<?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-3946411021952516259</id><updated>2011-12-28T16:55:51.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Called Life People</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-8942699559680696394</id><published>2011-07-25T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:15:51.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog!!</title><content type='html'>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 (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So without taking much space &lt;a href="http://simplysyiok.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; off you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-8942699559680696394?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/8942699559680696394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=8942699559680696394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/8942699559680696394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/8942699559680696394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-blog.html' title='My new blog!!'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7986841920696465590</id><published>2011-06-29T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T17:55:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Pekasam sure fly~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom cooked pekasam for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; though the dishes were not much but it sure delicious =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially when there's pekasam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVZtVsUwjBA/Tgre1GVhc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/4xQ689zBYsQ/s1600/IMG_8732.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyyFzgfSF6Y/Tgre0tAo1AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/atrrVHuq0dk/s1600/IMG_8733.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyyFzgfSF6Y/Tgre0tAo1AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/atrrVHuq0dk/s400/IMG_8733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623552081742320642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUTtujJHzcM/Tgre0YuXN9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/X0nynaaspMQ/s1600/IMG_8731.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pUTtujJHzcM/Tgre0YuXN9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/X0nynaaspMQ/s400/IMG_8731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623552076296959954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aside pekasam, my mom gave us some chickens =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPDLJL8PQsI/Tgre0KY7wNI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QQWyQJTMhYM/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVZtVsUwjBA/Tgre1GVhc8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/4xQ689zBYsQ/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/s: This is my first time taking food pics and the food looked more delicious when zoomed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7986841920696465590?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7986841920696465590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7986841920696465590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7986841920696465590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7986841920696465590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/eat-pekasam-sure-fly.html' title='Eat Pekasam sure fly~'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GyyFzgfSF6Y/Tgre0tAo1AI/AAAAAAAAAOs/atrrVHuq0dk/s72-c/IMG_8733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3702373039779786447</id><published>2011-06-28T20:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:36:12.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of all in KL Marathon 2011: Volunteers' experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK3ayxfa82U/TgoFYSRR-GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/H9jj3Jer3pg/s1600/26062011443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pic below shows how the queuing line was TOTALLY empty ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623255482590799330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsbcw63Zp7U/TgnREXEXpeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T2GYAang6cg/s400/24062011428.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it changed during the last day of the registration which was Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, the event day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got long queue lining up~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but for my category got so few people .. o_O luck much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623261998353176130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBUa3XKN7Go/TgnW_oLLVkI/AAAAAAAAANE/BXmVne8hYcs/s400/25062011429.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the bad shot, I took it from my nokia c5, planning to buy new one with HD camera, got suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well from this angle, there weren't that many people as you see from previous pic :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623262005331844546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRkSo9shQHI/TgnXACLBXcI/AAAAAAAAANM/r2HZvhbRvhk/s400/25062011430.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we got grouped by categories and got the volunteers' ID card, without the card we wouldn't get salary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623262021102185778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncurt02K3BQ/TgnXA869rTI/AAAAAAAAANc/J_KcUv-skTk/s400/25062011432.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623262009820354162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0ETye0vYec/TgnXAS5KlnI/AAAAAAAAANU/fMZsVgRZujI/s400/25062011431.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some shots where I got dropped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gePjCe61Yg/TgoE5iaA8NI/AAAAAAAAANs/mErR759aTQI/s1600/26062011437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623312471260459218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gePjCe61Yg/TgoE5iaA8NI/AAAAAAAAANs/mErR759aTQI/s400/26062011437.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the picture below, you can see the 1km sign, for the runners :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623312468219450258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMXC3ktdAx4/TgoE5XE-05I/AAAAAAAAANk/0FHWxt2wYmM/s400/26062011436.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMXC3ktdAx4/TgoE5XE-05I/AAAAAAAAANk/0FHWxt2wYmM/s1600/26062011436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMXC3ktdAx4/TgoE5XE-05I/AAAAAAAAANk/0FHWxt2wYmM/s1600/26062011436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first 30mins were spent in front of the KTM, and it was really uncomfortable! There got many cockroaches and they were huge!&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 href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvpoJSWj1to/TgoE5wAzKoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-dUpEFD7iGA/s1600/26062011440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623312474912795266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvpoJSWj1to/TgoE5wAzKoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-dUpEFD7iGA/s400/26062011440.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my partner Max turned out more scared of the cockroaches than I do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we got moved a lil towards the corner of traffic lights.&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 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srFL4llHK3g/TgoFYLvtU6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eVlZhslNKF0/s1600/26062011442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623312997753377698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srFL4llHK3g/TgoFYLvtU6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/eVlZhslNKF0/s400/26062011442.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKxe0TXnpdA/TgoE6iHnLEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FkYY0wBG36k/s1600/26062011441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623312488363142210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKxe0TXnpdA/TgoE6iHnLEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FkYY0wBG36k/s400/26062011441.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvpoJSWj1to/TgoE5wAzKoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-dUpEFD7iGA/s1600/26062011440.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And got polices gathered around us, so we actually felt safer!&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 href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK3ayxfa82U/TgoFYSRR-GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/H9jj3Jer3pg/s1600/26062011443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623312999504803938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aK3ayxfa82U/TgoFYSRR-GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/H9jj3Jer3pg/s400/26062011443.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*updated* broke promise to post a following post bout this. it's not homework anyway~&lt;br /&gt;im so not dedicated to my blog, gomen ne?~&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/3946411021952516259-3702373039779786447?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3702373039779786447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3702373039779786447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3702373039779786447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3702373039779786447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-of-all-in-kl-marathon-2011.html' title='All of all in KL Marathon 2011: Volunteers&apos; experiences'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsbcw63Zp7U/TgnREXEXpeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/T2GYAang6cg/s72-c/24062011428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-5206979877596062204</id><published>2011-06-22T23:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:35:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Registration Day of KL Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so far it went well, we got to smile ~all the way~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but yeah that was tiring but good experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at one point, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there got one artist wanted to register also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i started finishing the work in extra speed of my current customer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thinking that the artist would come to my counter~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he went to other counter T3T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway he passed my counter 2 times so i got to see him closed up. so handsome.. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here are some pics i shot when my counter was empty for 1 second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was when got no customer in the house yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikKmJzxKV1A/TgIaoxuC4II/AAAAAAAAAMc/UcyzGkMkN10/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAhiu67gST0/TgIbL19PwQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NLgjJf4I2fU/s1600/22062011411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAhiu67gST0/TgIbL19PwQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NLgjJf4I2fU/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then it got crowded every 10mins&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 href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30NVA37LKBc/TgIbMV6KeTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gSci0BroeVk/s1600/22062011417.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30NVA37LKBc/TgIbMV6KeTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gSci0BroeVk/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9w0OWgkWcNY/TgIbMABo-lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iq5IXKIK-sU/s1600/22062011416.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9w0OWgkWcNY/TgIbMABo-lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iq5IXKIK-sU/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; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAhiu67gST0/TgIbL19PwQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NLgjJf4I2fU/s1600/22062011411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though i couldn't snap the artist's photo D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-5206979877596062204?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/5206979877596062204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=5206979877596062204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5206979877596062204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5206979877596062204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/1st-day-registration-kl-marathon.html' title='1st Registration Day of KL Marathon'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ikKmJzxKV1A/TgIaoxuC4II/AAAAAAAAAMc/UcyzGkMkN10/s72-c/22062011412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-1269000850173583161</id><published>2011-06-22T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:06:59.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding bike =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/3rdseries-motorcycle.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i havent ridden bike since bout 5 years ago i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got caught by police not wearing helmet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but maybe coz i was too cute, i didnt get any summon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, i got to ride bike with my bro, i got excited of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i felt the wind blowing to my pretty face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--- like flying ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe coz my bro drove it too fast too but i liked it anyway =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then i noticed i was holding on tight onto my bro's waist. so i changed it and grabbed his collar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;didnt care he got suffocated or what D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont want people think i was his girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coz, i see usually couples riding a bike, the female will hold on the male's waist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah romantic though but if bro and sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's awkward haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-1269000850173583161?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/1269000850173583161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=1269000850173583161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/1269000850173583161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/1269000850173583161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/riding-bike-d.html' title='Riding bike =D'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7056233669524890405</id><published>2011-06-21T01:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:54:35.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment and Volunteering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/2nd-seriesassignment.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i just spent my day to finish up my assignment as tomorrow i got all day in class, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the next day i'm going to the&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KL Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not because I am one of the runner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm gonna help with the expected 23,000 runners in the registration day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you are one of the runner you might see me at the registration desk! (^o^)/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy your run!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7056233669524890405?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7056233669524890405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7056233669524890405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7056233669524890405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7056233669524890405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/assignment-and-volunteering.html' title='Assignment and Volunteering'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7211441034463414237</id><published>2011-06-19T17:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:13:19.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me want out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x400/mizzyan/1stseries-momdunwangoout.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;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="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if not, she'll go help my dad's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yea, bunch of works :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7211441034463414237?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7211441034463414237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7211441034463414237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7211441034463414237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7211441034463414237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-want-out.html' title='me want out'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-1319702196960757988</id><published>2011-06-18T03:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:48:15.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jjaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNIYpFZU4Qs/Tf9dZ4PSdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/dlVO4vFnKQE/s1600/basic%2Bw%2Bwhite%2Bcanvas.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNIYpFZU4Qs/Tf9dZ4PSdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/dlVO4vFnKQE/s320/basic%2Bw%2Bwhite%2Bcanvas.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620313559156290994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday my parents wanted me to make each of them blogger account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, BOTH my mom and dad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the end, they both spent time on their own blogger account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;writing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-backspace-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;write again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stared at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zog7jjBrAEE/Tfu0VnILr2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XGEt_1F537U/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; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;...........&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dad: yan--- watta to write??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my mom did one line entry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;(^_^)Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the end both of them just put their post as draft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;so,  after they wanted me to help them with the blogspot, i felt like wanting to start bloggin again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heads up for upcomin posts !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-1319702196960757988?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/1319702196960757988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=1319702196960757988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/1319702196960757988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/1319702196960757988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Jjaah'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNIYpFZU4Qs/Tf9dZ4PSdbI/AAAAAAAAALs/dlVO4vFnKQE/s72-c/basic%2Bw%2Bwhite%2Bcanvas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7806857004085000759</id><published>2010-09-28T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:39:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird, Sick, Lazy, Psycho People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title is the summed up of the people I met yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: Weird, Scary People&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baka&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkat my kain &lt;/span&gt;to run coz I thought you were a ghost?? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Unreasonable, Irresponsible, Selfish People&lt;br /&gt;I was at library to read &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;free&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3: Lazy, Annoying People&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4: Kind People&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 5: Easy-to-freaked-out People&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pacat&lt;/span&gt; (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&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/3946411021952516259-7806857004085000759?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7806857004085000759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7806857004085000759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7806857004085000759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7806857004085000759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-sick-lazy-psycho-people.html' title='Weird, Sick, Lazy, Psycho People'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3002482334932948027</id><published>2010-09-24T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:05:49.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom! Pleeeease I don't want to live in hostel T.+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mom oh mom! I don't like it here.... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hold my pee every night coz the toilet is wayyy at the end of block, and soo creepy.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; 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)&lt;br /&gt;Here, even the makcik2 clean the toilet EVERY morning still BAUUUUUUU!~~ How the students pee that it can smell so damn sharp?? @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peace here!&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna home mom.. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-3002482334932948027?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3002482334932948027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3002482334932948027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3002482334932948027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3002482334932948027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/09/mom-pleeeease-i-dont-want-to-live-in.html' title='Mom! Pleeeease I don&apos;t want to live in hostel T.+'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-8399719015768255752</id><published>2010-09-22T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:28:45.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know someone who wears.. susuk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she's not even pretty LOL. Oh wait, if she is pretty she won't need the susuk tho. Btw..  she's old, she walks as if she has a hunch on her back, she walks like Pro-max lurker as if people are hunting her but yeah that's how people act when they're doing big sins and afraid to be caught red-handed. Haha I once saw her face-to-face but she's busy looking at someone, maybe her new victim? hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ustaz said that one day her face would turn out super ugly by itself. No need people to do that to her, in case so lol if wanna take revenge of what she's done. Y'all know what she's been doing? She destroys people's lives even have to get through dirtiest way. Even worse, she's practising black magic.. er in malay ilmu hitam? O_o wow.. this woman ar.. tho you'd 'succeed' in lifetime, later in Hereafter you'd gonna suffer ALOT due to sins you've done. Omo, who am I to say that, I myself also did many sins T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, from what I've been told, this woman is in conspiracy with ionno la maybe guys or even has teams. x.x They try gettin other people's money. For example, this one married guy is really rich, and this bitch gonna get closer to this guy and flirts and makes the guy falls for her that he'd do anything even to give all his money. The guy would be like unconscious. Even he'd leave his wife and children for this bitch. Idk much things le, but these what this bitch has been doing. Destroying people's marriages just for money. So evil aite? What a gold digger. freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even she's old that she should earn some respects for being old member (warga emas la sgt haha), knowing of what she'd done really makes me so angry. Plus, she did it to.. I can't tell la.. but very close ones. Pfft. So mad that I would like to post her picture that EVERYONE will know her!!! Throw firestone to her face and let she dies suffering and shrieking begging for help!!!! x.x haha if come to imagination I always exaggerate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish now that she would get her punishment NOW here in world!! coz later if in Hereafter sure much much more painful... -sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-8399719015768255752?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/8399719015768255752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=8399719015768255752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/8399719015768255752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/8399719015768255752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-someone-who-wears-susuk.html' title='I know someone who wears.. susuk.'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-5316886457656095470</id><published>2010-09-20T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:13:59.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What thing that stresses me out in the hellish way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Stay out of someone else's husband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-5316886457656095470?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/5316886457656095470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=5316886457656095470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5316886457656095470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5316886457656095470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-thing-that-stress-me-out-in.html' title='What thing that stresses me out in the hellish way?'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3609160294479904074</id><published>2010-06-29T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:10:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid policeman wtf..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This happened yesterday for the time I wrote this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I got two summons from this fucking idiot snobbish policeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I got into accident last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind bout the accident, I'll tell later way below this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going to tell bout is~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I only got 1 summon, for late &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;report&lt;/span&gt;, coz the accident happened last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was at first we planned to share &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;50-50&lt;/span&gt; to repair the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;motorcycle &lt;/span&gt;that I got into accident with.. so we both agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later he asked for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;RM5k&lt;/span&gt;?!?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame him also.. coz it's an old super-bike, hard to find the spare part -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;police station&lt;/span&gt; la .. yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the investigation process went on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was beside me also in the office&lt;br /&gt;Then he said my mom talked too much and said to get out from his office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la, without opposing, my mom went out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't stop but talking bad things bout my mom -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said like: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your mom wasn't even there, then your mom talked like she knows it all. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sibuk &lt;/span&gt;(means busybody)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la your mom&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! my mom already went out so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;STOP TALKING BOUT MY MOM&lt;/span&gt; and proceed you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SNOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la, no mother wants to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lepas tangan&lt;/span&gt; or do nothing if their kids got blamed at for any wrong doings and also, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WHO LIKES PEOPLE SAYING BAD THINGS TO THEIR MOMS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, you think you're at high position you can say whatever you want??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole investigation seemed useless coz he never wanted to listen carefully my explanation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I explained, he cut my story -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder what happened.. here is the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, I went out to send this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;gift &lt;/span&gt;that my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;girlfriends &lt;/span&gt;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, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;except &lt;/span&gt;had to cross the main road which always busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got onto the main road, and I stopped on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;light.. then when it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN &lt;/span&gt;(my sister also saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;!), 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his explanation: He said his light was also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; and I was the one who broke the light..&lt;br /&gt;(He also thought I don't have car license coz my voice is like a kid wth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.. the main road was so busy that none can manage to cross without the light is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;! I was sure that the opposite cars all already &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;STOPPED &lt;/span&gt;that I managed to drove my car to cross, well almost!, until the motorcycle came from nowhere and hit my car -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So while being &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;investigated&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made his conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one who's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Don't follow the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;traffic light&lt;/span&gt;, even it's green you have to make way to the opposite cars/motors. Imagine if it's thundering there and the traffic &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lights &lt;/span&gt;are broken, you have to make way also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;WTF?? DON'T FOLLOW THE TRAFFIC LIGHT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said the hell that time didn't even thundering and the light was normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went through some conversation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Late &lt;/span&gt;already kinda 7.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last, he still made me the one who's wrong.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sheeeet of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;report (I had no idea what he typed, he could also twist the real story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me, "What else you want to say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still said my light was green that's why I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;drove &lt;/span&gt;away and the cars all stopped, but then that motorcycle the one who suddenly came from nowhere coz driven fast and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hit &lt;/span&gt;my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the policeman said I talked too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GAVE ME ANOTHER SUMMON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a freaking beggar -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me another summon just to shut me up and because he had no idea to talk back my statements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deymit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of story -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, before I went out from his office,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted , 'So you gave me another summons because you couldn't talk back?? Thanks for nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he said to repeat coz he couldn't catch what I said. Darn -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just walked out home.. with the two summons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you guys think? Is this a reasonable action that the policeman gave me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad tho T3T&lt;br /&gt;Who don't? Burn RM700 already to pay this summons.. wth&lt;br /&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/3946411021952516259-3609160294479904074?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3609160294479904074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3609160294479904074&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3609160294479904074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3609160294479904074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/06/stupid-policeman-wtf.html' title='Stupid policeman wtf..'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-4464031593987810389</id><published>2010-06-20T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:15:17.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons of why I don't like KIDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just came back from trip to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hometown &lt;/span&gt;and as usual, I met my young nieces and cousins. After all, I treated them in the equal way from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;babies &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;toddlers &lt;/span&gt;to naughty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;. But I couldn't resist to feel annoyed to some kids from the way they talk, walk, eat, act blah blah :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: These are from my experiences, so nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;. They like to pick nose and try to touch me with the same finger they used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;. When I say STOP that means to them, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DO MOOOOOOOOOOORE&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bounced &lt;/span&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;. They think they are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;when they eat with food got onto all over their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;faces&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;aren't-cute-kids&lt;/span&gt;, stop doing that, so annoying -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FIVE&lt;/span&gt;. They put food into their mouths and take it out back. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SIX&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;They ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;questions&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;and when we answer, they say 'What?. After we repeat, they still say 'Uh?'/'What?' x10000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SEVEN&lt;/span&gt;. Hey I know you are a kiddo boy. But don't show your &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;birds&lt;/span&gt;!! oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. Stop bringing all your toys to me. Not that I want to play with those &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;blocks &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;teddies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my short trip I got to write this list :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/3946411021952516259-4464031593987810389?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/4464031593987810389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=4464031593987810389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/4464031593987810389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/4464031593987810389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/06/reasons-of-why-i-dont-like-kids.html' title='Reasons of why I don&apos;t like KIDS!'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-4927297932512418773</id><published>2010-06-15T17:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:29:17.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, you first la. I follow you, ok or NOT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TBe4W0VdYxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IITJurYewS8/s1600/dont_follow_me_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TBe4W0VdYxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IITJurYewS8/s320/dont_follow_me_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053773492151058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-4927297932512418773?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/4927297932512418773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=4927297932512418773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/4927297932512418773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/4927297932512418773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-you-first-la-i-follow-you-ok-or-not.html' title='No, you first la. I follow you, ok or NOT?'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TBe4W0VdYxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IITJurYewS8/s72-c/dont_follow_me_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7698665209672612870</id><published>2010-04-27T16:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:55:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother is a Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAypvoRJjFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Vxug5K3HyYc/s1600/SSBB_Ness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479941482331343954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAypvoRJjFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Vxug5K3HyYc/s320/SSBB_Ness.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can get the idea  that this entry post is in ranting mode. And yes, I am &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ranting&lt;/span&gt;.  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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;You are tooooooooo over&lt;/span&gt;. 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &amp;gt; Prohibited &amp;gt; Pig). I know bout what is haram or halal, and am very well acknowledged of it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7698665209672612870?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7698665209672612870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7698665209672612870&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7698665209672612870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7698665209672612870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-brother-is-pig.html' title='My Brother is a Pig'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAypvoRJjFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Vxug5K3HyYc/s72-c/SSBB_Ness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3645491038485962449</id><published>2010-01-25T14:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:14:04.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Hack Someone's Account</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyqQeOP-zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kH1DSeBs1DE/s1600/hacker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyqQeOP-zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kH1DSeBs1DE/s320/hacker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479942046570511154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caution&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I will not take any responsibility of any loss or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;actions&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;that you might have after this. Basically, you read this, you get the info, your own judgment, your own action, and your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will get you to get into someone's account in any website including &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;acebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;(wooot!)&lt;/span&gt;, yahoo mail or any account in any websites. And yes, you can also hack me if you like :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing is, you have to know that people's minds are &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They can variably make passwords that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody will ever think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or they can also have &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passwords &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that people can guess easily.  For example, they can make password with the name of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or simply put &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;abc123&lt;/span&gt;. You might think this hilarious, but there is a lot of people has it. I, myself have hacked accounts with that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abc123-password&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. but it's other skill of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that I will not state it here :&gt; but mostly, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mule account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in gaming sites to keep their extra items/equipments, or as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in social community webby like fs, ms or fb (again, wooot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you have to have a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; target &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you want to hack. Someone you know closely or someone you don't even know or meet in real life, but close in community &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;webby &lt;/span&gt;like portals. Get to know their interests, what they like: their favorite food or artist, what they are into like gaming, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? (yuck), &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, tv dramas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, damn, just ask their passwords, if they give then you get it and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;. But then if they dont, LOL cannot is cannot la. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;HAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;why would people want to hack lol tho I used to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-3645491038485962449?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3645491038485962449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3645491038485962449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3645491038485962449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3645491038485962449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-hack-someones-account.html' title='How to Hack Someone&apos;s Account'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyqQeOP-zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kH1DSeBs1DE/s72-c/hacker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3484293400486609872</id><published>2010-01-23T10:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:09:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Girl, but I Wish I was a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyo_QOBHQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DV6yDvyp5T0/s1600/1205503352607b2gd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyo_QOBHQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DV6yDvyp5T0/s320/1205503352607b2gd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479940651242036482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, I want to tell that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;more advantages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy is stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with no high education level, he can still make more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than woman because they can work almost anywhere without hesitating their safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Women with stable jobs and monthly income can be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;victims to men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;men start it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; boxers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and no one complains bout that! Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; females&lt;/span&gt; would help them, or in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Like people say, men's life start at their&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-3484293400486609872?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3484293400486609872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3484293400486609872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3484293400486609872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3484293400486609872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-girl-but-i-wish-i-was-boy.html' title='I&apos;m a Girl, but I Wish I was a Boy'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyo_QOBHQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DV6yDvyp5T0/s72-c/1205503352607b2gd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-5129328522038316618</id><published>2010-01-22T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:17:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyq7TVkENI/AAAAAAAAAGY/akbyA2cSb8U/s1600/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyq7TVkENI/AAAAAAAAAGY/akbyA2cSb8U/s320/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479942782382772434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle XY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hahahah Well people are getting older, in my case, I just entered the twentieth year, I hate to know I'm 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dekad &lt;/span&gt;already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Geeky Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;makan-makan&lt;/span&gt; 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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;good behavior&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nice backgrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 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 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&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/3946411021952516259-5129328522038316618?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/5129328522038316618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=5129328522038316618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5129328522038316618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5129328522038316618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-changed.html' title='Things Changed'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyq7TVkENI/AAAAAAAAAGY/akbyA2cSb8U/s72-c/2328879637_c0d2e376ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-998264423457517447</id><published>2010-01-02T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:22:52.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAysMzw-o2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/KXo8M6Ju8ac/s1600/3164855881_5ec8117e24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAysMzw-o2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/KXo8M6Ju8ac/s320/3164855881_5ec8117e24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479944182657098594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;pisang goreng &lt;/em&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; 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*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-998264423457517447?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/998264423457517447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=998264423457517447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/998264423457517447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/998264423457517447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-2010.html' title='The First Day of 2010'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAysMzw-o2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/KXo8M6Ju8ac/s72-c/3164855881_5ec8117e24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3070672840188055413</id><published>2009-12-31T12:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:25:42.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new after months not blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAys9Zplt8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-GamAf2uHKc/s1600/bg-actualites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAys9Zplt8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-GamAf2uHKc/s320/bg-actualites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479945017460373442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-3070672840188055413?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3070672840188055413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3070672840188055413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3070672840188055413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3070672840188055413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-new-after-months-not-blogging.html' title='What&apos;s new after months not blogging?'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAys9Zplt8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-GamAf2uHKc/s72-c/bg-actualites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7108267429749253657</id><published>2009-08-13T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:27:50.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Water Runs Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyteZdcxgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ugshwZ7am1c/s1600/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyteZdcxgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ugshwZ7am1c/s320/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479945584345138690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;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 &amp;gt;:/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;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? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, I might consider of exercising as we have had fast food straight in 4 days. Aaahh… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7108267429749253657?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7108267429749253657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7108267429749253657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7108267429749253657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7108267429749253657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/08/water-runs-out.html' title='The Water Runs Out!'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/TAyteZdcxgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ugshwZ7am1c/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7134382349450324551</id><published>2009-06-25T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:34:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sinsear777.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sleepy-kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was arguing with her boyfriend.. -__- omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7134382349450324551?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7134382349450324551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7134382349450324551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7134382349450324551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7134382349450324551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepy-day.html' title='Sleepy Day'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-373434188441357054</id><published>2009-06-01T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:35:24.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Internet kills me so much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/SiNNS0OEHnI/AAAAAAAAADI/lVjhm_QsYv4/s1600-h/Training-pg-crying12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/SiNNS0OEHnI/AAAAAAAAADI/lVjhm_QsYv4/s320/Training-pg-crying12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342198568642158194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &gt;: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. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-373434188441357054?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/373434188441357054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=373434188441357054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/373434188441357054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/373434188441357054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-internet-kills-me-so-much.html' title='No Internet kills me so much'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/SiNNS0OEHnI/AAAAAAAAADI/lVjhm_QsYv4/s72-c/Training-pg-crying12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7965964109673259935</id><published>2009-06-01T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:35:40.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/SiNLLmNS0_I/AAAAAAAAADA/u6IiBMYTxeg/s1600-h/embarrassed-chimpanzee_tim-.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/SiNLLmNS0_I/AAAAAAAAADA/u6IiBMYTxeg/s320/embarrassed-chimpanzee_tim-.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342196245598491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &gt;: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 &gt;&lt;&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7965964109673259935?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7965964109673259935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7965964109673259935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7965964109673259935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7965964109673259935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/06/ps-i-just-realized-that-ive-wrote-super.html' title='Embarrassing Day'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/SiNLLmNS0_I/AAAAAAAAADA/u6IiBMYTxeg/s72-c/embarrassed-chimpanzee_tim-.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-2591867200729996584</id><published>2009-05-26T22:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:52:14.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwI7YR8DrI/AAAAAAAAABo/uMNRN8h3r84/s1600-h/yomiko_cheerleader.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwI7YR8DrI/AAAAAAAAABo/uMNRN8h3r84/s320/yomiko_cheerleader.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340153074377559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! &gt;:( 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*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &gt;&lt;&gt;:3 thanks to my elder sister who used to share same room with me, bah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-2591867200729996584?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/2591867200729996584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=2591867200729996584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/2591867200729996584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/2591867200729996584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring Day'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwI7YR8DrI/AAAAAAAAABo/uMNRN8h3r84/s72-c/yomiko_cheerleader.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-14084779928090192</id><published>2009-05-21T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:36:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't understand men :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/Shz0HYxsDXI/AAAAAAAAACw/VKi62NtPlgg/s1600-h/merajuk2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/Shz0HYxsDXI/AAAAAAAAACw/VKi62NtPlgg/s320/merajuk2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340411665901686130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get near to us,&lt;br /&gt;Get close, closer and closer,&lt;br /&gt;Making us feel they're important to us,&lt;br /&gt;But they didnt do what they suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'please men these days,&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and show us what you got,&lt;br /&gt;Make the first step,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let us waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confess!&lt;br /&gt;That's just what I want you to do,&lt;br /&gt;Dont make us waiting and feel desperate,&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of men, show some braveness,&lt;br /&gt;And make the first step. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, we wait no more,&lt;br /&gt;You blame us for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;With what you miss the chance to say,&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time we leave you,&lt;br /&gt;You just realize the big loss you have had,&lt;br /&gt;But there is no turning back,&lt;br /&gt;Especially for you that never get to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last thing I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Just go on with your life,&lt;br /&gt;And me, myself as well,&lt;br /&gt;Because we're just not gonna get along,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes,&lt;br /&gt;The relationship we had between us,&lt;br /&gt;Is fading away,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid that it'll turn out to hating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please,&lt;br /&gt;Stop blaming me,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least understand me,&lt;br /&gt;And stop taking out all the blame to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: This is dedicated to a person I met in online game anyway xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-14084779928090192?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/14084779928090192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=14084779928090192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/14084779928090192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/14084779928090192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-dont-understand-men.html' title='I just don&apos;t understand men :('/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/Shz0HYxsDXI/AAAAAAAAACw/VKi62NtPlgg/s72-c/merajuk2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3109153281335752342</id><published>2009-02-28T20:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:36:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rotten.com/library/medicine/bodily-functions/pissing/drinking-pee/mug_of_pee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.rotten.com/library/medicine/bodily-functions/pissing/drinking-pee/mug_of_pee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard some doctors in china say that drinking pee is good for health as they've done a research that pee has some leftover nutrients that we should drink it back to have complete benefits and nutrients from what we've eaten. But in any way, it would be on the top list of my icky thing if I had to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, you may have been wondering why i made this entry. Just having time to kill =) I got no idea to write lerx :O my blog hasnt been updated for so long and I'm blurr rite now. Aww, *think think*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-3109153281335752342?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3109153281335752342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3109153281335752342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3109153281335752342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3109153281335752342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2009/02/drinking-pee.html' title='Drinking pee'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-6091337786206682180</id><published>2008-11-07T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:51:21.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwR0ZipwkI/AAAAAAAAABw/J19HCGFzmWM/s1600-h/pmschocolate2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwR0ZipwkI/AAAAAAAAABw/J19HCGFzmWM/s320/pmschocolate2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162850061664834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in hurry though. I promised to myself to get just 30 minutes online, and it was 2 hours and 30 minutes ago. Oh well, it's been days after I updated my profile. Just a few more days that I'd buy new laptop and I think imma have new theme of my blog page. As you can see, it sucks, boring and just plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, yet another same day I've been through. But slightly different. I had a problem when I want to defecate. Yeah, a lil disgusting story but Imma tell though. It got stuck for almost 30 minutes. It really hurts my ass. This due to my eating habit of chocolate powder. I eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. That's why my poop was really dark-brown. XD Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, stop talking about those stinky thingy. Anyway, I took some recipes to cook for tomorrow. I plan to cook meat and chicken. Two side-dishes would be perfect, maybe imma make some omelet. Talking about omelet, once I made it following the recipes I got from the PS1 game named Harvest Moon. It was a simple one. Just an egg and milk. I just want to taste it. So I made it again and over again until there was a time I wanted to puke after eating it. Then I just stopped right there and never make that dish until now. Yeah, I'm planning to make it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 days to go until that I'll go back to my hostel continue studying for the second semester. Now these thoughts came to my mind, "What was I doing all this long that just 2 days to go that I had to go back to my hostel?". I guess this semester wouldn't be much worse that before because I'd have new laptop! Can't wait to having it X3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-6091337786206682180?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/6091337786206682180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=6091337786206682180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/6091337786206682180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/6091337786206682180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2008/11/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwR0ZipwkI/AAAAAAAAABw/J19HCGFzmWM/s72-c/pmschocolate2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7847076539973292768</id><published>2008-10-31T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:37:22.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.vox.com/6a00c225239a5e8fdb00fa968916e90002-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://a1.vox.com/6a00c225239a5e8fdb00fa968916e90002-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the boredomness I felt these days, the same routines I've been through, so I went to each of my friends' profile in friendster to kill some time. Some of them in college, most in matrics and a quarter has went studying overseas. Me? I'm in matrics. But still, just now I regret for what I did before; not studying hard. I feel envious seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that after I finished studying in matrics, there'll be some form to be filled which is to continue studying overseas which that'll be my hope to catch. I can't wait for it. Why am I so dying to study at others country? This question always playing in my mind. I think that it's the only way to boost up my confidence, my speaking. The fact of being forced, I mean that would the only way of me to speak in english is by living in their country. Practising with my friend? I don't think so. I'm just too afraid to say even a word in english. I don't know. This weird feeling always come whenever I'll try to speak in english except in my english class where we had to speak in english, either else, our exam mark will be deducted. Noooah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of me lacking in english language. Not so really. I got excellent marks in writing paper. Plus I jumped to level 5 out of 6 when I first started. This was tested by doing english paper first before entering the matrics. But, if there were speaking test, I bet that I'd be in lower level. This is really frustrating. I think that if I speak in english, I'd speak in wrong grammar, wrong use of words, or that someone will think I'm just showing off. That's what I'm afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the filling form, however, my mom doesn't allow me. She wants me to study in local university, be with her. I think she doesn't want me to study abroad because she doesn't have the confidence of me being alone, self-arranged in everything I do. Now what this means?? Another reason for me to study abroad! I want to show her that I can do it by MYSELF. I'm not a kid anymore, mom. Please has some confidence of me to do something on my own.. I can't be under your arm all the time (though I do that most of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is due to my ownself. Back when I was in form 1, I went to boarding school which is also the school where my mother taught. Although I got to see her everyday except weekend, I cried at her a LOT whenever she went to visit me. It was embarrassing actually. My dorm-mates usually will peek at the window if thet knew my mom went to the hostel. All of them! I think about 15 of them. That's why I was well-known as mommy's kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was years ago, yet now I'm living in hostel at my matrics. Still, I cried too whenever my parents come to visit me or when I got home, I'd tell EVERYTHING to my mom. This includes when I've fallen in love with some one which I called ' the pink boy'. Well, it was kinda sudden love because I fall in love with him on the first sight! And that was when iftar for BEN students member (bachelor of english), and he wore pink &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju melayu&lt;/span&gt; at that time. With his sunglasses, aaah.. At first I didn't really noticed him and it started when I went to get some food and he was there. Then, when I reached for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih lapis&lt;/span&gt; suddenly my hands were grabbed by him. He said, "No you can't take this. It's MINE." I was shock surely enough. Then he laughed and said, "Haha, I was just joking". And that time, it was like in a slow-motion, I saw his smile.... very CUTE!! The smile was meant for me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem, I went too far. so yeah, I tell everything to my mom. So what? But really I really want to study abroad. Once I asked my mom, "Mom, don't you want me to be on newspaper making some utterance for you? Like, "Hello Malaysia, I'm Izyan from University of Harvard (for example) wants to say Selamat Hari Raya to all malaysian, especially to my mom n dad, not to forget my siblings, blah blah.. "" My mom quickly answered a big NO. I knew she wants it sooo much! It's that she doesn't want to be far with her. But this is my own good mom, and for you. I want to make you proud of me. I don't want to be compared with my genius cousin anymore. Whom always got straight A's in her subjects, whom is the best students in her school. Aah, I'm different mom, take the fact. I want to grow up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7847076539973292768?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7847076539973292768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7847076539973292768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7847076539973292768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7847076539973292768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2008/10/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-2938879447317513902</id><published>2008-10-28T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:50:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My plan in the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwT4fcINoI/AAAAAAAAACA/9Le1E8hLlrw/s1600-h/future_plans2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwT4fcINoI/AAAAAAAAACA/9Le1E8hLlrw/s320/future_plans2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165119387645570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this day I've overheard my brother and my younger brother talking about internet. Actually, simple to say it's about me. I get the most of the time get online, chatting, check emails and whatever else I want to do while surfing the internet. I think they get ennvious of me get the most of the time while they aren't. Well, come on! Who say that you guys can't play the computer? They don't even ask me while I was in front of the computer. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing i want to do in the future is to buy my own house. After that, get simple furniture like sofa, bed, bathroom and kitchen suppliers. I eat a lot anyway. So it's a must for me to get the most important thing which is the ice box!! I had to put the snacks, fast foods such as chicken roll, sausages, fish cakes and so on. I'm thinking like this, in the future, me, as a successful woman working every day (except weekend) will be very very busy that I got no time to cook at all. So fast food is a big YES to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after complete the essential things. I want to buy something that I like, which are having streamyx  cable internet with the same cost every month although we open internet 24 hours every day), I want to buy play station or x-box or whatever newie that has been launched at that time. I love to play games. I don't mind whatever people gonna say. Anyway, who say that girls can't play games?? And.. I wanna have i pod-touch and playstation portable (PSP) which will I bring when I'm outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, for the bathroom, I want to have an exclusive bath tub that can accommodate at least 4 people. With marble floor and wall and such elegant colors. Big mirror so that I can see my whole beautiful body. Haha. And, what ... hmm.. And, another thing is, I want to have at least two cats to accompany me. I expect I'll live alone for awhile. I want to enjoy living alone for a few years until I change my mind to get marry. I love animals, so I think imma fill up one of the room exclusively just for my pets. Like in the movie, having a bed for my cats, gold bowls for them to eat on. Aaah... what a heaven life for my pets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, for the entertainment ( isn't what am I talking is all about entertainment?), I want to have loads of full series of Korean drama and English such as smallvile, heroes, cashmere mafia, pushing daisies and so on. These can fill up my leisure time with popcorn on my lap, comfortable sofa, my cats beside me watching television too plus a bushy mat under my feet. Waah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be such a heaven for me. But I'm afraid I'd be such butt-load lazy woman.  Anyway, it's good to have a dream right? Like my friend used to say, success starts with dream, dreams start with sleeping. So we need to sleep right to succeed in our life right? Haha, she was joking of course, me either. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-2938879447317513902?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/2938879447317513902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=2938879447317513902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/2938879447317513902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/2938879447317513902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-plan-in-future.html' title='My plan in the future'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwT4fcINoI/AAAAAAAAACA/9Le1E8hLlrw/s72-c/future_plans2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-5947902801299261383</id><published>2008-10-27T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:48:48.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do if your brother is a gay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwU2pzH4OI/AAAAAAAAACI/65abPmLGSf4/s1600-h/lion-face-palm1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwU2pzH4OI/AAAAAAAAACI/65abPmLGSf4/s320/lion-face-palm1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166187320336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really.. I hope so? Actually it is just my thought. Well, how am I not going to think like this after I found his porno magazines, then I searched for visited websites through the URLs he went. Yeah he's quite good in hiding his dirty little secret, but I'm better ;p Once he forgot to delete all data in the opera memory, it's one of the internet explorer if you're guessing. It's much simpler and takes just a little space than other internet browser. Even the classic internet explorer can't beat it. Okey, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first found out about his porn magazine, I was caught up by him taking and hiding his magazine behind my back. Ah, it feels worse when people catch us on the red hand! Well, I just walk away from him walking like there is nothing wrong happening. It was so strange you know! I had no idea what he was thinking at that time. Either he was thinking about himself being caught up by me or he was thinking I am such a pedophilia like him. Oh no! ;c Yeah it sucks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the websites I found, most of it of course pornos. Plus anime websites to cover his 'crime'. From what I've seen, he uploaded his photos without shirt and most of his friends are in the same sex. So, simple right? There were some testimonials and comments from men saying 'sweetie', 'have you eaten?', 'have you take a shower?'. I mean duh! These questions should be asked from the opposite sexes unless he was joking or a really best friend to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, once there was a guy phoned him. They talked in such a long time. Their conversation was really hard to hear. He was like whispering all the time. Oh yeah, he was in the car with my cousin, my another brother (his twin) and I. After he hanged up the phone, my cousin asked him, "Who was that guy you were talking to?". He answered instantly, "It was a brother of my friend". Well, of course they suspected that it's the brother of his girlfriend. But not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching his behavior since forever. I was sitting at the back. He was afraid. I can feel it. Haha. No, it's me being a sarcastic. Anyway, after of all I've been saying. It's his life anyway. But yet, as his sister, I just want him to succeed in his life. Everyone wants it. Plus,  he's the third kinda leader of the family. Who wants a gay to lead us? To lead the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with this modern life, everyone has opened their mind to accept the thoughts of people mind. There already some people trying to stand the rights of lesbians and gays in marriages. I know it. I've read the blog. Plus, through the comments he got, I can see many people support the thinking of that. Yet, not me. Oh well, who cares about a 17 year-old girl thoughts , isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-5947902801299261383?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/5947902801299261383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=5947902801299261383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5947902801299261383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/5947902801299261383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-will-you-do-if-your-brother-is-gay.html' title='What will you do if your brother is a gay?'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwU2pzH4OI/AAAAAAAAACI/65abPmLGSf4/s72-c/lion-face-palm1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-3320025577217632593</id><published>2008-10-27T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:47:14.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwV4ubTN2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jwqoJZ7t4Pg/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwV4ubTN2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jwqoJZ7t4Pg/s320/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340167322433959778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, whatever people gonna say. I'm just gonna say this though. I love my mom! I miss her although she has just went out for 3 days outstation this morning. It was like, without her I had nothing. Nothing to do, like no one to talk with, no one to hug with, no one for me to tell jokes. Everything. I eat alone, I sleep alone, laying down on the bed alone. I feel blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, I just laid down on her bed. Watching television which is beside the bed. Took a long nap. And just imagine that she's beside me. Talking. Laughing together. She's been through so many thing. First with her children, I meant us. We got her troubles in her life non-stop. Bad attitudes. Inappropriate behaviors to adults, relatives, or people who come to our house. We made her embarrassed by our inappropriate. Everything. Me messed her life so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she still loves us. We sulk a lot. It's like a must for us do that once in two months. I'm sorry. We're sorry mom. I think it's best for you to take a rest there, though it's for job duty. She went there for some course she should take along with the principal of school. Yes, she's a teacher there. She used to be a mathematics teacher, a discipline teacher. Now we've moved, she's been upped to a new level. Hmmm, in Malay it's Penolong Kanan. But since then, she's been busy with her work every single time. Once, she had to bring the school's personal computer (PC) to do her work in her bedroom. She'd been up all the night arranging the school schedule for each classes, every teachers. Plus for the whole year schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, she always locked herself in her bedroom. I'm afraid she would do something stupid. But I won't say it though it's human nature to think of ridiculous things. It's worrying seeing our mom in sadness. But she won't share her problems to me. To everyone in our family. None. This really makes me worried about her. I'm not happy though now I can be categorized being a lucky person because I got into university since 4 months ago. A week before I finished the first semester, I had to go back to my hostel to take some stupid exams. Before I went back to hostel, there were some misunderstanding between my mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started when my dad fasting for that day. For the dinner, my mom re-heat the foods she cooked for the lunch. I was there when my dad asked me what was I doing. I said I was heating the lunch. Maybe he was hoping new dinner cooked especially for him. Then, he just walked outside, start the engine car and went off. He ate outside that night. After 30 minutes, my mom asked me where was my dad? I said he might be eating outside. My mom's face instantly changed and said, "I cooked very hard, then you eat outside".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, as usual, I opened the door after knowing my dad had back home. I expected nothing unusual about my dad. Shook and kissed his hands. And he walked off to the living room. At that time, my mom locked the door. She didn't know that my dad had back home. So, I just sat back in front of television. Suddenly, I heard a sound like a door being smashed, or kicked or whatever. It was my dad kicking the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed for my mom's name. Instantly, my mom opened the door. Yet, my dad fiercely grabbed ang pulled my mom's hair and pushed her head towards the bed. I was shocked by my dad's behaviour. I never seen him like that. Never seen him beating my mom. Never. From that time, I hate my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just why need to pull off your expressions physically?It might give you such a relief but it hurts the others. Gah. This is an endless issue. I might be talking about this in another blog entry. I might but no promise. I feel better expressing my feeling through this blog though it brings nothing actually in my life. Just want to fill up my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-3320025577217632593?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/3320025577217632593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=3320025577217632593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3320025577217632593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/3320025577217632593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I love my mom'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwV4ubTN2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/jwqoJZ7t4Pg/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-7823477614373596136</id><published>2008-10-27T00:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:55:36.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another worse day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwX8sUagzI/AAAAAAAAACY/VVA9hKcIN4Q/s1600-h/BadDayWorse2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwX8sUagzI/AAAAAAAAACY/VVA9hKcIN4Q/s320/BadDayWorse2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340169589610939186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored. Imma talk about what happened today. I got up at 2 pm. Still sleepy though and just laying on my bed for another hour. Listening the crowdness downstairs from my sister’s bedroom. Yeah, I slept in my sissy’s room. She’s in other state working as a teacher and gonna back home I guess next month for her upcoming wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, actually today we’re having open house. Everyone was busy cleaning and preparing the food. They got up at 6 am I supposed. Mopping the floor cleaning what-so-ever they can. Oh.. girls. That’s their job anyway. Plus, the purpose of having open house today because of my elder sister said so. She invites her friends and, her boyfriend. She introduced for the first time her boyfriend to my family. Unluckily my dad wasn’t here. I had no idea where he was. He always like that. He won’t even be at home 3 days straight. Never! I hate him. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, yeah. Everyone was busy. Me just sleeping. Although people started fulling my house, I was still on my bed. My eyes were still closed. Blanket still covering me though it was damn hot! I think it was 4 pm I started to get up. Walking to bathroom to take a shower. I couldn’t stay still hearing my kitties meowing, crying for my help, I guess. The kids who came to my house keep holding them and aargh, ionno what they were doing to my kitties. The thing is, I hate strangers holding my cats without mah permission. Very prohibited. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, walking to the bathroom with my oily face, messy hair, odored smelly body. The fact is, I bath once a day, everyday. I’m so lazy to take a bath. It’s damn cold. Haha. No it’s not. It’s just me being a lazy girl. So after finished bathing, I chose what to wear today. My pants…. meh, imma wear yesterday’s. My t-shirt, searching under the whole pile of unfolded clothes in the wardrobe. Yeah, found one. Blue color with stripes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hungriness I felt. I hold it. It was just that I hate meeting people. ‘Full of mouths’. They just gonna say everything they say. The time I’ve finished bathing, there was my aunt’s family there. They came on purpose after knowing that my sister’s boyfriends gonna come. What a busybody. And, they’re the one who’ll tell whole of our relatives about that. “Oh, you knew that her boyfriend came? Very handsome… bla bla bla.. ” what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just went to my another sister’s room and opened the computer, got online. Opened the regular sites I’ve been sticking with for months. Yeah, when I’m addicted to something, I’ll stick to it for a long time. But the windows were opened and a bunch of kids were outside torturing my cats. Actually it’s not that ‘torturing’. They were just holding my kitties saying, “Oh so cute, so fluffy!”. But I hate it, so much. Oh well, kept on doing my things, ignoring the stupid kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, I heard nothing, just silent. So I guess those people have gone. And I went downstairs. But no. There was a couple there. One holding a plate eating satay, our local food. And one just gazing at him. She’s my sister by the way, and her boyfriend. For the first time I saw the real him in front of me. Before this, I just saw his face through my sister’s phone, peeking ‘illegally’ at his photos. Hmm, he was quite tall. Good looking. And blah. Why should I care of. Me, myself still hasn’t have the Mr. X . Still young ;p nah, I’m not interested actually with this coupling butterfly thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about 10 satays and ate in front of tv, ignoring the lovely couple, watching Hannah Montana on Disney Channel. Yeah, I won’t lie. I like watching kids programs. I’m proud to be one of the Pokemon fans. haha. Thank God, I’ve fulled my stomach after hours holding the hungriness. Oh well, it give me benefits too. My stomach became a little flat than it was. I had a bad habit. Whenever I eat, I’ll sleep instantly after that. It feels ‘gewd’. No wonder my stomach is big and round like a balloon stucks under my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so that’s it I guess. Imma check my emails or chatting. My email has nothing but full of spams though. In just a few days, I’ll got like hundreds of spammed emails. What sites did I went? Hmmm. Oh well, Imma go chatting ftw! I’ve been friend with a husband and a wife from Indonesia. And it’s fun talkin with them. They already got two children. The oldest is already 6 years old. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946411021952516259-7823477614373596136?l=mizzyan119.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/feeds/7823477614373596136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946411021952516259&amp;postID=7823477614373596136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7823477614373596136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946411021952516259/posts/default/7823477614373596136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizzyan119.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-worse-day.html' title='Another worse day'/><author><name>Mizzyan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256445765302427973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmBs0jvSNb0/Tf3HV1tebkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iKwkVGpW73c/s220/Sung-Yu-Ri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/ShwX8sUagzI/AAAAAAAAACY/VVA9hKcIN4Q/s72-c/BadDayWorse2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946411021952516259.post-4396736592638714192</id><published>2008-10-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:39:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why need to make boundaries between Malaysian and Indonesian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/Sh0qYXtNWDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3ZBITCOuxEc/s1600-h/SwimBoundary-m2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pd_JRQnOAGU/Sh0qYXtNWDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3ZBITCOuxEc/s320/SwimBoundary-m2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340471331300137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is the copy-pasted article from my original blog at myspace-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya terdorong untuk menulis blog ini apabila saya mulai merasa jurang antara malaysian dan indonesian. Saya masih baru lagi dengan myspace ini tapi saya berjaya menambah kawan dengan banyak. Bukan untuk menambah populariti ataupun sekadar perhiasan. Tapi untuk cuba bergaul dengan orang yang pelbagai ragam kerana saya bukanlah orang yang suka bergaul di luar. Jadi saya ambil kesempatan dengan kemajuan yang ada untuk cuba bergaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati saya terasa bila seorang dua rakan indonesia tidak menghiraukan mesej saya, mahupun untuk menjawab salam saya. Sebabnya jelas terpapar di headline mereka. Katanya, “Di mohon y ,org malaysia ga usah add gue. Gue ga suka org malaysia ,aneh kaia andika (kangen band)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa perlu meletakkan jurang antara malaysia dan indonesia? Padahal kita sebagai anak melayu, seorang muslim bersama-sama kita di bawah satu agama yaitu Islam! Apakah ini kita panggil melayu? Islam? Yang selama ini kita agung-agungkan merapatkan silaturahim kononnya?! Tidak akan diterima kita oleh Nabi Muhammad s.a.w jika kita berterusan untuk bermusuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa perlu membenci malaysia? sedangkan ramai rakyat mu mencari rezeki di malaysia? sekiranya indonesia lbh unggul, kenapa tidak menyediakan peluang pekerjaan yg cukup untuk rakyat nya? kami tidak ingin bertegang leher mengagungkan negara masing2..kitakan bangsa serumpun, tidak enak rasanya untuk benci-membenci sesama sendiri..sikap saudara/saudari ternyata membuktikan saudara/saudari ialah satu bangsa yg tidak tahu bertetangga,bertujuan memecah belahkan tali silaturrahim sesama kita..tiada gunanya..malaysia sgt indah, seperti juga indonesia..masing2 punyai keistimewaan, kelebihan..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami kebanyakan rakyat Malaysia pun sebenarnya tidak ingin menjadi musuh kepada Indonesia. tentang perihal siapa mula dahulu ini tidak mungkin dapat dijelaskan kerana rasanya keadaan ini telah berterusan sejak dahulu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun pada pandangan saya, rasanya semua ini terjadi gara-gara pengaruh media massa di kedua-dua negara. Media massa di negara ini selalu melaporkan tentang masalah-masalah jenayah yang disebabkan oleh Pendatang Asing Tanpa Izin (PATI) yang rata-ratanya terdiri daripada warga Philippine dan Indonesia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila rakyat membaca berita tentang jenayah ini sudah tentu rakyat di sini tidak senang dengan kehadiran warga PATI. namun apabila berita ini terbesar ke Indonesia lain pula perkara yang dilaporkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami tidak tahu bagaimanakah media massa Indonesia mengambarkan keadaan di Malaysia namun adalah patut untuk kedua-dua pihak untuk saling bertoleransi dan berkompromi sebelum kemeluk kedua negara ini membara dengan lebih teruk lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf ya kalau blog ini menyentuh isu-isu sensitif antara kedua-dua belah pihak sama ada malaysia mahupun indonesia. Tujuan saya menulis ini adalah untuk mengetahui persepsi indonesian terhadap malaysia dan juga sebaliknya. 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