<?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-8749286595508695768</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:07:14.696+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Story III</title><subtitle type='html'>In musicals, there's always a happy ending, but, in life, sometimes when you get what you want, you end up missing what you left behind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-7607912303335372403</id><published>2009-07-19T22:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:55:05.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Outlawz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SmMQnmrpLhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ITCKOfTwjLg/s1600-h/napoleon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SmMQnmrpLhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ITCKOfTwjLg/s320/napoleon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360146254085565970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SmMSRwfXNzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SNonv7RXXw4/s1600-h/mutahbeale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SmMSRwfXNzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SNonv7RXXw4/s320/mutahbeale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360148077784545074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His real name is&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Mutah Wassin Shabazz Beale, or better known as Napoleon, is a former member of Tupac Shakur's rap group the Outlawz. He is now a Muslim Motivational speaker. I'm pretty sure alot of people know him before and heard of his songs. It's really amazing to listen to his story from living to a famous celebrity life with three big mansions, cars and lots of money in the pocket, life circles by sexy, hot chicks and dancing at the clubs, hardcore thugs, alcohol and drugs, and now living as a simple Muslim. This is a drastic change and Subhanallah, I'm really amazed that Allah has opened up the heart and give hidayat to this guy to become a true Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to this link to watch the video of how he learned about Islam and decided to change his way of life.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=d9c_1245308652&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of stories really knock me to think that how people who only knew about Islam get to learn thoroughly and want to practise the right Muslim way of life when we, who were borned as a Muslim want to follow the footstep of the Westerns. That's not right isn't it. I have been living as a Muslim and yet I neglected a lot of aspects of a real Muslim. I truly regretted that and I hope Allah will continuously give me hidayat for me to learn more about the true way of living as a Muslim in order to gain a place in Jannah in the hereafter. Insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Moussly_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleon_%28rapper%29#cite_note-Moussly-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-7607912303335372403?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/7607912303335372403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=7607912303335372403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7607912303335372403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7607912303335372403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2009/07/napoleon-outlawz.html' title='Napoleon Outlawz'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SmMQnmrpLhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ITCKOfTwjLg/s72-c/napoleon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-6916277146891205545</id><published>2008-12-12T16:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:39:58.997+11:00</updated><title type='text'>yuhuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>Im blogging from Miri ppl. My first time being in Sarawak. Business trip laa konon2. haha.. anyhooo, a lot of things have happened recently. Some good some not so good. But the good things that make me stronger in moving forward. I had some meetings with Petronas Carigali SKO a few days ago. The people from their side look very young as compared from our side. Why laaa... And their building pun cantik okkk.. hehe.. Anyway, im about to go for some sight seeing in Miri. My flight to KL will be tonight, thanks to my boss, he deliberately booked our flight tonite so i can see my bf. :) ok will update again soon. I dunno how soon. But see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-6916277146891205545?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/6916277146891205545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=6916277146891205545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/6916277146891205545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/6916277146891205545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/12/yuhuuuuuuuuu.html' title='yuhuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-1707936267791829018</id><published>2008-11-11T23:59:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:26:37.853+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The BFs</title><content type='html'>The BFs are so far away that I currently miss them. I sometimes envy those who can reach theirs everyday because they are near to each other. I sometimes feel down because they are not here for me to spend time with. One is working somewhere in Sarawak while the other is entering another phase of life in London. I terribly miss them both. Both are working hard to achieve their ultimate goals and dreams. They inspire me too. Besides Barack Obama. Both amaze me with their high determination in reaching what they want. One is working hard doing work projects after projects with additional work of YPC activities in which everyone is relying on him. And he is doing it without complaints but with optimistic thoughts of these tasks can actually help him to progress further. One has just completed her Masters degree and currently has a placement at one of the Auditing firms in London. Despite her bf is in KL, she determines to stay there as long as possible so she can make enough savings to help her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to him for more than 15 minutes since the last 2 days eventhough it's FOC to contact him. And I haven't talked to her since the last Raya. There are plenty of stories to swap. There are bountiful of experiences to share. But distance and other commitments are the boundaries. Nevertheless, I believe that the thoughts that count. I'm pretty sure that he misses me everytime and so do I. And I hope that she too, misses me like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only both of them are here, then my everyday life would be complete. If only they are here, they would be the one that would listen to my everyday rambles and whinges. Even the trivial ones. If only they are here, they would be the one that I will spend time with during weekends. If only they are here, then everything would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot be self-centred and ignorant. They have their own priorities in life. Only time will tell, when will we be united again. And only time will tell, when the three of us will meet each other for the first time to complete my circle of family here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both with all my heart and my prayers will always be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-1707936267791829018?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1707936267791829018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=1707936267791829018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/1707936267791829018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/1707936267791829018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/11/bfs.html' title='The BFs'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-9175992091342702610</id><published>2008-11-11T00:22:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:53:50.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>"The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you, we as a people will get there", an excerpt of Barack Obama's opening speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really an inspirational speech by Barack Obama, the 44th president of US. I will not talk about Obama as it's really of a short period of time to judge him, although he managed to influence majority votes for the recent election which has proved us that change is possible regardless of skin colour and background. But my point here is that his speech has really inspired me in many ways, especially in life. I know that I will face alot of challenges in the years to come. Especially when I enter the working world soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that our 6 months "honeymoon" is going to end soon, reality strikes me when Kak Zurin told us which department interviews we will be attending to next week. I'm scared if I have made the wrong decision. If the department doesn't suit me. If I can't cope with the nature of business and working environment that I will be placed at later. If I am not ready for the challenges that will hit me soon. Sometimes, I just feel the environment is very intimidating for me, a petite small girl working around with big tall guys who would think that they know the engines alot better than a girl like me. Sigh. WHy do I always get this negative feelings about my workplace. I guess I just have to put my head up high and at least give my best shots for the interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about all these negativities in my head, I try to counter it back with Obama's speech. There are other people who are more unfortunate than I am. But they face them with great dignity. And yet, I still complaint eventhough I am fortunate to stay in my comfort zone, having a stable job and stable life as it is. There are other people who need to resolve a greater world issues that are more challenging that i am. Obama said, "we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century". So. if he can deal with it, so can I. Of course not towards extent of solving the financial turmoil, but at least I will try to deal with the personal challenges that I actually create on my own. SIgh. At least I will try to put aside all these negative thinking and try to be as optimistic as possible and say everyday that I will love my job. Maybe I will actually love my job. Maybe and who knows rite. Today I hear about the ugly side of the working life. But maybe tomorrow, the ugly side of it can actually make my working days even more interesting and self-growing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, I'm whining here in this blog coz I've had enough of whining to my friends. And it's just for the sake of updating.  So, till then, I hope I will become a better person everyday, please pray for me yea. And wish me luck too =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-9175992091342702610?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/9175992091342702610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=9175992091342702610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/9175992091342702610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/9175992091342702610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-7456393475620109749</id><published>2008-10-26T02:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:24:47.839+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt of recipe of life</title><content type='html'>Fold two hands together, and express a dash of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Marinate it overnight, and work on it tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Chop one grudge in tiny pieces, add several cups of love,&lt;br /&gt;Dredge with a large sized smile, mix with the ingredients above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve the hate within you, by doing a good deed,&lt;br /&gt;Cut in and help your friend, if he/she should be in need,&lt;br /&gt;Stir in laughter, love and kindness, from the heart it has to come,&lt;br /&gt;Toss with genuine forgiveness, and give your friends some,&lt;br /&gt;The amount of people served, will depend on you,&lt;br /&gt;It can serve the whole wide world, if you really want it to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-7456393475620109749?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/7456393475620109749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=7456393475620109749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7456393475620109749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7456393475620109749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/10/excerpt-of-recipe-of-life.html' title='An excerpt of recipe of life'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3239982942471079601</id><published>2008-09-14T21:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:18:01.119+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I have new passions in planting and cooking. Pagi ni, I managed to tanam 8 pokok daun di rumahku. And the passion is revealed to be even stronger when everytime I drove , I can't get my eyes off the beautiful landscape of trees along the main road or highway. And I would say to my mum, "Oh pokok tu cantik" or "let's tanam that pokok"or "Mana nak cari pokok tuh".&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to Ampang, to collect some wooden-crafted baskets. Cut the long story short, last time we were very fortunate to received alot of hampers with beautiful baskets. Hence we have a vast collection of baskets yg jenis if u want to buy them at stores, they are expensive. Ramai jugak yg meminta FOC. Ada juga yg nak beli. But we kept them. Kalau dah bagi seorang, ramai pula yg meminta kan.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the main story, aku pun pilihlaa bakul2 yg lawa yg tersusun teratur di atas rak kat dapur rumahku untuk di bawa pulang ke rumah baru.  I am thinking of doing a container planting. I'm planning to find some herbs like pokok rosemary, pokok cili atau pokok kunyit ker untuk tanam dalam bakul2 nih. It would be awesome to have these plants behind the house and when you need em to cook, u just pluck em straight from your backdoor. Bestnyerr.. And then, aku nak cari lagi pokok buah yg boleh tanam kat kebun belakang. I'm currently looking for soursop, and pokok jambu batu. Just now, my dad just brought home the anak pokok of dragonfruit.&lt;br /&gt;My dad went to dusun in Muar. He brought a big basket full of duku. And then what I did just now before breaking fast, I took a handful of duku and made an ice-blended duku juice and the result, SEDAP GILER... Earlier, I made pudding jagung, the taste pon FANTABULOUSLY DELICIOUS. Awesome weekend to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Selamat berpuasa everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;Pss: I'm having on-job-training atm&lt;br /&gt;Psss: I'm missing my bf (boyfriend and best friends) like supercrazy atm&lt;br /&gt;Pssss: XOXO to those who still read this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-3239982942471079601?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3239982942471079601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3239982942471079601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3239982942471079601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3239982942471079601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/09/productive-weekend.html' title='Productive weekend'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-7771765823683984615</id><published>2008-05-19T23:31:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:18.145+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey I've Graduated!!!</title><content type='html'>16 May 2008 - Finally, I've graduated from University of Sydney in Mechanical Engineering. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyZrs5SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0P0aovvQCn4/s1600-h/CIMG0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyZrs5SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0P0aovvQCn4/s320/CIMG0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082846988887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just arrived in front of Quadrangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyZrs5TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cE2yajMpD6E/s1600-h/CIMG0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyZrs5TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cE2yajMpD6E/s320/CIMG0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082846988887346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up in gown and trencher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyprs5UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hj6Ve8FeDOo/s1600-h/CIMG0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyprs5UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hj6Ve8FeDOo/s320/CIMG0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082851283854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCy5rs5VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hii6CpPAXr8/s1600-h/CIMG0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCy5rs5VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hii6CpPAXr8/s320/CIMG0919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202082855578821970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my degree from the Chancellor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I would like to extend my gratitude to everyone that has been supporting me throughout my study years in Sydney. Those include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGEMprs5WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q1GH0RQhLCA/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGEMprs5WI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Q1GH0RQhLCA/s320/DSC01781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202084397472081250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGEM5rs5XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HBMD2yyYIvo/s1600-h/CIMG0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGEM5rs5XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HBMD2yyYIvo/s320/CIMG0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202084401767048562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favourite girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGFI5rs5aI/AAAAAAAAANM/uLJxTsfbPog/s1600-h/CIMG0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGFI5rs5aI/AAAAAAAAANM/uLJxTsfbPog/s320/CIMG0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085432559199650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favourite guy friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGENJrs5YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/k0mKiBgiTAA/s1600-h/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGENJrs5YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/k0mKiBgiTAA/s320/DSC01773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202084406062015874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues from OFTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGENJrs5ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/HtikPAfpgTo/s1600-h/CIMG0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGENJrs5ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/HtikPAfpgTo/s320/CIMG0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202084406062015890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My course mates (this pic represents all of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGHYZrs5bI/AAAAAAAAANU/fuGjIEoz_fA/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGHYZrs5bI/AAAAAAAAANU/fuGjIEoz_fA/s320/DSC01369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202087897870427570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestest bestest girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGHYprs5cI/AAAAAAAAANc/oZTswZSOedE/s1600-h/CIMG7413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGHYprs5cI/AAAAAAAAANc/oZTswZSOedE/s320/CIMG7413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202087902165394882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without their support and love, this day wouldn't happen and with that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-7771765823683984615?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/7771765823683984615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=7771765823683984615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7771765823683984615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7771765823683984615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/05/yey-ive-graduated.html' title='Yey I&apos;ve Graduated!!!'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SDGCyZrs5SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0P0aovvQCn4/s72-c/CIMG0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-4079524657949707509</id><published>2008-05-08T23:14:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:55:26.967+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempurna</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EYX_bMCfV3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EYX_bMCfV3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This song is specially dedicated to my love Faisal.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kau begitu sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Dimataku kau begitu indah&lt;br /&gt;Kau membuat diriku akan slalu memujamu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disetiap langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Kukan slalu memikirkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa kubayangkan hidupku tanpa cintamu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Takkan mampu menghadapi semua&lt;br /&gt;Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Reff:]&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah darahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah jantungku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Lengkapi diriku&lt;br /&gt;Oh sayangku, kau begitu&lt;br /&gt;Sempurna... Sempurna...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kau genggam tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Takkan mampu menghadapi semua&lt;br /&gt;Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Reff:]&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah darahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah jantungku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Lengkapi diriku&lt;br /&gt;Oh sayangku, kau begitu&lt;br /&gt;Sempurna... Sempurna...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kau genggam tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-4079524657949707509?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4079524657949707509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=4079524657949707509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4079524657949707509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4079524657949707509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/05/sempurna.html' title='Sempurna'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-4224692013500442988</id><published>2008-04-26T17:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:19.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures of Pre-Glitz n Glitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdjnKtpxI/AAAAAAAAALU/Hsehc2mHlVM/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdjnKtpxI/AAAAAAAAALU/Hsehc2mHlVM/s320/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193456924190680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdj3KtpyI/AAAAAAAAALc/_fSV3KrTfAY/s1600-h/DSC01052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdj3KtpyI/AAAAAAAAALc/_fSV3KrTfAY/s320/DSC01052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193456928485648162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdkHKtpzI/AAAAAAAAALk/ElhUs8kDX6g/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdkHKtpzI/AAAAAAAAALk/ElhUs8kDX6g/s320/DSC01085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193456932780615474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdkHKtp0I/AAAAAAAAALs/GF0RAet3XX0/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdkHKtp0I/AAAAAAAAALs/GF0RAet3XX0/s320/DSC01088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193456932780615490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdkXKtp1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/l5rs1nCgDkw/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdkXKtp1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/l5rs1nCgDkw/s320/DSC01115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193456937075582802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdy3Ktp2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oJTzFeC2Xy8/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdy3Ktp2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oJTzFeC2Xy8/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193457186183685986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdzHKtp3I/AAAAAAAAAME/OFwLruRsvtc/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdzHKtp3I/AAAAAAAAAME/OFwLruRsvtc/s320/DSC01131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193457190478653298" 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/8749286595508695768-4224692013500442988?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4224692013500442988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=4224692013500442988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4224692013500442988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4224692013500442988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pictures-of-pre-glitz-n-glitters.html' title='More pictures of Pre-Glitz n Glitters'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLdjnKtpxI/AAAAAAAAALU/Hsehc2mHlVM/s72-c/DSC01051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-4215546081947114807</id><published>2008-04-26T16:44:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:20.834+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Najwa's Pre- Glitz and Glitters</title><content type='html'>Last 5th of April 2008, Najwa, my sister had a Prom Night organised by her faculty at Subang Villa. So she had to dress up and wear makeup and get a nice hairdo. So me and Dayana came up with this idea of grooming her. Dayana is in charged of setting her hair while I'm sort of her make-up artist. So below are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najwa's  hair-do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLSWXKtpvI/AAAAAAAAALE/eSsSXK91Pfc/s1600-h/Najwa%27s+hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLSWXKtpvI/AAAAAAAAALE/eSsSXK91Pfc/s320/Najwa%27s+hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193444601929508594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click for a bigger pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najwa's make-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLRPHKtprI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JyaJNgihcck/s1600-h/Makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLRPHKtprI/AAAAAAAAAKk/JyaJNgihcck/s320/Makeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193443377863829170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click for a bigger pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLT3XKtpwI/AAAAAAAAALM/0dzyVblEb24/s1600-h/before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLT3XKtpwI/AAAAAAAAALM/0dzyVblEb24/s320/before.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193446268376819458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLRPHKtpsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DJVGGlnN5Mg/s1600-h/result.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLRPHKtpsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/DJVGGlnN5Mg/s320/result.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193443377863829186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Lawa ke tak??? hehehehe There are lots more photos of her posing to post up. Will do so later. It was fun accessorizing her coz normally she would just dress simple without an inch of make-up, not even foundation. So, we can see a lot of difference from here kann.. Cantikkan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-4215546081947114807?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4215546081947114807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=4215546081947114807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4215546081947114807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4215546081947114807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/04/najwas-pre-glitz-and-glitters.html' title='Najwa&apos;s Pre- Glitz and Glitters'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBLSWXKtpvI/AAAAAAAAALE/eSsSXK91Pfc/s72-c/Najwa%27s+hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-299027365139232315</id><published>2008-04-26T15:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:21.939+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenko Fish Spa at Mid Valley</title><content type='html'>It was a random trip as we passed by Kenko at Mid Valley. I only knew Kenko at Pavillion but not at Mid Valley. So, me, my mum and my sis took the chance to know how it feels to be bitten by small fishes or famously called Dr Fish. Before we enter the fish spa, we had to wash our feet at the washing area and dry them before making our way up to the spa area. Initially, it felt very2 ticklish as the fishes nibble in quick, sucking motion. The smaller fish actually nibble with a sensation that feels more like pins and needles which can be tolerable if you’re sqeamish. We didn't notice the bigger fishes in another pool but they said with the bigger fish, it feels a little more uncomfortable as you can actually feel their sharp snouts as they nibble frantically away. Anyway, the prices are Rm38 for adults for 30 minutes. And Kenko can be located at Mid Valley and Pavillion. For directions, look up at the directories. hehe. Anyhoo, below are some pictures of our feet. And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7D3KtplI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wmoxm893qPk/s1600-h/kaki+dewi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7D3KtplI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wmoxm893qPk/s320/kaki+dewi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418995334489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EHKtpmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fmugg_Lgx4o/s1600-h/closed+up+ikan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EHKtpmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fmugg_Lgx4o/s320/closed+up+ikan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418999629456994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EXKtpnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SjDhoB1tzuM/s1600-h/dewivain2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EXKtpnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SjDhoB1tzuM/s320/dewivain2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419003924424306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EXKtpoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3MJM9y9BdeE/s1600-h/dewivain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EXKtpoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3MJM9y9BdeE/s320/dewivain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419003924424322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EnKtppI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sqcAhT2A3fY/s1600-h/dewivain3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7EnKtppI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sqcAhT2A3fY/s320/dewivain3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419008219391634" 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/8749286595508695768-299027365139232315?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/299027365139232315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=299027365139232315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/299027365139232315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/299027365139232315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/04/kenko-fish-spa-at-mid-valley.html' title='Kenko Fish Spa at Mid Valley'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/SBK7D3KtplI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wmoxm893qPk/s72-c/kaki+dewi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-8464523998078514429</id><published>2008-04-23T22:21:00.013+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:14:24.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we were kids, we always ask questions like why stars are so far away or what it would be like to stand among the clouds? And some other questions that caught my interest are like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         Why is it that rain drops but snow falls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is it that to stop Windows, you have to click on "Start"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; you turn down the volume on the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How come we drive on parkways and park on driveways?&lt;br /&gt;How come sheep don't shrink when it rains but a wool sweater does when you wash it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a Malay version of questions that we might ask are like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when we 'melatah', most of us would say, "Oh mak engkau"&lt;br /&gt;Why when we were talking about this particular person, and then that person suddenly appear, we said, "panjang umur kau"&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always think that all the Datuks and Datins are extremely rich people?&lt;br /&gt;Why do Malay dramas always portray a very quiet and nice Datuk and a very 'kurang ajar' Datin?&lt;br /&gt;And why do they like to have Bomoh in the scenes like to jampi the husband or to khianat orang when we know that believing in Bomoh can lead to "syirik"? Don't they ever think that these Malay people will tend to believe in Bomoh when they keep on showing the acting on TV even though it's only an acting?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people in Malaysia treat the Mat Salleh better than treating their own people when in the Western countries, the locals give special treatment to their own people first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are some questions that might get u ponder upon. Everything will lead to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, alhamdulillah, after going through 3 stages of interviews, I got a call from the General Manager that I succeeded in all the interviews and I am accepted in Sime Darby. I hope that my place in Sime Darby will be a strong foundation for me to apply for Oil and Gas companies later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all from me for now. Daaaa~~ XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-8464523998078514429?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8464523998078514429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=8464523998078514429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8464523998078514429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8464523998078514429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Did you ever wonder'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2588540007746656312</id><published>2008-03-22T13:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:22.457+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise by Dayanakuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a public holiday, Maulidur Rasul.. I didn't do much today.. well just stayed at home and played with my kucing.. And my urat di tengkuk terseliuh so I had to rest alot.. Nearly at 4 pm, Najwa called, asking my whereabouts.. Jawab seperti di atas.. And then 6.15 pm, Yan pulak called.. tetiba jer called out of the blue.. Cakap nak datang nak hantar barang.. And then when he called me again saying he has arrived, aku pon keluar rumah, tapi tak nampak pon batang hidung die.. pastu from afar, nampak laaa die dan oh Dayanakuuu... hahaha surprise tak menjadi.. klakar2. Dayana came back for her easter break, and initially it was supposed to be a surprise visit but due to this one makhluk, surprise Dayana sudah diketahui awal2.. Not my sis's fault, but since she knows that Im already know, she just told me that surprise nak datang arini... Kiteorg pon pergilaa makan2 di desa pandan with Yan, her bf.. Bestttttttttttttt bfku dah balikkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R-RrIiduRNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WYT8ZFNUU5k/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R-RrIiduRNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WYT8ZFNUU5k/s320/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180383265817511122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R-RrIyduROI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uquk-kWMMhM/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R-RrIyduROI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uquk-kWMMhM/s320/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180383270112478434" 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/8749286595508695768-2588540007746656312?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2588540007746656312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2588540007746656312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2588540007746656312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2588540007746656312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/03/surprise-by-dayanakuuu.html' title='Surprise by Dayanakuuu'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R-RrIiduRNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WYT8ZFNUU5k/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-7803115483621063097</id><published>2008-03-21T16:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:52:03.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'>from the work</title><content type='html'>hello.. I'm blogging from work right now. this place suckss.. not because of the workload, but becoz that I don't have any friends to go lunch with... mengada ke tak??? but yeah, i can't go through this everyday.. all of my other colleagues are guys and dah kawin... bapak segan nak makan lunch ngn dierang.. arghhhhhh suck glerrrr.... dahla kat pj ni ramai perompak and penyamun.. sangat tak selamat.. and yet i have to walk alone everydayy.. i know i always complain at this blog, but what the heck, this is my blog.. the people in my department is ok, but all of them are busy with their work. and im the only trainee here who's always bored and restless... argh please help.. anyway people, this sunday is my second interview with Sime Darby, sooo please pray that I'll go through this stage and be accepted to join their program. so i dont have to suffer from this loophole again.. ok enough of me complaining.. tataaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-7803115483621063097?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/7803115483621063097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=7803115483621063097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7803115483621063097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7803115483621063097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-work.html' title='from the work'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3786289880844359559</id><published>2008-03-16T16:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:58:29.585+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices Charity Concert MMU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7 March 2008 - I went to MMU to watch Voices Charity Concert organised by MMU. There were 10 bands performed for the concert. The target audience was 3000 so it was claimed as the biggest concert ever organised by MMU. The performing acts were Sierra, Yuna, Couple, Hujan, Meet Uncle Hussein, OAG, Radiostar, Bittersweet and 2 bands from MMU Cyberjaya, called Akustika and from MMU Melaka, called News at 11. Overall, I think the best showmanship was by Radhi OAG. He was super duper hyperactive on the stage and his high energy really entertained everyone. Radiostar was not bad at all,.. the band was led by ex Innuendo, Pot.  Bittersweet's vocalist looks soo pondan with colourful outfit and bright red skinny jeans. But the songs were catchy, and they attracted quite a big fan. Couple was nice and steady.. the song suits the event as everyone can just enjoy it without having to bang their head, mind u it's a charity event ok.. Yuna's voice is really beautiful and she's pretty too.. I bet she has a lot of guys drooling over her now.. haha.. Meet Uncle Hussein was the bomb!! I simply love their songs.. Alan, the vocalist really has a high pitch voice like the pelik kind of high pitch.. I love Hujan's songs, although I find the vocalist was a bit cocky, like when everyone requested them to sing a particular song,  he gave this statement, "Lek, lek kiteorg nyanyi lagu ni, walaupon sbenarnye rasa malas nak nyanyi".. like wuttha?? nasib baik lagu sedap.. Sierra is like just another boy band.. They did a lot of acapella and beatbox.. And they have great voices too.. The other two uni bands were great too, and I can say that they all are very talented and have the opportunity to broaden their career in music industry, if they initiate.. I'm just giving opinion from my own point of view as a music lover.. So, all in all, the concert was a successful one.. 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3378789251194221902</id><published>2008-03-13T00:21:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:24.422+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot Dayana</title><content type='html'>First scene: The hot Dayana looking vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJIKOGmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XBpAi_z4AIc/s1600-h/dayana+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJIKOGmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XBpAi_z4AIc/s320/dayana+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176849445564586594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second scene: Dayana the HotStyles cover girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJYKOGnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZTQSpYa9I1I/s1600-h/dayana+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJYKOGnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZTQSpYa9I1I/s320/dayana+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176849449859553906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third scene: Dayana wanted as the hot criminal (hotstuff gitu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJoKOGoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0NjEm1DioME/s1600-h/dayana+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJoKOGoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0NjEm1DioME/s320/dayana+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176849454154521218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth scene: Dayana the brilliant hot lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJoKOGpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4D8dyJ4ECQ0/s1600-h/dayana+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdJoKOGpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4D8dyJ4ECQ0/s320/dayana+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176849454154521234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth scene: Hottie Dayana witchieee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdKIKOGqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h1npS9v1RTc/s1600-h/dayana+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdKIKOGqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h1npS9v1RTc/s320/dayana+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176849462744455842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth scene: Yehaaaaaa, the hottie cowboy is in charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdiIKOGrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nbiWae5OIdw/s1600-h/dayana+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fdiIKOGrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nbiWae5OIdw/s320/dayana+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176849875061316274" 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/8749286595508695768-3378789251194221902?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3378789251194221902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3378789251194221902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3378789251194221902'/><link 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type='html'>Hello everyone, please meet Putra, or in short, Putt.. hehe, he's one of the family members now and we love to cuddle him like our own baby... He's adorable aint he?? Every morning, he would come to my door room, and meow and scratch on the door to wake us up. He's one of the reasons that makes me smile everyday. If you meet him for the first time, he's a bit shy but once he recognizes u, he'll become really manja and like to play with you. One time, I was sleeping on the sofa, he jumped on me and bite my head. But in a manja kind of way. So people, let's meet Putt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPO4KOGjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jU_csGWbgsQ/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPO4KOGjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jU_csGWbgsQ/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176834151186045490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPPoKOGkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VIEk3NVdhik/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPPoKOGkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VIEk3NVdhik/s320/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176834164070947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPP4KOGlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5jZO3Y8aWlw/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPP4KOGlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5jZO3Y8aWlw/s320/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176834168365914706" 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/8749286595508695768-4107759448371203203?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4107759448371203203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=4107759448371203203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4107759448371203203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4107759448371203203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-putra-sulaiman.html' title='... my Putra Sulaiman'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R9fPO4KOGjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jU_csGWbgsQ/s72-c/DSC01006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3535896327925877105</id><published>2008-02-07T12:17:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:26.767+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... her surprise farewell party</title><content type='html'>I was at the city with Is. We just finished watching Sweeny Todd. That movie is gruesome but unique and one of a kind. I recommend everyone to watch it. So after the movie, I called Yaya, asking her whereabouts. She said, she's at home, but u chill laa lama2 kat city. And then I asked why? and then she said saja.. haha And then when I nearly reached home, I terserempak with Yaya and Aideeni. They asked me to follow them pergi makan. I jawab I dah makan. They insisted me again to follow them, just to teman them makan. I jawab, I need to pray. Pastu dah tak ajak dah, so kiteorg ramai2 went up the house. And then masuk jer rumah, dierang jerit SURPRISE!! And I saw D..  HAHAHA  tapi sebenarnye tak jadi, coz the party was not wholly prepared. Kelakar kelakar..  But, it was totally fun, we ate alot, we had fun poking chocolates on everyone. we cam-whoring, we took alots of "oh sweet girlfriends" photos, we talked and gossiped, we played card games.. Ohhh I'm so touched with their surprise party. I feel so terharu and loved.. hehehe.. A big thank you to Yaya, D and Aideen..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway below are some of the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pd458mAoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/svcvqBaRrRM/s1600-h/n813960576_2256403_5760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pd458mAoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/svcvqBaRrRM/s320/n813960576_2256403_5760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164043154942722690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pd458mAnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/D3GFyGHHuLI/s1600-h/n813960576_2256399_4668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pd458mAnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/D3GFyGHHuLI/s320/n813960576_2256399_4668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164043154942722674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pepZ8mAxI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Pr2QyyPTDeI/s320/n813960576_2256410_7840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164043988166378258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pepp8mAyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B2suDmk2zL0/s1600-h/n813960576_2256411_8153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pepp8mAyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B2suDmk2zL0/s320/n813960576_2256411_8153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164043992461345570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pepp8mAzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FrymC05LZIs/s1600-h/n813960576_2256415_9361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6pepp8mAzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FrymC05LZIs/s320/n813960576_2256415_9361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164043992461345586" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2826635982153538622</id><published>2008-02-05T11:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:27.667+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...her hair</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me and dayana were trying to customise my hair, to see which style suits my face. There were 6 trials but these two were the best. hahah ANd so I thought. Tell me which one do u prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6evep8mAlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8NeLbBHnXFs/s1600-h/dewi+tipu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6evep8mAlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8NeLbBHnXFs/s320/dewi+tipu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163288438994502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6evRJ8mAkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ydy_2lEtvvA/s1600-h/dewi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6evRJ8mAkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ydy_2lEtvvA/s320/dewi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163288207066268226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current hair looks like the below pic, but I'm thinking of cutting it shorter. Probably something like the above styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6ev-Z8mAmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bxvf3DXXC2w/s1600-h/CIMG7381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6ev-Z8mAmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bxvf3DXXC2w/s320/CIMG7381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163288984455348834" 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/8749286595508695768-2826635982153538622?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2826635982153538622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2826635982153538622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2826635982153538622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2826635982153538622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/02/her-hair.html' title='...her hair'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R6evep8mAlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8NeLbBHnXFs/s72-c/dewi+tipu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3581467170560648446</id><published>2008-02-04T19:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:21:42.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... life so far</title><content type='html'>I feel homesick and I want to go home. Why am I still here??? I feel bored to death. I feel like crying in which I had for the past few days... I thought I'm strong but I am not. I thought I can hold on to myself but I'm can't. Life sucks when you wake up every morning, you don't know what to do and you don't have anything to eat at home. And you don't have anyone to go out with. Totally sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-3581467170560648446?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3581467170560648446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3581467170560648446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3581467170560648446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3581467170560648446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-so-far.html' title='... life so far'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-8521992377665928347</id><published>2008-02-04T18:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:23:12.332+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... my downside</title><content type='html'>You know how girls always complain about themselves, like, "My boobs are too big" or "I'm so fat" or something like that. Well, I'm surrounded by these girls... But the truth is, these girls are in fact very pretty in my eyes. They have lovely features, very photogenic and sexy. And I'm tired and sick of hearing them talking about themselves. They are very pretty and sexy but never stop complaining about their thigh or jerawat or perut or whutever part of the body they can complain about. I hate it coz as compared to me, I'm the short one, I'm the one who always getting picked on. People always tease me for being short and small. I'm the one who have ugly hair. I'm the one who always have pimple on my chin and it's been there forever. I'm the one with crooked teeth and small lips. I'm the one with bumpy tummy. I'm the one with sepet eyes and makes me look like some chinese kids trying to get on with life. I'm the one with small figure that makes it hard for me to find shoes here. When these people complain, they really make my self-esteem go shhoooooooooooooooo down like a launched rocket that just got hit by a meteor. And I just keep my mouth shut coz I think no matter how hard I complain, I won't straight away grow tall by any inches. Hmmm, whenever they start to talk about this, I just feel like running away. I just feel like disappear. And I just wish that I'm a guy so that my life will be a lot simpler and never have to be so self-conscious like girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-8521992377665928347?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8521992377665928347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=8521992377665928347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8521992377665928347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8521992377665928347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-downside.html' title='... my downside'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-1150626368402101782</id><published>2008-01-27T00:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:29.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... about music</title><content type='html'>22 January 2008&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best concerts ever... I was really excited before the concert, I even feel nervous about what to expect during the concert. I can feel that it's gonna get me goosebumps all over me.. Me and Alan arrived right on time coz just as we got to our seats, Bon Jovi came out to the stage and started off with Great Balls of Fire, a soundtrack from Top Gun. Jon looked good regardless of his age and he surely can pull off the crowd. He's definitely very hyper on the stage.. I was very2 happy that they sang a lots of songs that I can sing along, especially Someday I'll be Saturday Night, as that's one of my favourites.. Besides Livin on a Prayer of course.. Other songs that they played were Runaway, Blaze of Glory, You Give Love a Bad Name, Bad Medicine, In These Arms, It's My Life, Have a Nice Day (encore), Wanted Dead or Alive (encore), etc. More on their official blog &lt;a href="http://www6.islandrecords.com/bonjovi/blog.php"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video below where the whole stadium sang Livin on A Prayer before Bon Jovi took it off on the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74b25218edd46ac7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b25218edd46ac7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331659053%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3322E8C31ABCC204B45AF2CD6DA95453BB4D0B71.725BA3F8C67A7CDD827BA5EC3D28BF4E4849538D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b25218edd46ac7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-uQw0GrQcNLRvmoVXRi_9k3si7o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b25218edd46ac7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331659053%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3322E8C31ABCC204B45AF2CD6DA95453BB4D0B71.725BA3F8C67A7CDD827BA5EC3D28BF4E4849538D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b25218edd46ac7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-uQw0GrQcNLRvmoVXRi_9k3si7o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa, see, told ya the concert was awesome.. Words can't really describe how awesome it was.. Only those who experienced it themselves would know the real feeling of having to watch BON JOVI live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6Gp8mAdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h0pWYw4X4lA/s1600-h/EditedCIMG7255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6Gp8mAdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h0pWYw4X4lA/s320/EditedCIMG7255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159781684096664018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6GZ8mAcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sHeVt9R02pI/s1600-h/jon+bonjovi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6GZ8mAcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sHeVt9R02pI/s320/jon+bonjovi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159781679801696706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 January 2008&lt;br /&gt;It's Australia Day today. I don't know how they got the date cause Australia doesnt have any Independence day, but anyway, today is claimed as Australia's birthday.. I went to Circular Quay with Is and others, just to jalan-jalan at the city.. It was totally a random plan as I feel like I need to go out for a while rather than staying in the house the whole day.  The initial plan was to meet Is at Circular Quay, and then take ferry to Darling Harbour and then jalan2 at the city sekejap before go back home. But as I reached Circular Quay, there were alot of manusia, sumpah ramai gler.. And apparently there was like Live Music Festival going on there. There were a few stages being set up around the city and a few at the Circular Quay itself. So i checked out the Info booth and apparently, some Australian big acts like Youth Group, Something for Kate, Evermore and Kate Miller Heidke performed live at the Rocks. So instead of jalan2 at the city, we bought some McDs and lepak at the stage.. Kate Miller Heidke and Evermore were very good. We really enjoyed their performances. As in the morning I had a headache and thought that today will be a boring day staying at home, I'm really glad that I forced myself to go out and get some fresh air and some fresh music too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6jp8mAeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UJPGkEXVeVw/s1600-h/happy+australia+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6jp8mAeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UJPGkEXVeVw/s320/happy+australia+day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159782182312870370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6j58mAfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YkkzhJTVc9A/s1600-h/australia+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6j58mAfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YkkzhJTVc9A/s320/australia+day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159782186607837682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6kJ8mAgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CXdpedccv-4/s1600-h/Something+for+Kate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6kJ8mAgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CXdpedccv-4/s320/Something+for+Kate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159782190902804994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something For Kate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6kZ8mAhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rfiajnpPwgI/s1600-h/evermore2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6kZ8mAhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rfiajnpPwgI/s320/evermore2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159782195197772306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6kp8mAiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R_4U2ycBSqs/s1600-h/evermore+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R5s6kp8mAiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R_4U2ycBSqs/s320/evermore+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159782199492739618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of Evermore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-1150626368402101782?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=74b25218edd46ac7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/1150626368402101782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-4154023865764391888</id><published>2008-01-19T01:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:24:33.505+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... about one of her sengal pieces with her friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a01709fdfc639e99" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-5034260623581800984</id><published>2008-01-13T13:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:29.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... about her summer tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This entry is mainly to keep my bestfriend in London updated about what has been going on to me since we seldom see each other online.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off, New Year celebration.. Believe it or not Dayana, I actually waited at the opera house from 2 pm to wait for the fireworks to kick off.. Gler ke tak? I went with Yaya, D and a lot of other friends and while waiting, we played some games and just lepak2.. Wish u were here to celebrate it with me.. Sorry that I couldnt make it to London like what I planned initially, coz celebrating in Sydney is what i had in mind since early this year already.. Anyway, at 9 am, there's a light firework display which is called, the family firework which is mainly for kids and it lasted for 10 minutes... And then, at midnite, the firework went crazy and huge especially at the harbour bridge.. this one lasted for almost 30 minutes... U can see from the video down here and pictures in facebook.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ec77e6422ed1f3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ec77e6422ed1f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331659053%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F8455DDB1516CFC56D3F67A5FC8158DF3F528F3.1F06E82C685721A66D5BC862382CCCCD3F795E92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ec77e6422ed1f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmZLiU5GCrSItDCyiPC4TkyxB9M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ec77e6422ed1f3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331659053%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F8455DDB1516CFC56D3F67A5FC8158DF3F528F3.1F06E82C685721A66D5BC862382CCCCD3F795E92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ec77e6422ed1f3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmZLiU5GCrSItDCyiPC4TkyxB9M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since new year, I was working every Monday, Tuesday and Friday at the lab while on the other days, I just chill out and do some results analysing.. It was boring but I earn a lot of money for every hour that I work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N then, on 11th January, I went for harbour bridge climbing with my friend, Kamal. It was a new and exciting experience for me.. The whole safety briefing, training on simulator and climbing the bridge itself took 3.5 hours.. I climbed at night simply to witness the beautiful and glowing lights of the city of Sydney at night..  It was quite windy, and quite scary when looking down the bridge.. Kamal asked me, which one is scarier? Climbing this bridge or bungy jumping? hahah of course it's bungy jumping coz u are jumping off a bridge. The cool part is that I got a certificate saying that "I climbed the Harbour Bridge".. I'll show you the cert and the pictures when I see you nanti kay, Dayana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N yesterday, I went to picnic which is sorta like a farewell party for Sunny (my good friend here) and Azan at Coogee Beach.. The weather was nice and the company was great.. The best part is when Me, Yaya, D, Alan and Faeez went to the cliff and took lotsa of pictures with the big wave crashing on the cliff at the background.. It was sooo cool.. You can see the pictures at facebook.. But here's one for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mFw-NHczI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MgwRR2112Ws/s1600-h/n619585414_376613_9877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mFw-NHczI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MgwRR2112Ws/s320/n619585414_376613_9877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154798324880470834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mFxeNHc0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PZYFKOK085g/s1600-h/n619585414_376618_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mFxeNHc0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PZYFKOK085g/s320/n619585414_376618_1673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154798333470405442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mIDuNHc1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3dYScDRJC3U/s1600-h/n619585414_376638_6994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mIDuNHc1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/3dYScDRJC3U/s320/n619585414_376638_6994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154800846026273618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Azan, Right: Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my next big event this summer is to go to Bon Jovi concert and after that, we plan to go to watch Billy Elliot at the theatre.. And then, Insyallah, Faisal will come back to Sydney coz he wants to watch Iron Maiden concert before we go back to Malaysia for good, Insyallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's ur turn to talk about ur stories, whenever you want to tell me, at least via email, so we will keep each other updated and reminded that we miss each other so much..  Take care girl...&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/8749286595508695768-5034260623581800984?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ec77e6422ed1f3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/5034260623581800984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=5034260623581800984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/5034260623581800984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/5034260623581800984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-her-summer-tale.html' title='... about her summer tale'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R4mFw-NHczI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MgwRR2112Ws/s72-c/n619585414_376613_9877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-8283430536818073041</id><published>2008-01-05T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:37:21.072+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... about her 2008 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I've never had a resolution before, simply because I don't want to be called "hangat-hangat tahi ayam". If I know what I want in that year, then I'll try my best to get it. Last few years had been great. I've gone for a road trip around Australia and New Zealand with my best mates, I've tried some adventurous activities which I've long to do such as white-water rafting and bungy jumping (ok sky diving is still in the list), I've met my bf in which I've learnt alot from him and met lot of new friends and even become closed to and I've finally graduated with great results. Well, these were parts of the things that I've achieved in life. The list continues and this year, I aim to...&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a good job with good salary&lt;br /&gt;2. Volunteer in an organisation&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a scuba-diving licence&lt;br /&gt;4. Climb the mount Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to cook better&lt;br /&gt;6. Join any class, be it a dancing class, a cooking class, a foreign language class, a yoga class, or make up  class&lt;br /&gt;7. Go for another trip around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well these are my resolutions for this year, 2008. Hope I will get em ticked off by the end of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-8283430536818073041?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8283430536818073041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=8283430536818073041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8283430536818073041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8283430536818073041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-resolutions.html' title='... about her 2008 Resolutions'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2303280011151748175</id><published>2007-12-31T02:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:33.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... at Gold Coast</title><content type='html'>It was a random and last minute plan that me and Yaya decided to go to Gold Coast for our Christmas getaway vacation. We got a pretty good deal including return flight, accommodation, theme park and shuttle bus. Once in a while, we don't mind to pay extra to pamper ourselves at a 4.5 stars hotel there. Ala ala Paris and Nicole gitu.. haha berangan. Anyway, we reached there at late night, but the moment we stepped into our room, we were so excited and straightaway made full use of yaya's new cam. Yippeee we got our own double bed!!! And our room faces a beautiful and scenic river view. AHhhhh, I love holidays like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e2peNHckI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ok6-ld4qUWQ/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e2peNHckI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ok6-ld4qUWQ/s320/hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149785522520420930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e2puNHclI/AAAAAAAAADE/lTgJJ0yPD0s/s1600-h/edit+pic+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e2puNHclI/AAAAAAAAADE/lTgJJ0yPD0s/s320/edit+pic+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149785526815388242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our first full day at Gold Coast, we went to Dreamworld. Dreamworld is exciting with fast roller-coaster rides and the ever-crazy the Claw. The pictures tell it all. The best ride at Dreamworld would be the Tower of Terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33eNHcmI/AAAAAAAAADM/32ONQ-yXtQI/s1600-h/edited+pic+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33eNHcmI/AAAAAAAAADM/32ONQ-yXtQI/s320/edited+pic+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786862550217314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33uNHcnI/AAAAAAAAADU/ojFicDjYM9s/s1600-h/edit+pic+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33uNHcnI/AAAAAAAAADU/ojFicDjYM9s/s320/edit+pic+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786866845184626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33-NHcoI/AAAAAAAAADc/8gk2OV498UU/s1600-h/edit+pic+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33-NHcoI/AAAAAAAAADc/8gk2OV498UU/s320/edit+pic+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786871140151938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33-NHcpI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fyzo_HzrRZo/s1600-h/edit+pic+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e33-NHcpI/AAAAAAAAADk/Fyzo_HzrRZo/s320/edit+pic+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786871140151954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e34eNHcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/7yiUzrpy-7M/s1600-h/editpic+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e34eNHcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/7yiUzrpy-7M/s320/editpic+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786879730086562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather forecast tells us that it's gonna rain with scattered storm. So, we decided to go to Wet n Wild to add the wildness in the wet rain. I think this park beats Dreamworld. I just love water and all the slides and rides there are just awesome. It would be soo soo much fun if there are alot of friends joining at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e4s-NHcrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p2dk330Z8jU/s1600-h/edit+pic+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e4s-NHcrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p2dk330Z8jU/s320/edit+pic+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149787781673218738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e4tONHcsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X9gZjje1QO0/s1600-h/edit+pic+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e4tONHcsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X9gZjje1QO0/s320/edit+pic+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149787785968186050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only these pictures can be displayed as these are the most decent ones. haha. The second picture was taken when taking yaya's pic with the Surfrider at the background, but these boys intervene us. But anyway, check out the Surfrider. That ride is super awesome and cool. It looks scary at first sight, but it is extremely fun and super-thrilled when riding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, it's Movie World time. Movie World can straightaway bring the kids inside of u especially when seeing and meeting all the Warner Bros characters during the parade. Seeing them always make me smile. They are all super duper cute, except for Batman of course, coz he's soooo macho and segak tampan. Anyway, there are two new rides that I want to promote here. It's Superman Escape and Batwing... Best gler gler gler... Too bad we have to queue up for Superman Escape for nearly 1.5 hours, kalau tak naik 5 kali pon tak kisah. And Batwing is cool, it's something like Giant Drop, but the difference is that it accelerates upwards instead of dropping at -G like the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7X-NHctI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X4tj7D-X6Ys/s1600-h/edit+pic+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7X-NHctI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X4tj7D-X6Ys/s320/edit+pic+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149790719430849234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7YONHcuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRPzLtUsTXE/s1600-h/edit+pic+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7YONHcuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRPzLtUsTXE/s320/edit+pic+247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149790723725816546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7YeNHcvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MZzvHge_ePA/s1600-h/edit+pic+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7YeNHcvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MZzvHge_ePA/s320/edit+pic+260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149790728020783858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7YuNHcwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cr-MofHsXhA/s1600-h/edit+pic+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7YuNHcwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Cr-MofHsXhA/s320/edit+pic+284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149790732315751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e-Q-NHcyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2PmPpWGBLNY/s1600-h/abtwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e-Q-NHcyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2PmPpWGBLNY/s320/abtwing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149793897706648354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7Y-NHcxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Kyhy2Vb8iTA/s1600-h/edit+pic+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e7Y-NHcxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Kyhy2Vb8iTA/s320/edit+pic+294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149790736610718482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt mind going to Gold COast again, but maybe, next time, after Gold Coast, stopping by at Cairnes would be a great trip. No, it would be an awesome trip coz I've always wanted to go to Cairnes and Great Barrier Reef. Hope to go there with my sayang next time.. Ok till my next story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-2303280011151748175?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2303280011151748175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2303280011151748175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2303280011151748175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2303280011151748175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-gold-coast.html' title='... at Gold Coast'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/R3e2peNHckI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ok6-ld4qUWQ/s72-c/hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-6843188292617741870</id><published>2007-12-20T09:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:56:10.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Getaway</title><content type='html'>Yey GOLD COAST HERE I COME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-6843188292617741870?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/6843188292617741870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=6843188292617741870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/6843188292617741870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/6843188292617741870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-getaway.html' title='Christmas Getaway'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-8075141566551264213</id><published>2007-12-14T16:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:39:53.587+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... in summer</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 4 years, I stayed in Sydney for Summer. It's soo damn boring without&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt; around. And him being away, makes it even worst. But thank God there's still Sunny, Yaya, Zek, D, Nik Arif, Kamal, Hawa, Anas etc around, so it's less boring here. Still, everyone has a summer job, soo, weekend is the only time for get-together. And thank God I got that job at OFTC. Although i'm pretty much doing the same thing there, but this time I got paid. And it's of quite a high rate too for a student at least. Sometimes the work can make me feel soo stressed out especially when setting up the experiments, but I'm happy that the amount of hours that I spent is paid off with lotsss of $$$. I calculate that setting up the experiment itself would reward me with at least $160. Yey. I promise that I will take my family to VS when I got back home using this working money. Anyway, I'm officially done with Uni. Yey, insyallah I will come back for the ceremony in May. In between, I hope I have the chance to travel again. Probably to Europe. At least to London and see Dayana. I miss her. Other than that, when I got back home, I got some serious shopping to do for my new room. Yey can't wait. My life may be not as interesting as some of other people here, but I'm happy and bersyukur. I'm glad that good things always come in my way. And hope it will stay that way. My prayers to others too. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-8075141566551264213?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8075141566551264213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=8075141566551264213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8075141566551264213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8075141566551264213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-summer.html' title='... in summer'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-462961802728686508</id><published>2007-12-13T22:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:04:06.239+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Scrubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Turk: Elliot, I can't talk to you about sex. I don't understand any of that crazy gibberish you use. Penis is schwing-something..&lt;br /&gt;Elliot: Schwing-schwong, peepers, or peep.&lt;br /&gt;Turk: Right. And vagina is...?&lt;br /&gt;Elliot: Disgusting! But also bajingo or hoo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;When thinking about these lines from Scrubs, it makes me giggle to myself. Scrubs has always been the best medicine when you feel lonely or sad. I love each and every character in that TV Series. Each of them has their own attributes and personality. I can laugh like crazy or cry like a baby when watching the series.  Oh and I just figured that Jordan Sullivan, whois Dr Cox's ex wife is actually the producer's, Bill Lawrence's real wife. She's really a hot mamma. And Jack, is sooooo adorable and cute. I love his smile. I always look forward to Jack's appearance in any of the episodes. I reckon the best season is Season 5. And the one episode that really touches my heart is episode 20 My Lunch. It's actually based on true story of three patients died from rabies. I must say John C. McGinley has really pulled it off as Dr. Cox. His acting is brilliant. Brilliant as in very annoying and at the same time can actually deliver a realistic and sentimental message. The fact that he has always been soo annoying that when it comes to him being very emotional whenever one of his patients who is his good friend died, his acting has successfully made me cry. Oh well, I must say I'm a cry baby, it's easy to make me cry, any sad movies make me cry. Sigh. And JD, OMG what can I say I love Zach Braff. And him along with Donald Faison as Turk make Scrubs even more hilarious. Both are bestfriends and always look out for each other. I wish I have a bestfriend like JD and Turk. Haha. I mean they were soo closed towards extent that Turk even know what JD's daydream is about. That is sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;Having the Ted's band which is called the Worthless Peon in the series make it even more hilarious and entertaining to watch to. I mean The Worthless Peon?? They can't be that bad right?? But then again, Ted is sooo pathetic as a lawyer. He's always being bullied by Dr. Kelso but when he sings, he's really serious about it. Their real band's name is called The Blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soo many things to say about the other characters like Carla, Elliot and Janitor.. BUt it's endless. I'm just writing this down for the love of Scrubs and for having not updating my blog for so long..  haha&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-462961802728686508?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/462961802728686508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=462961802728686508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/462961802728686508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/462961802728686508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-love-of-scrubs.html' title='For the love of Scrubs'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-7760730492303181063</id><published>2007-11-15T10:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:33.254+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RzuCc63vaDI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ob5dRBKQHXI/s1600-h/bon+jovi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RzuCc63vaDI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ob5dRBKQHXI/s320/bon+jovi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132839633669810226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been 12 years since Bon Jovi came to Australia. And finally, they are coming here for a  The Lost Highway World Tour in January. Me and Alan were very determined to get the tickets. We tried to purchase during the Visa pre-sale. But damn, it was sold out in 10 minutes after the release of the tix. And then, we waited until the general internet pre-sale, and we spent for 2 hours in front of the computer, but we were in no luck to get the tickets. Do u wanna know what we did? We actually have to click the button "continue" after selecting which tickets we want, but the screen always appear "Sorry we couldn't obtain the ticket you requested, it may have sold out or you might have selected more that the restricted number of tickets." It's really frustrating but we continue to do it for damn 2 hours. It's madness. Bon jovi is indeed a legend. I was devastated. I told my friends, having to wait  to get those tickets is more worrying than having to seat for the exam on the next day. And then we waited for the general public sale 2 days after that. We were very determined. Alan has finished his exams by that time. I haven't. So Alan dragged Anwar along to queue up in front of the counter 8 hours before the counter opens. That means they have been queuing up at the counter since 1 am. That's total madness. And still, there were another 2 couples in front of them which means they have waited way longer than them. At 9 am, the counter opens, and they were greeted with a woman announcing that all the tickets have been sold out. But wait. She continued with the announcement of a second show. Yey, we can still living on the prayer for the tickets (lame? haha). Unfortunately, the best tickets were sold out within 2 minutes. Crazy ain't it? So Alan bought 8 silver tickets straight away. BUT wait. I managed to buy 2 premium tickets in row C right in front of the stage ONLINE. YEY, I feel so lucky to get those tickets. And having to sleep for 8 hours. haha. So that's my story before the real Bon Jovi concert this 22 January 2008. WUHUUUUU, Im gonna experience the best concert ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-7760730492303181063?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/7760730492303181063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=7760730492303181063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7760730492303181063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7760730492303181063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/11/bon-jovi-madness.html' title='Bon Jovi Madness'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RzuCc63vaDI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ob5dRBKQHXI/s72-c/bon+jovi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3410993930786625185</id><published>2007-11-10T00:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:12:02.183+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="206" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbPda8TDLLU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbPda8TDLLU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="148" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/bon-jovi-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-3410993930786625185?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3410993930786625185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3410993930786625185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3410993930786625185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3410993930786625185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/11/bon-jovi-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-635208011187375015</id><published>2007-11-09T23:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:19:41.189+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process of a Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing that u have a secret admirer really thrills you. Especially for girls, they would normally receive losta of presents like flowers, cards or chocolates from their crushes. The most thrill part is when the card is signed off with “from your secret admirer”. The girl would feel her heart beating faster than usual and a smile is instantly carved on her face. She would excitedly tell her girlfriends about her secret admirer. In high school especially, it is hard to know who your secret admirer is as there are thousands of potential ones. But the feeling of founding a chocolate or a card in your locker is really exciting. The card usually would contain words of wisdom and encouragement or sometimes something sweet and funny. The guy doesn’t mind to put on some effort to design the card creatively, trying to capture the girl’s heart. And from a far, he would peak on the girl’s reaction when reading the card. And on the girl’s birthday, the guy who might be the girl’s casual friend who also has a crush on the girl, would try to make the best birthday party for the girl. So sweet of that secret admirer. Getting to know who your crush is, is the climax part of the story. You might have hated him since forever, not knowing that he actually likes you. On another note, you might not know him at all, but it’s just like a love at first sight. You might know this guy as a friend, but despite his sweet efforts, you disregard him because you dislike his personality. And both of you are better off as friends. There are many possibilities. Normally, the guy has to make the first move by becoming the “secret admirer” in order to start on a relationship. And then, it is totally up to the girl to determine whether the stage of their relationship will extend any further. Coz the point is that the guy already likes the girl, and he does not sure whether the girl likes him too, so if she does, then wallaaa, let’s hook up baby. That’s why the guy doesn’t mind to spend extra money on presents and chocolates for the girls. But the question is, when they are in a relationship, would that guy be as sweet as he was a secret admirer before? Would he still give chocolates and presents? Would he treat the girl nicely as before when he was soo deeply in love with the girl? Normally, some guys would get bored of the girls, because girls like attention from their boyfriend, and as a consequence, the guy would rather hang out with their friends more. And then, arguments after arguments occur between the two. And when either of them get fed up of each other, without any tolerance, they make their relationship to an end. But for couples that can tolerate with each other, and not being selfish and think just about oneself, their relationship might lasts until marriage. Of course there are no happy moments all the way, there must always be some arguments that actually make the relationship much stronger, and a lot spicier. Through these arguments, the couples actually learn about each other inside out, and having to try accepting each other more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The process of my relationships is quite similar as the above. There are ups and downs. But currently, I’m happy with him. I value my relationship with him that I hope ours will last forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: The one that I described might be different from others’ experiences. I want to elaborate more on the process but I have exams. Wish me luck. xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-635208011187375015?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/635208011187375015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=635208011187375015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/635208011187375015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/635208011187375015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/11/process-of-relationship.html' title='The Process of a Relationship'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-8219160420254288324</id><published>2007-11-05T11:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:34.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolateria San Churro</title><content type='html'>It was raining heavily. I was taking my own sweet time watching the movie Ghost Rider. And then, Sunny called. "Jom gi makan. Kamal ada skali". I straight away answered yes, since I havent met Sunny since Barkers open house while Kamal since the past 2 weeks due to thesis. At first, we thought of going to KFC at Marrickville. But it was already 10 pm. So the only food left was 2 hotrods and some chickens. Hmmm, mana nak makan nih? Arghh mind-boggling. Pastu, I said," jom ar mengkopi terus." The initial plan was to have dinner at KFC and then baru MAPLE. It was still raining, ahhhh such a nice weather to have hot coffee or chocolates. We were strolling around Glebe Point trying to find the small cafe called San Churro. Yey found it. The moment we stepped into the cafe, I straightaway felt fascinated by the atmosphere in the shop. I like the feeling in there. But maybe at that time, I felt a bit scrappy coz I was wearing PJs, while others were in their super stunning outfit (it was Saturday nite, mind u). Anyway, after waiting for at least 10 mins, we found our seats and straight away went for order. It was hard to decide coz everything that was listed on the menu was superrr mantap. Tempting nyer, rasa nak makan semua. In the end, this is what we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gnYj71MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wBBaSQjkGrw/s1600-h/IMAGE_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gnYj71MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wBBaSQjkGrw/s320/IMAGE_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143255345910978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gnoj71NI/AAAAAAAAACE/pCFWKKCHwtI/s1600-h/IMAGE_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gnoj71NI/AAAAAAAAACE/pCFWKKCHwtI/s320/IMAGE_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143259640878290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and Kamal had this Buddha Baci (top) while I had Hot and Cold (bottom). The Buddha Baci is a mixture of the classic thick Spanish hot chocolate with hazelnut chocolate while my Hot and Cold is a mixture of the classic hot chocolate and vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gn4j71OI/AAAAAAAAACM/f3UeaZFUWFw/s1600-h/IMAGE_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gn4j71OI/AAAAAAAAACM/f3UeaZFUWFw/s320/IMAGE_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143263935845602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5goIj71PI/AAAAAAAAACU/yBZjmhBPTdg/s1600-h/IMAGE_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5goIj71PI/AAAAAAAAACU/yBZjmhBPTdg/s320/IMAGE_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143268230812914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Tapas (top): Consists of strawberries with milk chocolate dip, churros, vanilla ice cream, one piece of milk chocolate hazelnut and milk chocolate peanut truffles, 2 pieces of chocolate brownies and some chocolate pretzels. Choco Churros (bottom): The Churros are served with chocolate ice cream and some melted chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5goYj71QI/AAAAAAAAACc/3erHYuz9FPI/s1600-h/IMAGE_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5goYj71QI/AAAAAAAAACc/3erHYuz9FPI/s320/IMAGE_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143272525780226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5g3Yj71RI/AAAAAAAAACk/a4ARRT1u2Sw/s1600-h/IMAGE_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5g3Yj71RI/AAAAAAAAACk/a4ARRT1u2Sw/s320/IMAGE_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129143530223818002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry and bottle (top): Strawberries served with melted white chocolate for dipping (pic not clear). Bottom: Me and Kamal were excited to eat these chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the strawberries coz I want something that is fresh and juicy to eat along with the thick chocolates. You can actually choose the chocolate dipping. I don't like dark chocolate, so I chose white chocolate and milk chocolate. The churros were simply delicious especially when eating them with the melted ice cream. Oh, the Buddha Baci tastes really different from the normal hot chocolate and very2 sedap. Sumpah tak tipu. Try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating these chocolates definitely made you feel thirsty. And also bloated and sugar high too. But really satisfying and makes you want to come again. And oh, I think I like this place better than Max Brenner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How to get there: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sanchurro.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Chocolateria San Churro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;47 Glebe Point Road, Glebe, Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tel: +61 (02) 9692 0119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Open 7 days 9am-11pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Friday and Saturday til midnight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-8219160420254288324?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/8219160420254288324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=8219160420254288324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8219160420254288324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/8219160420254288324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/11/chocolateria-san-churro.html' title='Chocolateria San Churro'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Ry5gnYj71MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wBBaSQjkGrw/s72-c/IMAGE_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-7345442612315563525</id><published>2007-10-27T18:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:58:56.471+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i prefer to hang out with guys more than girls</title><content type='html'>1. Girls can sometimes fake themselves easily to get what they want. So, I can't really trust to have many good girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Based on experience, girls tend to keep what they feel to themselves. So even if she has something against someone, she will pretend that nothing happens between them in front of other people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls like gossiping. Even if it is meant to be a secret, it can leak out easily because of their naturally big mouth. Sometimes, they feel like they are the cool people to be the first person to have something juicy to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;4. I tried to be nice to this girl, but she completely ignored me. And i dunno why it even bothers me? Maybe because i want to keep the friendship, but i don't think it's gonna work, coz we can't click anymore. And it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;5. I tried to be nice to this guy, and he treated me back nicely eventhough he was once hurt bcoz of me.&lt;br /&gt;6. It's easier to talk to guys. Maybe it's because that I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;7. When talking to guys, the topic can be general, and fun to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys don't make faces (Of course there is an exception for some guys).&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't care if I don't have a lot of gfs, as long as the one that cares about me are around me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls like to make assumptions and tell the whole world about it.&lt;br /&gt;11. Some girls are just too gedik to be handled.&lt;br /&gt;12. Some guys are too, but they look funny when they are gedik.&lt;br /&gt;13. Some girls have this laugh that's really annoying. It's like they laugh because they hate u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-7345442612315563525?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/7345442612315563525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=7345442612315563525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7345442612315563525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/7345442612315563525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-do-i-prefer-to-hang-out-with-guys.html' title='Why do i prefer to hang out with guys more than girls'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-5991267134951815702</id><published>2007-10-24T00:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:40:37.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all started off with Kami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been listening to alot of local independent bands lately. It's all started since I watched Kami, a hot TV series shown in TV these days.  Before I started to listen to these bands, I only know a few such as OAG, butterfingers, SevenCollar T-Shirt and Estranged. Estranged pun because of Itu Kamu. I loveeee  that song that I asked Faisal to play that song during MFest and he did.. YEY. Oh do u know that before this, Estranged played English songs and they sound sooooo like Incubus. Sumpah sama tak tipu.. Go check them out at their MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the local bands, I found that most of their songs have some Indonesian elements. But some of them have their own unique style in singing. Which makes me listen to them over and over again. And yet, I'm still not sick of listening to em. Well, I only know some of the bands from the soundtrack Kami such as Meet Uncle Hussein (damn most of their songs are pretty good esp Lagu Untukmu), The Times, Mom's On Strike, Couple and lots more. Kami reminds me of Abu or more famous as Nas-T and he's a DJ for his own band, Dragon Red. Dragon Red sound more like Linkin Park.. Boohoo tak minat.. Tapi minat Abu sebab die kiutt.. haha&lt;br /&gt;And also, Ramen recommended some good songs like this one by Kluk Kluk Adventure. Such a weird name for a band. But then, I got more curious of other bands that might sing good songs like the bands that I've mentioned. So, I googled. haha I should be doing my thesis since it's due in 9 days time. There are lotsa of even weird names such as Mohd Lorong Haji Taib (wth), The Chenta's, Panda Head Curry and lots more (check out at www.i-bands.net) Lawak syal.. and then I found this one band called Cik Payung.. ehhh ni macam yg Faisal recommend dulu jer.. Yeah they play pretty good songs, sound more like Cokelat. And some of the googled one that I recommend is Kamu by Nitrus, and some Malay songs by Couple. I think it's called takkan pernah melupakanmu.. I wanna find Tentang Kita by Couple but I couldnt find em.. They also have good English songs, but somehow I just feel like listening to some Indie rock Malay songs..&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I also listen to some trance/techno songs nowadays. Maybe because it's easier to study with techno songs, coz there are no lyrics to sing along with. Some good techno songs that my friends have recommended are like Benny Bennasi - Satisfaction, Global Deejays vs Benny Bennasi - San Fransisco Dreaming, Mighty Dub Katz - Magic Carpet Ride, ATB and Paul Van Dyk - DJ Special K.. Very the upbeat... Oh, and it's also started when listening to em from Ramen's laptop..&lt;br /&gt;Another song that I truly recommend is Dancing by Elisa. I told Sunny if I ever have a beautiful voice, I would sing this song in public, so that all the guys would drool over me for listening to this song. hahahaha Sumpah sapa dengar lagu ni boleh cair okkk...&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, the next entry will be about my view on the movie The Last Kiss. This movie really touches my heart!! It's already been rated to my A-list movies. =))&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/8749286595508695768-5991267134951815702?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/5991267134951815702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=5991267134951815702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/5991267134951815702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/5991267134951815702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-all-started-off-with-kami.html' title='It&apos;s all started off with Kami'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3550393527150306376</id><published>2007-10-18T22:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:59:34.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Uncle Hussain - Lagu Untukmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Wsn5vPTk3dI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Wsn5vPTk3dI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/8749286595508695768-3550393527150306376?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3550393527150306376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3550393527150306376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3550393527150306376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3550393527150306376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-uncle-hussain-lagu-untukmu.html' title='Meet Uncle Hussain - Lagu Untukmu'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2125132625289924200</id><published>2007-10-18T22:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:55:12.492+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu Untukmu by Meet Uncle Hussain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="style5"&gt;Lagu Untukmu&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style4"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;Tiada bintang&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;Dapat menerangkan hati yang telah dicela&lt;br /&gt;                        Bagai ku lumpuh tak mampu berdiri&lt;br /&gt;                        Aku tetap begini takkan berubah kerna &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style4"&gt; Aku tetap aku dan alur hidup mu bukanlah aku&lt;br /&gt;                          Guna hati akal dan fikiranku&lt;br /&gt;                          Berbeza engkau dan juga aku&lt;br /&gt;                          Dua hati yang tak mungkin bersatu&lt;br /&gt;                          Adakah aku&lt;br /&gt;                          Hanya bonekan yang enkau sering mainkan &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style4"&gt; Yang dikawal oleh jari jarimu&lt;br /&gt;                          Ku punya hati dan perasaan&lt;br /&gt;                          Pernahlah engkau fikirkan&lt;br /&gt;                          Cukuplah cukup oh cukuplah&lt;br /&gt;                          Guna hati akal dan fikiranmu&lt;br /&gt;                          Berbeza engkau dan juga aku&lt;br /&gt;                          Dua hati yang tak mungkin bersatu &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style2"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="style3"&gt;Tak tahan tak tahan&lt;br /&gt;                          Sabarku tak tertahan&lt;br /&gt;                          Melayan sikapmu perawan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style4"&gt; Berbeza berbeza&lt;br /&gt;                          Kau dan aku berbeza&lt;br /&gt;                          Kita memang tak serupa &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style4"&gt; Bebaskan&lt;br /&gt;                          Ku ingin dilepaskan&lt;br /&gt;                          Kita tidak sehaluan&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p class="style4"&gt; Cukuplah sudahlah&lt;br /&gt;                          Sampai disini sahaja&lt;br /&gt;                          Hubungan kita berdua &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-2125132625289924200?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2125132625289924200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2125132625289924200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2125132625289924200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2125132625289924200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/lagu-untukmu-by-meet-uncle-hussain.html' title='Lagu Untukmu by Meet Uncle Hussain'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3446033137623325253</id><published>2007-10-16T12:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:36.314+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Celebrated Our Raya 2007</title><content type='html'>14 October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the fourth year that I celebrate Raya in Sydney. And that I missed sembahyang sunat Raya. Down. Anyway, the celebration was good. Malaysia Hall organised open house, where there were lotsa food. And people too. We hang around at the hall until 5 pm. And took a lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQm9o4HRDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOa87cEUqhg/s1600-h/CIMG6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQm9o4HRDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOa87cEUqhg/s320/CIMG6962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121761516613747762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQm-Y4HREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/B4CEmPOL0s0/s1600-h/CIMG7028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQm-Y4HREI/AAAAAAAAAAc/B4CEmPOL0s0/s320/CIMG7028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121761529498649666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then, we went to Puan Lin's place. We were the last group to arrive. Dengan muka tak malu we lepak until 8 pm.&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/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQnto4HRFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/svuWJEU0qJA/s1600-h/CIMG7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQnto4HRFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/svuWJEU0qJA/s320/CIMG7043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121762341247468626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQnt44HRGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TYbwjmnOmmc/s1600-h/CIMG7048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQnt44HRGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TYbwjmnOmmc/s320/CIMG7048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121762345542435938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comel kan anak2 Puan Lin. The boy's name is Yusof and si comel lagi sorang tu Yasmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 October 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We continued our Raya celebration at Macquarie pulak. There are lotsa Malays kat sana, so there were lotsa open house. We planned to just go to only 2 houses coz we need to get back to the city early but ended up with 4 houses. Anyway, first house was Tasha's house. We had some nasi himpit with daging kicap, and some chilli chicken. haha main hentam jer nama dish dierang. And then we went to Nisaa's house. Over there, we had mee sup and tomyam. Sumpah sedap. Faisal really likes the kuih and biscuits. After that, off we went to Fatin's house. We were served with the famous Fatin's chicken (that's what they called it) and kuih Snow White. Lastly, we went to Firza's house where we were served with more soto. Ada serunding, sedapnya tak terkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQpdY4HRHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RwzToHnHsrQ/s1600-h/CIMG7057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQpdY4HRHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RwzToHnHsrQ/s320/CIMG7057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121764261097849970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQpeI4HRII/AAAAAAAAAA8/84MNQVwP7t4/s1600-h/CIMG7068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQpeI4HRII/AAAAAAAAAA8/84MNQVwP7t4/s320/CIMG7068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121764273982751874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQpeo4HRJI/AAAAAAAAABE/5N0wVzHJKUE/s1600-h/CIMG7104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQpeo4HRJI/AAAAAAAAABE/5N0wVzHJKUE/s320/CIMG7104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121764282572686482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Me with Tasha. This one is for you Dayana&lt;br /&gt;2: Me and Hawa with Fatin and her housemates&lt;br /&gt;3: The Macquarie coalition: Faisal, Dewi, Hawa, Sunny and Zek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason we had to rush back to the city is that Sunny has promised to belanja us all at Neptune Palace. He booked the place at 8.30 pm, so we had to have enough time to bersiap-siap and try to look as best as we can. ALL IN laa kan. Anyway, there were me and Faisal, Azan, Zek and the Gedik Queens. We were served with super delicious mud crabs, kapitan chicken, mandarin duck, belacan eggplant, wasabi meat, etc. Super mantap I tell you. Thank you Sunny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxWk0I4HROI/AAAAAAAAABk/V9FXrMyHEA8/s1600-h/CIMG7105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxWk0I4HROI/AAAAAAAAABk/V9FXrMyHEA8/s320/CIMG7105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122181366846801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxWk044HRPI/AAAAAAAAABs/b8q85R4IepI/s1600-h/CIMG7109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxWk044HRPI/AAAAAAAAABs/b8q85R4IepI/s320/CIMG7109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122181379731703026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxWk1Y4HRQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gqcYzHQtgjQ/s1600-h/Mud+Crab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxWk1Y4HRQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gqcYzHQtgjQ/s320/Mud+Crab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122181388321637634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Me and the girls&lt;br /&gt;2: Lelaki2 hensem&lt;br /&gt;3: The tempting mud crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-3446033137623325253?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3446033137623325253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3446033137623325253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3446033137623325253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3446033137623325253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-we-celebrated-our-raya-2007.html' title='How We Celebrated Our Raya 2007'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/RxQm9o4HRDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOa87cEUqhg/s72-c/CIMG6962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-5651131194916210418</id><published>2007-10-12T14:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:57:15.021+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My formal supervisor is Roger I Tanner and he's very famous in Rheology industry. Go and look up for him in the Internet. My co-supervisor is Shicheng. He's very good in numerical modelling. I did most of my experiments at OFTC. Over there, I was supervised under Richard and Maryanne. Richard is another postgrad who is doing his PHD research over there. Maryanne is the leader of the microstructured polymer optical fibre research group, so she has a very good knowledge about the topic I am doing. Anyway, below are the outcomes of the meeting with all the people above regarding my thesis draft, before I can submit the real one in early next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Meeting  with Formal Supervisor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh wow there are a lot figures you got there. I've seen that you've been putting alot of effort there. Good. Good". Another page is flipped. " Your construction of sentence is very good too. You can write well. I have a son who is an engineer. He said a good engineer must be able to speak and also write very well. I'm so impressed with you, your seminar was good, and you can write with good sentences too." And then he saw some grammatical errors. "Oh, now here's the thing, since you have done all the experiments, you should write in past tense, not present. But it's only minor errors. You can just change them later.""Well, Dewi, u deserve a very good mark, I'll give you mark same or something around as what you get in seminar. you really deserve a high D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome from the meeting: I got a lot of compliments from him and he just corrected a few grammatical errors and he affirmed to give good marks to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Happy face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Meeting with Shicheng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, you got a lot of figures there." He flipped through the pages from introduction until conclusion. In the midst of flipping through the pages, when reaching the experiment part, he just explained something more that can be put into the discussions. And then I said, "Oh I need your help in the discussion part, which is to compare with the numerical simulations that you are supposed to do". He said, "We haven't actually worked on it yet, but what u can do is you just said that the results you have obtained will be used as the raw data for the simulations, bla bla". "To add more contents to make your thesis more solid, you can add up bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome of the meeting: More informative and constructive info to put into content. I should email the draft to him so he can add in some for me and also correct any grammatical errors after I finish doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Meeting with Richard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually met him, but I emailed him my draft just to get his feedback on it. And here's what he said:&lt;br /&gt;"Just had a quick look at your thesis. It needs a bit of work, in terms of background and the aim. I didn't really get a good feeling about the main reason you're doing this project. The order and structure will also need a bit of re-organising. The experiments are fine, but you need to display them (eg graphs, diagrams) more clearer. I think you better get Maryanne to have a look, asap. You only have a few weeks before you have to print, bind and submit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, chin up, there's just a few more weeks to go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going to email it to Maryanne to see how she can help me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-5651131194916210418?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/5651131194916210418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=5651131194916210418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/5651131194916210418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/5651131194916210418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/thesis-crisis.html' title='Thesis Crisis'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2902457907084028951</id><published>2007-10-10T12:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:50:06.572+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mentaltxt"   style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always have this problem of forgetting things despite just having the conversation with someone about something or reading about one particular subject. Sometimes we forget a fact almost instantaneously and sometimes we can remember it for the rest of our lives. An article that I found mentioned that if a fact is stored in our short-term memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, we are more likely to instantaneously forget it again. But once information enters our long-term memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, it still may be in danger of being forgotten. Studies have shown that the rate of forgetting is highest shortly after the learning happens and tapers off as time passes. Additionally, we may remember the general idea much longer than specific facts. For example, I was in the same school with this particular girl, but because we were not that close, I seemed not to remember her name now, eventhough she looks very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more thoroughly you learn the subject, the less likely you are to forget it. This is because you are reinforcing the memories more deeply into your mind by overlearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the topic. Information learned quickly will also be forgotten quickly. Another factor that determines forgetting is the amount of reinforcement that you give these memories. If you learn something and then are never asked to recall that information, it is going to be forgotten much more easily than if you use the learned information on a regular basis. So, if you want to remember something, you should learn it thoroughly and then refresh your memory from time to time.Well, this mostly happens in most of my classes where mass information was being absorbed at once within merely say, one hour. That's why we need to revise the subject after class to regain back the information and stick em into our head which seldom happens. Sometimes I just feel like I learn these subjects not because i'm interested in it but because I have to, mainly due to exams. This is just not right. I have to instill that interest in me, then maybe i can remember the facts better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mentaltxt"   style=";font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:12pt;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, my memory capacity seems to be very weak, coz sometimes, when I talk to someone, I seem to forget of what I want to say to them which is absolutely absurd, coz I just talked to him about a certain topic, and I somehow forget about it instantly. Maybe I didnt eat much fresh vegetables, or maybe I just take things senselessly, hence, the particular information just sway away from my thoughts. I should try to learn about the functions of brain more, and then maybe I can understand why I'm being such a forgetful person. And hence, I can try to learn to control my brain and try to remember things as hard as i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-2902457907084028951?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2902457907084028951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2902457907084028951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2902457907084028951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2902457907084028951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/memory-crisis.html' title='Memory Crisis'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2492136608881020518</id><published>2007-10-07T21:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:28:36.524+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ADND 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Rwi-cgKCswI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uVEfdv-OaQw/s1600-h/CIMG6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Rwi-cgKCswI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uVEfdv-OaQw/s320/CIMG6960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118550373384237826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For the first time ever, I went to Annual Dinner And Dance  after 4 years being in Sydney.. Well I thought since this is my final year, why not just go and check out the event myself? The event started off quite late, where u can see in the invitation card, it stated  6 p.m, but it was actually at 8 pm on the real night.. And then, the sound system was terrible. The whole night was spoiled with the Rrrrrr sound with a very high pitch. Anyhoo let's talk about what we ate. The dinner started off with chicken appetizer and later we were served with the main course. I had salmon and my god it tasted terrible. In fact it's tasteless.. Ironically the salmon was served with some pulut kuning which was tasteless as well.. The other dish was chicken rice and it was better than the salmon. And later on we were served with dessert. I got dark chocolate mousse. I'm not really a fan of chocolate especially dark chocolate, so I swapped with cheese cake which tastes a lottt better. The performance was, hmmmm, not up to my expectation. Well, with the students as the audience, I guess u don't need much practice and preparation to entertain them. The performers didnt even know the lyrics to the songs that they were supposed to sing. Surprisingly, some representative from MAS actually complimented them for putting up such a good event.. wth? The night did not actually last with the dance. remember it was supposed to be Annual Dinner and Dance. But it was just dinner. Oh well. Most of us just took pictures with friends, and then everyone slowly started to make an exit from the hotel. And then, smoking sessions among those who smoke started, before everyone made their own way home or etc. As for me, I don't think my $75 for the ticket and $129.90 for the dress spent for that night was worth it. But I'm glad that my bf and other friends had enjoyed the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-2492136608881020518?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2492136608881020518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2492136608881020518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2492136608881020518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2492136608881020518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/adnd-07.html' title='ADND 07'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZmS0Tm3f_M/Rwi-cgKCswI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uVEfdv-OaQw/s72-c/CIMG6960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3898580260123867751</id><published>2007-10-02T18:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:35:22.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabra and Neil - Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/s7ixtKIyyio' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/s7ixtKIyyio'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/8749286595508695768-3898580260123867751?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3898580260123867751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3898580260123867751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3898580260123867751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3898580260123867751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/10/sabra-and-neil-sweet-dreams.html' title='Sabra and Neil - Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-3041102510406627195</id><published>2007-09-30T13:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:55:52.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrubs - The Best Of Ted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VbZAdRIwi6A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VbZAdRIwi6A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/8749286595508695768-3041102510406627195?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/3041102510406627195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=3041102510406627195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3041102510406627195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/3041102510406627195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/09/scrubs-best-of-ted.html' title='Scrubs - The Best Of Ted'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-2017942978445177818</id><published>2007-09-30T13:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:38:26.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Compilation of Ted's Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/xxVGoF3eSO8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/xxVGoF3eSO8" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whenever I feel sad, I watch this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-2017942978445177818?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/2017942978445177818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=2017942978445177818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2017942978445177818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/2017942978445177818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/09/compilation-of-ted-band.html' title='Compilation of Ted&amp;#39;s Band'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-4161235624638994276</id><published>2007-09-29T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:37:50.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consciousmedianetwork.com/1/rtg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.consciousmedianetwork.com/1/rtg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was bored to death. I couldn't write my thesis. I was restless. So, I browsed through the folder "movie". And then I saw one called "The Road to Guantanamo". I was naively thought this is another animation movie. So why not relaxed myself by watching another heart-soothing animation movie. The movie started off with Bush saying, "The only i know for sure is that these are bad people, I'm looking forward to work closely with the Blair Government to deal with the issue". The movie was basically a docudrama about 3 Britons Muslims who were released without charge from 2 years of incarceration at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. They were accused of getting involved in Taliban and Al-Qaeda which was not true. They intend to travel to Pakistan because one of them wants to get married, and his closed friends were accompanying them. But somehow, at Kashmir, during the Friday Prayers, there was a hype about helping the Afghans who were suffering from war as a consequence from the 9/11 incident. So at the border of Pakistan-Afghanistan, they decided to stop by and help the Afghans and to see the conditions there. But somehow, they were captured by the Afghan War Lord, General Dostum. Later, Red Cross came over and promised them to contact the British Embassy and return home, but unfortunately, they were handed over to the Americans. This where the torturous moments started. For more story (in accurate details) refer to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://observer.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,6903,1168937,00.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. I couldnt bear of watching the whole torturing moments, cause it was just ruthless. I felt goosebumps when hearing people crying their heart out and begging for mercy. It was terrifying looking at people covered with blood and some of them lost parts of their body. There was one scene, one of the lads was speechless, and couldnt do anything when seeing his cousin lost his hand, and face and the whole body covered with blood. And, right when he was about to say something to his cousin, an exploding of another bomb forced him to follow the other survivors on a truck and forced him to leave him behind. When they were captured by the Americans, they were transferred from one cell to another. The last one was at Guantanamo Bay. There, there were several different class of cells. They had to go through all the painful and tormenting moments for 2 years. And what touched me the most was despite having to  being locked up in the cell, they didnt forget to pray. In the article, they said, before they came to Afghanistan, they were like any normal Briton lads. They didnt have any beard. They were like any other normal teenagers. But their stay and experience made them a stronger person and Muslim. I couldnt help myself but cry when I watch these people struggle with their lives, trying to survive in the horrible and horrifying conditions and yet still remember Allah. There was a guy who even begged to be killed because he couldnt bear the pain any longer. But instead he was beaten up that causes him brain damage because he was trying to commit suicide. How horrible was the condition in Guantanamo. Eventhough they survived, but they were still traumatized by the conditions and there was no welcome home celebration but instead another chapter on how to overcome the psychological effects that they have suffered for the past years. It was such a sad thing that even the Islamic community there didnt welcome them back in an open arms, instead accused them for being the cause of being blamed as the terrorist. Is there any justice in this world? They intend to sue the US Government, but they couldn't do anything because of the ever power that could conceal any evil flaws the US has done. Well, the least that I can do for them is to pray for their safety and May Allah Bless Them for what they have gone through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749286595508695768-4161235624638994276?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/4161235624638994276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=4161235624638994276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4161235624638994276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/4161235624638994276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/09/realization-struck.html' title='Realization struck'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749286595508695768.post-6663769933325286989</id><published>2007-09-29T16:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:01:44.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the third one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I know that a blog is a place to express oneself.. Sometimes, it turns out like a personal diary, where you tell everyone about what you have been up to.. well, maybe it's just another medium to tell their loved ones about what has been going on around them, say a story about her trip to NZ or maybe her experience of performing a dance during any festival in Sydney. It can also be a place to do a review on food, or interesting places, or fashion or whatever of one's interest. Well, my previous blogs have marked some memories that I've jotted down, some for my own satisfaction, and some for everyone else to know. But somehow, I just feel like a change of a blog. Well, basically just to remain known by only the closed ones... the closed ones that I have trusted all my life, and will trust them more in the future. So, that I know that despite whatever i write down in here, they will still love me, and not judge me solely by this blog.&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/8749286595508695768-6663769933325286989?l=mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/feeds/6663769933325286989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749286595508695768&amp;postID=6663769933325286989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/6663769933325286989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749286595508695768/posts/default/6663769933325286989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizanonisclueless.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-third-one.html' title='This is the third one'/><author><name>Aurora Borealis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06765346495100394768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
