<?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-3470070067037634061</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:41:29.713+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='American Idol 8'/><category term='My Roots..'/><category term='My Weight Probs..'/><category term='FreYa DvaN'/><category term='True or False?'/><category term='Dear Diary..'/><category term='EXAM FEVER..'/><category term='AF7'/><category term='The Punisher..'/><category term='Harry Potter..'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Speechless..'/><category term='My Experiences..'/><category term='and I..'/><category term='Current Issues..'/><title type='text'>F³@GoKu™ ©</title><subtitle type='html'>..:: This Is Not The Beginning &amp;amp; This Is Not The End Of Me, Myself &amp;amp; I ::..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-2149035718468690924</id><published>2009-10-21T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:34:37.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speechless..'/><title type='text'>Jeng Jeng!! Proton vs Mercedes = SAMAN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday night around 10:50pm, when my mum fetch me from my boyfriend's house, on the way to my house right after we were out from the traffic light junction at Arkib, opposite Taman Fortuna and next to Taman Rimba Tropika, we were stopped by policemen near Petronas and Shell Petrol Station because an accident had just happened.. It wasn't that terrible but for what me and my mum saw that night, we both consider it as serious accident though there's no one got hurt that night.. When there's a lot of policemen means that IS a serious case.. I bet, both car owner would get a ticket (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saman&lt;/span&gt;) that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are some of the pictures that I manage to took last night.. Thank goodness that I've brought my digital camera with me.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6VffZljPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tc7rhIcq_hU/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6VffZljPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tc7rhIcq_hU/s400/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394913771873733874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how many policemen were there yesterday night.. So many.. Not forgetting the towing service also there, few of them.. So this was where my mum have to stop the car because the policeman in front ask us to.. So we stopped and then I remembered my camera so then I took  it out and took this pic.. =) The other policeman was also taking picture at that moment.. May be for evidence, you'll never know.. The car that accident yesterday night in the picture was the white Proton (in the middle)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6Xnt7jn1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/l6fcAtG_3ss/s1600-h/IMG_0819+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6Xnt7jn1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/l6fcAtG_3ss/s400/IMG_0819+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394916112236519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask my mum to make a 'U' turn so I can get a closer look and took another picture of the incident.. By the time my mum made the 'U' turn, the white Proton has been pushed next to the Shell Petrol Station junction.. And this is how it looks like at the front of the vehicle.. The front  (with the red circle) was smashed and I think the engine also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hancur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6Y0D0-0sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/evVbVEC6WYw/s1600-h/IMG_0820+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6Y0D0-0sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/evVbVEC6WYw/s400/IMG_0820+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394917423784579778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that involves in the accident was a Mercedes.. This was the time where my mum &amp;amp; I got the shocking look on our face as we saw the Mercedes' position at the incident and the back of the vehicle also smashed.. As you can see, the position of the car went up and one of the wheels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tersangkut&lt;/span&gt; at the zink at the side of the road.. Can you imagine how big the impacted was until the car can be at that position with the vehicle's bumper smashed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this was the full scenario that night with the 2 vehicles (with the red pointing arrows)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6awNJzkjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3siP-0Qbdhw/s1600-h/IMG_0821+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6awNJzkjI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3siP-0Qbdhw/s400/IMG_0821+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394919556591620658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So folks out there, please remember to drive safely so no one gets hurt.. Also remind ourselves that we can only live once in the world and there would not be a second chance to live the life that you have today.. You may be safe from an accident when it happen but you will never know, you might lose something other than your life.. So appreciate what you have and live a life you would not want to regret the rest of your life.. Not forgetting, thank God for you are still alive today.. God bless everyone of you out there, including me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-2149035718468690924?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/2149035718468690924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeng-jeng-proton-vs-mercedes-saman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/2149035718468690924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/2149035718468690924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeng-jeng-proton-vs-mercedes-saman.html' title='Jeng Jeng!! Proton vs Mercedes = SAMAN!!'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St6VffZljPI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tc7rhIcq_hU/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-4966109430180001045</id><published>2009-10-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:16:45.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Issues..'/><title type='text'>Who should be blame??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is an article that I've found while I saw surfing through the internet early this morning.. I never thought that Malaysia has a controversy with the Indonesian.. It is quite an interesting topic for as it attracts my attention and I read through it.. Please my fellow readers who EVER read whatever I've posted, feel free to leave up your comments as well because there are some earlier comments posted together with the article..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St1fISUgojI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y_h3cmC6QPA/s1600-h/malindo-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St1fISUgojI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y_h3cmC6QPA/s400/malindo-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394572524621177394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There has been a lot of hype and complaints from many Indonesians toward our fellow neighbor, Malaysia. It is an ongoing battle that seems to have no end. Currently, Indonesians are furious with Malaysia over the Pendet dance and its origins. Although there are new facts from the Discovery Channel that there was a third party involved with the misunderstanding, many Indonesia can't help but reject that notion. They strongly believe that it is the Malaysians' fault. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately, everywhere I go, I seem to hear people discussing this Malaysia-Indonesia dispute regarding the Pendet dance. More and more it seems that people are no longer fussing about Malaysia trying to steal the Pendet dance idea, but instead just clearly stating how much they hate Malaysia. Whether I'm in my dorm, at campus, or at a McDonald's, I hear the statement of "I hate Malaysia" constantly. People seem to hate talking about Malaysia, but can't help discussing them. That hate can be dated back to a long time ago. But the question in my mind still remains, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Should We Hate Malaysia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The earlier comments towards the issue :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;From a Malaysian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia, as a nation, grew and thrives as a multicultural melting pot. Throughout its history, each new group of settlers from other shores brought along and practiced their culture and language in Malaysia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Naturally, Malaysia has come to regard all these diverse cultures as an integral part of its national fabric, without denying the countries of origin as the source of those cultures. In a way, it is part of a historical globalization, long before globalization became a catchword. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;As such, Malaysia's promotional and tourism material feature these diverse cultures, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have never heard of any Malaysian saying that the current issue on the Pendet dance as raised by Indonesians is an issue at all. We heard about the controversy, but hardly any Malaysian has given it serious attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;In any case, Malaysian tourism promotional material also show Chinese, Indian, Portuguese and other cultures, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but we never heard of the people or governments of China, India, Portugal or other countries making a fuss or hating Malaysia for it.&lt;/span&gt; Personally, I think the root of the problem is that Indonesians consider their country as the center of gravity for the larger Nusantara (Indonesian archipelago) and has historically viewed Malaysia as a little brother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;As the economic and social progress of the two countries take different courses and fortunes, the little brother grew in prominence, to the displeasure of the big brother. For example, long ago, Malaysians go to Indonesia for university education. Now, it is the other way round. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;This and other developments have given rise to a collective sense of insecurity on the part of Indonesians, and the ensuing emotionalization and sensationalization of the issue has led to a rather dangerous radicalization and loss of reality and proper perspective and pragmatism. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Indonesian political leadership, who have to take care of both their domestic constituencies and external relations, compared to opposition politicians who are more inward looking and not burdened with the responsibility of international relations, cannot handle the issue effectively. Frankly, I think this is a sad development for Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;From Thailand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;The various controversies between Indonesia and Malaysia over cultural issues fall outside the traditional issues of geographical sovereignty which normally lead to military action. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;But continuing irritation could lead to an atmosphere of hostilities which cause border violations to explode into military confrontations. It is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't Indonesians just feel flattered when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia adopts Indonesian cultural icons as its own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why are Indonesians so insecure about their own identity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3 From Jakarta replied but 1 seem to disagree with the other 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I, too, am so tired of hearing about everyone's hatred. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ating Malaysia won't do us any good.&lt;/span&gt; It is just something like a "considerable byproduct" What led Indonesian to hate Malaysia? As the saying goes, there's no going back to the past. But here, we need to do so. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indonesia and Malaysia seem to be getting on well. But still, don't be so sure about that! Indonesia-Malaysia disputes have been a part of our history (as you said), so it's not solely about the current issue, but also the accumulation of the malignity since Sukarno's era in the 1960s. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n some ways, it is no wonder that Malaysia claimed our culture since they sensed we couldn't bring ours into the international market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They will do anything necessary to promote their tourism industry, even if it means they have to claim our culture as theirs.&lt;/span&gt; All we have to do is to cast about for new ideas to fight against Malaysia's claims. Censuring Malaysia is somewhat unworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick and tired of the arguments over Pendet, wayang, rendang, tacky songs, etc. Do most Indonesians know that we (the Dutch) drew the territorial boundaries? Indonesians and Malaysians were part of Nusantara. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u should start dealing with this issue from a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt; The way you are handling this issue shows how uneducated you are. The media, too, is responsible for this madness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I appreciate the efforts of some young Malaysians and Indonesians who are promoting discussion through the Indonesia-Malaysia Damai on Facebook. This kind of group is much healthier, compared with following stupid politicians who demand "Down with Malaysia" (ganyang Malaysia).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The one that disagree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hatred of Malaysia is a reaction to their arrogance toward us. I have been to Malaysia several times and have observed their sickening racism. They say we are Malay brothers? It's a joke, let's stop this pretense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's there in the way that they treat you at the airport, in the five-star hotels; even the taxi driver gives you attitude. It's there if you walk into an expensive restaurant, they think you have made a mistake, or maybe you have come looking for a job washing dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have seen how differently they treat Europeans, or Japanese, or someone from an affluent country. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(by Mr A)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The reply to the above comment...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is to immense with the notion that Indonesian are always right.what a snob..When you talked about racism..do you think the Chinese in Indonesia are being oppressed by the pribumi... remember you have riot on the pribumi and the Chinese...you burnt their houses, killed them and yet you blame us as racist..get your house in order before making judgment... We Malaysian are professional in accepting foreigners..i do agree with the bad habits of our taxi drivers..even we as Malaysian feel tormented by our taxi drivers...but hey..why don't you try our "BLUE TAXI"..you be surprise... We are not arrogance..in fact you are... Remember you history..."GANYANG MALAYA" raise by Bung KARNO and now you guys... what a lame.. we never wants to ganyang anybody.. May be because you guys... I am well informed of the economic with the majority of your populations...most of them are being tormented with living condition, no jobs, poor hygiene.. All this lead to mental abrubtion.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;think wisely before raise your voices and burning other people's flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then reply to the above comment by another person who agrees with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this time this Indonesian is right. Regarding Indonesian Chinese, have you talked to them? To know what is actually going on? Have you not your own 13 May tragedy, in which, the reason of your wealth based on (NEP). That's how you legitimate your discrimination towards Chinese and Indians, and yet natives of Sabahans and Sarawakians don't feel they have the same portion of the cake. Yes, get your house in order first. Can you show some examples of professionalism in accepting foreigners in your case? Do you know history of Konfrontasi from sources other than your government provides? Ganyang Malaysia (not Malaya) was denounced because Malaysia was a puppet nation made by British to prevent Malaya by nationalist pro-Indonesia-socialist Malays joining Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://10tahun.blogspot.com/2008/02/pkmm-bidas-dato-onn.html" title="http://10tahun.blogspot.com/2008/02/pkmm-bidas-dato-onn.html"&gt;http://10tahun.blogspot.com/2008/02/pkmm-bidas-dato-onn.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If they joined socialist-leaning Indonesia, the Sultans would be unemployed. So, Sultans and British collaborated to form Malaysia. If you have no idea about Indonesia and Indonesians or even your own country, I'd suggest you write somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some others agree on each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I am a Malaysian, I can never hate Indonesia. In fact I like so many things about Indonesia that I have a never-ending list, for instance, 1) I love Sambal Terasi, Nasi Padang, Nasi Goreng Indonesia, and especially the food at Pondok Laguna 2) I love Bahasa Indonesia, in that it is a constantly evolving language and it is much better than Bahasa Melayu in the everyday use. I learn to speak more Bahasa Indonesia in one year than I did in Bahasa Melayu in my entire education years 3) I love the fact that Bahasa Indonesia is one spoken language understood and used by all, unlike in Malaysia where we struggle constantly between choosing Malay, English, Mandarin, Tamil, etc. at all levels of society 4) I love my Indonesian friends whom I never fail to visit when I'm there, and whom I always look forward to host when they visit Malaysia 5) I love the humility and hospitality displayed by Indonesians in your country as well as abroad 6) I love the fact that our Indonesian house helper introduces so many Indonesia dishes that I've never tasted before, she is one of the best we ever had and we treat her like family 7) I love the fact that it is the ex-Indonesian badminton players who's coaching the Malaysian badminton national team and showing results And finally, without Indonesia, they would be no Bali, Borobudur, Lombok, Bandung, Manado, Medan, etc. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our lives are so much more enriched with Indonesia as our neighbor.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you, Indonesia. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(by Mr C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr C&lt;/span&gt;; there are so many things that I like about Malaysia, Nasi Kandar, Ice Kacang, Durian Kucing Tidur, Beef Rendang over Rice (when in Flushing, NY, tasted like the rendang my mother cooked). And I envy &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr C&lt;/span&gt; for being colonized by the British who are smarter than the Dutch, their ex-colonies are better off, with Commonwealth grouping, better educated. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TW, all these noises, come only from Jakarta, you don't hear them in Bukittinggi or Ternate or Kupang, so they don't represent Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(by Mr D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that the issue is still on; which I think so, will there be a real conclusion? So my dear readers, feel free to do your part, comment on it, who knows, your voice may be heard this time.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The picture below shows the main issue about.. It is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendet&lt;/span&gt; Dance.. My dad took this picture when we had our tour to Bali which is last year July 2008.. Just so people know what is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendet&lt;/span&gt; Dance for those who doesn't know about it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St1qOgtBZTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WP7aJdIyJ_I/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St1qOgtBZTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WP7aJdIyJ_I/s400/DSC01641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394584726189204786" 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/3470070067037634061-4966109430180001045?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/4966109430180001045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-should-be-blame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4966109430180001045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4966109430180001045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-should-be-blame.html' title='Who should be blame??'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/St1fISUgojI/AAAAAAAAAOg/y_h3cmC6QPA/s72-c/malindo-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-3266358126435534575</id><published>2009-10-20T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:14:50.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Issues..'/><title type='text'>Mothers Play A Crutial Role</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;An article about the current issue about "Mothers Play A Crucial Role" taken from The Sun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StytHBkBkNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lj-2iY4nJWM/s1600-h/retrobicarb51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StytHBkBkNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lj-2iY4nJWM/s320/retrobicarb51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394376789873234130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StytHsBbeFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8KyC3oK-TQY/s1600-h/sriimg20041229_5435119_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StytHsBbeFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8KyC3oK-TQY/s320/sriimg20041229_5435119_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394376801270855762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was the norm for a long time that the husband ventures out to earn the income for the family. Of the income earned, the bulk of it was spent on food, shelter and clothing. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The wife was given the honor and trust to take charge of the home, cooking and children. One should acknowledge t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hat these are not easy tasks unless the wife is reasonably educated, dedicated, disciplined, and most importantly fulfills her responsibilities with love. It is really not an over-statement to call her the "queen of the house". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is happening today is paving the way for the destruction of the family institution. The moral values and the discipline among children has dipped tremendously. The food (lunch) for the family is prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in haste and often not as nutritious as it should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StyvMcqLUMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UOx6hY28U60/s1600-h/careermums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StyvMcqLUMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UOx6hY28U60/s320/careermums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394379082069397698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, in more than 75% of families both husband and wife are wage earners. This means the children are under the care of a maid (most of whom don’t speak English), nanny (who are reasonably educated) or with acquaintances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Often, the amount earned by one of the wife is not significantly higher that than that paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for all the household chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The working parents are restless and not at peace away from home. Many call home frequently to check on their children and their maids. Some parents even install CCTVs in their homes to have a first-hand look at what is going on in their house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Previously, the children spent less time with their fathers and it was treated as normal. However, today the time children spend with their mothers has been reduced too. As a result, the younger children are more attached to the maid, nanny or others in the house as compared to the mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some children fall sick when the maid or nanny takes leave. Some mothers are envious or jealous of this scenario. Even if the maid or the nanny seems very caring, there is an element of doubt in the sincerity as there is no blood relationship between the child and the nanny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Working couples claim that it is a necessity for both to work as the salary they get is low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do wives shun being queen of the house, and opt to work? Many of them are now highly educated and it is seen as a waste of resources if they stay at home. The husbands too are to be blamed for not valuing, honoring and respecting the contributions of housewives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StywYYxsxYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q0LwXwHEV3I/s1600-h/working_moms_mothers_day_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StywYYxsxYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q0LwXwHEV3I/s400/working_moms_mothers_day_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394380386697266562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are a lot of mothers who are in dilemma between choosing their family’s well being and having a successful career. In the end they end up choosing one lackadaisically. I am sure if many half-day positions (four hours a day) are created, many such mothers would gladly accept such positions as it would give them more time to spend with their family. Some can work in the morning shift and the others in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope the Human Resource Ministry will allow half-day work for mothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My conclusion is that, the parents should assess whether there is a need for both of them to work. Serious consideration should be given to non-monetary aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For mothers who does not be careful on their children surrounding, this might would happen to you if you're not being careful for your children instead you care more about yourself..&lt;br /&gt;Also, be careful, your maid may look innocent to you but you would never know what would your maid be doing behind you when you're not around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73d6f3aad66861c" 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://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D073d6f3aad66861c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331738869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E156511EB6D32EBC453142F4ECBDCE76DDC014A.3E594E279016A78851A686E9015A0E02412BB955%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73d6f3aad66861c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DomQmT0S-tGyTRRmu0hh-NXdspX8&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://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D073d6f3aad66861c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331738869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E156511EB6D32EBC453142F4ECBDCE76DDC014A.3E594E279016A78851A686E9015A0E02412BB955%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73d6f3aad66861c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DomQmT0S-tGyTRRmu0hh-NXdspX8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-3266358126435534575?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/3266358126435534575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/mothers-play-crutial-role.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/3266358126435534575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/3266358126435534575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/mothers-play-crutial-role.html' title='Mothers Play A Crutial Role'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StytHBkBkNI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lj-2iY4nJWM/s72-c/retrobicarb51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-6249393511513887396</id><published>2009-10-11T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:27:23.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary..'/><title type='text'>What would be worse that today? *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, it's only in the afternoon yet things were tough for me since morning.. To be exact, it all started yesterday and some few days ago.. I don't mean to recall everything but nothing seem to can stop my mind to kept thinking about it especially when I'm in church having a morning mass this early morning at St. Simon Church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Father Cosmos was giving out his homily, my mind was traveling back to the few days before and all my thoughts was so messed up.. I dare say that I was discourage few days back and it continue yesterday then recently; just now.. I don't know why am I saying this but I can't seem to just kept quiet to myself any longer because I'm afraid the problem could get me in trouble; turning my mind making me insane.. I can't stop bursting out my tears as well when I thought of it though I've tried to make myself strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't turn out well few days back and I don't think I wanna talk about it.. Yesterday happens the same thing; being discourage again because by the act of the day before and that make me so heart broken.. I know I can do much; far more better but may be things just don't seem to go my way few days ago.. Then because of it I was discourage by it.. I seem to have lost my touch towards all my talents, SERIOUSLY and I mean it when I said I what to have them back, I want to re-practice myself again.. Well, I guess I have too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I thought things would be better yet unfortunately for me, things was similar and nothing seems to be different.. My music class didn't went well though I tried practice the exam pieces few times before I went to class.. And I was late.. *sigh* Then just right after I sat on the Organ bench; the chair, I look at my piece &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undecided&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I could play nicely but it turns out crap!! My teacher got fade up asking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you seriously ready for your exam next month? It seems like you're not doing any progress at all.. We've been postponing your exam since July and now it's already October.. November will be your exam and nothing seems to be ready.."&lt;/span&gt; I got hurt so badly in my heart though I know it was my fault for the last minute practice but I just thought that things would just go my way, again, thinking that at least today would not be similar as yesterday or previous days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having this thoughts in me.. When will it stop?? When would this feeling stop making me feel so miserable?? I hope that it'll stop soon and I really hope that my prayers after the communion this morning will be answered.. I really put my hopes on that.. All I can do now is be patient and trust that God may have something good come my way soon.. And I hope that would be REAL soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's all I would like to say because what am I gonna say would not make any difference at all because it'll be just the same thing coming out from my mind; saying the same thing over and over again.. And I don't want that to happen.. It's enough to have it this way then to say it over and over again.. So may God bless everyone today and hope that everyone of you would not be having the same thing happening to you just like what happens to me this past few days.. Again, GBU..&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/3470070067037634061-6249393511513887396?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/6249393511513887396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-would-be-worse-that-today-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/6249393511513887396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/6249393511513887396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-would-be-worse-that-today-sigh.html' title='What would be worse that today? *sigh*'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-2384536580622102427</id><published>2009-10-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:43:49.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary..'/><title type='text'>~ 10th Oct 2009 ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's event.. Hahahaha.. It was the best day that I had today.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; these were the reasons why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM2NyjXAI/AAAAAAAAALo/wQkqK6NOwjM/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM2NyjXAI/AAAAAAAAALo/wQkqK6NOwjM/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390963617005001730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st, we ate at Kenny Rogers, 1Borneo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKzsVC45uI/AAAAAAAAANw/zSxPdniwiTM/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKzsVC45uI/AAAAAAAAANw/zSxPdniwiTM/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391569278060783330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lionel promoting Kenny Rogers' Chocolate Muffin.. It's nice to eat.. A Must try.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some "Photo-shot"s has been done.. =p&lt;br /&gt;Photographer(s) : -&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ginot Leong, Mr Orlando Dvan &amp;amp; Ms Freya Dvan&lt;br /&gt;~ hehehe ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM2qA-MVI/AAAAAAAAALw/AKGcw8EjPt8/s1600-h/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM2qA-MVI/AAAAAAAAALw/AKGcw8EjPt8/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390963624581673298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM3Zww7SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/atBN6SZcWhs/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM3Zww7SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/atBN6SZcWhs/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390963637398596898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM3mmfqNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QPvXr_JVvPI/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM3mmfqNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QPvXr_JVvPI/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390963640845183186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you willing to take my challenge boy??.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to play some pool and we go for the VIP room to play so I can take some pictures of them playing.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM4AnylSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZsrF4UHshV8/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM4AnylSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZsrF4UHshV8/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390963647829939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKqBBNkrSI/AAAAAAAAANg/8sqw_YEK9C4/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKqBBNkrSI/AAAAAAAAANg/8sqw_YEK9C4/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391558638397861154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKqAy6T-VI/AAAAAAAAANY/NpBQ0JRwrBs/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKqAy6T-VI/AAAAAAAAANY/NpBQ0JRwrBs/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391558634558978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ PHOTO OF THE DAY ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKqAfx_hMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-kpY7GmrZXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKqAfx_hMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-kpY7GmrZXQ/s320/IMG_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391558629423809730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..Before the moviE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKp_1K9qeI/AAAAAAAAANI/ohBfH-_NQ8o/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKp_1K9qeI/AAAAAAAAANI/ohBfH-_NQ8o/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391558617985821154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's time.... Bye bye....&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that's my bbie's new ride.. WooHoo.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKp_qU90jI/AAAAAAAAANA/bpccHX9ezc0/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKp_qU90jI/AAAAAAAAANA/bpccHX9ezc0/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391558615074984498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view that Mr Ginot Leong manage to take while inside the car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the movie that we went to watch that afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Papadom ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKu11V8IYI/AAAAAAAAANo/SGH1obnBGS0/s1600-h/papadom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StKu11V8IYI/AAAAAAAAANo/SGH1obnBGS0/s320/papadom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391563943791305090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's hard to be a dad.. Because most DADs, they do not know how to express words from their heart so instead of saying it they rather show it through their physical act.. And that is what all DADs has been doing to make their children safe and to see them grow each and everyday since their children were born.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb74a2b6975a1474" 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://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb74a2b6975a1474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331738869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF0FC26CEE2515B190DE38DF738FED6447F9111.2D034169F076859680248D294CB40051583B2C6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb74a2b6975a1474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db78nrc-vlP2e9B7XbUbhduxkUas&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://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb74a2b6975a1474%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331738869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCF0FC26CEE2515B190DE38DF738FED6447F9111.2D034169F076859680248D294CB40051583B2C6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb74a2b6975a1474%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Db78nrc-vlP2e9B7XbUbhduxkUas&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Papadom Official Trailer ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all there is, there isn't anymore.. TTFN &amp;amp; I'll try to keep up with my posting.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Papadom the movie seem like a comedy; in fact it is, but until you've reach almost to the end of the story, if you have a heart, you know, its worth to have at least a lil bit of tears in your eyes.. Because that's what happen to me.. And in fact, though I cried soundless, but my tears drop so hard that I can't control it.. It's just sad to watch.. NOT A DYING SCENE LA AH!! Just, you must watch then you'll know why.. &amp;amp; if I really got the chance to watch it again, I would love to watch all over again.. Seriously, I would.. I guess I have to buy myself the Original CD then.. =D&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/3470070067037634061-2384536580622102427?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/2384536580622102427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/10th-oct-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/2384536580622102427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/2384536580622102427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/10th-oct-2009.html' title='~ 10th Oct 2009 ~'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/StCM2NyjXAI/AAAAAAAAALo/wQkqK6NOwjM/s72-c/IMG_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-618054064249692690</id><published>2009-10-10T06:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:40:34.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary..'/><title type='text'>Plan for the day.. Weeeeeeeee..</title><content type='html'>It has been rainy day these pass few days.. Not to say how strong the rain was, it almost blew away my house roof few days ago; SERIOUSLY!! Well, thank God that did not happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good morning Malaysia.. Hehehehe.. Today, hopefully would be a nice day for me to hang out with my friends.. My plan today is going to the Convention in Ranau; going there together with Oscar and Lionel.. Hmmm, plan to go back KK around evening because Lionel have other plans at night later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I may be going for a movie with Oscar.. Hehehehe.. Well, got 1 free ticket from yesterday's lunch at Burger King... Hahahaha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmm, well, I guess that's all what is in my mind now moreover, I just got up and still in mess; wearing my pijamas with my untidy hair.. Lol.. Hahaha.. Anymmore new things that I wanna share, I'll keep up posting; HOPEFULLY!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN &gt;&gt; Ta Ta For Now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-618054064249692690?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/618054064249692690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/plan-for-day-weeeeeeeee_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/618054064249692690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/618054064249692690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/plan-for-day-weeeeeeeee_09.html' title='Plan for the day.. Weeeeeeeee..'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-815564372915595189</id><published>2009-10-09T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:04:47.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Experiences..'/><title type='text'>You would blame who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who should be blame? Why people kept complaining? Is there a way to stop everything down? That is a question that would not stop playing in everyone's mind actually.. Though some would say they never thought of it and some would use it as an excuse to put a blame to others.. It is unfair to think about it when I thought about people would just point out people's wrong without even thought of what was the reason behind every actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot of these situations and still there has not been any conclusion to it.. What I dislike most was most people would be put out to blame without any prove or any concrete reason.. Some would even want to see with their own eyes that the person they hate to "fall" so badly that they come up a plan and then put the blame on the person.. Well, this I've certainly experienced that before and it feels like HELL!! Seriously, there was not even 1 reason I thought and said to myself,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What have I done to get this? Who hated me so much until they wanted to see me fall like this?"&lt;/span&gt;.. Wow, only God knows what happen back there &amp;amp; I don't want to just turn back and have a look at it, not even want to have a pip upon everything that has happen to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others that I've heard was a total unreasonable act because all that blaming thing was so easy until they easily talk back about this one person but that person didn't know he say it all out in front of this person's close relative which he doesn't know that.. Hahaha.. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WTF?"&lt;/span&gt; Lol.. But all I wanna say is that, will there ever be a conclusion to all these mess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................................................................................................Only God knows..............&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/3470070067037634061-815564372915595189?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/815564372915595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-would-blame-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/815564372915595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/815564372915595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-would-blame-who.html' title='You would blame who?'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-9058437928829248633</id><published>2009-10-03T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:29:21.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary..'/><title type='text'>Thoughts, thoughts &amp; thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people.. It has been so long since I've been "hibernated" and said that I was back.. Well, 1st of all, that's stupid.. lol.. Anyway, to tell the truth, I may not be a person who can update the blog every now and then.. Because I am not a blogging person.. But anyway, once a while, I guess its good to have my thoughts be "express" here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a stressful period for me in the past few months.. And I don't know how to actually say it out.. Well, all I can say is that I'm going 21 soon; not for long from now because it's only 2 months 15 days away.. What ever it is, I just hoe things would work for me as I wanted soon, may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, speaking of "hoping", sounded like "my dreams", I actually do have the thoughts of wanting to entertain people, sometimes.. In my mind I asked myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will I have the chance to sing myself out or do I just sit and dream about it?"&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha.. Well, that's is why it's call dream.. But I'm happy because I actually had a bit of "try outs".. When? I won't say it out now but may be I'll say something more later.. That's why they say, "Save the best thing for last.." =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say today? Anything more, I guess I'll post it again later.. Well, see you again blog.. =p&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/3470070067037634061-9058437928829248633?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/9058437928829248633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts-thoughts-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/9058437928829248633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/9058437928829248633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts-thoughts-thoughts.html' title='Thoughts, thoughts &amp; thoughts..'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-7897751423486844578</id><published>2009-07-09T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:42:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F³@GoKu™ © IS BACK!!</title><content type='html'>Muahahahaha.. Like FINALLY, after a long long "hibernation", I'M BACK PEOPLE!!! And I have lots and lots of things to share.. Damn LOTS of it.. Ahakz.. =p Well, these are all the things that I wanna share with all of my people out there.. Well, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the 2nd til 8th f June, I was not here around KK.. Fortunately for me, I was out stationed with my parents and some of their friends.. All together, there were 15 of us departed from KK Terminal 2 and landed after 2 hours 05 minutes with an early landing of 25 minutes; savely landed in CLARK, PHILLIPINES!!! Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlV8cygALOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dKrEeTgsBuU/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlV8cygALOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dKrEeTgsBuU/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356324165861256418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlV8ct_aUYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_jmNy0KooYU/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlV8ct_aUYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_jmNy0KooYU/s320/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356324164650815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our tour started on the next day which is a few hours bus ride to Manila.. But on the way to Manila, we do have few place that we have stopped by but there were so many places for me to listed out.. Well, I guess you guys can leave out comments or you can just take a look in my FB's Tour to Clark, Manila, &amp;amp; Baguio photo's there.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of things that I missed too.. Huhuhu.. =( Think back how fun was those 1 week back then.. But well, I also have someone that I missed most in KK, my dearly beloved one.. Sacrifices had to be done.. Thus, 1 week after that, I'm back to where I belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next story is, hehehehe.. Well, hmmmm.. How am I to start what I'm gonna say.. I'm lost of words.. Lol.. Well, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS : REVENGE OF THE FALLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS THE BEST MOVIE EVER&lt;br /&gt;TO BE ABLE TO WATCH ON THE 23RD JUNE 2009&lt;br /&gt;AS WELL AS CELEBRATING MY 1 YEAR 9 MONTHS WITH MY BABY BOO!!&lt;br /&gt;- and of course with some friends.. ^^'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlWA7QXqTxI/AAAAAAAAALA/LlGOlLJu-oU/s1600-h/Transformers+-+Revenge+Of+The+Fallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlWA7QXqTxI/AAAAAAAAALA/LlGOlLJu-oU/s320/Transformers+-+Revenge+Of+The+Fallen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356329087321919250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But speaking about movies, after the Transformers, I guess I got hooked up with the cinema so much that me &amp;amp; my baby boo went to watch movies almost everyday until all the movies from Cathay KK, both GSC KK &amp;amp; 1Borneo, we have watched all the movies there.. You name it; from Hannah Montana until 17 again, we've watched it all.. Hahahaha.. Growball?? Hahaha.. Left a few movies we haven't watch yet; Fighting, The last house on the left, Claustrophobia, Dance Subaru, Mati Suri, and Obsessed (following the new updates from the Cinema.com.my and new paper.. I love you man was good.. Hahaha.. A very funny movie to watch..  Ice Age 3 was so damn hilarious.. Can't decribe more.. All I wanna say is that I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE MOVIE HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE; COMING OUT VERY SOON IN FEW DAYS TIME!! AHHHHHHHHHH!! Anyway, I also gonna watch Obseesed and Public Enemy, that's for sure.. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things went so happy after few things happen before at last, 25th June had shoke the whole world round.. The world's most famous and a true atrist that has a caring heart and his dance can have a very big impact to all people now left only as a Legend.. Mr Michael Joseph Jackson at his age 50 years old passed away leaving only his lagecy all behind.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried seeing his Memorial yesterday morning starting from 12 am until 4 am when the last thing that really made me cry was seeing his coffin being pulled out of the stadium in front of the whole crowd.. My tears started to fall when I can imagine his soul following his coffin from behind waving to us all; his fans, made his last flying kiss and wave goodbye to us all and he left.. When the stage being dimmed off the lights, spotlights only to the microphone stand made me imagine he's doing his turn and dance to his tip toes saying "Remember me, call out my name and I'll be there.. You are not alone.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words are only these.. "I will always miss you Michael Jackson, for who you are to all your fans in this world, miss your wonderful dance to us, your songs, and everything thing that the wonderous thing that you have done.. May your soul Rest In Peace dear Michael Jackson..  May the Lord give you peace and a happy after life.. We will never ever forget you here.. Never.. And your lagecy will live forever.. Love from us all, your fan and I.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlXTw0DpfFI/AAAAAAAAALg/ul3-vz8R26M/s1600-h/michael_jackson_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlXTw0DpfFI/AAAAAAAAALg/ul3-vz8R26M/s320/michael_jackson_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356420167388200018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlXTwy-WtWI/AAAAAAAAALY/YYBkxUJgqGo/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlXTwy-WtWI/AAAAAAAAALY/YYBkxUJgqGo/s320/Michael_Jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356420167097562466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-7897751423486844578?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/7897751423486844578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/07/fgoku-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/7897751423486844578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/7897751423486844578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/07/fgoku-is-back.html' title='F³@GoKu™ © IS BACK!!'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SlV8cygALOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dKrEeTgsBuU/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-5777360641446282213</id><published>2009-04-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:33:42.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAM FEVER..'/><title type='text'>..Postpone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey people.. I'm sorry to tell that I would be off for quite sometime due to the fact that I'm on EXAM MODE!! Huhuhu.. I'll update my blog soon k.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.. Pray for me so I can get flying colours for my finals.. =p&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/3470070067037634061-5777360641446282213?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/5777360641446282213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/postpone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/5777360641446282213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/5777360641446282213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/postpone.html' title='..Postpone..'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-2510132220347476999</id><published>2009-04-15T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:00:39.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speechless..'/><title type='text'>How Bored Life Could Be.. *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 2 days now I haven't had the time to update my blog.. Well, frankly speaking, I actually do not have any topic to write about.. I wanted to write a short story of my own but I don't have that idea yet.. Plus, it needed a lot of imaginary fantasy kind of picture in my head and tons of words to think of to be suitable for that imaginary image.. For the time being, I don't have something like that.. Even if I wanted to express my feelings today, hmmm, I felt so hard to say it out, to tell people of what I feel today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sad or anything but I admit that I may have been stressed because final exam is just around the corner, indeed only left me 4 short days to keep up everything in my head.. Wow.. Amazing 4 days, I don't even know what should be doing now.. I'm obviously having a desk alergy (if anyone knows what does it means).. I won't stand a chance if you ask me to turn my face off from the laptop and face books, notes in front of me; I would straight away head myself to bed.. Hahaha.. How pathetic myself would be sometimes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, my feelings turns up side down as I thought of my special one.. Thinking where would he be, thinking what is he doing, thinking whether he thought of me here which I am missing him.. Wahhh, don't think I'm gonna write all about him in this blog.. It's just not right though deep down in my heart, 143 no matter what.. (I have to use short forms.. Sorry.. For safety purposes..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep thinking; think and think and think, I'm sorry to disappoint everyone that I actually don't have anything to talk about, just afraid that I would be outdated again for my blog, I guess this is all I have.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope that I would be posting soon.. Huhuhu.. Until we meet again.. Anyway, I do have something to say; even if its too short to say it out loud, but I still wanna go for it.. Here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHELSEA CHELSEA!! GO CHELSEA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahaha.. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ciao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-2510132220347476999?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/2510132220347476999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-bored-life-could-be-sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/2510132220347476999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/2510132220347476999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-bored-life-could-be-sigh.html' title='How Bored Life Could Be.. *sigh*'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-7189434641462064278</id><published>2009-04-13T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:25:47.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter..'/><title type='text'>Damn, I'm Anxious!! HARRY POTTER IS BACK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is there anyone who is just like me; a Harry Potter fan??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just like I've admit my words, I am a Harry Potter Fan.. Having all 7 novels collection and I've read it all, some even read twice, trice, and more.. If I can collect all 7 novels of Harry Potter, then of course, I have all 5 movies of Harry Potter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since the 1st time Harry Potter is out, I have been fascinated by the movie.. Then Chamber of Secrets came out, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, and recently, The Order of Phoenix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then guys, have you heard the news lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2bff743a85ebc81e" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2bff743a85ebc81e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331738869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D826D1388C670E10221A28680F4B55D46886AF325.86519F9DC70ACED4BCE98D33B4581E92A464519D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2bff743a85ebc81e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTNt9JEwSXZxLZlbgGZADBWHZ9wI&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2bff743a85ebc81e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331738869%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D826D1388C670E10221A28680F4B55D46886AF325.86519F9DC70ACED4BCE98D33B4581E92A464519D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2bff743a85ebc81e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTNt9JEwSXZxLZlbgGZADBWHZ9wI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE is coming out soon!! Yes, Yes, YES!! It was suppose to be premier last year, November 21st but they change due to something, I don't know which is this year, &lt;strong&gt;July 17th&lt;/strong&gt;.. I'm so happy that it's premiering soon in the cinemas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahaha.. What make me more happier is that if it premiers on July this year, 3 months after that, the Original CD would be release.. And my birthday is 4 months after the movie.. YAY!! I can buy the CD!! Hahahaha.. As 1 of my birthday present why not, right? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me give you a recap; the summary on what would be happening in this up coming movie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Harry Potter now is in the 6th year at Hogwards and young Harry would be facing lots and lots of challenges.. Having to be the chosen one this year, the one who had seen the incident of Lord Voldermort risen and his friend, Cedric died in his 4th year on the task of Triwizard Tournament, this year, young Harry would not just be improving himself with Defence Against the Dark Act as usual, but he is also be getting better in his Potions works when he discovers a book about Potions which once belongs to the mysterious Half-Blood Prince..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having to be fighting against the Dark Lord, young Harry also would be having his private classes with Professor Dumbledore, in learning how to defend himself by learning Lord Voldermort's past seeking for dark secrets about the Dark Lord..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moreover, Draco Malfoy has taken his father's footstep, Lucius Malfoy; being a Death Eater and works for Lord Voldermort.. Of course, some risks has to be taken for this boy and at the end also need to pay off the risks that had been taken..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quiddicth; since Oliver Wood had graduated, young Harry is now the captain of Gryffindor's Quiddicth, Ron who is also one of the player for Gryffindor Quidditch this year; is having a relationship with Lavender Brown, however for Ron's relationship with Lavender, Hermione's jealousy became obvious.. For everyone's information, Hermione actually had fallen in love with Ron for quite sometime; could be seen her feelings towards Ron since the 4th year.. What about our young Harry?? Is he still having feelings towards Cho which shown in the previous movie?? Well, actually, he had turn his feelings towards Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley.. Sadly, she's with Dean Thomas.. But since I've read finish all the novels, I can tell you that Ginny would not be long with Dean.. Sorry to those who will be disappointed about this matter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Should I be telling you guys out there what would be happening towards the end of the story?? May be I shouldn't so that there would be suspence to all.. But for those who knows what is going to happen at the end, all I can say is that it is going to be almost the same as the previous year where those who have watched the movie, Sirius had been killed by his own cousin, Bellatrix.. This year, who kill who and why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will Harry Potter survive this year, that would be a bonus question because if he would not be survive, then Harry Potter And The Deadly Hallows would not be published right?? All I can say is that things are getting harder and harder.. Not forgetting, its going to be much more challenging and exciting in the wizardring world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So if everyone out there is anxious to watch the movie, then don't miss the premier, &lt;strong&gt;July 17th, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;!! Set it in your calender like I do.. Hahahaha.. There goes my update for today ya'll.. Have a nice day people.. Till my next update.. Ciao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SeKRDnIakHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DK2WAfw8Pcw/s1600-h/hp6_poster_2-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323977200735260786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SeKRDnIakHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DK2WAfw8Pcw/s320/hp6_poster_2-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-7189434641462064278?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2bff743a85ebc81e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/7189434641462064278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-im-anxious-harry-potter-is-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/7189434641462064278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/7189434641462064278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-im-anxious-harry-potter-is-back.html' title='Damn, I&apos;m Anxious!! HARRY POTTER IS BACK!!'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SeKRDnIakHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DK2WAfw8Pcw/s72-c/hp6_poster_2-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-4930502526380003632</id><published>2009-04-12T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:26:03.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speechless..'/><title type='text'>Ashamed - Read To Know More &amp; Why..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st of all, I would like to wish everyone a Happy Easter.. Finally that our Jesus Christ has risen from the dead.. Did everyone got an Easter egg?? If got spare, share with me k.. Hehehehe.. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, today I would like to write about how dirty are we as humans?? Why do I say this?? The reason that I'm saying this is because I wonder, why we are the ones that God made us not just with his own image (Christian's teaching), but we humans also have been provide brains and minds to think which is right or which is wrong.. I as a lady, a young adult female, growing up facing lots of experiences, never thought it would be this hard for me to say that we, the females are almost as dirty as how we thought the males should be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am sorry with my words which I am actually describing the situation that I've faced this morning.. I don't have the intention of accusing the male group would be that messy or dirty.. In fact, some males turns out to be a cleanaholic, WAY cleaner then all the females use to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Public toilet. Does that recall anything to everyone?? Of course, public toilet will always get dirty easily because people would just come and go.. But why this time I would be talking about the females?? Well, as a female, I'm ashamed of what I saw in front of my eyes when I arrived on the public toilet even added to the shock, its a church's toilet.. Someone just used it without even flashed after using it.. Is it that difficult to just push the flash button or pull it what ever, after using it?? Come on now, everyone knows that public toilet are meant for everyone to use.. Did she ever thought of that the toilet would be used by other people as well??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Left stinctky, so dirty, and no water, that place may cause all the flies to be there.. Not forgetting, may be that's why there's many bloody sucking mosquetoes flying around.. Just my opinion.. I over heard someone saying that the toilet's pam had been turned off.. Then I thought, how stupid for anyone to just turn off the water supply to the toilet.. Shouldn't it be 24/7 turned on?? Just in case that many people would be using it in any time??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I thought of something again.. It is a female toilet.. I thought of that lady who had used the toilet who left it unflashed, does she do the same thing at her home?? Does she not flash everytime she finish using her own toilet at home?? Haven't she been taught since she was in kindergarten or in primary school which I think that would be a suitable age for the parents to teach them how to flash a toilet?? Even if there is no water at that time, can't she find water to just pour it down to the toilet's drain?? STUPID!! Arrrgggg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See, what am I trying to say is that where goes all the females who were suppose to be the tidiest, cleanest, you name it; gone to?? So please, all the females out there, take note of this aite.. It is not just for our own good but to live a healthy life, we have to learn how to keep ourselves clean all the time; even our surroundings.. Think of it this way, dirty places might cause us to be sick because of the bacteria around us that makes our antibody weak; the longer we stay there, the weaker our antibody would be.. Protection would be less secure.. Please ladies, be more responsible next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for everyone's attention..&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/3470070067037634061-4930502526380003632?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/4930502526380003632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/ashamed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4930502526380003632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4930502526380003632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed - Read To Know More &amp; Why..'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-4976153724214212364</id><published>2009-04-11T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:10:52.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FreYa DvaN'/><title type='text'>Pleasing; Ain't Easy As It Looks.. =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, this afternoon, I found out that when I last experienced the "conversation" with Father yesterday which it is after I posted 11 hours ago, I learned that it is hard to please anyone.. Like I've mentioned in my previous blog, part of my "conversation" was about how to please the people surround me especially the one that I loved and of course, my parents especially when I have to face my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say that pleasing people ain't as easy as it looks.. When I thought about God, Father, whom we always look forward with if we always needs help (for those who are Christians; though I know other religions too seek for their Almighty for help and guidance) seem to always please people so easy, makes me think that pleasing would some how an easy task for me because I was sort of asking permission to please these people that I really think that I have to and in order to make everyone happy, I think I have to do something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly today, after being told to be patient most of the time when doing decisions, told to control all the emotions that would always makes me easily got mad and angry, it seems that those feelings; I can't seem to get rid of them.. Moreover, I'm getting angry easily but I kept stopping myself, telling myself,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "be patient, please be patient.."&lt;/span&gt; Arrrrggggg!! This feelings are killing me softly.. In malay they call this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"makan hati sendiri"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sigh to myself, thinking of solutions on how to pleased this one person today because actually I had arranged things since morning and I thought it would work, unfortunately it turned out differently and things would not go as what I've planned.. I knew some how there was another way but that would make me taking risks and I that would make me hurt the other person's feeling and that would not be pleasing to that person.. In short words, I was caught in the middle in needing to please these 2 person at the same time.. I then started to question Father with half of me being so mad saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What kind of pleasing situation that I am suppose to do?! And I know You would not be answering me in this kind of anger situation I'm in......"&lt;/span&gt; Those are the words that came out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered my face with both of my hands thinking.. Then I knew the only way is to take that risks; what options do I have.. I calmed myself down, picked up the phone and started to make a phone call.. When I remembered that I should not be easily conquered by my feelings and emotions, when I was on the phone, I thanked God that I managed to talked in a calm voice, showing no anger but just a calm voice.. Finally, I got the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WORKED!!!! I took the risks and it work!! I was not scolded, instead everything went well and I seem to have pleased the other person on the phone.. But I still don't know if things would turn out to be as what I planned this morning.. Plus, it is just 1pm in the evening.. Anything can happen.. Well, I just hope that I may stay calm, hoping that I would please these 2 people today.. I really tried my best.. Hope that nothing disappoint me.. Until then, I would keep an update in my blog soon.. Thank you Lord, thank you for your kindly patience in reading my blog today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I really end my bloggy, I would like to take this moment to wish everyone a Happy Holy Saturday as Jesus would be rise up from the dead on the 3rd day; Easter Day!! =) May the force be with everybody!!&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/3470070067037634061-4976153724214212364?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/4976153724214212364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/pleasing-aint-easy-as-it-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4976153724214212364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4976153724214212364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/pleasing-aint-easy-as-it-looks.html' title='Pleasing; Ain&apos;t Easy As It Looks.. =('/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-8274523459391005864</id><published>2009-04-10T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:55:10.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Experiences..'/><title type='text'>1 Month After; A New Update; New Experience??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woo.. Time passes by so fast that I hardly believe its already exactly 1 month since I last posted my beloved bloggy.. Hahahahaha.. This is exactly what I'm afraid of if I would started again to be back to the old "LAZY" me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before I even start with my update, I would like to wish all a Happy Good Friday for those who are Roman Catholic and Christians out there.. And to those who are celebrating their birthday today, I wish you all a wondruos birthday and may the Lord bless you with joy and love of all time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to my update, I am so happy that I feel I want to share something that I've just experienced today; but I think this is not my 1st time but it is the 1st time for me if I consider as I'm starting to believe it has happen to me.. Well, how may I start my words??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone, besides the priests in this world believe that you will be answered if you sincerely asked and listen to your heart?? Do you recall that you have been told that if only you believe then it will happen to you?? Something that is extraordinary and would seem so special to you if it happen; question that would be answered by the voice that you hear in your heart?? Would it be only your instinct that answer you or do you believe some how that the Lord is talking to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may not have the prove but it seems like I do experienced it today and I do believe that the Lord actually knocks on my door and talked to me.. I don't really sure how it happened but I think because I was too concentrate on sitting down, closing my eyes, and start chanting out my prayers like I'm talking and hoping that my prayers would be answered.. Well, not that I would make things up but eventually some deep voice popped out and talked to me.. Why did I say and believe that it is the Lord who talks to me is because when at the end of our "conversation", I remembered He said to me, &lt;em&gt;"It is alright if you think that you're talking to yourself, it's ok, but all I want you to believe that no matter what faults have you done, the Father would always forgives you.. Remember that He always loved you.." &lt;/em&gt;Then when I tried to asked something again, sort of a testing is it me that has been making up words to talk to my own self or it is "someone" who really was talking to me, as I called back &lt;em&gt;"Father...."&lt;/em&gt; there is no more words that answers me.. Things went silent for a moment until I myself came up into my senses and it is not me, I've tried my instinct to make up words though but I know myself and it is not me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to my senses, I smiled to myself and I felt much happier and reliefed.. I couldn't believe that finally it has happened to me.. Well, it's not like a confession for me to just simply write it here but it is an experience, a wonderful one indeed.. Obviously I couldn't just say what I've asked Father when we're conversing.. I guess it only happens when you're not angry or in your sad times, which may be that is what happens to me mostly when I kept asking the Lord to talk to me but nothing appears.. Some how, it will appears to you if you think deeply inside you and you're asking questions that you're hoping to get answers from someone even knowledgable, someone who is not your parents or your friends or anyone.. I remembered He said to me, &lt;em&gt;"I've been knocking on your doors every night waiting for you to talk to me........."&lt;/em&gt; I was shocked at first because I thought I would made those words out in my heart but I felt like I didn't, its just not me.. Supprisingly I was not afraid, feared that I would be told that I would be punished for all the things that I've done, but no.. Instead, I am able to smile after I realised what had just happened and I was sitting near to my mum, and I was facing the altar in the chapel of Sacret Heart, waiting for the Good Friday Mass to start.. I don't even remember of seeing Acrhbishop came into the room.. And when I look at the time, it is 5:53pm when Archbishop was ready to walked out from the chapel and into the church.. 7 minutes before the mass started.. And I assumed that it was a few minutes before when my "conversation" had actually ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I remembered that I was told, &lt;em&gt;"I guess you have taken your nap this evening and I assume that you're going to be awake through out the mass.. So I want you to concentrate on the mass later alright.. Will you do it for me?" "Yes Father, sure.."&lt;/em&gt; I asnwered.. I remembered well what I've answered that.. Clearly, I have to kept my promise when I saw Acrhbishop was the one who's going to proceed the mass today, that evening.. Hahahaha.. I laughed to myself and said to myself, &lt;em&gt;"So this is how you test my patience Father.."&lt;/em&gt; Lol.. I admit, I'm not interested and would easily snooze off if Acrhbishop's the one who's going to handle the mass.. What kind of an experience huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all from me, sharing my experienced today.. I don't say that I'm proud but I was happy that I'm able to be talking to Father.. Hope you guys out there may able to experience what I've experienced today.. Eventually, it would be the holiest thing ever to be felt and to be knocked on your door; your heart.. Like the scripture says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whoever belongs to the truth listens to me.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if I'm not mistaken.. Well, if I have the chance to correct it later, I would.. So there goes my new update for my blog.. I hope this would happen to me once again.. I'm looking forward with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ARGGGGGGG!!!! Final Exam is in 2 weeks time.. Damn, I gotta study.. Wish me luck guys.. Until we meet again.. Ciao.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-8274523459391005864?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/8274523459391005864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-month-after-new-update-new-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/8274523459391005864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/8274523459391005864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-month-after-new-update-new-experience.html' title='1 Month After; A New Update; New Experience??'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-9076971851272707669</id><published>2009-03-10T15:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:28:26.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True or False?'/><title type='text'>Man Depending On Women??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever wonder, is there anybody in this whole wide world would be so prefect and they don't think that they need anybody to dependent on? If so, I have something that I might need some arguments on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How may I start my statements? May be I should just start a topic, topic about &gt;&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it true that men are so dependent on women now a days? Or is it happen already?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, few days ago, I've over heard people saying something about most men get old very fast because of some issue that some how it connects with what I've said above; being too dependent on women..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, some of their statement while I over heard are true, may be even facts.. You see, in some ways, usually man who say themself that he loved this woman, some how in some ways, this man would start depending on the woman to help him in some ways that most woman do it with not a sincere heart.. Hahahaha.. What I'm trying to say is that, man tend to ask woman to do most of their things, things that needs to be done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Example that I may give upon my own ideas, does man mostly would ask their woman to wash their cloths (excluding those who have maids at home to do all the things)? Does man usally made the beds after that had a long night sleep? Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May be man would say, &lt;em&gt;"How I worked and pay the bills, and everything I do is for you.."&lt;/em&gt; just like the phrase of R. Kelly who's featuring in Beyonce's sond entitle &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Well, may be that statement is true.. However, what do every women think about this statement? Is it true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it true that man worked so that they could pay the bills and for that half of their things women have to finish it for them? Hmmm, well I bet that would just raise all the women to put out their freedom of speech on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is true that we are as human, God creates us to love one another.. God creates us so that we had to depend on one another.. Just like Adam and Eve, they've got to look for each other, produce more mankind on earth, spread our generations so that we won't be extinct in this world.. God have planned as so, nothing can change that fact around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as what my "sort of" statement of argue, are men being born to be so dependent on their women? Yes, its true that a priest can be one of the example saying that man doesn't need woman in their life, only God that would lead their way.. But those man, our priests, our bishops, our archbishops, they were the selected ones by God himself to help us in leading us to the right path some how through religion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, as I've said earlier, I've over heard the conversation in between these 2 people, talking about how they agreed that men now a days are being dependent on women.. There was this 1 story that they were talking about, something like this in my own sentences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was this parent, a father with 7 children, a daughter, the rest are all boys.. This person said, telling a story about his father had been hospitalize, laying down on the patience bed, being visited by all of his sons who stayed near by except for the daughter who is on her overseas education.. And so, the patience next to his father said to his father, &lt;em&gt;"Wah, you are so lucky to have all your sons to look and visits you everday ah.." &lt;/em&gt;Shockly, the father answered, &lt;em&gt;"Well, what do you expect, my wife had past away, daughter oversea, who else will have to taken care of me if it wouldn't be my sons?"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meaning to say that, if anyone of you ever been to hospitals visiting any of your relatives or friends who had been hospitalize, who do you mostly see next to the patient? Is it a man who taken care of them or is it a woman? Well, lets pick the majority.. Obviously it's women of course.. I didn't mean all men are the same but if around percentage, almost 85% men were not being seen to have taken care of any patience.. By the way, doctors doesn't count..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you see, mostly, if there's a family that mostly have daugthers, you'll see that the daughters are the ones who take turns to be in the hospital to take good care of their parents; either their father or their mother.. Parents who have more daughters would be happy to hear this.. Hehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But isn't that a fact? Fact that women are being dependent on? Women too work for themselves, work for money to feed their children.. Continue with the conversation of this 2 people, they've come up with an idea of having the senior citizens too have a job.. Light ones, not heavy ones, since their already at the their senior ages.. This is for the man especially because most men also gets older than women even though women are the ones that will be facing some "push push..", having ostreoporosis, etc.. Then when men get olders, they tend to be much slower than women... As you can see, most women were slower than men in their early age but sooner or later, men tend to be left behind and women would be standing in front, may be not in terms of physicallity, but may be by the way women treat themselves to be more stronger, more active, etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again, about having the senior citizen to have light jobs after their job release (&lt;em&gt;pencen&lt;/em&gt;), instead there's nothing for the older people to do, at least they have thing to still keep their brain working by doing the light jobs.. This can regenerates their brain that had rusted after their release, sitting down thinking of nothing to do.. Don't you think its sad to see old people like that? See why youngsters now a days would just left their parents who had grown old and because of they're busy with works, they soon left their parents at the old folks home.. Why? Is it because they were fast for their parents to catch up to them? You see how old people tend to become slower and slower.. Some part of the reason is because the brain has not been able to function as how they would be functioning when they were younger at age..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess that this argument is not the end yet.. I would like to keep this argument on but I'm out of words.. So people, anything that you would like to comment about, to argue about, feel free to leave out comments.. I would like to hear about people's opinion in this.. Not an argument that would lead to a fight but just exchange opinions in things like that.. What do you think? Tell me.. I'm waiting.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-9076971851272707669?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/9076971851272707669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-depending-on-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/9076971851272707669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/9076971851272707669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/man-depending-on-women.html' title='Man Depending On Women??'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-6807247152042487672</id><published>2009-03-09T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:55:47.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol 8'/><title type='text'>12 or 13?? Surprise Again??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the official 12 or should I say 13 of the American Idol 8..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311035070220942354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSWQd4pPBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HgE45Q_zzDI/s320/The+Top+13+American+Idol+Season+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSWpesP-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oRcamVB8Hes/s1600-h/3f69382e-ddb2-40d3-8128-3f65310df108ai8-adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311035499934120626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSWpesP-rI/AAAAAAAAAIw/oRcamVB8Hes/s320/3f69382e-ddb2-40d3-8128-3f65310df108ai8-adam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexis Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311036016482924242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSXHi_FNtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/O7Poe6Mqr2U/s320/b1e7b683-1cdd-44bd-be8b-d9eb9a08004eai8-alexis.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allison Iraheta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSXvQvMd2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/YOf15iojIEQ/s1600-h/4f8c2299-b668-4c32-88a1-500c9026fc3fai8-allison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311036698779219810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSXvQvMd2I/AAAAAAAAAJA/YOf15iojIEQ/s320/4f8c2299-b668-4c32-88a1-500c9026fc3fai8-allison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anoop Desai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSYJ1svTpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yc-8rMLhbsU/s1600-h/c7cf71a9-0627-456e-ac60-efc050d16de4ai8-anoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311037155377630866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSYJ1svTpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yc-8rMLhbsU/s320/c7cf71a9-0627-456e-ac60-efc050d16de4ai8-anoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSZKAP97HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BhSI65LAaEk/s1600-h/5223b43d-c947-4f1f-af3b-a93bffe6e48dai8-danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311038257721371762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSZKAP97HI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BhSI65LAaEk/s320/5223b43d-c947-4f1f-af3b-a93bffe6e48dai8-danny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine Murray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSZtLf21tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hhInQgkSxTE/s1600-h/7a600e27-8c7e-4cdd-a5dc-21031220a746ai8-jasmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311038862036227794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSZtLf21tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hhInQgkSxTE/s320/7a600e27-8c7e-4cdd-a5dc-21031220a746ai8-jasmine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge Nunez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSaonnyxMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ctvBs4-53QY/s1600-h/Jorge+Nunez.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311039883197990082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSaonnyxMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ctvBs4-53QY/s320/Jorge+Nunez.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSbJp0AevI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sRdzGgfoXyY/s1600-h/Kris+Allen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311040450721774322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSbJp0AevI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sRdzGgfoXyY/s320/Kris+Allen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil Rounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041556702368962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbScKB6VFMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7o3dQGDgo4M/s320/Lil+Rounds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311042056582077058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbScnIG8GoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yH0rd8On7uM/s320/Matt+Giraud.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan Corkrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSdM8PJIAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BDbpx1VKyFk/s1600-h/Megan+Corkrey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311042706230288386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSdM8PJIAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BDbpx1VKyFk/s320/Megan+Corkrey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Sarver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSeHtoUpMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IiirO3fvcN4/s1600-h/6fa83c00-6dde-4545-b2fb-bd54edea40b6ai8-michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311043715921650882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSeHtoUpMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IiirO3fvcN4/s320/6fa83c00-6dde-4545-b2fb-bd54edea40b6ai8-michael.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott Maclntyre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSe4vIaECI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v2qoKyvCF-U/s1600-h/Scott+Maclntyre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311044558138249250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSe4vIaECI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v2qoKyvCF-U/s320/Scott+Maclntyre.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So there you go, the top 13 of American Idol Season 8.. Hope them all the best.. American Idol starts on Wednesday and Thursday at 6pm Malaysian time, the prime time would be 2 hours after that, 8pm channel 711 Star World Astro channel.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-6807247152042487672?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/6807247152042487672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-or-13-surprise-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/6807247152042487672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/6807247152042487672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-or-13-surprise-again.html' title='12 or 13?? Surprise Again??'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbSWQd4pPBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HgE45Q_zzDI/s72-c/The+Top+13+American+Idol+Season+8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-3072725414810860476</id><published>2009-03-08T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:53:40.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AF7'/><title type='text'>Who Made It In??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aloha people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, what can I say.. Tonight is the night.. Actually WAS the night of the announcement who will be the top 12 students of &lt;em&gt;Akademi Fantasia&lt;/em&gt; Season 7..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Sad to say, some people may be in, some people may be out.. That is what life's about.. Just like the American Idol, from thousands of people who went for audition, only 12 or to be exact 13 people got into American Idol this 8th season.. I'll be posting more about it soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story.. Sad sad story infect.. Well, after 1 week of orientation in Matrade Hotel in &lt;em&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/em&gt;, today is the day that they announce who get to be the top 12 students.. Instead of me telling my sad story, it is better for me to head on the list of students who got into &lt;em&gt;Akademi Fantasia&lt;/em&gt; Season 7..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SABAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZbWJvTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YMbGgKRfw5s/s1600-h/SABAH_-_RUBISA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824117925690674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZbWJvTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YMbGgKRfw5s/s320/SABAH_-_RUBISA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rubisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZJG-5QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jFnE8iGxjuk/s1600-h/SABAH_-_ZIZI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824113030227202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZJG-5QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jFnE8iGxjuk/s320/SABAH_-_ZIZI.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zizi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sarawak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZAPZAQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qHPBiZJB9rg/s1600-h/SARAWAK_-_AISHAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824110649573634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZAPZAQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qHPBiZJB9rg/s320/SARAWAK_-_AISHAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWY--yB5I/AAAAAAAAAII/D9VhX8mVwPY/s1600-h/SARAWAK_-_CLAUDIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824110311475090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWY--yB5I/AAAAAAAAAII/D9VhX8mVwPY/s320/SARAWAK_-_CLAUDIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWYu3FowI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F_hOMssbGnQ/s1600-h/SARAWAK_-_HAFIZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824105984238338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWYu3FowI/AAAAAAAAAIA/F_hOMssbGnQ/s320/SARAWAK_-_HAFIZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVELeKKcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W91fCEhwDLo/s1600-h/SELANGOR_-_QHAUD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822653375424962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVELeKKcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W91fCEhwDLo/s320/SELANGOR_-_QHAUD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qhaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVDyYrQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/90JfSqa5Hrw/s1600-h/SELANGOR_-_RINI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822646641541346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVDyYrQOI/AAAAAAAAAHw/90JfSqa5Hrw/s320/SELANGOR_-_RINI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Perak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVD562ikI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8FxP2WPQeAA/s1600-h/PERAK_-_SIDI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822648663935554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVD562ikI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8FxP2WPQeAA/s320/PERAK_-_SIDI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sidi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVD1eux9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/34Ii38gQpTY/s1600-h/KUALA_LUMPUR_-_ARIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822647472244690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPVD1eux9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/34Ii38gQpTY/s320/KUALA_LUMPUR_-_ARIL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYzeB_cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QuPEyADdX60/s1600-h/KUALA_LUMPUR_-_ISMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821908198063554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYzeB_cI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QuPEyADdX60/s320/KUALA_LUMPUR_-_ISMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYsqp_tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3BaK5mQPGDI/s1600-h/JOHOR_-_ADILA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821906371968722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYsqp_tI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3BaK5mQPGDI/s320/JOHOR_-_ADILA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYsSN4OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UE33U3hAuiI/s1600-h/JOHOR_-_AKIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821906269462754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYsSN4OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UE33U3hAuiI/s320/JOHOR_-_AKIM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Akim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYb6_b8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uSBC8J-fgkE/s1600-h/JOHOR_-_OBRI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821901877080002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYb6_b8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uSBC8J-fgkE/s320/JOHOR_-_OBRI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Obri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYJhdknI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7cGOkFZgBcc/s1600-h/JOHOR_-_YAZID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821896938164850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPUYJhdknI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7cGOkFZgBcc/s320/JOHOR_-_YAZID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, what is my sad sad story? Huhuhu.. My sad story is that my friends did not make it to the top 12, well actually top 14 for this year's &lt;em&gt;Akademi Fantasia&lt;/em&gt; Season 7.. *sigh* There's so many surprises which were suppose to be only 12 students got in but they make it 14..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;May be my fellow friends aren't just lucky enough.. May be they would try again next year, who knows.. May the Lord be with them always and Cabby said after she was interviewed just now, &lt;em&gt;"This is not the end for me yet just like teachers had said....."&lt;/em&gt; So, Cabby, hope the best for you in the future, you are already heading yourself to your Stardom.. =) Good Luck..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-3072725414810860476?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/3072725414810860476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-made-it-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/3072725414810860476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/3072725414810860476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-made-it-in.html' title='Who Made It In??'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbPWZbWJvTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YMbGgKRfw5s/s72-c/SABAH_-_RUBISA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-4283191075142765213</id><published>2009-03-07T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:00:56.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AF7'/><title type='text'>Menuju Puncak!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;Hello everyone.. It's me again, like FINALLY I've got the chance to update my bloggy because the past few days I was damn busy and feeling so tired, I went to bed without even have a look on my laptop, I lay my head on my pillow and I'm off to "Wonderland".. Weeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, anyway, what do you know? Today is already Saturday.. Hmm, guess what's on Saturday night tonight? Hehehehehe.. Well, it's Malaysian's 1st Top TV Show has started!! The &lt;em&gt;Akademi Fantasia&lt;/em&gt; Season 7.. Wow.. Things happens so fast don't you think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this is gonna be my tonight's post on my bloggy? Am I promoting someone? Or am I just anxious of the real show's gonna start? Well, 1st of all, I would like to say congrats to one of my college student, my uni-mate but sadly I don't know her, but at least there's someone representing from UNITAR right.. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is her, together with her info and pics.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKDKHKWWtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tWuXxmEJBY4/s1600-h/SABAH_-_FAEZAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310451120367622866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKDKHKWWtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tWuXxmEJBY4/s320/SABAH_-_FAEZAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKDJnqLmAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zopN3nrnwGk/s1600-h/FAEZAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310451111911200770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKDJnqLmAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zopN3nrnwGk/s320/FAEZAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAEZAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAMA PENUH: ALPAEZAH BINTI MANAF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASAL: KENINGAU, SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TARIKH LAHIR: 27/04/89&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANGSA: SULUK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STATUS: BUJANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAMA: ISLAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEKERJAAN: PELAJAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;And the next from Sabah, hahahaha.. I couldn't believe it when I was 1st told.. But well, at least I do now.. My ex-school mate, my ex-choir member, my friend, sometimes coincidentally met her in church, ever follow competition for Unduk Ngadau but don't know which one.. Here she is, together with inforand pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKEe2rNy1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bhiUBb5xRx4/s1600-h/SABAH_-_CABBY.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310452576230951762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKEe2rNy1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bhiUBb5xRx4/s320/SABAH_-_CABBY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKEeUTD29I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jHOSLScOnGg/s1600-h/CABBY.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310452567002831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKEeUTD29I/AAAAAAAAAEw/jHOSLScOnGg/s320/CABBY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CABBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAMA PENUH: CABRINE BLAIRE BERNARD SOLIBUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASAL: KOTA KINABALU, SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TARIKH LAHIR: 19/07/89&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANGSA: KADAZAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STATUS: BUJANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAMA: KRISTIAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEKERJAAN: PELAJAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;Surprise, surprise.. It's my friend, Cabby.. Well, tomorrow its the 2nd episode for &lt;em&gt;Tirai Akademi Fantasia 7&lt;/em&gt;.. Hope she would get selected to be 1 of the top 12 students of AF7 this year, just like our previous winner from Sabah, Stacy.. &lt;em&gt;"Opps, terlebih sudah.."&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;God bless her journey to become an artist.. May she gain knowledge on becoming a real artist.. Hope that at least she would not forget her roots.. Aren't like Marsha from the previous AF3.. What else can I talk about.. Just wait until tomorrow.. Hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6fcf;"&gt;"1 destinasi, 1 harapan, 1 transformasi.. Menuju Puncak.. Jom kita saksikan, AKADEMI FANTASIA MUSIM KE-7!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-4283191075142765213?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/4283191075142765213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/menuju-puncak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4283191075142765213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4283191075142765213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/menuju-puncak.html' title='Menuju Puncak!!'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SbKDKHKWWtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tWuXxmEJBY4/s72-c/SABAH_-_FAEZAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-3731846069229678977</id><published>2009-03-04T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:46:15.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FreYa DvaN'/><title type='text'>:: March 03, 2009 ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peeps in the house, hey there, again..&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.. Yesterday was also a day for me which I guess I wanna post up in my bloggy.. Hmmm, our day starts the same, went for a breakfast, this time at Fo Sang.. I ate the same thing.. &lt;em&gt;Mee Hun&lt;/em&gt; Soup Seafood but without the prawns though.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to have our ruetine badminton game, this time at Foo Chow Hall.. Yup, court no. 5.. But our badminton half way were accompanied by Ritcie Gubs.. Hehehehe.. He just came back from &lt;em&gt;Kuala Lumpur &lt;/em&gt;with his parents I guess.. Then we sat down and chat after the game at the canteen there.. That was around 10am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head back to bbie's house, sitting doing nothing.. But we don't just do nothing.. Because after we clean up ourselves (seperately aite..) then we thought of posting our own blogs.. =) Bbie got to updates his 1st before I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to go somewhere because at the same time bbie's mum wanted to get her handphone reloaded so we went to &lt;em&gt;Warisan Square, KK&lt;/em&gt; to have ourselves a walk at the same time bought the reload..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Times book store at &lt;em&gt;Warisan&lt;/em&gt; and bbie bought most of his books.. But before that, he had our lunch and had already boost up my weight 1KG at the end of the day!! Arggg, again, weight weight WEIGHT!! As I was saying, we had our lunch at Kenny Rogers, Center Point.. And this is what we ate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3Jz8T8HGI/AAAAAAAAADw/FQzwER8LMx8/s1600-h/03032009783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309121429939952738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3Jz8T8HGI/AAAAAAAAADw/FQzwER8LMx8/s320/03032009783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a whole chicken with 2 soses; original mushroom sos and the black paper sos which is a lil bit spicy.. I had a bowl of Carrot and Corn and after that I ordered a bowl of Garden Pasta Salad.. The bowl of rice was not mine.. This is how it looks like after we're done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3K6TedioI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DKf4A71bpfQ/s1600-h/03032009787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309122638748945026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3K6TedioI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DKf4A71bpfQ/s320/03032009787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.. Yup, MESSY!!!! Lol.. So anyway, this is our memorable pic of the day and actually we sat the same place when we 1st had our Kenny Rogers there.. Same spot, same place.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3MFz7zmxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oMgZ-0-LZoM/s1600-h/At+Kenny+Rogers...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309123935952149266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3MFz7zmxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oMgZ-0-LZoM/s320/At+Kenny+Rogers...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 05, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3MExzilmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2OSN8Fm_77o/s1600-h/03032009782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309123918200739426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3MExzilmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2OSN8Fm_77o/s320/03032009782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 03, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: The End ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-3731846069229678977?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/3731846069229678977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-03-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/3731846069229678977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/3731846069229678977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-03-2009.html' title=':: March 03, 2009 ::'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3Jz8T8HGI/AAAAAAAAADw/FQzwER8LMx8/s72-c/03032009783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-1573428460252989377</id><published>2009-03-04T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:17:17.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Punisher..'/><title type='text'>What Saves My Monday?? =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was suppose to do this post last monday night but I was too damn tired so I went to bed early.. Well I wanted to post about what I've done the whole day on Monday, 2nd Feb 2009..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My day started when my bbie &amp;amp; I had breakfast around 7am.. We had our breakfast near Bornion, opposite Fo Sang.. I ate &lt;em&gt;Mee Hun &lt;/em&gt;Soup Seafood..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that, we head ourselves to Sutera Harbour for our bandminton game.. Starting at 8am until 9am.. We played for an hour then he head home..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were suppose to go somewhere important but with the request of my bbie, fine, I said yes.. Hmmm, anyway, he then thought of bringing me to watch movie together.. I agreed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3DttZ5QeI/AAAAAAAAADY/x596GBP-X10/s1600-h/200px-Punisherwarzoneteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309114725789417954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3DttZ5QeI/AAAAAAAAADY/x596GBP-X10/s320/200px-Punisherwarzoneteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.. That's the movie that we went to watch that day.. And you guys know what, it was my 1st ever experience that WE WERE THE ONLY 1 WATCHING THAT MOVIE IN THAT BIG MOVIE AUDITORIUM!! Hehehehe.. Wanna see prove? =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3Ez4m1gAI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZvUnlC8rJT0/s1600-h/02032009757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309115931387330562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3Ez4m1gAI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZvUnlC8rJT0/s320/02032009757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3EzdTB0pI/AAAAAAAAADg/Un7RzmKAyBg/s1600-h/02032009762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309115924056494738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3EzdTB0pI/AAAAAAAAADg/Un7RzmKAyBg/s320/02032009762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 1st pic, there's no one behind us, AT ALL.. Hahahahaha.. Plus, if there's people around, we won't be taking pictures right? Because everyone were forbided to take pictures in the movie auditorium.. Because the staff would then assume us recording the movie, that would make us pay the "price".. Even after the movie finished, I took a picture of myself, showing the ground section full with only empty sits.. We chose to sit upstrairs.. Hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So then we head back home and there goes our day together.. That's all, there isn't anymore.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-1573428460252989377?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/1573428460252989377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-saves-my-monday-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/1573428460252989377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/1573428460252989377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-saves-my-monday-p.html' title='What Saves My Monday?? =p'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa3DttZ5QeI/AAAAAAAAADY/x596GBP-X10/s72-c/200px-Punisherwarzoneteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-1699644851597017785</id><published>2009-03-02T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:57:58.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Roots..'/><title type='text'>From Where It Had All Started; My Roots..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before tonight which I would be posting the activities that I've done for today, there is something that kept appearing in my mind that makes me wonder each and everyday.. That something is; &lt;strong&gt;My Family Background&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would be writing something about my family background because truthfully, I myself has not been told stories much about my relatives especially at my father's side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were born, we all know that our surname would be following our father's.. And for that, my full name is &lt;strong&gt;Fay Fiona Constantine Limbai&lt;/strong&gt;.. Not that I know how big was my father's family background had been such a big influence way back in 1960's.. Before I would even turn into that topic, let me start with my own dad, Mr Zack Constantine or his well known name,&lt;strong&gt; Mr Salim Limbai&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Satnly6AxjI/AAAAAAAAABg/WbuvQOvl2XU/s1600-h/Untitled-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308450484804175410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Satnly6AxjI/AAAAAAAAABg/WbuvQOvl2XU/s320/Untitled-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From the picture above, that is my father as mentioned his name above and my mother, Juliana Marcus; much prefer being called Julie or Julee.. As you can see my father some how can be very brute at times; for his attitude which I am genetically gifted or should I say inherits in me.. My mother, some people said I have her looks but some other people including my mother would say I look like my father which I kind of against it.. Hehehehe.. Not that I don't like it but may be as a girl or a daughter, I would prefer to have the looks of my mother's.. She's pretty (but I don't usually tell her that or else she'll be proud for it), she has a very patient heart, she's a mother who I guess everyone wants because of her too kind heart, and it would take me may be hundred years to just elaborate about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say, although things may have changed as I face my young adult phase because I'm turning 21 in November this year, I know deep down in her heart, she will always loves me not because I'm the only child she has but because I AM THE ONLY DAUGHTER SHE HAS TO SHOW HER LOVE.. I may have disappoint her most of the time but deep down in me, I really felt sorry because I really don't mean it.. I actually loved her as much as she loves me but may be because of my "stone" heart will not easily express how much I really loved her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;May be it won't be enough words to say about her, but I guess I should continue my little writing about my family background.. As I was saying, my father was a man with his own words and thoughts that would mostly he would be following as a guide.. Not a very patient man but a man almost 100% perfectionist inside him.. He is strict (like HELL YEAH) but no matter how brute he can be, he is still my beloved father, a father that I ever having big arguments with, a father as I remembered whom I used to play jokes with when I was a kiddo, a father who I know who loves me for I am his daughter.. My father's hope for me is just to see me success in the future, concentrate in my studies, hope to see me happy with all the success around me without me to repay him for what so ever things he gave to me as sources for me to succeed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, what I'm about to tell is even more.. My father was an athletic man, once before.. He played badminton, he played football, he even plays pool.. But something I don't have from my father is that he is a PRO in playing chess.. If only I was taught how to play a proper chess by him or again inherit from him genetically, I might have been active myself in Chess Club when I was in high school.. Hehehehe.. Sadly I wasn't..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Saxuv2NzZJI/AAAAAAAAABo/RFLMLe5pcOs/s1600-h/Untitled-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308739829049287826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Saxuv2NzZJI/AAAAAAAAABo/RFLMLe5pcOs/s320/Untitled-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once an athletic man would always be that athletic.. That picture above was way back when he was still in his 20's I guess.. My father this year would be 48 years old this coming April.. But his age doesn't stop him there because he's still active playing badminton with his college every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.. But as his daughter, I would not just be talking about that.. You see, he has his memorable things going on when he was at his 30's.. Let me show you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SaxwKSfu9BI/AAAAAAAAABw/kDVbuqm8YC4/s1600-h/FAM%2520Logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308741382828913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SaxwKSfu9BI/AAAAAAAAABw/kDVbuqm8YC4/s320/FAM%2520Logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most Malaysian knows this logo very much right? Well, let me show you more.. Hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308741384685359538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SaxwKZaWEbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P128wyTyxpg/s320/02032009767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmmm, see the picture above, I'm proudly present you my father.. He was an ex-FIFA Assistant Referee represents Sabah.. He is the 1st FIFA Assistant Referee represents Sabah.. He was way too skinny by that time because he always got this fitness test and stuff.. Daily training himself by jogging from &lt;em&gt;Kompleks Sukan Likas&lt;/em&gt; to the old house we used to stay; &lt;em&gt;Kepayan Ridge Flat &lt;/em&gt;A4-0-1.. I still remember the house number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was part of his history, his past.. He's no longer involved in that but recently he was ask to become a M.I, something like a person who trains the new referees, judge them from how they do their job as a referee, see how they conduct the game where as a center, L1 or L2 referee.. I don't know much but that is all I know for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that's enough about my father.. Let me head on my to the real topic as I had mentioned above.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0g15PyaUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/byASiml7kL8/s1600-h/Limbai+Angkapon+with+Children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308935646011877698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0g15PyaUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/byASiml7kL8/s320/Limbai+Angkapon+with+Children.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the man behind from the picture above? Well, my father was the 1st on the left sitting at the tree big branch.. So who is the man behind the 3 children? That man was the legendary &lt;strong&gt;Limbai Angkapon&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, Mr Limbai Bin Angkapon, my grandfather..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wondering what was my family background was like, I never thought that I have a family who actually got involved in the politician world.. As I have writen in my profile, I was inspired by my grandfather as a guide to be a part of the politician world, well this is who I am talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sax7kCjjKYI/AAAAAAAAACI/jSVqVcXbtLM/s1600-h/Limbai+Angkapon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308753919854455170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sax7kCjjKYI/AAAAAAAAACI/jSVqVcXbtLM/s320/Limbai+Angkapon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Limbai Angkapon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My father doesn't talk much about him.. May be because it's a sad memory to be thought of because his father passed away when he was still at his young age.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sax8WUiB3lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AeZLEW3SHX4/s1600-h/26th+May+1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754783673376338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sax8WUiB3lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AeZLEW3SHX4/s320/26th+May+1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sax8WvxUxwI/AAAAAAAAACY/uJTYkm2KOV4/s1600-h/26th+May+1969+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754790985287426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sax8WvxUxwI/AAAAAAAAACY/uJTYkm2KOV4/s320/26th+May+1969+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Limbai Bin Angkapon A.D.K. Meninggal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pada 26hb Mei 1969&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;26th May 1969 was the day another most sad and memorable history that most old people around &lt;em&gt;Kota Kinabalu&lt;/em&gt;, especially &lt;em&gt;Tuaran&lt;/em&gt;, or should I say the whole State of &lt;em&gt;Sabah &lt;/em&gt;grieving because of the matter above.. That happens when my father was only 8 years old.. Because of that matter as well, I wasn't born yet during that period so I may not know much about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what I know about my grandfather was, he was not just an odinary leader because it seems that the whole &lt;em&gt;Sabah&lt;/em&gt; known for his way of leading a party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0QkfHQpXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T2g3PZy5z9c/s1600-h/Daily+Express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308917754752968050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0QkfHQpXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T2g3PZy5z9c/s400/Daily+Express.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be the words from the news clipping (Daily Express, Sunday, 22nd Feb 2009) were too small.. Might as well I type it out for everyone to easily read it.. =) &lt;em&gt;"..... from Pasok Momogun, we had Limbai Angkapon from Tuaran"&lt;/em&gt; After I read through the news itself, I found that my grandfather was a good debater represent the party of Pasok Momogun which before they merge with Unko and became the party now well known by the people of &lt;em&gt;Sabah&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;UPKO&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not only that I found.. I was very curious about my grandfather.. Who is he? Why is he that famous among the people especially the &lt;em&gt;Lotud&lt;/em&gt;? Then, I search on Yahoo! Search on my grandfather's name.. This is what I found.. &lt;em&gt;"The most distinguished Lotud is Tun Hamdan Abdullah (formerly OKK Indan Kari), being the former District Chief of Tuaran, a former assemblyman, and died in office as Sabah's Head of State.........................................., &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Limbai Angkapon (a fiery leader with uncompromising honesty who died while contesting in an election)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After I read it, I thought &lt;em&gt;"wow, my grandfather was a fiery leader.. never thought of that.." &lt;/em&gt;Then I remembered, someone told me before about my grandfather being among the great leaders that we have in &lt;em&gt;Sabah&lt;/em&gt;, he said my grandfather if he's still alive until this day, he most probably would be 1 of the minister in &lt;em&gt;Sabah&lt;/em&gt;.. After hearing those words, I felt proud to have my grandfather even though he had passed away for almost 40 years now.. What ever it is, I hope that God may be wants him back to be at his side for the reason why he has been taken away from my family.. With that, I hope he Rest In Peace at God's side..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its not that I'm trying to make fun about this matter but; what is my grandfather doing now? would he be a leader in a new party of his own in heaven? Hehehehe.. Only God knows the answer to that question of mine.. I guess, this is how I end my story of my family background; going back to my roots..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you for everyone who read this with patience.. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I typed this topic today.. Any comments or may be people who know some some about my grandfather, feel free to leave out comments at the post comment below this post.. Thank you again and God bless MALAYSIA.. Peace out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0fl0fMzwI/AAAAAAAAADA/NxczinAY1mQ/s1600-h/Limbai+Angkapon+%26+Rifin+Sumping+%40+Rebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934270344810242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0fl0fMzwI/AAAAAAAAADA/NxczinAY1mQ/s320/Limbai+Angkapon+%26+Rifin+Sumping+%40+Rebecca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0fl6x27nI/AAAAAAAAADI/_WyOEyVOSG4/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308934272033681010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sa0fl6x27nI/AAAAAAAAADI/_WyOEyVOSG4/s320/DSC01008.JPG" 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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/SayyPwLlikI/AAAAAAAAACo/FJauWdSyW3A/s1600-h/Daily+Express.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-1699644851597017785?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/1699644851597017785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-where-it-had-all-started-my-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/1699644851597017785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/1699644851597017785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-where-it-had-all-started-my-roots.html' title='From Where It Had All Started; My Roots..'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Satnly6AxjI/AAAAAAAAABg/WbuvQOvl2XU/s72-c/Untitled-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-4206643281740708734</id><published>2009-03-02T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:27:44.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Weight Probs..'/><title type='text'>Weight Weight WEIGHT?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arggggg!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got all things to say but something really buzzing me off!! It's my WEIGHT PROBLEM!! HELL YEAH!! It's a really frustrating matter to me because I can't imagine myself getting myself back like my old days after my SPM in form 5, 6 months of doing-nothing-days, I had an uprising like boost for my weight.. And because of that, I got really sensitive about my size, my looks because not just people talks about me, even my related families were saying how "BIG" I am looking in size until they took my mum as an example, saying if my mum stands behind me, they can't see her.. My heart instently got heart broken because of those words.. Well, I guess it's true that the fact of obesse people who have weight problems, when people just starts opening their mouth and say something about their weight, I've been there and I know how does it feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sar10JG9enI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eFwIgsHm2NA/s1600-h/Me...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308325386956667506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sar10JG9enI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eFwIgsHm2NA/s320/Me...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* See that picture above? That's me.. When I was sooooooo "HUGE" in size.. I nearly couldn't fit the outfit I was wearing.. NEARLY.. And the shocking part, my weight was 70kg that time.. 70KG FOR CHRIST SAKE!! Isn't that frustrating? It is to me.. Then I determine myself, I told myself that I wanna lose weight.. I have to.. Weight problem is not some kind of a small matter sometimes when people look at it.. But when it really happens to you, then you will only know how does it feels for what have me felt that the particular time.. To know how does it feel, try being in our shoes to find out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sar10I5R6rI/AAAAAAAAABY/H8eoAcniltg/s1600-h/M%C3%A8+wH%C3%AAn+%C3%8D%27m+62kg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308325386899286706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sar10I5R6rI/AAAAAAAAABY/H8eoAcniltg/s320/M%C3%A8+wH%C3%AAn+%C3%8D%27m+62kg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After sometime, I think after 1 year has gone by, I finally had drop out my heavy weight.. See that picture above? I was only 62kg by then.. What a relief I said to myself.. I finally can fit the clothes, the T-shirt I used to wore last time, it fits!! I was so happy then.. People were shocked after what had I turned to.. From the "BIG" size of me, in return as a come back, I became slim.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But now, when I use to maintain my weight, yesterday I found out that my weight some how don't know what happen, boosted up a little and now I'm 66kg!! Argggg!! 66KG!! I've gotta lose 4-6kg to get back the weight that I wanted.. Huhuhu.. T_T So sad.. I can't bare the to hear back those words that people use to say about me.. I admit that I easily got sensitive if people start saying that I'm "FAT".. I don't like it.. I hate it.. It makes me sad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So now I was thinking, I wanna make polls of myself.. Well, may be.. Hehehehehe.. Or else I would just write down here every single thing that I do to keep myself away from gaining more weight.. I want to lose weight this time.. Again!! *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, I guess that's all I'm writing about my weight.. MY STUPID WEIGHT!! Arggg.. Well, I know I'll be posting soon.. T.T.F.N. (Ta Ta For Now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Peace..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-4206643281740708734?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/4206643281740708734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-weight-weight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4206643281740708734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/4206643281740708734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-weight-weight.html' title='Weight Weight WEIGHT?!?!?!'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sar10JG9enI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eFwIgsHm2NA/s72-c/Me...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-6630689017471394576</id><published>2009-03-01T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:47.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary..'/><title type='text'>Anything Special Today??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna write for today? Let's see.. By the way, I don't really remember what is my dream last night for me to write down today.. But anyways, I was hoping that I may share some of my activities today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it might be too early for me to write my blog for the day, but I guess I can't wait to write something down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:Morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up today around 9:11am after my mum ask me to get ready because my dad was hungry and he wants to bring us all for breakfast this morning.. But well, I was mad because that would make me no time to meet someone who I've promise to meet early morning because breakfast with my parents would surely take time; took almost 20 minutes away.. Sadly, I have to obey and get dressed, well but of course, I head myself to take a shower then ready to leave home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My breakfast was &lt;em&gt;Wan Tan Ho Mee Hun&lt;/em&gt; Sea Food.. Hmmmm, yummy I thought.. But as I've said above, I was anxious because my time was running out.. I was already 10am when my food arrives on my table and I was the last to received my food when my dad already finished his.. Before that, I did manage to take away 2 &lt;em&gt;Guo Zhong &lt;/em&gt;just for my beloved one.. Hehehehe.. Then we're off.. Argggg, time is running out so fast; damn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I reach at Technics after that around 10:22am already.. Sadly, my leg hurts so I thought of someone who can help me by giving me a short ride to my actually venue; to meet my beloved one who I know is still fast asleep.. Hmmmm.. So I got there at 10:30am sharp.. How sad I thought because I usally don't get that late to meet him.. =( What can I do? I couldn't just blame anyone especially my parents because their my parents.. Breakfast is important too because I was starving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later that day, after I saw him *hmmm, cute lil ^(..)^ laying down on his mattress*, he then said he wanted 100 plus because he was thirsty.. So, well, I got up, I took his car and went to 7E to buy him a small bottle of 100 plus and a large bottle of 100 plus &lt;em&gt;(small - cold; kept in the fridge, large - not cold).. &lt;/em&gt;Went back and cut out slices of lemon and put in some &lt;em&gt;A Moi&lt;/em&gt; then pour the 100 plus in a glass for him to drink.. There's not much time because it is time to head myself to my music class after that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:Evening:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was suppose to play badminton with him today but it seems like nothing's working for him.. Well, at least he didn't leave house just to play his slots again.. Wasting money.. That thing is killing him damn slow, making him bankrup some times; I starting to hate that machine.. Argggg.. &lt;em&gt;"Stupid bastard machine, give me back those money..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing much that evening, just watch some movie called &lt;em&gt;Valentine Ghost&lt;/em&gt; at his house which the CD we bought on 28th Feb at 1-Borneo.. So after that, I went home.. So sad.. Huhuhu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that's it.. Nothing much I guess.. But actually, something had hit my mind because I wonder why all of a sudden I'm starting myself typing and writing all this down? Why? Is it because I gt influence by the movie we've watch on the 28th, &lt;em&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/em&gt;.. Hahahaha.. Well, Owen Wilson's char was a columnist; writing about himself in some part of the new paper's column.. Makes me wonder is it because of that I got inspired? Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I guess, that all from me folks.. But I guess I won't stop writing for now.. There will be more after this I can guarantee that.. Hahahahaha.. So people of all nations, take care, love you bbie always, and God bless MALAYSIA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3470070067037634061-6630689017471394576?l=f3goku88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/feeds/6630689017471394576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/02/anything-special-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/6630689017471394576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3470070067037634061/posts/default/6630689017471394576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://f3goku88.blogspot.com/2009/02/anything-special-today.html' title='Anything Special Today??'/><author><name>FreYa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949766311004457751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNQpF-qzqWM/Sal-vLiVGKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r_4pM68ruvE/S220/Wink+Wink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3470070067037634061.post-1095346187885421883</id><published>2009-03-01T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:11:24.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and I..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>1st blog? Maybe not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be bloging once again; thought I must say this is not my first blog ever.. Well, I might not be posting my blog most of the time but at least I know that there are still some place that I can put my writings on and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was well known to be the only daughter in the family of 3; my parents and me.. I found myself to be more like usual people at everyone's surroundings where I'm trying to denifine myself as normal people who still can make mistakes at times.. However, I tend to learn more and more of new things each day.. I also found that making choices ain't as easy as it looks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in sometime around 1 year and 5 months ago, that is when some part of me starts most of the "learning new things" started.. Started when I finally found someone who I really cared for and loved for.. Being like this blog of mine where I can express myself, he too I mostly had expressed my feelings and thoughts to when ever the time I want; both happy and sad times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I can write more on my blog right now but what can I say, there are times that my brain would just shut down because it says to me "hey you, its time for bed.. there's more time for you to be typing all your thoughts out after your dream tonight.." Hmmm, makes me wonder what kind of dreams I would be having tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how I'm gonna end my blog writing tonight.. But I most probably would be updating soon.. So I'll save some more of my words for my next blog writing to come.. Peace and good night.. God bless MALAYSIA.. 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