one day, I don't wanna be the one to lead the family because that's what my husband will be doing and what me and my kids (LOL) will be following. And believe me when I say, I'd prefer, and I'd love it if the husband is superior than me, tak kesah lah in education ke gaji ke pangkat ke ilmu agama ke MEMASAK keee hahahaha. Because I don't compete with someone I love so be it. Plus, honestly, I think a guy who's smarter, has better income, terer agama, pandai socialize (not party animal pls), outspoken and yg sewaktu dengannya adalah sangat HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak orang kata kau dengan pasangan kau tu bagai pinang dibelah dua atau duduk sama rendah berdiri sama tinggi, silalah cari yang sekufu eh. Btw, if you think you are way behind your partner, you can always catch up, if betul sayang lah. Sekufu tu bukan benda yang fixed pun, it just need some effort je, especially for guys. Perempuan takde masalah sangat kot kalau kerja housekeeping lepas tu ada CEO nak masuk meminang. Itu namanyaaaa durian runtuh! Eh eh hebat pulak aku berperibahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sila check sekarang, adakah anda dan pasangan anda sekufu? Kalau ye, boleh pergi kursus kahwin sekarang. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008207589505262754-1687440316885350504?l=beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/feeds/1687440316885350504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008207589505262754&amp;postID=1687440316885350504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1687440316885350504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008207589505262754/posts/default/1687440316885350504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulsunset69.blogspot.com/2010/05/sekufu.html' title='Sekufu'/><author><name>IRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902040525306224776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S6vDm4SynoI/AAAAAAAABEc/naVanMEAva0/S220/13012010139-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008207589505262754.post-5596517479313458554</id><published>2010-05-14T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:14:54.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRAVELogue'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race : Pisa and Rome</title><content type='html'>We took the train from Venice to Pisa. Left our luggage at the train station and off we go - Piazza del Duomo. This is where the leaning tower of Pisa stands! Besides the leaning tower, there are few other monuments in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piazza del Duomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7cjfV9bDI/AAAAAAAABTc/jEXDULQxqGk/s1600/DSC04585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7cjfV9bDI/AAAAAAAABTc/jEXDULQxqGk/s400/DSC04585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471553099568868402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the signature pose one must do when taking picture with the leaning tower! Everyone does it! Including me ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The signature pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7a134npuI/AAAAAAAABTM/t7EAqhNUh5U/s1600/DSC06921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7a134npuI/AAAAAAAABTM/t7EAqhNUh5U/s400/DSC06921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551216371082978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7a1fSGdPI/AAAAAAAABTE/lgRyvE3niGc/s1600/DSC06932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7a1fSGdPI/AAAAAAAABTE/lgRyvE3niGc/s400/DSC06932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551209767073010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't turn out so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7a2Iu5MeI/AAAAAAAABTU/EO09uq6TleA/s1600/DSC04598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-7a2Iu5MeI/AAAAAAAABTU/EO09uq6TleA/s400/DSC04598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471551220893692386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaning tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-1IgwtC5MI/AAAAAAAABSk/tcLD_lMRhlw/s1600/DSC04600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-1IgwtC5MI/AAAAAAAABSk/tcLD_lMRhlw/s400/DSC04600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471108849991869634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much about Pisa though. We spent around 1-2 hours taking pictures, and quickly took the bus to the train station. We had a train to catch up! Euro star train to Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Rome at night. Found a hostel which was quite expensive, but we were too tired to search for a cheaper hostel maka, layan! Off to bed early, gotta be early for the Colloseum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early never seems so early for us girls ;p I guess the guys were getting too much annoyed with us. Geez. It's a girl thing. You'll never understand anyway. Funny enough, this top world wonder is located just next to the main road. Sungguh tak mystical. Seriously, keluar the train station, terus nampak the Colloseum across the road. Once again, sungguh tak mystical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief about the Colloseum ; it was something like the ancient version of our modern stadium where it can occupy up to 50 thousands spectators at a time. Basically, the games held were those of gladiatorial fights, men vs animals match and animal hunts. These form the basis of Roman entertainment -_-" sangat cruel kan? Mostly, the gladiators were the slaves, prisoners of the war and condemned criminals. But there were also volunteers who came up front for the sake of monetary reward and fame! Now that's my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what we see today is just the ruin of the Colloseum. All blame goes to the earthquake, fire, stone robbers and other natural disasters. Much of the original structure which are supposed to give the lavish decorations of the Colloseum are nowhere to be found. But you can see some remains at the Colloseum exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very brief information about the Colloseum. Outside the colloseum, bangla-bangla sumpah bersepah and yes, they recognize Malaysians and they'll speak malay with you. Campaklah bangla kat mane2 pun, they'll survive. Ha kan dah masuk cerita pasal bangla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colloseum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-1IgKBP5KI/AAAAAAAABSc/4QDJ6J6DoXM/s1600/DSC04662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-1IgKBP5KI/AAAAAAAABSc/4QDJ6J6DoXM/s400/DSC04662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471108839607624866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the ruins of Colloseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YI-n-dN4q0/S-1If1CfZ0I/AAAAAAAABSU/dtbEXubzPT4/s1600/DSC04698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px;
