tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39464110219525162592024-03-06T11:35:59.221+08:00It's Called Life PeopleMizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-89426995596806963942011-07-25T15:01:00.006+08:002011-07-25T15:15:51.505+08:00My new blog!!Yes, here I'd like to put a hold to my current blog (like I ever update this one lol) and focus to my newborn blog which I made last 2 days. Yes, freshly made~ However, unlike this current blog which fully in english, the new blog taking a new step by mixing rojak languages (malay+english), but mainly towards malay. Even though, most of it are pictures so it could bring no trouble to understand (:<div><br /></div><div>So without taking much space <a href="http://simplysyiok.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> off you go!</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-79868419206964655902011-06-29T16:06:00.005+08:002011-06-29T17:55:16.866+08:00Eat Pekasam sure fly~<div style="text-align: center;">my mom cooked pekasam for lunch</div><div style="text-align: center;"> though the dishes were not much but it sure delicious =D</div><div style="text-align: center;">especially when there's pekasam!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmouOSQjxiI7YeYRBFGmUOOQOvH49h3lUGpKWFbrR7Pvkjli-Zjw8Wy-YG0ov2z0SPs7QLu3-lvQZ4Dmwz917xH3XTEmYjRUGEkYTxLL0A9hMLgQh479h59NypsH89kdVThW9zY6ztn5ii/s1600/IMG_8732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1XWjWo7_HJD0UU4-mdBr0P3KxeoMVm3Rzg1AXIs-tnBYe1C9b-UWiYbIxdKjnkUg-ZeTddebBluBkudvV_mLOmntlznVxLsFKhKw-h6EXmyJcn2NY2CxYLUvAALILnynWOxsRDUSP7o0/s1600/IMG_8733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1XWjWo7_HJD0UU4-mdBr0P3KxeoMVm3Rzg1AXIs-tnBYe1C9b-UWiYbIxdKjnkUg-ZeTddebBluBkudvV_mLOmntlznVxLsFKhKw-h6EXmyJcn2NY2CxYLUvAALILnynWOxsRDUSP7o0/s400/IMG_8733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623552081742320642" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMGgDYweSXw5AT_laKim-bHw2-rrzVZFQ3WuDcXf_MZ9k8RK3ZbH2JehqQdR5MZNxKjSMfv9qRPOBUdkzlxGv_JTllHuDvmKKDJWsBteEIE7EY2x-tXnA-4oKELQ0DGEPybvGLGZAMxXqK/s1600/IMG_8731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMGgDYweSXw5AT_laKim-bHw2-rrzVZFQ3WuDcXf_MZ9k8RK3ZbH2JehqQdR5MZNxKjSMfv9qRPOBUdkzlxGv_JTllHuDvmKKDJWsBteEIE7EY2x-tXnA-4oKELQ0DGEPybvGLGZAMxXqK/s400/IMG_8731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623552076296959954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aside pekasam, my mom gave us some chickens =D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwzRqCdtD-GjbRwTIbuuf9Gt1XF2faSRMsTVJphwsk_IM7_vbTVebQJDlfCGYmPLhRlemDLhH3CZro6oO_LKcv2m8z0RG13tcnXCoNNRBghmK6SarP40gMW5UrCW0BF2TJSmFC5AYZoY8/s400/IMG_8722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623552072448983250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmouOSQjxiI7YeYRBFGmUOOQOvH49h3lUGpKWFbrR7Pvkjli-Zjw8Wy-YG0ov2z0SPs7QLu3-lvQZ4Dmwz917xH3XTEmYjRUGEkYTxLL0A9hMLgQh479h59NypsH89kdVThW9zY6ztn5ii/s400/IMG_8732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623552088540804034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">P/s: This is my first time taking food pics and the food looked more delicious when zoomed!</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-37023730397797864472011-06-28T20:38:00.008+08:002011-12-28T16:36:12.645+08:00All of all in KL Marathon 2011: Volunteers' experiences<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAsmUSUCRiHaj9-OswTmJ82IPAS0FJBOL79XdibCB8oDnaHWJGjjl0wKY3TcpT5gv_GBKPXbUN7TIjeT_KZCVXLuSI4s8vh9sNj1SSFCgKsMBrwBhSfvdBGWcy7nrR9aY7RbqWhIHKE-_/s1600/26062011443.jpg"></a><br />
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At last I got my lazy butt to update a finishing post about the event KL Marathon.. as title says, volunteers' experience. yes.. not runners! =D For the registrations day during weekdays, we didn't get many customers though, expected that the runners were working.. o_O</div>
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The pic below shows how the queuing line was TOTALLY empty ~</div>
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But it changed during the last day of the registration which was Saturday.</div>
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Anyhow, the event day!</div>
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We volunteers had to sign in at 10pm before the actual event day, and it went on till the marathon. So you get the idea that we didn't get to sleep at all! :O Here's how the signing session for the volunteers went,</div>
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Got long queue lining up~</div>
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but for my category got so few people .. o_O luck much?</div>
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Sorry for the bad shot, I took it from my nokia c5, planning to buy new one with HD camera, got suggestions?</div>
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Well from this angle, there weren't that many people as you see from previous pic :P</div>
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And we got grouped by categories and got the volunteers' ID card, without the card we wouldn't get salary!</div>
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We got to watch movie together, Little Fockers before the briefing started at 12am and we started to be divided to different roads at 2 am.</div>
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I got my ID card stated A6-02, so we got almost near to the starting line. The runners were still in full stamina lol. Few runners even took pictures with me as they passed by, and those were all candid! Hope they won't post to their blogs.. like I do =D</div>
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Here are some shots where I got dropped</div>
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You can see the tiny little sign (click the picture for larger view) says 'KTM Berhad' which still Idk where it was :O Just say.. it's near Dataran Merdeka?</div>
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In the picture below, you can see the 1km sign, for the runners :D</div>
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I got paired up with a guy named Max. So we were couple for the night! That sounded weird eh? The people who were passing by ALL looked at us like, 'whatta you couple doing here in the middle of city at 2 am??'. And yeah, got many rempit-guys were wooo-ing at us, it was real annoying.</div>
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The first 30mins were spent in front of the KTM, and it was really uncomfortable! There got many cockroaches and they were huge!</div>
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Then we got moved a lil towards the corner of traffic lights.</div>
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*updated* broke promise to post a following post bout this. it's not homework anyway~<br />
im so not dedicated to my blog, gomen ne?~</div>
</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-52069798775960622042011-06-22T23:05:00.013+08:002011-06-23T08:35:19.270+08:001st Registration Day of KL Marathon<div style="text-align: center;">If you have read my previous post, you would know that I am bonded with the kl marathon registration days and today was the first day for the registration</div><div style="text-align: center;">so far it went well, we got to smile ~all the way~</div><div style="text-align: center;">but yeah that was tiring but good experience</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">At that place, people were so busy and running everywhere to get the work fast done. And the places were filled with boxes and got the area became smaller, so often get bumped to each other. my toes are aching right now too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">at one point, </div><div style="text-align: center;">there got one artist wanted to register also</div><div style="text-align: center;">so i started finishing the work in extra speed of my current customer</div><div style="text-align: center;">thinking that the artist would come to my counter~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">but he went to other counter T3T</div><div style="text-align: center;">anyway he passed my counter 2 times so i got to see him closed up. so handsome.. XD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/4rd-excitedfan.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and here are some pics i shot when my counter was empty for 1 second</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">this was when got no customer in the house yet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrJ31hfehVe14w_wzGCoPVqyE4kuafelPe52OvikxetnkSQc0CUgnSMkgcZPj2K6QQjU6s8BQQRsf9VA7XX04062Px_TKjM2u7Z3XwqiGdfIWZUuo3bruHV2zzG-4rOQnGhJrOL8Ic3bZ/s400/22062011412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621084572755353730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FMAQbd2Bebo2tvOOoj37oNMlV4I6C6Vz2VR0LtUB8bjXnArW92iFR-gL65-TLeVOOjOElqyNZQ74uDkYleMMjsVjGH3pB0rapOtbJHfxzJPxTSjziUM12vxkW9Sro40ORgMEiGs_C07_/s1600/22062011411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FMAQbd2Bebo2tvOOoj37oNMlV4I6C6Vz2VR0LtUB8bjXnArW92iFR-gL65-TLeVOOjOElqyNZQ74uDkYleMMjsVjGH3pB0rapOtbJHfxzJPxTSjziUM12vxkW9Sro40ORgMEiGs_C07_/s400/22062011411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621085175188275458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and then it got crowded every 10mins</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTnKzAs9UCgc1dRKwj5WmBehDAmkh5E5g7gA7Q_OWB-Fath0ylfJLDOG4IVpLxPy-nDlOJ13efQbfRlgCT5W3jTJJ2Z7idKcwKAHymlN35yKeM_8GpqTLm6kltCvGqLLc17rsVf7IG_4q/s1600/22062011417.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTnKzAs9UCgc1dRKwj5WmBehDAmkh5E5g7gA7Q_OWB-Fath0ylfJLDOG4IVpLxPy-nDlOJ13efQbfRlgCT5W3jTJJ2Z7idKcwKAHymlN35yKeM_8GpqTLm6kltCvGqLLc17rsVf7IG_4q/s400/22062011417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621085183765281074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOUucwgbm83_TKWhoKj1GcKxF1mNcmcTx0N7TWqQKGXcYL6mHag1peVAsXfUGLSjXZiMWXd8WWikXhs6Y-_u8kHJ1deAbAJft9OAQS5LqYVCPaNbWQepCzb-0ARIxUUYmtWwbM0sd4uzm/s1600/22062011416.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJOUucwgbm83_TKWhoKj1GcKxF1mNcmcTx0N7TWqQKGXcYL6mHag1peVAsXfUGLSjXZiMWXd8WWikXhs6Y-_u8kHJ1deAbAJft9OAQS5LqYVCPaNbWQepCzb-0ARIxUUYmtWwbM0sd4uzm/s400/22062011416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621085177891060306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FMAQbd2Bebo2tvOOoj37oNMlV4I6C6Vz2VR0LtUB8bjXnArW92iFR-gL65-TLeVOOjOElqyNZQ74uDkYleMMjsVjGH3pB0rapOtbJHfxzJPxTSjziUM12vxkW9Sro40ORgMEiGs_C07_/s1600/22062011411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">though i couldn't snap the artist's photo D:</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-12690008501735831612011-06-22T00:27:00.003+08:002011-06-24T08:06:59.297+08:00Riding bike =D<a href="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/3rdseries-motorcycle.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 683px;" src="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/3rdseries-motorcycle.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">i havent ridden bike since bout 5 years ago i think</div><div style="text-align: center;">i got caught by police not wearing helmet,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but maybe coz i was too cute, i didnt get any summon</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">anyway, i got to ride bike with my bro, i got excited of course</div><div style="text-align: center;">i felt the wind blowing to my pretty face</div><div style="text-align: center;">--- like flying ---</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe coz my bro drove it too fast too but i liked it anyway =D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">then i noticed i was holding on tight onto my bro's waist. so i changed it and grabbed his collar</div><div style="text-align: center;">didnt care he got suffocated or what D:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i dont want people think i was his girlfriend</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">coz, i see usually couples riding a bike, the female will hold on the male's waist</div><div style="text-align: center;">yeah romantic though but if bro and sis</div><div style="text-align: center;">that's awkward haha</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-70562336695248904052011-06-21T01:52:00.008+08:002011-06-24T07:54:35.992+08:00Assignment and Volunteering<a href="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/2nd-seriesassignment.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 642px;" src="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/2nd-seriesassignment.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">today i just spent my day to finish up my assignment as tomorrow i got all day in class, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and the next day i'm going to the<b> </b><b><span class="Apple-style-span">KL Marathon</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">not because I am one of the runner</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">but i'm gonna help with the expected 23,000 runners in the registration day</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so if you are one of the runner you might see me at the registration desk! (^o^)/</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">'<span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Enjoy your run!</b></span>' </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-72114410344634142372011-06-19T17:54:00.006+08:002011-06-21T23:13:19.601+08:00me want out<a href="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/1stseries-momdunwangoout.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 900px;" src="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/1stseries-momdunwangoout.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">it felt so long since my mom really brought me go out jalan-jalan. just now i asked to go out (which the same request i've been asking for past few weeks) but she was busy with her works.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">if not, she'll go help my dad's work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">yea, bunch of works :(</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-13197021969607579882011-06-18T03:47:00.013+08:002011-06-20T22:48:15.248+08:00Jjaah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoDSE-k090yYO8gebi7KNx3OCu4nsR0WVqDWdLdY2TfBVSV51EWoJrAvnIm6YfbZePKreGtu3r-84DcGxlYVHLd8UVETd2YUIHBdq0L91Q0GKAANyXruA7SMguxk_-BD4DFTqMRotA7yf/s1600/basic+w+white+canvas.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoDSE-k090yYO8gebi7KNx3OCu4nsR0WVqDWdLdY2TfBVSV51EWoJrAvnIm6YfbZePKreGtu3r-84DcGxlYVHLd8UVETd2YUIHBdq0L91Q0GKAANyXruA7SMguxk_-BD4DFTqMRotA7yf/s320/basic+w+white+canvas.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620313559156290994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday my parents wanted me to make each of them blogger account</div><div style="text-align: center;">(yes, BOTH my mom and dad)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">in the end, they both spent time on their own blogger account</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">writing..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-backspace-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">write again</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">stared at the </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqTumrDRzCUtq9dgYlzpxlUVjlSCyCTqx1ZzXQuaraFGxUUmeOa_zQEbusOYN-327-IWINeO22lR0JPuFPrQD-zke01kXLooEPldywJt51c5wrq6aWQm1-q8XilEF7V8S7kpMeO34cxiA/s400/dad.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619283243448381282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">.....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">...........</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">........</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dad: yan--- watta to write??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and my mom did one line entry</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(^_^)Y</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">at the end both of them just put their post as draft</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so, after they wanted me to help them with the blogspot, i felt like wanting to start bloggin again</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">heads up for upcomin posts !</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-78068570040850007592010-09-28T21:37:00.003+08:002010-09-30T19:39:40.061+08:00Weird, Sick, Lazy, Psycho People<div style="text-align: justify;">The title is the summed up of the people I met yesterday:<br /><br />Person 1: Weird, Scary People<br />It was Monday morning that I went back to hostel at early as 6.45 am. As usual I thought no one would get up at that time. Suddenly after passed through the gate, I realized someone's watching me, with sharp gaze. I felt sudden<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span>goosebumps all around my body, coz it was unusual someone would stand still in a place and just gazed as I pass through. There was no one except her and I. So freaky bah~ As I was passing by her suddenly, "The gate is opened already ar?" she asked. O.O You saw me passing the gate from the time I got off car and you still asked the question. <span style="font-size:78%;">baka</span> I just answered that silly question with 'uh huh'. Then she replied, "Ooo, sorry". Sorry for taking my time asking the silly question or sorry for freakin me out that I was about to <span style="font-style: italic;">angkat my kain </span>to run coz I thought you were a ghost?? :O<br /><br />Person 2: Unreasonable, Irresponsible, Selfish People<br />I was at library to read <span style="font-size:78%;">free<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span>newspapers. There were English, Chinese, Malay newspapers and all in one pile. I just took one newspaper and sat down not far away from that pile coz I wanna go back there after reading this one and take the next one. Then I saw several students took 1-3 newspapers at once and put on their laps. In no time, the piled newspapers gone. So selfish uh that they just think about themselves and not other people that they shouldn't take all newspapers at once. Not like they're in rush or what. I mean for sake of other people who wanna read also leh..<br /><br />Person 3: Lazy, Annoying People<br />I was late in class that I missed the passing attendance sheet. So I just looked the sheet passed by until to the last person then I asked the person who sat next to me to pass message to the person sat next to her and so on to get the attendance sheet to me. But, the 2-next people from me said, 'There's no attendance sheet~'. Wtf, I saw by my eyes the sheet was getting passed by all along until last person! So, I get my mind to think positive way that maybe I mislook and the lecturer forgot to give attendance sheet. But at the end of class I saw the very person that I confidently said before that she had the attendance sheet, gave the sheet to my lecturer. And I missed to mark my attendance of that day, because of the lazy person to pass message! -.- It's not so hard to pass message not that you have to shout from the end of class to the very on front seat. so mad grr.<br /><br />Person 4: Kind People<br />It was raining buckets by the time I wanted back to hostel. Luckily I had umbrella ready in my bag all time. But there were people who didn't bring umbrella and covered their heads with textbooks or files. So I offered my umbrella though they refused. And at the end they were thankful to me. Obviously in this part, the kind is me :D kekeke<br /><br />Person 5: Easy-to-freaked-out People<br />Yea I offered my umbrella, and we had to get through some deep puddles of muddy water, and as we were getting near to hostel gate, I said to the person I offered my umbrella, "Make sure to check your legs if there are any <span style="font-style: italic;">pacat</span> (leech)". Apparently the girl just heard the word 'pacat' and freaked out that I would lost my sense of hearing as she shouted! x.x Then she said sorry after she calmed down and said, "I'm very easy to freak out when I heard that pacat word." So bad timing and person I met there lol<br /></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-30024823349329480272010-09-24T02:17:00.002+08:002010-09-24T13:05:49.647+08:00Mom! Pleeeease I don't want to live in hostel T.+<div style="text-align: justify;">Last semester, I begged not to live in hostel, and here I am, still in hostel. How cool is that! I begged too in this sem, she said I'd be in front of lappy if she approves. I just wanna strike to show how much I don't like it here. Plus, distance between my class and home isn't so far away. Even wanna go nearby Carrefour is more far! Next semester I'm sooooo gonna beg my dad x[<br /><br />Oh mom oh mom! I don't like it here.... >.><br /><br />I have to hold my pee every night coz the toilet is wayyy at the end of block, and soo creepy.<br />--> at home, my toilet is in my bedroom. My very own toilet! (except the parts when my sis broke the mirror in my toilet and an aunt broke the head of shower and my cousin broke the toilet door T.T)<br />Here, even the makcik2 clean the toilet EVERY morning still BAUUUUUUU!~~ How the students pee that it can smell so damn sharp?? @@<br /><br />No peace here!<br />My head keeps thinking "How much my breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper will cost..?" "How much will the balance for today..?" "Will my coins enough to pay the washing machine..?" "Will I be able to wake up by my own tomorrow?" lagi.... so many ar.. x.x<br /><br />Even there are compartments for each students in one room, still got no privacy. Even next roomate farts so slow also can hear HAHAHA. I mean it! While the compartments just divided by our lockers~ no door no lock~ So while wearing a bra be sure you're facing to the wall~ (in case your friend suddenly ambushes to your compartment la) nuff said :x<br /><br />Though got internet here, but soooo damn slow meh! Prefer got no internet at all! hahah no no i take back my words :p Plus my uni's wifi blocks online game! soooooooo kanasai. Buy me broadband dad x[ He did though but my bro took it waaaaaaa~<br /><br />I don't like it when people watch what I do on my lappy. Plus they look with full of enthusiasm wth. And I often ended up with letting them use my lappy coz they looked like as if they are so desperate. O_o But also here got aloooot mooovies that we can tukar2 together2 HAHAHA so nice<br /><br />I feel so weird why people always wanna be accompanied while they're eating. If to go toilet at 2-4 am that can be accepted la. But this ... hmm. And when I do eat alone (I usually do though), my friends will ask, "Oh why you're alone? So kesian...". What the heckkk. I mean really -.- so annoying I LIKE BEING ALONE WHILE EATING so what's wrong with that??<br /><br />I wanna home mom.. :[</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-53168864576560954702010-09-20T22:11:00.007+08:002010-09-21T18:13:59.451+08:00What thing that stresses me out in the hellish way?<div style="text-align: justify;">Family.<br /><br />Everything are so blank. I skipped all classes today. No worries. No one cares bout me coming or not. My dad busy with his new wife, my mom busy reflecting how miserable she is being left by dad, my sisters with their husbands, my brothers with their works, my younger sister is busy flirting with boys.<br /><br />Since my family moved to Kuala Lumpur, my family has been falling apart. We argued alot, misunderstood on small things, and brutal actions over taken by our normal consciousness. People might say that this is normal things that happen in every families. But no. This started to happen with the existence of the third person who came to my dad's life, my stepmother. Even I hate it to mention she's my stepmother coz I would never admit she is, instead I'd call her 'bitch'.<br /><br />Today my mother woke me up, with fierce voice after one called out of me. It was very different with how she treated me before. She was very caring in whatever she did, for family. Her cooks were terrific that every family members would miss it and drool whenever think bout it but now I see sadness on her face while she cooks. She made jokes whenever we were in car going somewhere, but now silence filling the car. Everyone go with their own minds thinking what to do in their workplaces, meetings, assignments, etc but none cares bout how to tighten the family bonds that are loosening days by days. Even when there's conversation, it would be less than 10 words.<br /><br />I don't want to mention more, it's personal thing actually that just close friends know bout further details. But what really matters that things happen in my family would come first from any other things that happen. If you say study, I never want to go to school. LOL. When I was in Standard 1, I was known by the one who held-tight-the-school's-main-gate-and-begged-to-be-brought-home-kid. Every teachers and students would gather and be the audience of the drama that would be me as the main role. Even now, in campus life, I always beg my mom to stop this study. She would say, " Go marry instead." Hell no. At least not now. I have to get all my minds fixed first before taking this step. Plus with what I've been through, getting closer with men would be the first thing I would avoid.<br /><br />It hurts alot to reminisce of these things even though it happened in short time. If can, I would like to bring my family and time back to where we were, in Sabah. That was the happiest lifetime I've had. Although my dad's job needs him to go outstation a lot but he remembered his family and would bring home presents to mom, and us. But now it's next to zero that he would bring any coz all the things, that bitch would filter and bring to her house instead. Aah.. what really happens sure much much vicious to be mentioned. And that, I should remained silent to myself only. The last thing I wanna say, that bitch is so baka!!!!<br /><br />P/S: Stay out of someone else's husband!</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-36091602944799040742010-06-29T17:18:00.006+08:002010-06-29T23:10:41.280+08:00Stupid policeman wtf..<div style="text-align: center;">This happened yesterday for the time I wrote this post<br /><br />Well.. I got two summons from this fucking idiot snobbish policeman<br /><br />...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WHY??</span><br /><br />Coz I got into accident last week<br /><br />Never mind bout the accident, I'll tell later way below this post..<br /><br /><br />What I'm going to tell bout is~<br /><br />At first I only got 1 summon, for late <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">report</span>, coz the accident happened last week<br /><br />Well, it was at first we planned to share <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">50-50</span> to repair the <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">motorcycle </span>that I got into accident with.. so we both agree<br /><br />Then, later he asked for <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">RM5k</span>?!?! <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">WTF</span><br />Can't blame him also.. coz it's an old super-bike, hard to find the spare part -.-<br /><br />Then we went to the <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">police station</span> la .. yesterday<br /><br />So the investigation process went on,<br /><br />My mom was beside me also in the office<br />Then he said my mom talked too much and said to get out from his office<br /><br />Of course la, without opposing, my mom went out<br /><br />But he didn't stop but talking bad things bout my mom -.-<br /><br />He said like: "<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Your mom wasn't even there, then your mom talked like she knows it all. So <span style="font-style: italic;">sibuk </span>(means busybody)<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>la your mom</span>".<br /><br />WTF?! my mom already went out so <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">STOP TALKING BOUT MY MOM</span> and proceed you <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SNOB</span><br />Of course la, no mother wants to <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">lepas tangan</span> or do nothing if their kids got blamed at for any wrong doings and also, <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">WHO LIKES PEOPLE SAYING BAD THINGS TO THEIR MOMS?</span><br /><br />WTF, you think you're at high position you can say whatever you want??<br /><br />The whole investigation seemed useless coz he never wanted to listen carefully my explanation,<br /><br />Whenever I explained, he cut my story -.-<br /><br />Well,<br />If you wonder what happened.. here is the story<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Last week on <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Wednesday</span>, I went out to send this <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">gift </span>that my <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">girlfriends </span>and I planned to give a surprise to this one gf.. so everyone had to pass on and write something in the gift .. so my turn finished so I went to pass the gift to my other friend where the home not so far, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">except </span>had to cross the main road which always busy..<br /><br />I already got onto the main road, and I stopped on the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">red </span>light.. then when it was <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">GREEN </span>(my sister also saw <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">GREEN</span>!), after seeing the cars on the opposite side all stopped so I drove my car away, to turn to the right. Suddenly this motorcycle came from nowhere (he had his motorcycle drove fast) . I managed to stopped and but both of him and I didn't manage to dodge so hit a lil and he fell..<br /><br />Here's his explanation: He said his light was also <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">GREEN</span> and I was the one who broke the light..<br />(He also thought I don't have car license coz my voice is like a kid wth)<br /><br />WTF.. the main road was so busy that none can manage to cross without the light is <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">red</span>! I was sure that the opposite cars all already <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">STOPPED </span>that I managed to drove my car to cross, well almost!, until the motorcycle came from nowhere and hit my car -.-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So while being <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">investigated</span>,<br /><br />He made his conclusion,<br /><br />That I was the one who's wrong<br /><br />He said:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"Don't follow the <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">traffic light</span>, even it's green you have to make way to the opposite cars/motors. Imagine if it's thundering there and the traffic <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">lights </span>are broken, you have to make way also."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">WTF?? DON'T FOLLOW THE TRAFFIC LIGHT??</span><br /><br />So I said the hell that time didn't even thundering and the light was normal!<br /><br />So we went through some conversation,<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Late </span>already kinda 7.30 pm<br /><br />...<br /><br />And for the last, he still made me the one who's wrong.. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">sheeeet of paper</span><br /><br />After writing <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">his </span>report (I had no idea what he typed, he could also twist the real story)<br /><br />He asked me, "What else you want to say?"<br /><br />I still said my light was green that's why I <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">drove </span>away and the cars all stopped, but then that motorcycle the one who suddenly came from nowhere coz driven fast and <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">hit </span>my car<br /><br />Then the policeman said I talked too much,<br /><br />and,<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">GAVE ME ANOTHER SUMMON!!!</span><br /><br />What a freaking beggar -.-<br /><br />He gave me another summon just to shut me up and because he had no idea to talk back my statements<br /><br />WTF so lepas tangan?? I knew you wanted to go back home fast coz it was like 7.30pm but wth give me another summon???? Coz I talked too much??<br /><br />Deymit.<br /><br />That's the end of story -.-<br /><br />Oh wait, before I went out from his office,<br /><br />I shouted , 'So you gave me another summons because you couldn't talk back?? Thanks for nothing!"<br /><br />Unfortunately he said to repeat coz he couldn't catch what I said. Darn -.-<br /><br />Then I just walked out home.. with the two summons.<br /><br />...<br /><br />What you guys think? Is this a reasonable action that the policeman gave me ?<br /><br />I'm still mad tho T3T<br />Who don't? Burn RM700 already to pay this summons.. wth<br /></div></div></div></div></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-44640315939878103892010-06-20T19:47:00.006+08:002010-06-20T20:15:17.399+08:00Reasons of why I don't like KIDS!<div style="text-align: justify;">I just came back from trip to my <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">hometown </span>and as usual, I met my young nieces and cousins. After all, I treated them in the equal way from <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">babies </span>to <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">toddlers </span>to naughty <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">kids</span>. But I couldn't resist to feel annoyed to some kids from the way they talk, walk, eat, act blah blah :-<br /><br />PS: These are from my experiences, so nuff said.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">ONE</span>. They like to pick nose and try to touch me with the same finger they used!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">TWO</span>. When I say STOP that means to them, '<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >DO MOOOOOOOOOOORE</span>!'<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">THREE</span>. They like to hit me with whatever things they have in their hands. Once they got a ball and threw it to me, both the ball and my head <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">bounced </span>-.-<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">FOUR</span>. They think they are <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">cute </span>when they eat with food got onto all over their <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">faces</span>, and they do it on purpose. Well, I do think some kids are cute with their cheeks covered with food they are eating, but some aren't, and please to the <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">aren't-cute-kids</span>, stop doing that, so annoying -.-<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">FIVE</span>. They put food into their mouths and take it out back. ugh.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">SIX<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">They ask</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">questions<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">and when we answer, they say 'What?. After we repeat, they still say 'Uh?'/'What?' x10000</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">SEVEN</span>. Hey I know you are a kiddo boy. But don't show your <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">birds</span>!! oh man.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">EIGHT</span>. Stop bringing all your toys to me. Not that I want to play with those <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">blocks </span>and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">teddies</span>.<br /><br />Thanks to my short trip I got to write this list :D<br /></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-49272979325124187732010-06-15T17:36:00.008+08:002010-06-16T01:29:17.577+08:00No, you first la. I follow you, ok or NOT?<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmVluAEH0kh3SJutlv2ZH0HiGknGYnG06KUz18HsKnSp66ZLHZvzDmcoUUqMc6VIKE-IISeuZIoPnenVJB7t53TMkr7fslYmI3anDc5PAbRiQU0xBgpvt5I2U_h64TfiXO8INK7BHoMpa/s1600/dont_follow_me_sign.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqmVluAEH0kh3SJutlv2ZH0HiGknGYnG06KUz18HsKnSp66ZLHZvzDmcoUUqMc6VIKE-IISeuZIoPnenVJB7t53TMkr7fslYmI3anDc5PAbRiQU0xBgpvt5I2U_h64TfiXO8INK7BHoMpa/s320/dont_follow_me_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053773492151058" border="0" /></a>I always do that to my friends haha. There are many factors actually of why I do that, in one case, I want myself to be secured. There was once my not-so-closed friend gave me a link, and I was afraid to click the link, so I go to my this-one-closed-friend and paste the link to her YM. Tho my lappy equipped with well anti-virus and spyware blockers I still want someone I trust to try it first, I don't care if she got virus or not as long as it wasn't me! HAHAHA. Well the end of the story, it was just a link to a scary pic -.- *dang to my sarcastic reaction*<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />From what I see, people usually do their things if their group-mates/colleagues/clans agree to do with, if not, they will think twice or hesitate to do on their own. For me, most of it I am also like that la (boo at me) but also for the spare of time, I like to be alone, do things that I can do on my own. I live in hostel, like boarding school if you wonder, and whenever it's about eating time, they'll search people or someone who they can eat with. To be honest, I don't like to eat with people, but .. just say that I have nice friends so lucky me to have people accompany me eating. (:<br /><br />But I really don't get it of why people really want to stick with others all the time. I mean, I'm comfortable for myself being alone, no one to be dragged along, no one to be cared bout except myself. And whenever I do that, there must be mouths asking, "Omg, why are alone? Waaa~" -.- WTF? Is it too pitiful to walk alone?? The answer, NO. Hell no you faggot. And, I'm not pointing this attitude of asking to anyone, so it could also be you, whether you were asking to really know if 'I'm alone' or your reason to point out that I shouldn't be alone. The root is, don't butt into others' business. Nuff said.<br /><br /><br /></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-76986652096726128702010-04-27T16:29:00.008+08:002011-12-28T16:55:51.206+08:00My Brother is a Pig<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4pvrz4RIZyMUDz1XdKOHp0PMEVhlTwRcPP4PfaSSpUeDAoVDfSUF_FWO_80bp2P9pgqxFGuGJ2y-AsFe9Gwr1mFW-tbd2Hohr3oIlZK8Gk6TYk4vDlqy13y5j2fHBI2QHWJaH7-OwMwR/s1600/SSBB_Ness.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479941482331343954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4pvrz4RIZyMUDz1XdKOHp0PMEVhlTwRcPP4PfaSSpUeDAoVDfSUF_FWO_80bp2P9pgqxFGuGJ2y-AsFe9Gwr1mFW-tbd2Hohr3oIlZK8Gk6TYk4vDlqy13y5j2fHBI2QHWJaH7-OwMwR/s320/SSBB_Ness.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>You can get the idea that this entry post is in ranting mode. And yes, I am <span style="color: red;">ranting</span>. I hate my brother soooooo much! He already took my childhood life that should go in a happy way, but instead it went awful. I was like a servant to them (I have twin brothers). They kept fooling me around and asked me to do ridiculous things like switching on/off the fan eventhough the switch was above their heads -.- Whenever I went upstairs, alone, they'd chanted that the Child's Play gonna get me (and it works yo, don't you ever talk about Child's Play when I was around, I am thraumaaaaaa of the Child's Play even until NOW). They'd put cockroach right on my face, right in front of my MOUTH just to have fun seeing me cried and begged them for a little mercy</div>
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Either way, I was told that every family has their own problems. Even though we detest 'em, we can't avoid nor lie about the blood ties between you two. Withal, the ranting goes on :)</div>
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If, by any chance, that you've read my entry post about 'What if you do if your brother is gay?', he, whom was talked bout there was the other twin. But here I want to talk bout the other 'other one', the one I loathed mostly of all other people on the world of this universe, of all other pigs! He is the … fattest and laziest PIG!!! rawr. Short ranting. Done done. Lol. Contrarily with his other twin who I can labeled as in a little bit of 'squid way', this one is fierce and has greater ego. He shows his emotions physically (which I mostly hate of all men's behavior). Whenever he wants to beat someone, he will. And if you think you could beat him, think twice babe. Even if I had to compare of him with my dad, I bet my brother will win. I mean, by looking at his body also can know lah. He is like a giant elephant! Whenever he walks, his stomach will shake as if it was filled with 100% water. When he sleeps he is like a whale got dumped to the shore that seems cannot get up anymore! He is fat fat fat FAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! (darn it, I hope that the phrase 'what we give will come back to us' won't come in this case as I really don't want the word 'fat' literally goes to me!).<br />
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And by mean that he takes things out of his mind as physically is for example that my bedroom's door has been broken by him twice! The last time was only with one kick and the door smashed! Really I'm not kidding! I was in the bedroom that time, and suddenly he was shouting my name and seconds after that (I couldn't even got to get up properly, luckily I was well-dressed because usually, I don't) my door was broken almost half. Yes there was a reason for that. I messed things in living room on purpose. All things were cluttered as if it just got through a hurricane, and I did that on purpose. Well, he was the one who started it. He hid Astro remote control which was supposedly my favorite programme's time and because of that, I missed it! And he said my otak is sempit! -.- duhh and why did you bring the remote even though there's no tv in your room?<br />
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Second thing why I was madly MAD at him because he didn't respect my privacy. Just because I messed the living room could let you to break my bedroom's door to half. And if I didn't 'well-dressed' at that time (well-dressed by mean that whether I was fully covered by clothes or ehem..), would you compensate to any loss either stuffs or morally abused? The answer is, NO. This incident happened two days ago from the time I write this and he still doesn't repair my bedroom door. Gah. I'm still fully in the 'fire' now. Even dad or mum hasn't done sort things like that. <span style="color: yellow;">You are tooooooooo over</span>. You have no rights of me. No rights to step even just a stride into my room. I, as the owner of my bedroom, don't allow THAT!<br />
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If I look back at the normal days, the house always messed up even if it was cleaned every day. And the one who messed things up was only my brother, the PIG! Which then my mother, my sister, or I who ended up cleaned his messes on behalf of him. But no one complains. Duh. Life is unfair is it? Plus when I purposely put the furniture not in order, I was the one who put it back and clean the messes myself. Why would he overly shouted and mad at me and broke my door? Fuck you la. (mind my words, I'm really pissed off) That's why I hate men who are stupidly abusive. They act before they think, rationally. They think that by showing their strength would change anything. No. You just make the hatred of the person you beat increases every seconds they look at your faces. You make them feel to not to breathe from the same air you breathe from. At least that's what I feel to the pig.<br />
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I can't think of positive things related to him, actually there are, but I just don't want to type it... because I'm afraid that I'll puke when I read it back! Haha. The real thing is I'm on fight mode with him, the big one, so no wonder I can type these things in a short time lol). I feel much better if I write all bad things here xD Yes, get the evil side of me~~~ As much as I wanted him to read this entry, I don't want him to because if he does, I'm sure suey tomorrow! :D Plus, he is not that good with English, so no worries! Wait, kanasai you google translator, I'm finished. I should write a will soon. And, he has his girlfriend who can find things in worm's hole and get that to my brother. She's like an internet spy! So… if you read this, hi there kak Nurul! :)<br />
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Alas, I wanted you to know that even I called him a pig, he is still my brother. And I don't want him to be a pig, or any other (because if he turns to pig by mean that I also should turn the same because I'm his sibling!). But it's not that he is physically or has any attributes that can relate to pig.. .it's just an expression (duh I hope you guys get it). And please don't relate it to religion issue (Islam > Prohibited > Pig). I know bout what is haram or halal, and am very well acknowledged of it :)</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-36454910384859624492010-01-25T14:25:00.008+08:002010-06-07T16:14:04.875+08:00How to Hack Someone's Account<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjxY73uWEvsIovmS3pHrOaXgQdmeagpSl_uF3TicaCu__3c91cZ5NfOdeR5__oKVYMm3-gFiONqVXc53kBhurjRgbwkqnpXxB32kL7oUZnBagvNU4cnqvb1PsCzyKBY3lQYslBqoi4CRJ/s1600/hacker.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjxY73uWEvsIovmS3pHrOaXgQdmeagpSl_uF3TicaCu__3c91cZ5NfOdeR5__oKVYMm3-gFiONqVXc53kBhurjRgbwkqnpXxB32kL7oUZnBagvNU4cnqvb1PsCzyKBY3lQYslBqoi4CRJ/s320/hacker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479942046570511154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Caution<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">:<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">I will not take any responsibility of any loss or</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">actions<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">that you might have after this. Basically, you read this, you get the info, your own judgment, your own action, and your </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">own responsibility</span></span>!</span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />First thing, this <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">skill</span></span> will get you to get into someone's account in any website including <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">friendster</span></span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">myspace</span></span>, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">f</span>acebook </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" >(wooot!)</span>, yahoo mail or any account in any websites. And yes, you can also hack me if you like :P<br /><br />Second thing is, you have to know that people's minds are <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">unique</span></span>. They can variably make passwords that <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">nobody will ever think about</span></span>, or they can also have <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">passwords </span></span>that people can guess easily. For example, they can make password with the name of their <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">crush</span></span>, or simply put <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" >abc123</span>. You might think this hilarious, but there is a lot of people has it. I, myself have hacked accounts with that <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">abc123-password</span></span>.. but it's other skill of <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">hacking </span></span>that I will not state it here :> but mostly, it's <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">mule account</span></span> in gaming sites to keep their extra items/equipments, or as a <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">spy</span></span> in social community webby like fs, ms or fb (again, wooot!).<br /><br />Thirdly, you have to have a<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> target </span></span>you want to hack. Someone you know closely or someone you don't even know or meet in real life, but close in community <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">webby </span>like portals. Get to know their interests, what they like: their favorite food or artist, what they are into like gaming, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">love</span></span>? (yuck), <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">computer</span></span>, tv dramas, etc.<br /><br />Fourthly, damn, just ask their passwords, if they give then you get it and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" >enjoy</span>. But then if they dont, LOL cannot is cannot la. <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">HAHAHA </span>why would people want to hack lol tho I used to be a <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">hacker </span></span>too xD<br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-34842934004866098722010-01-23T10:59:00.006+08:002010-06-07T16:09:31.658+08:00I'm a Girl, but I Wish I was a Boy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZ5Odd5GIndgkg2XcBPEY0qrSluM5o9-QtfqcqEeKruKcSVdepSWyeCItYdZa4W0iIx4MTu6zinUCJpw4ZX_tD316RFpF16f-M4jwxVSGObSG2eQEsrUIpnY5DDLohzL1Uh08uPCOALQP/s1600/1205503352607b2gd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZ5Odd5GIndgkg2XcBPEY0qrSluM5o9-QtfqcqEeKruKcSVdepSWyeCItYdZa4W0iIx4MTu6zinUCJpw4ZX_tD316RFpF16f-M4jwxVSGObSG2eQEsrUIpnY5DDLohzL1Uh08uPCOALQP/s320/1205503352607b2gd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479940651242036482" border="0" /></a>First, I want to tell that I <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">will not</span></span> change my sex to male or 'other form'. This is just what I think about men that women don't have and yet, men are getting <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">more advantages</span></span> than women.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />1. Even a <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">guy is stupid</span></span> with no high education level, he can still make more <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">money</span></span> than woman because they can work almost anywhere without hesitating their safety.<br /><br />2. Women with stable jobs and monthly income can be the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">victims to men</span></span>. Almost in anywhere, men voice out their intention physically by groping women, and they enjoy it (who wouldn't duh!) . Even if the female started it, it would seem that <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">men start it</span></span>!<br /><br />3. Men are <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">very </span></span>simple. They can wear on same clothes in several days and girls still think they are cool and sexy! (wth..) The fact is, a lot of men still put on their super torn up<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> boxers</span></span> and no one complains bout that! Yuck.<br /><br />4. Men don't have to think about tidying up their bedrooms, maybe sometimes, maybe a couple times of a YEAR ! That may be because that no one a.k.a<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> females</span> would help them, or in <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">emergency</span></span> situation that all family members have to clean up their 'areas'. In any house, girls will have to help them clean up their bedroom even they don't want to (that's my case lol).<br /><br />5. Like people say, men's life start at their<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 40</span></span>s. Men still look cool even in their 40s while women already worrying about their grey hair, wrinkles on their faces, and if they can still do the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">job</span></span> in bed!</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-51293285220383166182010-01-22T23:22:00.005+08:002010-06-07T16:17:01.200+08:00Things Changed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9q9ji992HXUUmngKWko_qDp8jI1wkJzY4zsAi6LWEPMowC8PzhwZNlACiuoVKoskzCAYJMeTV207rFpon37fJktVZ7fTbZjOnPG6ewehRjpKDmotBR_DL1xEr025xDC5LwWA9tPpUcll/s1600/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9q9ji992HXUUmngKWko_qDp8jI1wkJzY4zsAi6LWEPMowC8PzhwZNlACiuoVKoskzCAYJMeTV207rFpon37fJktVZ7fTbZjOnPG6ewehRjpKDmotBR_DL1xEr025xDC5LwWA9tPpUcll/s320/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479942782382772434" border="0" /></a>It's a spontaneous title I got when I saw someone's status at ym lol. But, then a lot of things that happened in my life flashing in my head, like<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Kyle XY</span></span> and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Chuck</span> </span>hahahah Well people are getting older, in my case, I just entered the twentieth year, I hate to know I'm 2 <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">dekad </span>already!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />In the past two years after I left high school, I see one thing that changed a lot, I've become more individual and not to think of others. Maybe it happened because when I was in high school, I spend times with same people, <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The Geeky Friends</span></span>. If new years started, I would know who I will sit with, eat with, be in class together, same same sameeee faces. I relied no effort on myself because everything, I would ask them :)<br /><br />But then, after I stepped forward to university, everyone took their ways separately but we keep on contacting each other using facebook, and sometimes texting. And I was like, floating-didn't-know-what-to-do. But thankfully there was my mom who helped me a lot. And <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY</span></span> much thankful because it wasn't my dad who helped on registration. It's just, I always couldn't get along with how he treated us, I mean, he's too firm, strict and want us to be punctual all the time! If not.... if not......he'll go <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">makan-makan</span> to express his feelings! HAHHAHA The real thing is, he would get mad and might throwing things (which is kinda in max-temper level lol).<br /><br />Anyway, in university, new semester means new group classes, new faces, new lecturers, new friends, new dorm-mates! And I, who always the slow, time-waster like, so shocked with the uni lifestyle. I still cannot get used of it even now I passed the matrics life and moved on as degree student already.<br /><br />I mixed with all types of people, even worse than I have met in high school. Eventhough I went to ordinary high school, I have to admit my friends were all <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >smart</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >good behavior</span> and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">nice backgrounds</span></span>, basically they were all good to befriend with. But then, when I got to the campus life, lot of my friends are very social. -sigh- Yet, I do not say that they are bad friends :)<br /><br />Lastly, university lifestyle is like American. It stresses more on speaking rather than high school which was like British teaching that stresses on writing and more into academic section. That's why most of Americans have bad handwriting because they learned how to speak and to throw out the ideas, not to only have the academical look.<br /></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-9982644234575174472010-01-02T00:14:00.005+08:002010-06-07T16:22:52.208+08:00The First Day of 2010<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktkSI-4rYjtAzMBOEZOGgcvHh8vyss92WUH0tXI0imWVJOkhpf2rDeUC4pvRfzu5xHtgvd0iFD0JiASJj-V1IXe8Z43bnP-80yvOgH5LHTLIIbxlOe4JIunbiX3AUfqaCV57yaJpWkeuE/s1600/3164855881_5ec8117e24.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktkSI-4rYjtAzMBOEZOGgcvHh8vyss92WUH0tXI0imWVJOkhpf2rDeUC4pvRfzu5xHtgvd0iFD0JiASJj-V1IXe8Z43bnP-80yvOgH5LHTLIIbxlOe4JIunbiX3AUfqaCV57yaJpWkeuE/s320/3164855881_5ec8117e24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479944182657098594" border="0" /></a>I woke up early today, but not so early... BUT STILL EARLY FOR ME!! xD My mom asked to go to Nilai Spring to play bowling along with my dad and younger sister. I have never played bowling, but I guess they do before. SO it means I'm just gonna follow their butts anywhere there. My dad made member cards for each of the family member. But I know his only reason is to play golf and get more discounts by registering our names haha. Bad minded for my own dad x( I had <em>pisang goreng </em>as breakfast. At least it was my mom who made it, it's been so long since I had my mom's cook. The kitchen has only been used to cook cold food like nuggets, hot dogs, burgers, etc. For lunch and dinner mostly my twin brothers will take their turns to buy food.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span xmlns=""><p>The time I'm typing this, I'm waiting for my mom to back home. She went to accompany my bro to buy plywood for his stall that he'll open soon. He'll sell phone stuffs and taking calls for wedding pictures. Good luck for him. I hope this will make him more modals to open his own shop soon. <span style="font-family:Wingdings;">J</span> I'm planning to help him selling at his stall located at Uptown. This may be the chance to see and meet lot of people. I have been in the passive mode in this year, wait, it was last year already... since I started playing a game called Destiny Online. I think there was once I played 20 hours straight without stopping except only to take bath, pray and eat, but I also seldom eat because I was really into that game... whew... and now I really missed that game since I'm back to university and still can't play when I'm back home because my sister unplugged the streamyx cable!! T__T I really have to save money and buy my own broadband sooner or later. Oh my, now I'm so hating my sis for what she has done. But I still admit that after that my family became a bit active more than before because now the only thing that can distract us is tv and offline games on pc. At least it is not that addicting as web surfing (including facebook), chatting and online games. </p></span><br /><span xmlns=""><p>Anyway, I write this really in 2010-01-01, 10:38 AM haha, but I don't know when will I publish this because as you know, internet problem <span style="font-family:Wingdings;">L</span> Nevertheless, Happy New Year 2010!! Hope a lot of good things and even more of it happen and await us this year and, deep in my heart, I hope I'll get married this year wakakakaka!! THAT IS SOOO NOT GONNA HAPPEN that fast. But you can't deny that every woman dreams bout it xD *nods nods*</p></span></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-30706728401880554132009-12-31T12:45:00.008+08:002010-06-07T16:25:42.935+08:00What's new after months not blogging?<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafR4WMstE8DC9O9NtXgmY_spNg282CFtOaHX8BrjmdtezPArLxeUCr_6DzxfJYgDaw3uhy4diojTa4HSDBD21ZM9ToGFi1sMcEjT07cWcM09rAenVW2jV_GaNK-CVsuobyLKQrS_1Z-XE/s1600/bg-actualites.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafR4WMstE8DC9O9NtXgmY_spNg282CFtOaHX8BrjmdtezPArLxeUCr_6DzxfJYgDaw3uhy4diojTa4HSDBD21ZM9ToGFi1sMcEjT07cWcM09rAenVW2jV_GaNK-CVsuobyLKQrS_1Z-XE/s320/bg-actualites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479945017460373442" border="0" /></a>There are lots of events, incidents and new experiences I had in the past months. And now, after looking back at my blog, I feel like it's such a waste not to blog every single moment that I got through. I always read my old posts. Yes I do and I laugh at my own work. It is fun to recall and imagine back the funny, happy, sad moments as I read the posts.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It has been fine month after I moved to the main campus. Still, I don't really get new friends.. well, some I think.. I mean one or three...wait.. under 10 ? Oh well. I'm so slow in mingling with the new people, new environment and I need time to get used to the new places. Not like some people, they've got lots of friends after just days being with a bunch of 'strangers' around them, at least, that's what I call to the people I dont really know. I find it fake..or awkward to talk with people we're not used to be with. In most conversations, I tend to be the 'talker' not the 'listener' and I hate to talk! I'm always out of ideas and it'll be the time that I come out with stupid jokes, telling my stupid secrets and bout my past. And I'll always regret after that for telling the stuffs to them -__-<br /><br />Actually, I don't really want to know about their lives, where they live, how many their siblings..? etc what-so-ever the same questions people used to ask when meeting people. And I don't even want to know their names!! So what? It's me. Haha. No wonder Im so ignorant. Plus I only meet the same faces everyday, sit with same people, eat with the same friends, back walking with the same GEEKY friends. No offense but, I think all my friends are geek. XD From high school till now. But they're the one who always make me laugh, they're the one who accompany me when I'm lonely and they're the one who always make me like wanting to SHOUT hella out there!! They're the one. :)<br /><br />In these few days, I find myself a little bit more sentimental than the normal me. Maybe because I'm not happy. Yes.. I'm not happy. I'm not happy with everything that I got. Although the others always find me smiling, joking around but deep here, I'm not happy.. OMG, even in my own blog I find it hard to express my sad feelings... that's why I always tell the silly things, etc</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-71082674297492536572009-08-13T01:32:00.003+08:002010-06-07T16:27:50.124+08:00The Water Runs Out!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqL0biGAV_wDJ8td2Q4fOl80Kv-ErQhpJIB41d_Bqruy5RH-yBLCBiWFwxDSDyycYkXVT0UOVU0ReScywzDgoF7jil9ARDt8uo1aUXWAh59dl0BqnUqyLiG0lFmHOk8NNDkKxFRIGnqgNj/s1600/water.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqL0biGAV_wDJ8td2Q4fOl80Kv-ErQhpJIB41d_Bqruy5RH-yBLCBiWFwxDSDyycYkXVT0UOVU0ReScywzDgoF7jil9ARDt8uo1aUXWAh59dl0BqnUqyLiG0lFmHOk8NNDkKxFRIGnqgNj/s320/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479945584345138690" border="0" /></a>This morning, the first thing I heard was, "There's no water in toilet!". Plus, it was 8.30 am and my class supposed to be at 9 am. O.O Quickly I went with big pace to the toilet and waited at the outside for my turn as there was only one toilet can be used because it has tank water. Unfortunately, when it was my turn the water ran out COMPLETELY! O'sheeee! And it turned I went to class with perfumes sprayed on unusually to cover that-might-be-of-bad-smell-of-unbathed-person :O</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span xmlns=""><p>Gladly, the water came back at night when I was asleep (I sleep a lot nowadays like 15 hours average). We kinda celebrated for the returning of water as we ordered McDonalds that night. I could see happy faces as we eat though there was a bit conflict because Sena took wrong order and ended up one of us didn't get her order. At last, we made a new order for her. Other reason was because the food weren't enough, the set didn't have fries >:/ </p></span><br /><span xmlns=""><p>Same problem almost every order me made for the last 4 days having McDonalds as our supper. Grr... Couldn't they be more careful and responsible? </p></span><br /><span xmlns=""><p>Oh yeah, I might consider of exercising as we have had fast food straight in 4 days. Aaahh… </p></span></div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-71343823494503245512009-06-25T22:40:00.006+08:002010-01-22T19:34:52.343+08:00Sleepy Day<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sinsear777.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sleepy-kitty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 328px;" src="http://sinsear777.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sleepy-kitty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Last night I slept at 4 am. I wandered all the time though I've finished the thing I should do to find a topic for the speech I'm gonna do after mid-term. The next day would be the deadline to send the topic tho. But I couldn't keep myself stand/sit still! Then I went to bed at 3 am... @.@ I couldn't. There was voice whispering and like crying under a blanket not so far from where I laid..<br /><br />My friend was arguing with her boyfriend.. -__- omg<br /><br />Btw, this post is a draft which I have delayed for months, but im feeling like to post it anyway haha. So this has nothing new, but just a past :)</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3734341884413570542009-06-01T11:32:00.003+08:002010-01-22T19:35:24.071+08:00No Internet kills me so much<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf45qdHFYSU41EwXG58LH97zNiQw8jx3t9eCveuiwjh5j_xL8y1D1P36kkSYf5ObtfAGSNj09V6DV3HDa6tPJTTaALVe1-QJ-vah2U5jRF_ZlBaC1oM9XVHhSjobqanEf2Y1izb_XaLFyn/s1600-h/Training-pg-crying12.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf45qdHFYSU41EwXG58LH97zNiQw8jx3t9eCveuiwjh5j_xL8y1D1P36kkSYf5ObtfAGSNj09V6DV3HDa6tPJTTaALVe1-QJ-vah2U5jRF_ZlBaC1oM9XVHhSjobqanEf2Y1izb_XaLFyn/s320/Training-pg-crying12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198568642158194" border="0" /></a><br />Ahah, no it’s not. I’m still alive and writing this entry. But I’ve been in no mood since I couldn’t get internet connection 3 days ago. I got nothing to do and ate 3 apples and 2 pears in the morning just to make the boredom I felt at least gone a little. Yeah, like people always say, when we bored we get to eat something, not because we’re hungry, but because we’re bored. Just a great time that tomorrow I’m going back to college and this suxx a lot that I couldn’t get to internet and at least to say something to my friends in the game. =/<br /><br />In these days (without internet), I watched 5 movies straight every day. Thank goodness there are bunch of movies in my laptop I copied from senior sister in my dome and from the cybercafe’s bro and still got a lot to watch. Damn I’m so bored without internet. Else what I did, I played with Photoshop and ended up making nice and happy-go-lucky wallpaper just suited my taste very much. I have many friends who are talented in computers like programmers and designers whom I learned so many things from them. Weirdly, I never meet them in real life. I knew them from this forum which we called as LG (totally not the brand name a.k.a Life’s Good) and we were like family there. Basically, it’s all about hacking site. But it turned out me still hanging out there because I got to meet great people.<br /><br />I got the thought that when I’m back to college which would be tomorrow, most of my friends will become fatter, including me. Last semester, my friends always put on diet and only eat lunch which usually just cookies or bread. Bah. I wasn’t like that at all. I bought full packed of rice and lauk in the polystyrene every time it was lunch time. I couldn’t miss breakfast, lunch and dinner even once or I’ll turn out being hungry for the rest of the day. So basically, they would let out their hungriness at home because they were like ikat perut all the time in hostel. I wonder if they were out of budget. They bought new clothes, bags and shoes every month which was so different compared to me. I used same baju kurung I used to wear when I was 13-year old, used bag from my sister which I took without her knowing (buahahahaha!), a pair of tore shoe I used for two semesters. But I still so broke! Whyy??!! T.T<br /><br />No worry, I’m still in same figure but big stomach due to bad habit napping after eating. I played computer all the time even if I didn’t eat for the rest of the day, I didn’t mind at all as long as I could play and stay connected to internet. >:3 For now, I’m saving some money which I will spend on this game (Destiny Online, of course no else). I’m full of spirit to start this new semester (actually not, AT ALL!) because ………… hmm okey Imma stop pretending. I HATE GOING BACK TO COLLEGE WAA~~~ I want to stay at home. -.- Patient yan..be patient. Just 4 months…. *huhuuuu* Till then, let the time tells. =)</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-79659641096732599352009-06-01T11:22:00.004+08:002010-01-22T19:35:40.969+08:00Embarrassing Day<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVRDCE-oeMtUthelp2xfpVobSv2UXAu9ad_IODRUVmnWN7lR2zlYg0bwC2f8QfqHADw1gO6USg3nFZh4HGnRLHnyj9-dHed5AanouKGa25o2Jf8di_oskJXU3lV6kmYckyNPbrWElOnn_/s1600-h/embarrassed-chimpanzee_tim-.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVRDCE-oeMtUthelp2xfpVobSv2UXAu9ad_IODRUVmnWN7lR2zlYg0bwC2f8QfqHADw1gO6USg3nFZh4HGnRLHnyj9-dHed5AanouKGa25o2Jf8di_oskJXU3lV6kmYckyNPbrWElOnn_/s320/embarrassed-chimpanzee_tim-.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342196245598491634" border="0" /></a><br />Again, today I woke up so early in the morning to wait those workers to come. Fortunately, they did come today not like before. With big smile on my face, I led the way to balcony where they would do the works. They had to pass through my room and I thought I had cleaned up all things before they came..<br /><br />Then I went to my lappy to start my routine I have been doing in these three months which is playing Destiny Online. I didn’t expect anything even when one of the workers came to the door and stood there; he was like to say something but walked away... Hmm still, I expected nothing.<br /><br />Until then, SNAP!! I remembered 2 my panties still there laying on my bed beautifully! OMG!! 5 unknown men had seen my panties waaahh!! Stupid idea to dry my panties @.@ So that’s what that man was trying to tell.. And that was really EMBARRASSING!!! I just ran to my room and quickly took those panties, but the time I was there, a worker was changing his clothes. Thank goodness just his upper side... I would not dare to see more though arrghhh. And what annoyed me was when I was taking my panties he stood there and just looked at me with that innocent smile (I think kinda greeting smile). Oh please, for my sake can you at least turn around and pretend not to see?! *sob sob* actually there’s another hanged panty in the toilet but I forgot to take and I left it there in hope they would not get in to the toilet. But it wasn’t as I expected T_T<br /><br />Bad starting day really. I came downstairs with pile of dirty clothes and two words came out from my mouth, “Oh sheet!”. I think at 11 am suddenly I was disconnected. I picked up the phone which I usually do whenever I got dc’ed to repair the connection. But this time it was different. The phone gave no tones at all. Hmmph, I thought it would be just for a while. And I waited till 5pm >:S and what I got, the phone’s wire was cut off in accidently when the workers brought down the roof from second floor. BAD NEWS for meeeee!!! No internet till TM NET comes to the rescue!!~~ This will take days before the line will come back ><>:3<br /><br />Back at home, I finished that Char Kuew Teow –slowly- even that I was so full. Still so sad though deep inside ( emo emo~ ) NO INTERNET still! Guess got no luck that I may go back to college in these next 2 days without playing Destiny Online at all. Thank goodness I gave my pass to my IGN future husband to take care of my char. Still hoping the phone line will back up soon, really really soon before I go back to college ><<br /><br />P/s: I just realized that I’ve wrote a super long blog entry. Must be coz I got no internet waa~~ So bored so bored..</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-25918672007299965842009-05-26T22:55:00.011+08:002010-01-22T19:52:14.467+08:00Tiring Day<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbS3_NlJERCsps8oXq-NnpWyfOpqYB9jxEwPoexNPjsl1Iqm2YjFx7_Ccz-EOvbyi7dUhV2vZaTvNl49-r679fWy7mKuJyOjEVHk0qm6xLWwDyoWT9W-_d4L4c8Y_kg-KtaKNzkY2a-Ek/s1600-h/yomiko_cheerleader.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbS3_NlJERCsps8oXq-NnpWyfOpqYB9jxEwPoexNPjsl1Iqm2YjFx7_Ccz-EOvbyi7dUhV2vZaTvNl49-r679fWy7mKuJyOjEVHk0qm6xLWwDyoWT9W-_d4L4c8Y_kg-KtaKNzkY2a-Ek/s320/yomiko_cheerleader.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340153074377559730" border="0" /></a><br />Today I woke up so early to complete the unfinished work that I supposed to do last night which was, to clean my cats' poo. @_@ Yeah, it's been kept ever since I got back home like, umm lemme see, 2 months and half ago ;x Yeah, the poos were mounted and I had to take deep breath whenever I had to pile them into the bucket. Then the next step, xD I threw all of it to the toilet and flush them altogether ( hoped not gonna stuck or blow out and I would be so dead ).<br /><br />The thing why I was so sudden to cleaning the disgusting poos was because of my house going to be renovated. The ceiling has so many holes due to the leaking whenever it's raining. My mom asked me ( it's a must though xD) so that we wouldn't get embarrassed to the people who gonna do the work renovating our house. But it was my plan though to clean it this week seemed that this week is the last one for me to be at home. I'm going back to college ( waa!! I'm so hating to go back to school since kindergarten! >:( even I had to hold tight the front gate of school. Yeah, it's based of true story of myself xD) Anyway, I'm thinking of doing good deed at least before I go back to college * angel face*<br /><br />The thought of getting back to college for new semester really runs in my mind every seconds as it nears to the date until I forgot my best-friend birthday :O Gomenasai Lina ! I'll call you tomorrow I promise ><>:3 thanks to my elder sister who used to share same room with me, bah .<br /><br />I waited, waited and waited ~ But the workers still hadn't come to my house. What??!! after all my hard work . . . I'm so ..speechless. They didn't come at all today ! grrr.. But thinking back, if not because of them also I wont get my lazy butt to get off cleaning those things. Aah I feel a bit fresh after got my body did some works ( feel fresh after cleaning poos??). I spent my 3 months holiday to be just in front of the computer ~ hmm I guess 2 weeks to be cut coz I went to vacation. I was so addicted to this game and still am! It's Destiny Online =) I got level 84 there being 24/7 infront of my lappy grinding and heavy quests xD<br /><br />Anyway, I hope that my college will not block Destiny Online so I can still play it there without going to cybercafe. Plus, I'm certain that it'll be so lag and I will not be able to move my char =/ Hmmph, then I have to say bye bye to my Destiny Online. I will be back after 4 months :3</div>Mizzyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973noreply@blogger.com0