<?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-27286813</id><updated>2012-01-18T16:37:36.134+08:00</updated><category term='friendship'/><category term='memories'/><category term='love'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>ask what???</title><subtitle type='html'>who? what? where? when? why? how?
basic of understanding...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-1261283838263696694</id><published>2008-08-19T05:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:16:17.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>August Rush: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I had written in part 1..I was quite tired when we got back to UTP. But I waited until arround 8pm before I take a nap. (Wanted to sleep earlier but there was fogging at my block..sigh..) I slept for a while until syiera called me. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and went down to meet her. Coz I juz got up from bed..my mind was really blur. Syiera told me that we goin out to eat supper so we walk to the v5 parking lot near the "pondok" coz she said her car was parked there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we almost reach the shack..I saw some ppl there lighting up candles. I thought it was the christian students with their gathering...but since when they use candle??? I ignored it and keep nagging about how the fogging disturb my rest. Then syiera said "tgk tu" while pointing at the shack. I looked at it again and saw familiar faces. They were my #natto friends, Ja and also syiera's housemates. I was really suprised!!(and shy at the same time coz I really having the "juz woke up" face).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5xXtHrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXWhRJlv1XM/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235983116114140850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5xXtHrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXWhRJlv1XM/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They all waited for me with my birthday cakes. Syiera went to bought it earlier with her housemates..I got the hunch during our date coz she mention sumthing about cake early that day. It was a chocolate cake from secret recipe. Nyum2. :D~ I had to blow the candle few times coz I didn't wait for them to take my picture. (See how blur and sleepy I was?? haha..) I really glad to be able to celebrate with my friends. Thanks syg!!~ ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5RbYv-I/AAAAAAAAACs/wIQHywRDytY/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235983107539648482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5RbYv-I/AAAAAAAAACs/wIQHywRDytY/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5pKs2TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JLDMnCvpOqI/s1600-h/Image226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235983113912113458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5pKs2TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JLDMnCvpOqI/s320/Image226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Syiera gave me my presents on the next day..(Syiera trick me twice... huhu..)&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a perfume which is a couple perfume. We bought it together but I promised to pretend I don't know about my present. Hehe.. She also gave me a wonderful birthday card with with beautiful poem in it. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want so much to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I love you very much,&lt;br /&gt;and how I cherish your gentle ways,&lt;br /&gt;your warm and tender touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to tell you how,&lt;br /&gt;right from the very start,&lt;br /&gt;you filled a longing&lt;br /&gt;empty space deep down inside my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;how I love you more each day,&lt;br /&gt;but the love I feel is deeper still&lt;br /&gt;than any words can say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how my 23rd birthday went.. I'll remember this day as one of my sweet memories.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:stay tune for the next part..coz my august adventures are more than that. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-1261283838263696694?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/1261283838263696694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=1261283838263696694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1261283838263696694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1261283838263696694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-rush-part-2.html' title='August Rush: Part 2'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/SKny5xXtHrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXWhRJlv1XM/s72-c/DSC01245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-1778959335897126178</id><published>2008-08-17T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:41:09.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Rush: Part 1</title><content type='html'>At 1st I didn't have any mood to update my blog..although a lot has happened this month. A great important month for me..AUGUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..the first thing I want to update about dated 3rd August 2008 which was my 23rd birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm already 23 years old. I feel quite lucky coz most of my birthday in UTP were on weekends..so I can enjoy myself with my friends and my special someone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved syg told me she planned something for my birthday..so I waited patiently for my birthday. So..on my birthday, she took me to The Lost World of Tambun. That was my first time there..haven't get chance to go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the package which include meal and also option of either boat ride or bicycle. We chose boat ride coz I thought they will take us arround the place in boat instead of train. But we were wrong... The boat mentioned "river" but it wasn't. It was more like a man-made lake but shaped like river. The boat went to 1 end then turn arround and went to the other end. Then turn back to where we started. Duhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boat ride, we went in and change our cloth. The good thing is that they have a locker system which u can use over n over again until u want to go home...the price was RM8 but worth it. First, we went to the pool to play with water. Then we went into the "hot spring" pool. We were lucky coz at 1st they said the water slide was not available due to maintenance. But later..they finished it and we took a few rides. But for me the most interesting part is where we went to see the tiger feeding session. I wanted to wait for them to take out a new cub named "Diana" but we were there for too long and kinda exhausted. We went to Jusco for a while to buy some stuff..grab our early dinner and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn exhausted that day..but had really good time. Syiera said she wanted to meet me later that night coz she want to give me my birthday present. So..after I took my bath..I took a little nap to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night... Wait for it.. Keep waiting coz I'll update it in my next post. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-1778959335897126178?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/1778959335897126178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=1778959335897126178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1778959335897126178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1778959335897126178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-rush-part-1.html' title='August Rush: Part 1'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-7237981978500980529</id><published>2008-07-15T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:59:04.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Here I am!!</title><content type='html'>Haven't post anything for quite a while. I've been so busy(yeah rite!). Actually I didn't post anything because I was just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in UTP. This will be my final semester here. I've changed my room from ground floor to the 3rd floor. The reason I changed room is simple. 2 of my previous housemates were bunch of idiots! They are worse than animal hygiene wise. Seriously..even cats bury their shits, but these people don't even flush the toilets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting En Talhah..I manage to get myself and my roomate an empty room. This room was super great compared to my old room. There are a mop hanging outside the door. Can u imagine how clean they keep this room? I got a few free stuff left by previous owner. Some thumb tag, a cap and a dustbin. But the best thing about this room is IT HAS PHONE COVERAGE!!! At least I don't have to climb out my window to talk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I think thats all for now. I'll start posting again..but don't know how frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:I've been reading &lt;a href="http://test.chedet.com/che_det/"&gt;Tun Mahathir's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I really admire him since I was small. Why don't u have a peek? ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-7237981978500980529?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/7237981978500980529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=7237981978500980529&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7237981978500980529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7237981978500980529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!!'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-8408269395946176868</id><published>2008-03-24T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:55:17.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is inside?</title><content type='html'>I have been tag to answer a number of question telling what I keep inside certain places. So here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the thing in my office drawer&lt;br /&gt;During internship..I kept a Sudoku book and also a Lawak Kampus comic which is hilarious. Most of the time I'm busy..but this is what I do when I really2 don't have a thing to do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.drawer in closet&lt;br /&gt;Usually ppl keep their undies etc in their closet drawer.. But I keep all my old comics which I will read again from time to time. Hehe.. Don't ask how many comics I kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.drawer at study table&lt;br /&gt;I keep my stationaries..my printer refill ink and also my stock of medicine. Juz in case I fell sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.kitchen drawer&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen drawer at home is where my mom put her small purse and also a coin stash of 50 cents. She collects them..dunno why.. I didn't put my thing in there.. Hmm...I think maybe I left my test pen in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.bag&lt;br /&gt;Books..notes..calculator..pencil case...nail clipper(I do my nail during boring lectures..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.purse/wallet&lt;br /&gt;IC..Money..pictures of me and my syg..driving license..ATM card..some business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.top five names in phonebook&lt;br /&gt;aalim,aaron,abah,abang,abby. (it's alphabetical order..nothing to do with importance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.last five names in phonebook&lt;br /&gt;zaid(my cousin),yongxiang(damn..shud have deleted),yinhoong,yeo,yana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.speed dial&lt;br /&gt;only syiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.the nearest red stationaries around me&lt;br /&gt;my red pen obviously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there any other interesting question? Coz it's nothing much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-8408269395946176868?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/8408269395946176868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=8408269395946176868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/8408269395946176868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/8408269395946176868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-inside.html' title='What is inside?'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-6961470728706931570</id><published>2008-02-04T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:44:19.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tasha~ ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went back to KL on last Thursday afternoon coz I was invited to Tasha's birthday party.Her birthday was supposedly on Saturday (2nd Feb) but due to some reason it had to be done on Friday(1st Feb). After my Friday prayer..I rushed to the LRT station and begin my journey to her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm..I'm sure some of you wanted to know who is this Tasha? (someone did ask me juz before I wrote this post) Her name is Safirah Natasha. She is a very energetic and very2 cute girl that I juz knew during my sem break. Sounds suspicious rite? Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually she is Syiera's niece..so ofcourse she is cute(juz like her aunt).. Hehe.. She juz turned 2 years old. I've met her couple of time...and we did play well together. ^^ So last Friday..I reached Syiera's house arround 4 o'clock. At first when Tasha saw me..she was quite shy and ran arround the house when I called her. But 5 minutes after that, she ends up sitting on my lap showing me her Pooh book. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That evening..Syiera's dad invited an Ustaz to recite "doa selamat". So when the prayer started..Tasha was upstairs having a bath b4 changing into her birthday dress. We are still in the middle of doa when she came down and look arround for me. She saw me and sat right beside me. She juz waiting for me to give her hint to sit on my lap again. =p (syiera's uncles was quite suprised seing her sitting on my lap..coz I was supposed to be the stranger here..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So she follow me arround the whole day..even playing with the balloons with me. Then it was time to cut her birthday cake. She was having a blueberry cake with Tweety bird picture on it. But she only eat the cream part..hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163007057029336866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/R6avkEcRjyI/AAAAAAAAACk/dk0re6xU-A0/s320/01-02-08_2041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with Tasha~ Isn't she cute?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Finally it was already 9pm and its time for me to go home. I called tasha and said "Bye Tasha..uncle dah nak balik". Then she started to cry and want me to carry her. Then guess what? She don't want to let go.. -____-" Syiera tried to take her from me and she said "No!" (That's the problem with kids nowadays..too smart for their age..hehe..) Syiera's mom tried to take her too..but it's still a "No!" and she hugged me even tighter and lay her head on my shoulder. (So cute!!) So for the last resort..Syiera's dad manage to take her from me for a moment before she started crying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Tasha!! Next time Uncle Aswad will visit you again. ^_^&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/27286813-6961470728706931570?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/6961470728706931570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=6961470728706931570&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/6961470728706931570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/6961470728706931570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-tasha.html' title='Happy Birthday Tasha~ ^_^'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/R6avkEcRjyI/AAAAAAAAACk/dk0re6xU-A0/s72-c/01-02-08_2041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-1505789161864790043</id><published>2008-01-22T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T03:33:05.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to say to you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't know what to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking about it again and again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping you could understand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our friendship was so dear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like brother and sister...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking out for each other...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And being there for one another...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a friendship is ending...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It brings tons of suffering...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I want you to have...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the happiness in your life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I dedicate this to a close friend of mine. I hope she will read this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sorry if I've hurt you in any way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Never meant for it to be this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you for being there for me all this while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I will always remember our memories together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I wish you good luck in whatever you do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Someday you will find your happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;And I'll always pray for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-1505789161864790043?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/1505789161864790043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=1505789161864790043&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1505789161864790043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1505789161864790043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know-what-to-say-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-1981042715455024242</id><published>2008-01-14T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:35:03.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Back In UTP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm now writing this blog using my roomate's comp.. Havent set up mine since we are planning to change room to next house coz I can't stand staying with the current housemates.. They are totally non hygienic(I don't want to describe coz maybe someone will loose their appetite) and also always steal my sandals.. I bought 2 sandals and they stole even the 2nd one 3 weeks before semester end.. Pity them for being so poor til can't afford to buy even "selipar jepun". (Now I need to buy new sandals for new sem..sigh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I reached UTP slightly after 4pm today..the driver really took his own sweet time..even smoking while driving.. I'm happy as long as I can reach UTP in 1 piece. Owh yaa.. I HATE the new bus design with 3 rows at the back..it's really stupid and unstable.. I could see how the empy sit in the middle row was vibrating. Thanks to that I spilled my Lemon Tea drinks on my jeans.. Grr.. What is wrong with all the designers these days.. Keep producing stupid designs and call themselves creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My roomate is out dating now..so I'm all alone in my room. Eh..on second thoughts..I got my sponge bob accompanying me.. ^_^ And I got 4 more dunkin donuts to eat..nyum2.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I should start loosing all the spare tires I accumulated this whole sem break. So..let's play some basketball!! Raje!! Jom 1 on 1!! Tggu zac blk mlm nih!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps: I left something very important in KL..not like I forgotten..but I couldn't bring &lt;em&gt;'it'&lt;/em&gt; with me.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T___T&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/27286813-1981042715455024242?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/1981042715455024242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=1981042715455024242&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1981042715455024242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1981042715455024242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-in-utp.html' title='Back In UTP'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-8775502950715444034</id><published>2007-11-29T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:01:15.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hmm..how to spend my holidays??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since Tuesday..all I do at home is lazy arround..eat..surfing..watch tv..eat..eat..nap..watch tv..play game..eat..sleep.. (eat a lot..can't even stop munching for a short while..huhu..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am still looking for a part-time work or something to fill my empty lazy life. My friends offered me a part time at Hotel but it is a night shift. There is no point actually..because I want to spend my day time. Prefer to sleep or hang out with friends watching football match at nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow maybe going out to look for some part time job. Just to spend my time more productively instead of sleeping, eating and playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;p/s: my nephew Aqil is coming over to my house tonite. yeay~ miss him so much! ^_^&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/27286813-8775502950715444034?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/8775502950715444034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=8775502950715444034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/8775502950715444034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/8775502950715444034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmhow-to-spend-my-holidays.html' title='Hmm..how to spend my holidays??'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-263445112041385780</id><published>2007-11-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:10:07.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Soul-mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In one of my friend's comment in her blog..she mentioned about "soul mate". I really never thought about that term before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For me soul mate is when a couple are meant to be with each other. There are a few of my close friends that I considered found their soul mate..they do everything together..share secrets together. When I look at them..I believe that they are perfect couples. But in the end..they broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception is different I guess. So..let us see what is the definition of soul mate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soul lovers - someone you love, and would do anything for, and someone who loves you, and would do anything for you. And in that love, nothing is required for either person, because everything is already given. You love them more than anything in the world and could not live without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and religious – concepts of reincarnation and karma. Soulmates have spent many previous lifetimes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific soulmate – (If) a relationship can be quantified, and scored according to an internal happiness scale. A scientific soulmate is the person with whom you are the absolute happiest. You would therefore be less happy with any other person in existence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seems like my understanding is quite different from the definition. I definitely can't believe the reincarnation thing..but the other definitions are acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really hope that I am my Cinderella's soulmate. Because for me..she is my soulmate. ^_^&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/27286813-263445112041385780?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/263445112041385780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=263445112041385780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/263445112041385780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/263445112041385780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/11/soul-mate.html' title='Soul-mate'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-4577068925902250744</id><published>2007-11-27T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:41:09.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Being apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Long distance relationship has always seen as very difficult to keep.. Distance means there are gap or space dimensionally between objects/subjects at a time. Long distance meaning that the objects/subjects are very far apart. I had a long distance relationship once and it doesn't work out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester..my Cinderella is having her internship while I will be strugling to complete my studies in UTP. That means we are not goin to meet each other as often as we did. I used to say confidently that I can handle it.. But after being with her for such a short period of time..I never expect that my feelings towards her are blooming exponentially. Now..I even feel scared of being apart from her.. Not being able to see her face for a day is already hard for me. I wonder how am I goin to go through this..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesteday..she sent me off to ERL station for me to go back home.. As we arrive..there are still about 20 minutes before the next train arrive. I bought my ticket and we waited for it together.. As we were waiting..we just sat beside each other without talking much.. But just appreciating the moment of us being together. It sounds a little bit dramatic..but it was really hard for me to let go of her hand when the time is up. I know its not like I'm goin to another country or what..but still the idea of not being by her side is painful. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss u so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I got to meet her beloved niece tasha and we get along really well.. She's really cute and adorable. I'm happy that I played with her. ^_^&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/27286813-4577068925902250744?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/4577068925902250744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=4577068925902250744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4577068925902250744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4577068925902250744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/11/being-apart.html' title='Being apart...'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-3572106897271341024</id><published>2007-11-08T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:57:21.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once upon a time, after the strike of midnight,&lt;br /&gt;Every illusion that has been created vanish into cruel reality,&lt;br /&gt;All I had left was a crystal shoe, fragile as what within me,&lt;br /&gt;That is the beginning of my journey to find my Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Cinderella is a very special person,&lt;br /&gt;I love her not because of her physical beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I love her for her inner sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;Which touches my heart deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wants to try on the crystal shoe,&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't fit it as well as Cinderella do,&lt;br /&gt;She forced herself to fit her foot into,&lt;br /&gt;It ends up breaking the crystal shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the true Cinderella reveals herself,&lt;br /&gt;Bring out crystal shoe which is the other half,&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted and excited in disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;For that my true love has finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found the person I really love,&lt;br /&gt;My Cinderella from the sky above,&lt;br /&gt;Coming down using rainbow as her flight of steps,&lt;br /&gt;That has become the colours of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-3572106897271341024?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/3572106897271341024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=3572106897271341024&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/3572106897271341024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/3572106897271341024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-cinderella.html' title='My Cinderella'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-4873156753410534104</id><published>2007-11-02T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:24:30.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>New beginning~</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in this blog for quite some time now..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too busy or maybe there is nothing to update about.&lt;br /&gt;The other possibility is that the stupid network in utp always makes me irritated which make me feel lazy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happen in my life..maybe there are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went back to Kedah for Raya..met my grandmother..&lt;br /&gt;-Knocked down a baby cow on d way to my auntie house in Kedah&lt;br /&gt;-which is also my 1st car accident&lt;br /&gt;-which is also 1st accident of my dad's newly bought waja campro. &gt;_&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;-gathering with some of my secondary school friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all happened during my first two weeks of raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the raya..everything gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;I get the chance to get to know someone that I am interested in.&lt;br /&gt;I got the hunch that she is interested in me too.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day we get to know each other better..and my feelings toward her getting stronger and I want to get closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;We are so open to each other and I like her sincerity in our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;She opened my heart that was locked for quite some time. I locked it for my insecureness..but yet she just walk through it making me defenceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, our conversation leads us to the serious matter.&lt;br /&gt;Although I felt confident, but my fear of rejection is still very strong.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I want us to be a couple..but I suggest we try to get along a little further before decide anything. We were both being hurt before and we don’t want the history to repeat itself. I was so glad that she accepted my feeling and I was even happier after she told me her feeling towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this time things going to turn out fine. I pray to god for her to be the one that will brighten my day for the rest of my life. InsyaAllah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-4873156753410534104?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/4873156753410534104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=4873156753410534104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4873156753410534104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4873156753410534104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning~'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-4749210913734669827</id><published>2007-08-04T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T03:05:13.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting older..</title><content type='html'>When we were young:&lt;br /&gt;Birthday is something very important. It shows that we are growing into a person which will someday contribute to others. Parents will make a celebration for their kids to leave them sweet childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are old (very old):&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating birthday is like showing your thankfulness for another year of survival..chance given by God to live. Maybe to accomplish dreams or just to spend more time with the people u love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are just considered as adult:&lt;br /&gt;Hurm..how do i feel about my birthday this year? I'm 22 now and I have no big achievement in my life. I'm not fully independent coz I still depends on my parents. Sometimes I feel like there is nothing to celebrate about. I dun even bother if anyone remembers it or celebrate it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite exactly on 12 midnite I got a msg from Alin,my younger sister. It was very unexpected..since I always argue with her all the time. In my point of view, I'm a strict brother who always push my sister to be independent. I always think that she need to learn to survive just in case...considering my parents almost in their late 50. I wanted to reply..but my ego says no. Hurm..maybe juz being stubborn.  -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this evening..I was still considering if i should celebrate my birthday. Then I got a call from my housemates wishing me happy birthday. They went to KL so I can't celebrate with them. So I juz spend my day watching anime. Then I remembered that I promised my colleague in PJH that I will enjoy my life as a student and never leave any regrets. So I asked my other frens to eat together. I treat them at Pizzahut without telling any reason why. I dun need them to wish me happy birthday..but juz to spend time with me. That the most important thing that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I checked my friendster account and there were a few comments wishing me happy birthday. I'm glad that at least there are somebody that remember it. I really glad that I asked my frens out..coz I will surely regret it if I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-4749210913734669827?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/4749210913734669827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=4749210913734669827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4749210913734669827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4749210913734669827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-older.html' title='Getting older..'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-7596313366125450504</id><published>2007-07-21T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:33:44.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Farewell PJH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the final day of internship..my boss arranged a meeting with CEO with us trainees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was quite nervous to meet such a big shot in person. He was very friendly and did asked us if we would like to join PJH after we grad. I personally would love to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After that our department throw us a suprise party in our meeting room...although diorg agak kantoi in executing it. We were asked to give short speech and I took the opportunity to thanks each of my colleagues personally. I did a short video titled "Farewell PJH" and sent it in the discussion board to my colleagues to watch. Then during the party..my boss read us a poem titled "Never Farewell To PJH-UTP Interns". Here how it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shouldn't be difficult to say farewell to the interns;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are the employer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they're only employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We hire and fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as what meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wouldn't be that hard to bid this farewell;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are their superiors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they're our subordinates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We give the general ideas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they should work it out till late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Couldn't be this tough for just a farewell to the interns;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are the leaders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they're only followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We explain it clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they're UTP!;surely able to deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But, it is not easy to say farewell to these very interns;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are really but their elders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and they've become more than just juniors - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;braving our battle as the front liners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not for their glory but for our honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marching ahead as PJH flag bearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is indeed very hard to say farewell to our interns;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They take our pain, and make it a gain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;with dignity stride and never in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They eyes read struggling but they're not telling -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sign of maturing, a far cry from beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let it be know that we are proud within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thus, it is &lt;u&gt;never farewell&lt;/u&gt; to our dear interns;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;they are us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I almost cried when she read this. huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-7596313366125450504?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/7596313366125450504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=7596313366125450504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7596313366125450504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7596313366125450504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewll-pjh.html' title='Farewell PJH'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-7320211116039205839</id><published>2007-06-02T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T03:14:42.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason behind the thoughts</title><content type='html'>I post a comment in Chuna's blog and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Juz a piece of my mind:If girls ask hot guys to take picture it doesnt look weird..But if a guy ask a hot babes to take picture with him..ppl say he's flirting..or even worse perasan sendiri..WHY THE WORLD IS SO UNFAIR??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac: eh hello aswad nk jawab skek IF girl tuh Hannah T, sape nk kate ko flirt. KO nk FLIRT ngn HANNAH T? sure r org igt ko tu MINAT jerk. haha.kalo ko ttbe nmpk hot girl n mntk g mek mmg sah2 lah perve nyeh. haha.Azwin Andy neh artist, VJ, and what not. mcm Hannah T jugek.pehem....*world wif out discrimination :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Zac misunderstood what i meant. I'm not talking about celebrity..maybe my statement is not in detail coz it is juz a comment. Tulis panjang2 mcm tulis kat blog sendiri plak kang. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;During last day at my high school..surely all busy taking picts among students. I juz join my classmate hanging around in class coz we are mechanical(90% guys..only 3 girls). So we are quite separated with gurls since all are shy guy that dun mix much with girls. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got a guy from other class came to our class and wanted to take pict with the girls in my class. So some of the guys in my class started to talk bad about that fella. "Perasan macho ar tuh" etc. But on the other hand..mmg budak tu perasan pon..only take picts with gurls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when gurls from other class wanna take picts with guys from my class..no one say gedik etc. And diorg mmg gedik type. Huhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-7320211116039205839?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/7320211116039205839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=7320211116039205839&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7320211116039205839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7320211116039205839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/06/reason-behind-thoughts.html' title='Reason behind the thoughts'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-1931243165822134435</id><published>2007-05-12T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:47:20.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is so tiresome..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It has been 6 months of industrial training..only about 2 months to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Berapa lama lg praktikal kat sini?". Haih...I'm tired of answering this question already! Almost all the colleagues in other departments seems to use this line to start a conversation with me. Duh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;During the last meeting with my bos..she told us to leave a significant impact before we leave and also wrap up all the tasks that we have. That means for me to get Certificate of Making Good of Defects for PICC. Only 13 items left in the defect list.. Seems simple but I feel like so tired of this internship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For this week, my bos took a holiday and away from office for 3 days. 2 more colleagues went to a seminar for 3 days too. My SV is having factory visits and I was left at my office without ANY WORK to do. I was so demoralized that I don't even use my time to update my '14 weeks lagging' reports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Waa...can't wait to finish this internship and go back to finish my studies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ps: I spent my time at office playing Sudoku..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-1931243165822134435?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/1931243165822134435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=1931243165822134435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1931243165822134435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/1931243165822134435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-so-tiresome.html' title='It is so tiresome..'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-546757820801971084</id><published>2007-04-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:33:31.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Is My Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once i read Abrak's page discussing about meaning of name. This is the meaning of my name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Azreel = supporting/assisting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aswad = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recently 1 of my colleague sent me this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is associated with power, elegance, formality, death, evil, and mystery. &lt;/span&gt;Black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is a mysterious color associated with fear and the unknown (blackholes). It usually has a negative connotation (blacklist, black humor, 'blackdeath'). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; denotes strength and authority; it is considered to be a very formal,elegant,and prestigious color (black tie, black Mercedes). In heraldry,&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is the symbolof grief. &lt;/span&gt;Black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gives the feeling of perspective and depth, but a&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;background diminishes readability. A&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;suit or dress can make you look thinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;designing for a gallery of art or photography, you can use a&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;background to make the other colors stand out.&lt;/span&gt; Black &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;contrasts well with bright colors. Combined with red or orange, other very powerful colors , &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; gives a very aggressive color scheme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Black colour influence in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1. "a black background diminishes readability" - I'm a difficult person to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. "Black denotes strength and authority" - I like to be in control of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3. "you can use a black or gray background to make the other colors stand out" - I always help people to do things without myself getting into the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. "black suit or dress can make you look thinner" - Hehe..I am quite thin..gained some weight but someone still say i'm as thin as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: Mia..I'm gonna gain some more weight and let see if I can become as tough as Awal. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-546757820801971084?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/546757820801971084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=546757820801971084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/546757820801971084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/546757820801971084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-is-my-colour.html' title='Black Is My Colour'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-8470655386239415595</id><published>2007-04-07T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T02:11:15.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulang ke UTP~</title><content type='html'>Rasa malas sgt nak update..nothing much happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays the works that my SV n Bos gave was like we are a permanent worker.. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-arrange inspection with JKR (which i hate the most..urgghh!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-dealing with consultant (which the history of y we need to contact them are unknown)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-appeal letter to government for a project (which having 4 years history for us to dig)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday a group of student from Politeknik Kulim came for a visit. Only 3 of them.. On the 1st day of visit..we brought them to an ongoing project to get some briefing from Resident Engineer about Civil n Structural (they are C&amp;S student). I tagged along juz to gain some knowledge on construction (sambil2 cari alasan xnak dok ofis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of visit, we brought them to Alam Warisan (a hotel project) and also Putrajaya International Convention Centre (PICC). I act as a host coz I handle all the rectification work there.. The funny part is almost ALL my dept members followed to PICC. Total of 3 cars..but only 3 student. The rest is my dept members. This is becoz my boss is not in office. She had to go to JB for some errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- My bos and SV was not in office.. I went back early coz i was suppose to meet my fren earlier so that we can go back to UTP earlier.. I went home straight after Friday prayer.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- I'm in UTP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall..this week is considered OK.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-8470655386239415595?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/8470655386239415595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=8470655386239415595&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/8470655386239415595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/8470655386239415595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/04/pulang-ke-utp.html' title='Pulang ke UTP~'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-7211099645492070128</id><published>2007-03-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T01:50:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Wild West!!! Yeehaa!! (updated picts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Putrajaya Holdings Annual Dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite was company dinner.. I had to do a stage performance dat nite. WaaAA~~ Our performance is a dance.. I really not good at dancing..i only danced once when i was doin performance during kindergarden. Haha.. The best part is i only have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt; to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left office early to have practice at Pallace of Golden Horses. We practiced a lot since it is our last chance. I think we did well..even during the full rehearsal. I can't really sit still..i was so nervous. After full rehearsal..we all went to our room 2 get some rest. I took a bath n get ready with my costume arround 6pm. We had to move our props to the VIP room since the room r booked until 8pm only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down and get separated from my group..so i registered alone. Since i was wearing a Mexican costume..a photographer asked to take a picture of me. So i juz stand in front of the backdrop and then a cameraman approach me n they interviewed me. lol!! My sentences was so SKEMA.. (when i'm nervous...i talk without thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interviewer: So..apa harapan anda utk event ini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid me: Saya harap event ni akan terus diadakan setiap tahun so that all staff can have fun n at d same time dpt rapatkan silaturrahim. (it sounds something like dat i think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..dat nite the MC was Fara Fauzana n Elly Iskandar. The artists were Ezlynn n Jamal Abdillah. They were very2 profesional n spontaneous..making us laugh a lot. Our performance was at 9.20pm.. 1st half of the dance went well but i bump into Syed during a move n lost concentration. Made some mistake.. *sigh* But i think it is good enuff since i got only 3 days practicing something i dun hav talent to. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nite also had Best Dress n also Lucky Draw.. For d best dress..it is divided into 3 categories.. Men..ladies..n couple. MC announced d top 5 candidates and i was 1 of 'em. HAHAHAHA!! For d 2nd time i had to go up stage.. I got a loud cheer from my dragon boat team. :) Then..they forced us to do a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;catwalk&lt;/span&gt; as a part of the markings. We r supposed to walk according 2 our dress.. I juz simply walk coz i dunno how actually a Mexican walks.. Duhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that..they did the same 4 d ladies categories n couple categories. Elly n Fara keep on making fun of each other. It was quite funny.. They announced the Best Dress winners after Jamal's presentation. I got 2nd for Men categories~~!! lalala~ For the lucky draw..trainee r not included. huhu... But at least 2 of our performance team members got it!! Our table was the luckiest table i think. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post d pictures as soon as they share it in d network. If zac was there i'm sure she would have taken lots of picts. Hehe.. Unfortunately i was too shy to take picts with d artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RhaHASqrP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/aSzuks2x4IQ/s1600-h/IMG_2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050372471223173026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RhaHASqrP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/aSzuks2x4IQ/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Testing out my costume &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RhaHASqrP7I/AAAAAAAAACM/1caFdyILRYk/s1600-h/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050372471223173042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RhaHASqrP7I/AAAAAAAAACM/1caFdyILRYk/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My performance at dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-7211099645492070128?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/7211099645492070128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=7211099645492070128&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7211099645492070128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7211099645492070128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/03/wild-wild-west-yeehaa.html' title='Wild Wild West!!! Yeehaa!! (updated picts)'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RhaHASqrP6I/AAAAAAAAACE/aSzuks2x4IQ/s72-c/IMG_2717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-2969067710681225692</id><published>2007-03-24T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:47:45.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best and Worst Week of Internship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Water Sports &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i had updated about water sports rite? So here are some of the picts that i get from my office archive..check it out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTdcAHfm0I/AAAAAAAAABE/jGtdSSz1PAc/s1600-h/Image00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045400955699305282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTdcAHfm0I/AAAAAAAAABE/jGtdSSz1PAc/s320/Image00232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The one standing near me is my SV. He was our House Representative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTd3gHfm1I/AAAAAAAAABM/nbeYBElXV38/s1600-h/Image00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045401428145707858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTd3gHfm1I/AAAAAAAAABM/nbeYBElXV38/s320/Image00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting ready 4 Mixed 20 events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTemQHfm2I/AAAAAAAAABU/eIH0w_zK8Qc/s1600-h/Image00323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045402231304592226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTemQHfm2I/AAAAAAAAABU/eIH0w_zK8Qc/s320/Image00323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mixed 20..very synchronized~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landslide Precinct 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 22nd March(Thursday), I reached my office at 7.40am and got a call from my SV asking to get a car and wait for my bos arrive to bring her to the landslide site. There was a lot of car and ppl waiting by the side of the road. I had to drop my bos at the road side and find parking. I grabbed my safety helmet from the back of the car and went straight to the site. This is what i saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgT8XwHfm3I/AAAAAAAAABc/kmXO1VByz2Y/s1600-h/P3220005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045434967545322354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgT8XwHfm3I/AAAAAAAAABc/kmXO1VByz2Y/s320/P3220005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgT8YAHfm4I/AAAAAAAAABk/waBmFz63Y78/s1600-h/P3220006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045434971840289666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgT8YAHfm4I/AAAAAAAAABk/waBmFz63Y78/s320/P3220006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgT8YQHfm5I/AAAAAAAAABs/exhpgxAbcpU/s1600-h/P3220011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045434976135256978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgT8YQHfm5I/AAAAAAAAABs/exhpgxAbcpU/s320/P3220011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My bos went straight into the meeting room where discussion among our CEO, JKR and contractor. Meanwhile i look for my SV to get info about this incident. We waited for the bos from 8.20am to 9.50am. Then i had to drive my bos back to office to retrieve some documents before going straight to another meeting. So i ended up following my bos to series of meetings til lunch hour. But i got to meet Prof Teoh from UM who is an expert Geologist working for IKRAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My UTP SV Mr Shafrizanisha called me at 2.15pm telling his arrival. We (me n nurhusna) went downstairs to get him. We entertained him by giving overall perspective of our environment here coz my SV n bos both r not in. He met our SV at 2.45pm and then we brought him to the landslide area. (he said landslide is x a daily issue so he wanna c it.. :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My bos made it out of the meeting n meet Mr Shafriza at 3.40pm accompanied by us. They get along very well i guess..since d meeting was about an hour.. Talked a lot of stuffs.. -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before this incident..we had a slab falling from balcony roof at Precinct 11 problems..and there was a worker died from falling. He fell straight from level 11 while jumping from gondola to balcony. @_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In d mean time..i also preparing for my dance presentation during company dinner. I tried out my costume that evening..arround 7pm after practice session. I wear a Mexican outfit..coz d theme is Wild Wild West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope next week no major incident will happen... *sigh*&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/27286813-2969067710681225692?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/2969067710681225692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=2969067710681225692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/2969067710681225692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/2969067710681225692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-and-worst-week-of-internship.html' title='Best and Worst Week of Internship'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ow4P4Jst4A/RgTdcAHfm0I/AAAAAAAAABE/jGtdSSz1PAc/s72-c/Image00232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-4817250268738007041</id><published>2007-03-17T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:25:53.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday..my company organized a sports carnival but it's limited to Water sports. For this event, i joined Dragon Boat since i had joined the PjH Paddlers Club..and we do weekly dragon boat training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For this particular event...there were 3 categories. Mixed - 20, Men - 10, and Women - 10 all at the distance of 400m. My house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'GREEN WARRIORS' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;got 2nd in mixed 20, and 3rd for both Men n Women 10. But it was very exciting. For the mixed 20, we had to row twice since there were only 2 big boat. We won the 1st match by 1 boat distance. But we lost the final by 1 feet distance.  :(  The biggest disadvantage we had was we don't have any subtitutes. This is due to the poor dividing of department into houses. My house only have Residential Departments..with average age of 37. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the funniest event was 'pukul bantal' where 2 contestant will sit on a log and try to hit each other to fall into the water. The 1st match  up was Women &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. It's the longest pukul bantal event on that day. They continued hitting each other for more than 15 minutes. (2 kayak event finished when they hitting each others...hahaha!) In the end both of them agreed to have a draw and jump into the water together. Hehe.. The winner was then decided by coin toss.  And we won the coin toss. Hahaha.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So..the final result was Winner - &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue Shark&lt;/span&gt;, Runner Up - &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yellow Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(is dragon usually yellow colour??)&lt;/span&gt;, 2nd Runner Up - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green Warriors&lt;/span&gt;, Last Placing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. I really gave my all and have no regrets on our result. We had a close fight and only 2 point difference with Runner Up. I'll try to get the pictures by next week. Maybe i can upload it here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ps: need to work more on improving my stamina..seems like my current training is not enuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-4817250268738007041?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/4817250268738007041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=4817250268738007041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4817250268738007041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/4817250268738007041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/03/water-sports-carnival.html' title='Water Sports Carnival'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-7851948617924339476</id><published>2007-03-13T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:52:38.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday the result 4 SPM was out. I got sms from my cousin arround lunch hour asking me about my yourger sis result.  She told me that her sis got 5A's. (dats wat ppl c..only A) At that time..my sis havent even go to school yet. I dunno if it was bcoz she woke up late (as she always do) or she scared to get her result. She doesnt even pick up my phone call. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Arround 4pm dat day..I have nothing 2 do. (padahal malas nk buat!) So i gave her a call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Alin! Dah amik blom result kau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my sis: dah.. (suara x semangat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: haa..ni mesti dpt teruk nih.. berapa kau dpt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my sis: 2A jer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: Ada fail x? Aper yg plg teruk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my sis: Sejarah..dpt D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: hurm..ok ar tuh. Nnt aku blk bg aku tgk result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was quite suprise that she didnt fail her add math. My mom always ask me 2 teach her math n she always end up crying. (i didnt scold her..dia nanges sbb x phm.. btol..siyes x tipu..) Well..i'm glad her result was not dat bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Getting SPM result reminds me of my time. I was competing with 4 other cousins which r far smarter than me. My mom always compare me with my other cousins. I HATE being compared. Luckily my results r comparable with them. If not i would have lost all my self esteem. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-7851948617924339476?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/7851948617924339476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=7851948617924339476&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7851948617924339476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/7851948617924339476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/03/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27286813.post-117334129396534516</id><published>2007-03-08T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:08:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hurm..i registered this account but seems never find myself writing any post. I'm kinda new to this website..so i dun really know how to edit my page. Hentam jela..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This is my 1st time writing in here. So..what is it gonna be for my post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today..i woke up in the morning.. Had my prayer but can't find myself getting ready to go to office. Recently..sumthing happened to me and i am still having hard time facing it. Well..let's juz forget about it. Anything happens..life must go on..rite? Lucky for me to have some frens who always be there 4 me. Giving me advice and comfort.. Juz talking to them make me feel relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now..i think i've gathered some strenght to face my problems. Today..i will start a new life.. A new begining to me. Hoping that my frens will always be there 4 me. For my frens that care about me..thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27286813-117334129396534516?l=aaza5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/feeds/117334129396534516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27286813&amp;postID=117334129396534516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/117334129396534516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27286813/posts/default/117334129396534516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaza5.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining'/><author><name>SREB Wellness Global</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfknOhtX6NU/TxZ_fpaGhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VBmzMQbyUew/s220/S-Reb%2BWellness%2B%2528logo%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
