<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187</id><updated>2009-11-10T00:16:54.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Of Beginning.......</title><subtitle type='html'>................Light Of A Start</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-4570771764278529669</id><published>2009-09-28T09:14:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:07:40.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing The Good Old Days &amp; Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't remember when is the last time I look at those picture below. When I reached home at Kampung, this is the thing I did. Take a shot of those pic via my phone. There's a lot of old times pics but here is what I can manage. :D &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAYEbUDkDI/AAAAAAAABaI/lNfxNSGD3gA/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386331618665533490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAYEbUDkDI/AAAAAAAABaI/lNfxNSGD3gA/s400/DSC01130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya 2002 with Aida's family in Kedah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aida's Family Gathering for raya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAXVBqz-LI/AAAAAAAABZo/AA2eNJAcHUE/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386330804327807154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAXVBqz-LI/AAAAAAAABZo/AA2eNJAcHUE/s400/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fellow classmate's open house after raya 2002 :D (Amir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marwan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;me, Aida, Ard, Mahani, Taufiq)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAW1F25zBI/AAAAAAAABZY/Z7j5khXq5VM/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386330255696448530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAW1F25zBI/AAAAAAAABZY/Z7j5khXq5VM/s400/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Launch of Kelab Perpaduan 2002 (Win, me, Saz, Kah Huey, Ervie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAV7yUebZI/AAAAAAAABZA/sIhR1wwnqa0/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386329271199231378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAV7yUebZI/AAAAAAAABZA/sIhR1wwnqa0/s400/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dean List Award 2002 (&lt;a href="http://kcynodia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Khalid&lt;/a&gt;, me) lols...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAV7Zv-unI/AAAAAAAABY4/aAvH7WZtqcg/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386329264603708018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAV7Zv-unI/AAAAAAAABY4/aAvH7WZtqcg/s400/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;After Performance Kelab Perpaduan (me, Khalid)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAV60J_i0I/AAAAAAAABYo/VqSDZjo-lmE/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386329254512266050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAV60J_i0I/AAAAAAAABYo/VqSDZjo-lmE/s400/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Saz &amp;amp; Me :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's what my father's friend gave us before we headed back to kampung. Biscuits and layer cake below was home made. I bet he became a rich man during every festive season because he got a lot of orders. Lols. Normally he got a lot of orders from Bruneians. Oh ya, he's a muslim, of course there's no doubt that all of it is Halal. :) Last time I use to get friends to buy but I have no idea why I forgot this year. And my brother only remind on a very last minutes, everyone have their order from someone else. ~sigh~ It's OK. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAVdqJKwUI/AAAAAAAABYg/rgSRjqwE8lg/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328753608245570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAVdqJKwUI/AAAAAAAABYg/rgSRjqwE8lg/s400/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Biscuits (I really like the brown twisted one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAVdVJ_nlI/AAAAAAAABYY/h_OYQ7DlpJI/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328747974565458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAVdVJ_nlI/AAAAAAAABYY/h_OYQ7DlpJI/s400/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nut Cake (Taste real nice) :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAVdBJydwI/AAAAAAAABYQ/B3eZl3KBVo4/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328742604994306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAVdBJydwI/AAAAAAAABYQ/B3eZl3KBVo4/s400/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Chocolate Cake (Nice but too sweet for me, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU_iHCU4I/AAAAAAAABYI/Zc-dtrA0yp4/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328236055745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU_iHCU4I/AAAAAAAABYI/Zc-dtrA0yp4/s400/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Layer Cake 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU_TV_3wI/AAAAAAAABYA/-6b3CJQFgTU/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328232091967234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU_TV_3wI/AAAAAAAABYA/-6b3CJQFgTU/s400/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Layer Cake 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU_C3_jdI/AAAAAAAABX4/yE22nU403xw/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328227671150034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU_C3_jdI/AAAAAAAABX4/yE22nU403xw/s400/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Layer Cake 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU-4hjjZI/AAAAAAAABXw/zNemLyLmEgQ/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328224892685714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU-4hjjZI/AAAAAAAABXw/zNemLyLmEgQ/s400/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Layer Cake 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU-dY79jI/AAAAAAAABXo/QBLQuBAgKbQ/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386328217608779314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAU-dY79jI/AAAAAAAABXo/QBLQuBAgKbQ/s400/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Layer Cake 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUZtx8xEI/AAAAAAAABXg/Z3QGHAKMZH0/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386327586353497154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUZtx8xEI/AAAAAAAABXg/Z3QGHAKMZH0/s400/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Layer Cake 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUZCD4SiI/AAAAAAAABXY/akgL6vdwc-E/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386327574617541154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUZCD4SiI/AAAAAAAABXY/akgL6vdwc-E/s400/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;View of Ruai of Long House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUY3iqYnI/AAAAAAAABXQ/-TXqdXNxcYk/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386327571793863282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUY3iqYnI/AAAAAAAABXQ/-TXqdXNxcYk/s400/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;:D I'm looking for Jungle's Banana (Sorry I don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;what does it call scientificly :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUYmsE32I/AAAAAAAABXI/mBMCM9bMwKQ/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386327567269945186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUYmsE32I/AAAAAAAABXI/mBMCM9bMwKQ/s400/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUYbWtzMI/AAAAAAAABXA/abTSRnEQLh4/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386327564227562690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAUYbWtzMI/AAAAAAAABXA/abTSRnEQLh4/s400/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Villager front yard :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below are pics of my baby niece. :) I miss her now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATwEiDLFI/AAAAAAAABW4/gp4kAZw7lII/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326870906317906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATwEiDLFI/AAAAAAAABW4/gp4kAZw7lII/s400/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATvQvx19I/AAAAAAAABWo/A7jDfS1s6GY/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326857005258706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATvQvx19I/AAAAAAAABWo/A7jDfS1s6GY/s400/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATvD-HCDI/AAAAAAAABWg/73qFve4CKY4/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326853575706674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATvD-HCDI/AAAAAAAABWg/73qFve4CKY4/s400/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATu8SzIhI/AAAAAAAABWY/M_O_1iMr050/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326851514999314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATu8SzIhI/AAAAAAAABWY/M_O_1iMr050/s400/DSC01153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATHA-lJ5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/FDtVnMWF1iM/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326165577607058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATHA-lJ5I/AAAAAAAABWQ/FDtVnMWF1iM/s400/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's when I painted my nails blue and wearing my nephew's cowboy hat. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326863177251394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATvnvS-kI/AAAAAAAABWw/ZrynQegkvY0/s400/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stack of can drinks at my brother's house for Hari Raya. That is the reduced amount. On the first day, it was higher. I plan to bring back but just can't imagine myself to carry it out from boat, so I drop the case. lols. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATGpK7bVI/AAAAAAAABWI/YzEDbFSzmQE/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326159186947410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATGpK7bVI/AAAAAAAABWI/YzEDbFSzmQE/s400/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me inside the boat. Michelle said I look fatter after a week holiday. Don't care. I had enough rest. The whole week is sleeping and eating. Lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATGXVcTDI/AAAAAAAABWA/hBdwB7k3owY/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326154399206450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATGXVcTDI/AAAAAAAABWA/hBdwB7k3owY/s400/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATGDax_LI/AAAAAAAABV4/WPoSSJEyI9Y/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326149052890290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATGDax_LI/AAAAAAAABV4/WPoSSJEyI9Y/s400/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Village by the river. :p Reminds me of novel by Anita Desai, Village By The Sea. Hehe. Too bad I didn't see any crocodile lurking around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATFrwpzyI/AAAAAAAABVw/0QiSRRJg8gc/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386326142702178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsATFrwpzyI/AAAAAAAABVw/0QiSRRJg8gc/s400/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that's all for now. Good day everyone. XOXO. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-4570771764278529669?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4570771764278529669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=4570771764278529669&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4570771764278529669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4570771764278529669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/09/reminiscing-good-old-days-hari-raya.html' title='Reminiscing The Good Old Days &amp; Hari Raya'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SsAYEbUDkDI/AAAAAAAABaI/lNfxNSGD3gA/s72-c/DSC01130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-5922483689649878410</id><published>2009-09-07T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:48:24.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Weekend @ Marina Bay</title><content type='html'>Let the picture do the talking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjYLqW7MI/AAAAAAAABVI/pIC_bpfNEUE/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378603490829855938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjYLqW7MI/AAAAAAAABVI/pIC_bpfNEUE/s400/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjXisTBbI/AAAAAAAABVA/Oye3cXdD5sQ/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378603479832135090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjXisTBbI/AAAAAAAABVA/Oye3cXdD5sQ/s400/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjXMLa7uI/AAAAAAAABU4/f2dwOvnZlx0/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378603473788661474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjXMLa7uI/AAAAAAAABU4/f2dwOvnZlx0/s400/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjWyhDk-I/AAAAAAAABUw/KGqT-hJNBG0/s1600-h/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378603466900083682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjWyhDk-I/AAAAAAAABUw/KGqT-hJNBG0/s400/DSC00612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjWcMkbmI/AAAAAAAABUo/-B07gdBZDe8/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378603460908576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjWcMkbmI/AAAAAAAABUo/-B07gdBZDe8/s400/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi14_f7hI/AAAAAAAABUg/FzsDKD3cQuY/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602901702700562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi14_f7hI/AAAAAAAABUg/FzsDKD3cQuY/s400/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi1qcCl3I/AAAAAAAABUY/SyN1g9T9bkE/s1600-h/DSC00659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602897795880818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi1qcCl3I/AAAAAAAABUY/SyN1g9T9bkE/s400/DSC00659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi1EsIdOI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Vlgzsqj0tsc/s1600-h/DSC00649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602887662826722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi1EsIdOI/AAAAAAAABUQ/Vlgzsqj0tsc/s400/DSC00649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi00pTbtI/AAAAAAAABUI/cuyviNN0cyw/s1600-h/DSC00651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602883355995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi00pTbtI/AAAAAAAABUI/cuyviNN0cyw/s400/DSC00651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi0ZysWTI/AAAAAAAABUA/Adoyzv7rlAg/s1600-h/DSC00635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602876147620146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSi0ZysWTI/AAAAAAAABUA/Adoyzv7rlAg/s400/DSC00635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good day everyone. :) XOXO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-5922483689649878410?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5922483689649878410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=5922483689649878410&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/5922483689649878410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/5922483689649878410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-marina-bay.html' title='Weekend @ Marina Bay'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SqSjYLqW7MI/AAAAAAAABVI/pIC_bpfNEUE/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-5346910117758080009</id><published>2009-09-01T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:52:48.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 deadly sins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Bored - Quizzes From Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so bored that I take so many quizzes in Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz No. 1&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Which Quote Is The Quote For You?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Result :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325137085175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SpyLOij3FPI/AAAAAAAABTo/48L9LUa0ZkE/s400/app_full_proxyCAXPHTLB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You have found that one pers...on who means everything to you. When you are down, just talking to them makes your day worthwhile. They make you happy no what and you know you love them. You used to dream about the day you'd find that special one, and now that you have found them, you can never go to sleep because you don't need those dreams to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And my comment on it : Too good to be true...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz No. 2&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins - Which One Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Result : Avarice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376325846558229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SpyL31jaw4I/AAAAAAAABTw/kDq2nvOnqDg/s400/The_Seven_Deadly_Sins__AVARICE_by_blackeri.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Greed also known as avarice or covetousness, is, like lust and gluttony, a sin of excess. However, greed is applied... to the acquisition of wealth in particular. Greed was "a sin against God, just as all mortal sins, in as much as man condemns things eternal for the sake of temporal things". "Greed, also called Avarice or Covetousness, is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual" The colour of Greed is YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My comment on it: worr.. This is my favourite pic of 7 deadly sins by Marta Dahlig... Go check out her 7 deadly sins paint at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackeri.deviantart.com/art/The-Seven-Deadly-Sins-AVARICE-21405868"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DeviantArt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz No. 3&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What Words Best Describe You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Result : Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376327730580630066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SpyNlgFXKjI/AAAAAAAABT4/SW5F8GQXokQ/s400/app_full_proxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everyone loves you because you treat them so sweetly. keep it up and you will be friends with everyone you meet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My comment on it: am I? :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And my bz b friend add additional comment on it :p : hahahaha~x logik....x logik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lols... He always comment on anything I posted on my wall.. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/s : I'm a big fan of Mark Zuckerberg lately... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cti6W65OhQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cti6W65OhQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*** Pernahkah kau bicara, tapi tak didengar, tak dianggap sama sekali. Pernahkah kau tak salah tapi disalahkan, tak diberi kesempatan. Kau hidup dengan siapa? Ku tak tau kau siapa? Kau kekasihku, tapi orang lain bagiku. Kau dengan dirimu saja, kau dengan duniamu saja. Teruskanlah, teruskanlah... kau begitu. Kau tak perlu diriku. Aku patung bagimu. Cinta bukan keperluanmu..... **** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Saya just mau ko tau ja yang hidup saya cukup baik sekarang. Teruskanlah hidup ko macam tu. Saya enda perlu ko suda. Cukup la selama ni saya jadi patung yang ko enda pernah ambik peduli pun. Ko enda pernah dengar apa saya mau cakap. Bukan salah saya pun ko akan tetap salahkan saya. Cukup la… Terima kasih sebab ko ucapkan ayat “Saya enda mau ko suda!!!!!!!!”. Saya akan ingat sampai bila-bila. Itu la kekuatan saya sekarang. Semaking saya ingat ayat tu, saya semakin kuat dan saya semakin enda perlu ko suda. Ko rasa kaca lebih cantik dan bernilai, teruskanlah kutip kaca yang bertaburan di sekeliling ko. Suatu hari nanti bila ko terluka mengutip kaca-kaca yang enda berguna tu, jangan cari saya lagi. Saya enda mau ko suda….)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-5346910117758080009?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5346910117758080009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=5346910117758080009&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/5346910117758080009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/5346910117758080009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored-quizzes-from-facebook.html' title='Bored - Quizzes From Facebook'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SpyLOij3FPI/AAAAAAAABTo/48L9LUa0ZkE/s72-c/app_full_proxyCAXPHTLB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-5417563322132220089</id><published>2009-08-27T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:35:47.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know didn't update this blog for quite sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I never try to have some update. I tried. In fact, so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, when my finger start touching the keyboard, those words in my head flew away. I just couldn't find the right words to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-5417563322132220089?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5417563322132220089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=5417563322132220089&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/5417563322132220089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/5417563322132220089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-2239116730482316968</id><published>2009-08-12T08:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:48:31.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Meet The Robinson's Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SoIRQni3UBI/AAAAAAAABTg/VPYp0gedHMQ/s1600-h/CYCAZ36EMVCAS4DGXKCADTQ6LECAKSBT9GCAP3KO85CA21UMXJCAN5VVXYCAYFGJ10CASCAYOZCARV54AMCA51KQB1CAS8CXYMCALFKJWTCA17JOXTCA7QC6LICANH133JCAMBRTF1CA923H83CAX0027I.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Meet The Robinson last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Around here, however, we don’t look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” - Walt Disney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It made me realized life is about moving forward. There’s nothing wrong with looking backwards sometimes. After all, its history that shaped what and who we are today. Just that whether we like it of not, life must go on. Life designed to be moved forward. No option of turning backward. Life is capricious. We never know what’s waiting for us ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Good day everyone. Xoxo. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-2239116730482316968?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2239116730482316968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=2239116730482316968&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2239116730482316968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2239116730482316968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-robinsons-quote.html' title='Meet The Robinson&apos;s Quote'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-7413785482329652365</id><published>2009-08-10T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:06:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Air In Miri :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMjVVfPI/AAAAAAAABTY/yhmWPbPYYio/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368134840817646834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMjVVfPI/AAAAAAAABTY/yhmWPbPYYio/s400/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMk1gd2I/AAAAAAAABTQ/FGxxF1fmdKA/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368134841221019490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMk1gd2I/AAAAAAAABTQ/FGxxF1fmdKA/s400/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMf14_NI/AAAAAAAABTI/qEcFZRcPzI8/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368134839880449234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMf14_NI/AAAAAAAABTI/qEcFZRcPzI8/s400/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMLWNaNI/AAAAAAAABTA/4baXI6IE8cc/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368134834378860754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMLWNaNI/AAAAAAAABTA/4baXI6IE8cc/s400/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yL1-HCQI/AAAAAAAABS4/rRsrGvUrJKQ/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368134828640635138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yL1-HCQI/AAAAAAAABS4/rRsrGvUrJKQ/s400/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haze became worse in Miri lately. Even at home I feel like I'm breathing a smoke. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-7413785482329652365?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7413785482329652365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=7413785482329652365&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/7413785482329652365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/7413785482329652365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-air-in-miri.html' title='Bad Air In Miri :('/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sn9yMjVVfPI/AAAAAAAABTY/yhmWPbPYYio/s72-c/DSC00946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-3068820175469960705</id><published>2009-08-06T10:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:31:31.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Dayang Cake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This girl (not the one with green shirt) is starting her own bussiness soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm posting it here to help her promoting her goods. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SnpEtQqnoQI/AAAAAAAABSo/HzMSvTECeUw/s1600-h/1_334955314l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677450323894530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SnpEtQqnoQI/AAAAAAAABSo/HzMSvTECeUw/s400/1_334955314l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SnpDd0Mq4JI/AAAAAAAABSg/YfPg9XUp6ys/s1600-h/Dayang+Cake+House+Flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366676085472419986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SnpDd0Mq4JI/AAAAAAAABSg/YfPg9XUp6ys/s400/Dayang+Cake+House+Flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently running my own business in baking. Attached is my Hari Raya cakes &amp;amp; cookies flyer for your perusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not a detailed one. Will forward to you a detailed one with the names, price list, dimension &amp;amp; more pictures sometime next tues/wed because I shall bake some more at home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are interested to order, you can call me directly ay 019-8845414. You can also drop me an email at &lt;a href="mailto:dayangcakehouse@yahoo.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" ymailto="mailto:dayangcakehouse@yahoo.com"&gt;dayangcakehouse@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; but it is not advisable as I wont be able to entertain you much since i'm baking. Please visit my page at &lt;a href="wlmailhtml:%7BD0C99396-A1CA-4829-9798-AC8FBB47554F%7Dmid://00000106/!x-usc:http://www.dayangcakehouse.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.dayangcakehouse.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; so you can see clearest pics of my products there.. I have to apologise that this page is still under construction but the complete products will be out sometime early next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall email you again once my products are ready with their details. This is just a temporary flyer for your review. You can give it a thought for your own, gifts for friends &amp;amp; family, hamper for clients and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just for Hari Raya, cos bake for all occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Dayang Siti Paspa&lt;br /&gt;019-8845414&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dayangcakehhouse@yahoo.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" ymailto="mailto:dayangcakehhouse@yahoo.com"&gt;dayangcakehhouse@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunway, Selangor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677584036159874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SnpE1CyG4YI/AAAAAAAABSw/AMNhiE1j62w/s400/1_972741824l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is her wedding cake last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-3068820175469960705?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3068820175469960705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=3068820175469960705&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3068820175469960705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3068820175469960705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/08/dayang-cake-house.html' title='Dayang Cake House'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SnpEtQqnoQI/AAAAAAAABSo/HzMSvTECeUw/s72-c/1_334955314l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-1392102039928491140</id><published>2009-07-31T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:43:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment Of Silence to Yasmin Ahmad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is a tribute for a big loss, Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To be honest, I’m not her biggest fan. In fact, I’m never a biggest fan of anyone. I’m a fan of someone in a seasonal way. But for someone who deserves a respect and a real tribute, it won’t come in a seasonal way. It remain in the heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who is Yasmin Ahmad to me? She might be just a normal film maker for every one else. But for me, Yasmin Ahmad isn’t any normal film maker or just merely a successful story teller. She gives me the feeling that it’s okay if you’re a little bit different from the others. And it’s okay if you just want to be yourself. By the way, why do I need to be the same as the others isn’t it? I am who I am. She gives me the feeling that it’s okay to express out what you feel was right but no one dares to do so. Reality bites, so what? We’re human after all. Nobody’s perfect. Isn’t it ironic, before this everyone stands her down and judge and critics. Little that they know her main motive in her piece is to show love. It is love that matter most to her. Out of strong critics, out of bad sayings and out of controversial outcomes, it is love that she wants everyone to see. How the story goes, it’s for us to judge wisely. Judge with an open heart, you’ll know it wasn’t simply created. As we all know, things happen for a reason. For what ever reason it is, see it in a right way. At least she didn’t portrayed it in a malevolence way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When it comes to her movies and play, it gives me a creepy feeling inside. It’s so personal that I can’t write it here. It’s so personal that I don’t want it became an offense to someone else or who ever read this. For I know and feels it with heart; what has been portrayed in the play is not any simply created life. I’m not going to elaborate more for I must know where I should stop. You watch, you feel and you judge. It’s for you to decide, not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of someone who come and go in our life, I really like this answer given by &lt;a href="http://www.islamonline.net/livedialogue/english/Browse.asp?hGuestID=RwQ69N"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristie Karima Burns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to a question someone ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;“People come into our life for many different reasons. Some people come into our life for a short time, to give us wisdom and then go on their way. Some people come into our lives for a period of time to teach us something or add something we need into our life. Yet other people come into our lives for a lifetime - to provide guidance and friendship for our entire life. As humans when we love people we want them all to fall into the third category. We don't want to imagine that someone we love so deeply could only be here for a short time in our lives, or that they only came for a reason. It is so difficult for us to imagine because our love is so deep. However, this is a gift you have. That you can feel this deep love for someone who has come into your life for a short time is a gift. You will always find your life enriched if you can continue to feel so deeply about the people in your life, but also have the wisdom to know when it is time for them to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Last but not least, moment of silence for Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone.&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/6262438654760922187-1392102039928491140?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1392102039928491140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=1392102039928491140&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/1392102039928491140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/1392102039928491140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-silence-to-yasmin-ahmad.html' title='Moment Of Silence to Yasmin Ahmad'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-9149730884699888563</id><published>2009-07-24T07:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:45:53.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams and desire'/><title type='text'>Moment Of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3p_86QUSk3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3p_86QUSk3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blinding flash of white light &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People running for cover &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They came with their tanks and their planes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With ravaging fiery flames &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And nothing remains &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the night, without a fight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But our spirit will never die &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Gaza tonight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women and children alike &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Murdered and massacred night after night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the so-called leaders of countries afar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Debated on who’s wrong or right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But their powerless words were in vain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the bombs fell down like acid rain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But through the tears and the blood and the pain &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the night, without a fight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But our spirit will never die &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Gaza tonight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the night, without a fight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But our spirit will never die &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the night, without a fight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We will not go down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Gaza tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*** Apart from so much things happen lately, it surprised me that I'm still standing here. Despite all the pain, I'm even stronger than ever. After 5 years of fight, sacrifices, tears and everything, it finally came to an end. And this time, I'm not going back to my past like I used to do in the pass which lead to this suffering for 5 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://faisaladmar.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-its-that-easy.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, it's that easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click to read a story : faisaladmar.blogspot.com)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, if you ask me, it's not easy at all, at least for me who need to accept the truth. But for those who decide to leave, it was so damn easy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's so easy to say, &lt;em&gt;"I don't want you anymore"&lt;/em&gt; after all the time when there's no one around for him and the only one who stay is me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's so easy to say, &lt;em&gt;"I don't love you anymore"&lt;/em&gt; after all this time when he needed love the most, the only person who stay is me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's so easy to say, &lt;em&gt;"Yes, you're not important at all"&lt;/em&gt; after all this time, he's the most important things in my life and I'm standing right behind him to support, mentally and financially so that he can come to what he is today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, it's that easy isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You just decide and you just dump her just like that. When she begs for you to stay, all you need to do is dumping all her belonging right in front of her gate. That shows how much I mean nothing to him anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be honest, I still think of him. I still hope that he will come back and apologize for what ever he did to me. I know. It’s far from possible. The fact that he’s chasing after a daughter of a rich man now is slicing my heart to even smaller pieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, it’s that easy? Dump someone who did so much for you and go after someone who did nothing. Yes, it’s that easy. So damn easy. Because it wasn't you who cry till you have no more tears to shed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For now, I thought better of it. Put myself in a moment of silence. No one’s dead by the way. But I want to make it clear; I’m killing my old self. Let her rest in peach. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For this is my story. My past. My pain. My heartache. If you cut my flesh, you probably can see the pain coming out together with the dripping blood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’m glad that this forbidden relationship end now. It surprises me myself as well. How can I feel glad over an ended relationship? God knows why. I really thank God what had happened now. After a moment of silence, I somehow found a strength that I never had before. It was then this line from Cecelia Ahern came across my mind again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...how quickly a moment of love was snapped away to a moment of hate... of how love and war stand upon the very same foundations. How, in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted above higher than you've ever been..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : To you who gave me so much pain in life, thanks for the memories. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’s funny why I never tried to get to him anymore. Its funny how I never want to see him anymore even though I miss him like hell sometimes. And it’s funny how I never try to do stupid things anymore. I never try to spend a night at a bar and drink until I’m almost dead. I don’t have to tell how many stupid things I did attempted to do. You guess and it’s probably right. I always put the blame on the situation, on me and on him. Always thought I have the worst fate in the world. Little that I know God is giving me signs. He doesn’t deserve me at all. He’s not the right person for me. I don’t want to say anything since we can’t see what is God’s will in the future. Perhaps if he is someone who mean for me one day, I hope he’s someone new. As for I am a new me now. Thought better of how life cycling itself for human like us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thought better that there’s even more people who live in unfortunate life. People whose dying. People who’s homeless. People who’s can’t sleep, starving and scare. Now I realize, when God open your heart to acceptance, you will think better of others and how I dream of being there for them. I dream of being someone who gives a hand for them, who’s in need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just want to do something I want now. And what I want in life, it's something no one can ever thought of. Something so strange until I don't understand it myself. For now, I give it to God to decide for He knows what's best for me. When I'm truly sure with what I want one day, I'll let all of you know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, save it until here and good day everyone. XOXO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-9149730884699888563?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/9149730884699888563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=9149730884699888563&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/9149730884699888563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/9149730884699888563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-of-silence.html' title='Moment Of Silence'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-2511161545907738190</id><published>2009-07-09T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:36:27.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shawshank Redemption'/><title type='text'>Greatest Film Of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSzatzy8WvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSzatzy8WvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shawshank Redemption. Last 3 years, when everyone is crazy about Prison Break, first thing came to mind, The Shawshank Redemption. After years and years, I never get bored watching it all over again. It even ranked among Greatest Film of All Time. The movie written and directed base on Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King. Of course the book more detail than the movie. I’ve read the book as well. Cool. Stephen King is a genius to write such a story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lines narrated by Morgan Freeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Something are best left unsaid. ……. Singing something so beautiful that can’t be expressed in words that make your heart ache because of it…. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Below is my handwritten "Life is wonderful" while waiting for my 3D model to load. :p I wrote it down cause I keep on listening to Jason Mraz's Life is wonderful. :D The small love is some image added from my phone camera. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356306097207291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlVsBDhMrUI/AAAAAAAABQo/ZkidT8w5Hzc/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good day everyone. XOXO! :)&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/6262438654760922187-2511161545907738190?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2511161545907738190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=2511161545907738190&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2511161545907738190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2511161545907738190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/07/greatest-film-of-all-time.html' title='Greatest Film Of All Time'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlVsBDhMrUI/AAAAAAAABQo/ZkidT8w5Hzc/s72-c/DSC00918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-4129891216964361517</id><published>2009-07-06T10:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:49:02.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Product'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>How Do I Describe MY Day Last Week? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure was it last week or past 2 weeks when we're out of electricity for few times. For our department, we can't do our job if we're out of electricity. We even provided with a back up power supply each for such case. So, everytime electricity was out of a sudden, we still had few minutes to save all the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, below picture is my stupid sketches while waiting for the time to pass by. Lols. I've been addicted to honey lately and doing a research on my own what is the benefits of honey. There is one article asking, why honeycomb was shaped into a hexagon? Engineers and architects out there, mind to explain why? :p Owh, please ignore the ugly creature sketched below the so called honeycomb and yes, the jawi word as well. It was my attemp of writing my name in Jawi letters. I guess it as wrong. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFncHpoqkI/AAAAAAAABPo/A060-X3BskU/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355175164707908162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFncHpoqkI/AAAAAAAABPo/A060-X3BskU/s400/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFncAzK78I/AAAAAAAABPg/oICUeBThs_M/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355175162868854722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFncAzK78I/AAAAAAAABPg/oICUeBThs_M/s400/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, after work, I went to Pasar Malam. Actually I hate that place because it's very hard to find a parking place and it's crowded. But I already promise my student that I'll bring this home made keropok. I don't want to disappoint them so just take a chance to go over there and end up buying myself a fish for dinner as well. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After Pasar Malam, I drove back. But at the junction to go to my house, I made up my mind to drive a little bit further. It's kind of nice, drive slowly and listen to a song in my car. Drive until almost the end of Miri. If I drive a little bit more, I'll reach Brunei. Haha. Not that I can't go since I have my passport with me at the moment but I'm not crazy enough to continue the journey to Brunei. Lols. Below picture taken in the middle of my drive. :p The view was nice. Too bad that I don't dare to stop by the beach to take some other shot. On the other side of the picture is a sea. The view is so damn nice. I'm lost in it's beauty for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172330789905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFk3Ke7pXI/AAAAAAAABOQ/tyv6yeufvD8/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a drive around, went back and cook rice, had a bath, wash some cloth and had my dinner. Spend the whole night reread Satu Janji by Ramlee Awang Murshid. Reading it make me crave for Nasi Beriani and Roti Canai. Lols. You read the book then you'll know the reason why. :p Sleep late and wake up late as well since it's Saturday. At 3.00, drive to tuition center and there I'll be teaching. :) Any suggestion of a present I need to give to my best student? :p Oh ya, and they're so happy that I bring the Keropok along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm.... I only take fried rice before I go for my tuition class. So, after the class, I'm so damn hungry that I can eat a human (ok I exaggerated) :p . Actually I save it for a birthday party held by my friend, Siti. :) It's her birthday last Saturday. I teased her, "Dah tua pun mauk sambut birthday juak ka?" Lols. She just came back from KL. She moved to KL last year after getting married. Her husband have a clinic there. Yes, she'a a wife of a Doctor. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turn out to be that night, the birthday party isn't for her alone. It's a double birthday party for her nephew as well. Owh, he's so cute dressed in a bumblebee suit. Lols. Fancy cakes. :) Too bad Siti is too busy to bake a cake her own. You should try her cheese cake. It's the best in the world. Hehe. But she's not as pro as her mum. Haha. Refer to some old post then you'll see the amazing wedding cake made by her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172333548842530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFk3UwtriI/AAAAAAAABOY/T89kYzKeL3g/s400/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shahiran. Happy birthday cute baby. :) I don't have his picture for that night. Below pic is taken during last year's Hari Raya. He's bigger now, but still as cute as ever. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355176493933548514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFopfZuU-I/AAAAAAAABPw/px7T-idISWA/s400/1_292968887l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And happy birthday Siti. But I wonder, why it's Nora who wear the party hat. Lols. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172345079028242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFk3_tuWhI/AAAAAAAABOo/yBFo53oxSBw/s400/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below is the food for that night. Yummy yummy yummy.... I'm hungry when I look at the picture now. BBQ Chicken and fish. Grilled crab meat, grilled prawn, sausage, rice and noodle. There's some more other dishes that I can't fit into a picture and can't take so much picture since everyone seems to be so hungry and packed around the food. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172338264672930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFk3mVDiqI/AAAAAAAABOg/MlWEioGozrY/s400/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My empty plates. Lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172347543393666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFk4I5RlYI/AAAAAAAABOw/9F8OgpuaGn8/s400/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring time. Hehe. Taking pic with Nora. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172806186600034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlS1eVhmI/AAAAAAAABO4/0C5XztOKtnM/s400/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Nora's arm infront of me. Lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172812134219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlTLoW_2I/AAAAAAAABPI/I4tgLzY7kN0/s400/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Baby Pan. Haha. That's what we called him. His name is Zarfan. :p He's a big bro of Shahiran. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlTq2XaQI/AAAAAAAABPY/OtJ-zvcpAgk/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172820514466050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlTq2XaQI/AAAAAAAABPY/OtJ-zvcpAgk/s400/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, this picture break my heart. Lols. Hanif and Siti Fatimah. They're Siti's niece and nephew as well. Don't have any idea why they don't want to join the group photo and sit there all by themselves. Haha. Hanif is a big boy now. I still remember last time when he's smalled. He's so cute. So did Siti Fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlTd8p9iI/AAAAAAAABPQ/zF2RNoeWXLs/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172817051186722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlTd8p9iI/AAAAAAAABPQ/zF2RNoeWXLs/s400/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355176494956521842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFopjNnqXI/AAAAAAAABP4/K6DIzduxWBY/s400/1_783739399l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355172807573716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFlS6pDPoI/AAAAAAAABPA/de4XbFtQQYw/s400/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I go for facial and end up extended my session into Hot Stone Massage. :p They had a half price promotion so I go for it. Besides, almost all beautician in the beauty center knows me. Regular customer. :p They will give a call if I didn't come over for quite sometimes. I like it there. It feels like a friend is helping you to do the facial unlike some other place, I don't really feel welcome. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's the best thing to do for relaxation. Maybe I'll go for it every once a while. And it's good for health. Refer &lt;a href="http://www.healthyvibes.net/2009/how-hot-stone-massage-can-help-you.asp"&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthyvibes.net/2009/how-hot-stone-massage-can-help-you.asp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355195312292316610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlF5w3QFRcI/AAAAAAAABQA/ek3JjgNuEL8/s400/HSM.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm.... after this post, it may take sometimes for me to update. I'll be damn busy in few weeks time. I've got new project to handle. Then I'll crack my head. :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Good day everyone. :) XOXO. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-4129891216964361517?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4129891216964361517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=4129891216964361517&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4129891216964361517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4129891216964361517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-i-describe-my-day-last-week.html' title='How Do I Describe MY Day Last Week? :)'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SlFncHpoqkI/AAAAAAAABPo/A060-X3BskU/s72-c/DSC00890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-7476974646649597616</id><published>2009-06-30T09:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:52:17.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bumblebee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Inspiration &amp; Story Of Yesterday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nortehanon.com/?p=64"&gt;&lt;img src="http://thetemplater.googlepages.com/pensofhope1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On my last post, I got a comment from someone who lives far in Philippine. Below is what she commented on the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932987558302466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SklwMO3iEwI/AAAAAAAABMY/pofeA5WQ0TY/s400/NORTEHANON.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I check on her site. When I first look at it, honestly, I think it was the most beautiful site I’ve ever seen. It's not just the beauty of pictures in the site, but something she did which is really inspiring, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nortehanon.com/?cat=6"&gt;Pens of Hope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I just couldn’t find the right words to describe how much I’m inspired by this effort. I mean, who would’ve thought of distributing pencils and sort of stationary for those children who’s in need. Looking back at my old times when I was still a kid, I’d refuse to use a normal pencil because of I do use it; I hate the fact that I need to sharpen it several times a day. Little that I know there are some other children in the world who don’t even have a pencil of their own. It ripped my heart into pieces looking at bunch of pencils and stationary send to Pens of Hope. How much courage do you have to do such things, where you don’t accept money but only stationary instead? It was a pure voluntary work. Picture below was a print screen from &lt;a href="http://nortehanon.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss N's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site. I even paste Pens of Hope badge in my blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352932986350017570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SklwMKXdHCI/AAAAAAAABMg/cGDhuXmM6kk/s400/NORTEHANON2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Do check on her site and I bet you’ll be amazed yourself. Just look at those beautiful pictures. I do really wish I can be there myself. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S : &lt;a href="http://faisaladmar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Pink Shirt With Red Heart,&lt;/a&gt; here's the update. Lol.. :p. I'm not changing the subject this time. :p &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And here is a story of yesterday, that’s what I want to call it even though it was a weekend story. Hehe. I plan a better entry for that, so here’s the brief one. Normally Saturday I went for tuition class. Back from teaching, I went for swimming. After swimming, spent sometimes at Miri City Fan for Miri Live Music watching this girl live band singing. They had a superb voice. :) On Sunday, went for a movie with Alvin. We go for Transformers : Revenge of The Fallen. I’m so happy because I got the chance to meet my crush, Bumblebee. But I’m so frustrated with audio system of the Cineplex. Why can’t they provide a better cinema here in Miri? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The movie finish at 2.30pm and we straight away go for lunch since both of us haven’t had lunch yet. We’re extremely hungry but still need to wait for a long queue for almost half an hour. When you’re hungry, your brain might not functioning really well, at least that what I thought. Why I’m saying that? That is because I start to ask stupid question and Alvin give me a look ‘are you out of your mind?’. Guess what I asked him. Lol. Out of a sudden I came out with this question, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“Big Mac is made of chicken or beef?” &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;lols… With a horror face, he replied me, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“I’m not going to answer that question.” &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I laugh and told him, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“I’m so hungry, now I start to ask stupid question.” &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then he told me, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“It’s like you’re asking me, Spicy Chicken McDeluxe is made of chicken or beef.” &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha. Ok, I admit it was a stupid question. Haha. When it came to our turn to order, we both order Big Mac. He even adds another Fillet O’Fish and I add extra Sundae Chocolate for myself. Stuff our stomach until full and touring the shopping mall until late evening. After a quite sometimes tour, then we both headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I guess that’s all for yesterday story. Haha. Nothing much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day everyone. XOXO. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-7476974646649597616?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7476974646649597616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=7476974646649597616&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/7476974646649597616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/7476974646649597616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiration-story-of-yesterday.html' title='Inspiration &amp; Story Of Yesterday :)'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SklwMO3iEwI/AAAAAAAABMY/pofeA5WQ0TY/s72-c/NORTEHANON.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-4077278939548168783</id><published>2009-06-23T10:06:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:22:00.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baram Regatta 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Baram Regatta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julies Lucas'/><title type='text'>I'm Always Proud To Be A Sarawakian :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m always proud to be a Sarawakian. No matter how bad the condition or how hard it is to live here or how far it is from development, I’ll always proud to be Sarawakian. The fact that I came from a very rural area of Sarawak make me even more proud. It held high my pride as a Sarawakian. :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here’s some introduction about my races. I’m a mixture of Iban, Kiput and Maloh. You might have heard of Iban. It held the largest population in Sarawak. And Iban language is the easiest language to be learned because pronunciation of its words doesn’t differ much from Malay Language. If you come to my home town, don’t be surprise to hear all Chinese shop owner speak better Iban than Malay Language. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kiput? Maloh? Even if told a Sarawakian themselves, they might have said they never heard of this race before. But if you’re from Baram, then you’ll know how Kiput Language sounds. But it held a very small population. I inherit Kiput bloodline from my late grandmother (my father’s side). She’s originated from Kuala Tutoh, Baram. Too bad I never had been there. Maloh is another rare population originated from West Kalimantan. To make thing easier sometimes I just mention I’m a mixture of Iban, Orang Ulu (Kiput) and Indonesian (Maloh) because if out of all I’m saying that I’m Iban mix Kiput mix Maloh, they will ask me, “what is that races?”. They’re referring to Kiput and Maloh, then I will have to explain that these races held a very small population in Sarawak and it’s almost gone. Then some of them will call me an endangered species. Lol. I like that. Like Faisal’s Blog, be extraordinary. Hehe. Oh well, I’m an endangered species. Lol. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Apart from that, there’s something that I need to admit. I can’t speak Kiput and Maloh. I can only speak Iban. Too bad. But I can understand Kiput. Don’t try to say something bad about me in Kiput. Lol. But you can say that in Maloh. Haha. If you stand next to me and have a conversation in Maloh, I’m sure I don’t even know that you’re speaking Maloh. That’s the weird thing because I recognize lots of native language in Sarawak but never can indentify how does Maloh sounds like. I can recognize Kelabit, Kayan, Kenyah, Kedayan, Melanau, Bidayuh and Berawan, but never know Maloh. Too bad. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here is a brief explanation of Kiput:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiput is a Malayo-Polynesian language spoken by about 450 people in Northern Sarawak. Yep, just imagine how small the population is. The entire language community reportedly resides in a single long-house known variously as Long Kiput, Long Tutoh, or Kuala Tutoh, located on the main branch of the Baram River about one kilometer from its junction with the Tutoh in Sarawak's Fourth Division.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.questia.com/googleScholar.qst;jsessionid=JZWcyKQB2knnQtPdnq8n2wvb0j7Sk2RJWtnvMTMmClLnynS06y1W!1273065252!-954900154?docId=5000644251"&gt;(Credit to Robert Blust )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359294284839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLbkSOusI/AAAAAAAABLo/Tp2SRqYUHtE/s400/P8150201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apart from that I’m an endangered species, (LOL) I came from a very unique place of Sarawak. I came from Marudi. It is parts of Baram. You can go there via boat, flight (twin otter) and off-road. :) By boat you’ll need to go Kuala Baram from Miri. The wharf stated right below Asean Bridge which connecting Miri and Brunei. Picture below is the pic I took during a trip via boat. During a very dry season, you can count a lot of crocodile sunbath on the river bank. Haha. It will take more than 2 hours trip via boat. You can sleep or read or counting crocodile along the way. :p I always spend the first hour reading. The second hour sleeping and the extra time; counting crocodile. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341641785014306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7YDmTeCI/AAAAAAAABIY/bxTfd5WqwBY/s400/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341636689018770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7XwnUv5I/AAAAAAAABIQ/3z637LeuTjk/s400/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I don’t like a long trip. It was the time when I really miss my family and can’t wait to be home, the I take an early flight from Miri. 7.00am in the morning. Before 7.30am, I already home. Haha. It only takes 20 minutes. I still remember when Air Asia still taking care of the flight service, the journey is even shorter where I can reach Marudi in 15 minutes. In that case, I can go to Marudi town and have my breakfast. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During dry season, Marudian prefer off-road. :) Why I call it off-road? Because if you’re not good enough, you won’t pass the road. Very high hill. Muddy, slippery and most of time, the car will drift. Yes, as you can see in Tokyo Drift. (Ok, I exaggerated a bit :p) But don’t ever dare to drive over during rainy season or else you will end up like below picture. Owh, that’s my brother in law and my nephew. They stuck in the road. I mean it, IN the road. And that happen to a 4-wheel drive. The get my brother’s car sunk into the mud. Euwww… Don’t ever imagine how it will go with normal car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350355344696376306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBH1q69e_I/AAAAAAAABLI/B18o3-8Xw0I/s400/PC140020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Twice a year, Baram Regatta will be held in Marudi. It happens last year. Finally I get the chance to see it again after 12 years. Not that I never back home but every time the function held, I was away from home. After SPM, I fly to Kuching for Matriculation where I flunk almost every subject. :p In the second semester of my matriculation, I’m expecting for a repeat in Labuan Matriculation. Too bad I passed with an embarrassing pointer. I’m surprise to know back then that I’m going to further my study in Engineering field with such pointer. Ok, back to Baram Regatta. Here’s some picture. Guys, watch out for those pretty ladies for Miss Baram Regatta. *wink wink* &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is Julies Lucas. She crowned as Miss Baram Regatta that night. Bravo!!! She deserved it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBXDGMGKaI/AAAAAAAABMA/oJ1JR6qe3B4/s1600-h/P8160331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350372068028721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBXDGMGKaI/AAAAAAAABMA/oJ1JR6qe3B4/s400/P8160331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my little princess, my niece. She’s striking a pose with Miss Baram Regatta’s tiara. My sister working backstage that night, so I get the privilege of going there and get myself a better shot. Shot with those pretty ladies as well. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBXCiB6KwI/AAAAAAAABL4/aalZKg58mw4/s1600-h/P8160246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350372058322316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBXCiB6KwI/AAAAAAAABL4/aalZKg58mw4/s400/P8160246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a bunch of dancers. I'm not kidding, they're going to dance in the middle of the river on that sampan. Just look at how big the river and the cloth they're wearing. I can't never imagine myself wearing that cloth and perform a tradisional dance on a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLbypShoI/AAAAAAAABLw/X3-Hkt04KFo/s1600-h/P8150219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359298139653762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLbypShoI/AAAAAAAABLw/X3-Hkt04KFo/s400/P8150219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty ladies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLbDzDwjI/AAAAAAAABLg/yYrMxVe0sdA/s1600-h/P8160334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359285564162610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLbDzDwjI/AAAAAAAABLg/yYrMxVe0sdA/s400/P8160334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Veronica. Second runner up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLa8wIplI/AAAAAAAABLY/7csQYoVCSqE/s1600-h/P8160314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359283672852050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLa8wIplI/AAAAAAAABLY/7csQYoVCSqE/s400/P8160314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crowning Julies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLat3wBpI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Gxvep1E02po/s1600-h/P8160331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359279678260882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLat3wBpI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Gxvep1E02po/s400/P8160331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me and my sister. I always envy her hair. She doesn't need to colour her hair and she have that colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHxoVo7I/AAAAAAAABLA/DXskB-V-5j0/s1600-h/DSC01614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354556223333298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHxoVo7I/AAAAAAAABLA/DXskB-V-5j0/s400/DSC01614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining outside. I'm hiding behind my sister's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHgP-O8I/AAAAAAAABK4/pzbL-iaaunI/s1600-h/DSC01613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354551557733314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHgP-O8I/AAAAAAAABK4/pzbL-iaaunI/s400/DSC01613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take this pic before the pageant start, with Julies and her sister. Forget what's her name. :p &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350340149765268658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA6BNZE5LI/AAAAAAAABHg/TlgZmKX72IA/s400/P8160232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what's her name. Yes, she's an English girl and she play sape (traditional music instrument). Pretty isn't she? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350340151641141490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA6BUYUcPI/AAAAAAAABHo/6IpQ4-NNgr8/s400/P8160236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Jane. She's the first runner up. She's my junior during primary school. Hmm... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350340156578803602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA6BmxjL5I/AAAAAAAABHw/G3owUK-G4Ag/s400/P8160233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is first runner up wanna be... Lolssss.. :p &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350340158203448658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA6Bs05TVI/AAAAAAAABH4/9F5AzWaoxZI/s400/P8160349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, Tomy held a BBQ at Taman Selera with his housemates. There I go chit chat with them for a while. Tomy, Audra, Chris and Ricky. Watching those rich man fly their glider along the beach. Hmm.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHj7A-pI/AAAAAAAABKw/nWaAlZcYABk/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354552543574674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHj7A-pI/AAAAAAAABKw/nWaAlZcYABk/s400/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHaI45mI/AAAAAAAABKo/5o7M7Oa_RhA/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354549917410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHaI45mI/AAAAAAAABKo/5o7M7Oa_RhA/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And below is the pics of my students. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHN-RyWI/AAAAAAAABKg/m6EIashOejg/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354546651679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBHHN-RyWI/AAAAAAAABKg/m6EIashOejg/s400/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGwDkv5I/AAAAAAAABKY/YN3e8PQfsPc/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352339597574034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGwDkv5I/AAAAAAAABKY/YN3e8PQfsPc/s400/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFG30i5TI/AAAAAAAABKQ/K56l6sTvKFE/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352341682021682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFG30i5TI/AAAAAAAABKQ/K56l6sTvKFE/s400/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGtJwbmI/AAAAAAAABKI/mNDNaPQbn9w/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352338818199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGtJwbmI/AAAAAAAABKI/mNDNaPQbn9w/s400/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGZBL7yI/AAAAAAAABKA/M3L0gcgppN4/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352333413543714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGZBL7yI/AAAAAAAABKA/M3L0gcgppN4/s400/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGQxoFpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Finva1t0Ugc/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352331200796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBFGQxoFpI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Finva1t0Ugc/s400/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCkCIcLsI/AAAAAAAABJw/hFyU7ajKw5c/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350349544131145410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCkCIcLsI/AAAAAAAABJw/hFyU7ajKw5c/s400/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unfinish paper model of Kame House. Huhu. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCkA6sTeI/AAAAAAAABJo/RnlhLx_1H0o/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350349543805046242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCkA6sTeI/AAAAAAAABJo/RnlhLx_1H0o/s400/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350349531634002418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCjTk46fI/AAAAAAAABJQ/tlq8ySXM35U/s400/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCj_Ee-CI/AAAAAAAABJg/aLUYDmnkB6A/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350349543309244450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCj_Ee-CI/AAAAAAAABJg/aLUYDmnkB6A/s400/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went funfair. Huh... Waste of money. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCjkOOWLI/AAAAAAAABJY/45zqjt0Bz1s/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350349536102340786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBCjkOOWLI/AAAAAAAABJY/45zqjt0Bz1s/s400/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAQF5ucdI/AAAAAAAABJI/inCTUpGZWA4/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347002522530258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAQF5ucdI/AAAAAAAABJI/inCTUpGZWA4/s400/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAQKvM5_I/AAAAAAAABJA/S-4D_qAK_Es/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350347003820566514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAQKvM5_I/AAAAAAAABJA/S-4D_qAK_Es/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAP0gB8XI/AAAAAAAABI4/3xFicSD-J3Y/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346997851353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAP0gB8XI/AAAAAAAABI4/3xFicSD-J3Y/s400/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAPplKl0I/AAAAAAAABIw/gBp6UOibfyE/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346994920101698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAPplKl0I/AAAAAAAABIw/gBp6UOibfyE/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAPcjdHLI/AAAAAAAABIo/OnmPmmhEGCk/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346991423265970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBAPcjdHLI/AAAAAAAABIo/OnmPmmhEGCk/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7YO8r_PI/AAAAAAAABIg/3ZSfWvzOebM/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341644831685874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7YO8r_PI/AAAAAAAABIg/3ZSfWvzOebM/s400/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get a comment old friend in Friendster. She thought I'm married. No I'm not. Haha. And the one with me there is my nephew. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7XYPNhhI/AAAAAAAABII/ip14TBeBvKE/s1600-h/DSC00505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341630145431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7XYPNhhI/AAAAAAAABII/ip14TBeBvKE/s400/DSC00505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7XEMT85I/AAAAAAAABIA/cIzW35zWgvQ/s1600-h/DSC00623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350341624764560274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkA7XEMT85I/AAAAAAAABIA/cIzW35zWgvQ/s400/DSC00623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this the longest post and has the most pics on it. Good day everyone. XOXO. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-4077278939548168783?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4077278939548168783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=4077278939548168783&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4077278939548168783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4077278939548168783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-always-proud-to-be-sarawakian.html' title='I&apos;m Always Proud To Be A Sarawakian :)'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SkBLbkSOusI/AAAAAAAABLo/Tp2SRqYUHtE/s72-c/P8150201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-4924866338520431913</id><published>2009-06-18T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:55:08.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Does The Big Sunglass Can Hide The Pain In Her Eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjrTGy0t--I/AAAAAAAABHQ/8teM-nVa12s/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348819621131451362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjrTGy0t--I/AAAAAAAABHQ/8teM-nVa12s/s400/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnqp9ikMwI/AAAAAAAABHI/OlY5nts3TCE/s1600-h/1_334955314l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348564039094252290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnqp9ikMwI/AAAAAAAABHI/OlY5nts3TCE/s400/1_334955314l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp21ydUZI/AAAAAAAABHA/i-7KyLVXeTs/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348563160840098194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp21ydUZI/AAAAAAAABHA/i-7KyLVXeTs/s400/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp2kHiMII/AAAAAAAABG4/HFzG5uwhPGs/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348563156096659586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp2kHiMII/AAAAAAAABG4/HFzG5uwhPGs/s400/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp2ZIthxI/AAAAAAAABGw/7S_r9PaNshQ/s1600-h/DSC02081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348563153148806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp2ZIthxI/AAAAAAAABGw/7S_r9PaNshQ/s400/DSC02081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp2MRMRQI/AAAAAAAABGo/nhS5nLA-01c/s1600-h/DSC02087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348563149694715138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp2MRMRQI/AAAAAAAABGo/nhS5nLA-01c/s400/DSC02087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp11IkIwI/AAAAAAAABGg/ff4Ts_4dtpE/s1600-h/P8140194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348563143484515074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sjnp11IkIwI/AAAAAAAABGg/ff4Ts_4dtpE/s400/P8140194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or... did the smile can fake how much she wanted to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-4924866338520431913?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4924866338520431913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=4924866338520431913&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4924866338520431913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/4924866338520431913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-big-sunglass-can-hide-pain-in-her.html' title='Does The Big Sunglass Can Hide The Pain In Her Eyes?'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjrTGy0t--I/AAAAAAAABHQ/8teM-nVa12s/s72-c/DSC00360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-3165443445305680790</id><published>2009-06-15T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:34:58.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bumblebee'/><title type='text'>I Had A New Crush :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ever since I watched the first movie, I've been falling in love with him. Let me introduce you to my new crush. And last Saturday, when I'm down to earth (don't wanna talk about it), I called Alvin and he picked me up where then we go to the beach. After quite sometimes, then I can calm myself down. **Thanks**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347375150617910994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjWxXi1U3tI/AAAAAAAABFw/X6EgBaVTRTo/s400/bumblebee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then this is how he get my spirit back, he talk about paper modeling. Sounds cool isn't it. With excitement, I ask him, do they have BUMBLEBEE??? He said, "Yes, they had it." There he told me there's this guy who made BUMBLEBEE out of KFC box. COOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://wonderdasher.blog.sohu.com/59275208.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHECK IT OUT HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Even the pics above is from his site. Credit to this guy. He's COOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, I don't mind that I'm losing someone now. All that I care is, I love BUMBLEBEE. :) Maybe I should think of building my own Bumblebee soon. My dear Bumblebee. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347376709716075810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjWyyS7S5SI/AAAAAAAABF4/KWC9rPudk58/s400/Bumbleebee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Bumblebee. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-3165443445305680790?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3165443445305680790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=3165443445305680790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3165443445305680790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3165443445305680790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-new-crush.html' title='I Had A New Crush :)'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjWxXi1U3tI/AAAAAAAABFw/X6EgBaVTRTo/s72-c/bumblebee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-1409922452039160103</id><published>2009-06-12T08:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:23:04.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><title type='text'>Light Of A Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjGpL5pJ5kI/AAAAAAAABFY/dddCQjymz8k/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346240254582580802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjGpL5pJ5kI/AAAAAAAABFY/dddCQjymz8k/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I see I've been missing for quite sometimes. Er... Where should I start? Ok before that, this is a tribute to someone who remind me of how long I've been missing... Haha. But it doesn't mean that I stop following those blogs I've been following. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P/S : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://8ryproperties.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;, I'm back... Hahaha.. Kamek sikda pegi sine2... Ctok2 jak juak... Haha... :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, here it is. It's Gawai Holiday early if June and I'm on leave until 3rd. By end of May, I cancelled my tuition class and the tuition center need to find a replacement teacher. So, 30th of May, which is Saturday, I wait for the arrival of my family from Marudi. My parents came by boat, where my brother and my sister came by their own car. For the first time, the house damn full and crowded. I could've never been happier to see it full. You'll understand why I'm so happy if everyday you come  back home, all that you can see is an empty house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After lunch, I have to drive back to my mum's kampung for she want to celebrate Gawai there. So, there I drag my nephew for I don't feel really convenient alone back in long house. It's a long story make short, by 1st of June, we drove back to Miri. And my life getting bussier. Help my brother to clear my house. Cleaning and painting. Huhuhu... Well, since now I have my own house, my sis going to rent out her house. Kind of good investment. Rather than MLM bussiness. Haha. I'm still amused by Ary's latest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://8ryproperties.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-warning-u.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;. It kind of funny. Haha. But honestly, I use Amway product myself. Not for real purpose of "cepat kaya" scheme, but it's a trusted brand and I found myself satisfied with the product. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: This is a personal opinion, have no intention to promote any product or whatsoever. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Erm, one more reason why I've been missing for quite sometimes is my SE's phone battery got problem and I need to replace a new battery. So, I'm out of equipment to capture nice pic. :( And since the phone out of function, I'm back with this classical black and white Nokia phone. :D (Ok, I capture this pic via my SE phone. Hehe. Now I've got it a new battery. :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346240255461682370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjGpL86v7MI/AAAAAAAABFg/oTzpeIINFTU/s400/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, back to something more serious. During this few days of "missing", I just lots of thing a thought. Maybe it's about time to transform myself into someone better. Not that I'm saying I'm an evil witch but I just miss lots of thing in my life. I just want to live a peachful life.No more too much fun. Concentrate more on God. Concentrate more on paying my car and my house. Concentrate more on saving money to renovate my house.Concentrate more on how to decorate my house.Hmm... I guess now my life dedicate more to myself, my family and my property, things that I get on my own. I work for it, even though it's not a Mercedes or BMW. Oreven though it's only a small house and not a big bungalow or a mansion, stillI'm proud of it. At least I get it on my own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for now, I just want to give myself a chance to start a better life. Such as below complicated drawing.... #^&amp;amp;*((#@#+ ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346240259642021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjGpMMfa1mI/AAAAAAAABFo/G6vYmtmvfXg/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-1409922452039160103?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1409922452039160103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=1409922452039160103&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/1409922452039160103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/1409922452039160103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/06/light-of-start.html' title='Light Of A Start'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SjGpL5pJ5kI/AAAAAAAABFY/dddCQjymz8k/s72-c/DSC00788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-6187660924086120465</id><published>2009-05-25T08:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:13:03.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lirik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><title type='text'>Selalu Mengalah - 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jelaskan padaku isi hatimu&lt;br /&gt;seberapa besar kau yakin padaku&lt;br /&gt;untuk tetap bisa bertahan denganku&lt;br /&gt;menjaga cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pertengkaran yang terjadi&lt;br /&gt;seperti semua salahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;mengapa selalu aku yang mengalah&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah kah kau berpikir&lt;br /&gt;sedikit tentang hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mengapa ku yang harus selalu mengalah&lt;br /&gt;pantaskah hatiku&lt;br /&gt;masih bisa bersamamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_h3MdCZVCg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_h3MdCZVCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aku mengalah untuk kesekian kalinya... Tak mengapa, asal kau bahagia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-6187660924086120465?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6187660924086120465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=6187660924086120465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/6187660924086120465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/6187660924086120465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/05/selalu-mengalah-17.html' title='Selalu Mengalah - 17'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-3755993382823099863</id><published>2009-05-20T09:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:48:05.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Kuching - Miri Route For Al-Hussaini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, this post dedicatet to Al-Hussaini for asking me to draw a map on how to go to Miri from Kuching via driving. Oh dear, I'm not an artist to be frank. So here's what I get from the net. We use to do this last time back in Hengelo. Let's say we want to travel from each place to each place, we google it. Credit to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.my/maps/mpl?q=Sarawak&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;moduleurl=http://maps.google.com.my/help/maps/local_search/mapplet.html&amp;amp;mapclient=google&amp;amp;f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;utm_campaign=ms&amp;amp;utm_medium=ha&amp;amp;utm_source=ms-ha-apac-my-sk-gm&amp;amp;utm_term=sarawak%20map"&gt;google map&lt;/a&gt;. :) It help! Below is the one that I print screen from google map. Hey Saini, go to the link and study the map by yourself cause it's so detail if zoom the map and you can see almost every road. :) And it have a direction like the one at the second pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/ShNYXV77N7I/AAAAAAAABEo/v-sNCdjLCGw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337707141412894642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/ShNYXV77N7I/AAAAAAAABEo/v-sNCdjLCGw/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Ary, amacam? Bawa la tuan sang oren dan sang oren sekali tour satu Sarawak. Hehe. Hussaini di point A dan Mysterious Witch di point B. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337707766973647362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/ShNY7wVOygI/AAAAAAAABEw/sgBuJ0t7vzg/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... google the direction on google map really remind me of our so call plan to tour Europe which end up going only few places only. We don't even finish touring the whole Netherland. *&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;* Well, it's ok then, even though I seem to lose the oppotunity back then, who knows, next time I'll get something better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Hussaini, bila gik mauk embak sang oren ko ya datang Miri? Lalu Brunei, balit Lawas dan jalan gi KK. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-3755993382823099863?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3755993382823099863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=3755993382823099863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3755993382823099863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3755993382823099863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/05/kuching-miri-route-for-al-hussaini.html' title='Kuching - Miri Route For Al-Hussaini'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/ShNYXV77N7I/AAAAAAAABEo/v-sNCdjLCGw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-8338766333219759521</id><published>2009-05-18T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:10:29.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A Line From Saus Kacang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A quick update for today. Caught up with a movie by Ashraf Sinclair and his wife, Bunga Citra Lestari, Saus Kacang. There was one line that I really feel like want to blog about. That line was so meaningful. Maybe not for everyone, but for me, it do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;untuk mengerti orang yang enggak punya perasaan, kita juga enggak boleh punya perasaan&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/6262438654760922187-8338766333219759521?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8338766333219759521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=8338766333219759521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/8338766333219759521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/8338766333219759521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/05/line-from-saus-kacang.html' title='A Line From Saus Kacang'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-511689310122041359</id><published>2009-05-14T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:22:44.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq2KgzKETBw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hq2KgzKETBw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To all guys out there, have you ever really loved a woman in your life? Have you ever think of how much she sacrifice everything in her life, just to be near to you? Just to have a look. Just to hear your voice. It doesn't matter if you're mad at her, as long as she can be near you. As long as she can see you there. That was more than enough to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tell me, have you ever really love a woman? How much? How far? Or you'll give it up, just like that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To understand her - you gotta know it deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hear every thought - see every dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N' give her wings - when she wants to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she needs somebody to tell herthat it's gonna last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let her hold you - til ya know how she needs to be touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You've gotta breathe her - really taste her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Til you can feel her in your blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one she needs somebody to tell her that you'll always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You got to give her some faith - hold her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A little tenderness - gotta treat her right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She will be there for you, takin' good care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ya really gotta love your woman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know you really love a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love a woman you tell herthat she's really wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one she needs somebody to tell herthat it's gonna last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So tell me have you ever really - really really ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just tell me have you ever really, really, really, ever loved a woman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You got to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just tell me have you ever really,really, really, ever loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-511689310122041359?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/511689310122041359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=511689310122041359&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/511689310122041359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/511689310122041359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-really-loved-woman.html' title='Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-6757384307616008183</id><published>2009-04-29T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:07:28.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Back Stab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sfe1IftiPaI/AAAAAAAABEA/Kkk76TjG51c/s1600-h/BACKSTAB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329927841572339106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sfe1IftiPaI/AAAAAAAABEA/Kkk76TjG51c/s400/BACKSTAB.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all backstabber out there, just a mere reminder, I'm strong enought to endure it. Go on, backstab even more. I'll always pray for you no matter what. Because you're not the one who's in charge of my happiness. I do. One fine day, the truth will reveal. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/S : I made the lousy drawing myself via paint. I know it's ugly but at least it shows what I want everyone to see. Just a matter of perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-6757384307616008183?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6757384307616008183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=6757384307616008183&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/6757384307616008183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/6757384307616008183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-stab.html' title='Back Stab'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Sfe1IftiPaI/AAAAAAAABEA/Kkk76TjG51c/s72-c/BACKSTAB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-3292906328332401276</id><published>2009-04-21T08:06:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:07:35.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Friendship Award From Ary =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0ONkA5rWI/AAAAAAAABBI/fYkLdq0zYBc/s1600-h/GA_Award_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326929560417709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0ONkA5rWI/AAAAAAAABBI/fYkLdq0zYBc/s400/GA_Award_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; The RuLes:&lt;br /&gt;1.Place the award logo in one post as soon as you receive it.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do not forget to mention who gives you the award.&lt;br /&gt;3.Answer the award's question by writing the reason why you love blogging.&lt;br /&gt;4.Tags and distribute this award to as many friends as you like.&lt;br /&gt;5.Do not forget to place their links in your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Yep, that's the logo... Really appreciate it. It make me wonder how really simple thing can make your day and make you happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. Who gave me the award????? He is someone I never met. He is someone I barely knew and he is someone who I can call friend now. :) &lt;em&gt;*make it a dramatic introduction*&lt;/em&gt; He is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://8ryproperties.blogspot.com/2009/04/friend-or-fiend.html"&gt;ARY =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3. I love blogging because I'm happy when someone read my post. I love blogging because through this, I found lots of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. Ary, you deserve the award back, and I already link you to it.... And for now, this award distribute to all friends and fellow blogger who always be there to read my post and spend sometimes to write a comment here. No words can express how much I appreciate it. Thanks a zillionssss... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here is my fellow blogger friend that I want them to have the award as well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kcynodia.blogspot.com/"&gt;al-hussaini&lt;/a&gt; (been knowing him since matriculation 2001, back in Kuching, then further it into uni year and we're in the same class, btw, I still remember our matrix number is next to each other cause we registered together.. haha... aku gik ada simpan gambar ko ngan siti nok aku curi dari frenster ko ya, so engkah la balit sitok.. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326935749683632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0T10042uI/AAAAAAAABBQ/KCwqKIpIT5w/s400/1_176198131l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://reptoz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Willie&lt;/a&gt; (never met him but he's so nice that he put my blog link in his blog roll and always spend sometimes to drop by and left a comment. Below is a snapshot of his blog I took last time. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326937542304143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0VeK27GfI/AAAAAAAABBY/ErNvPugPfCg/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://jeoffrynasir.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeoffry Nasir&lt;/a&gt; (first time he drop by my blog, he called me a Quilting Lady. Haha, funny Jeof. And it's ironic we never met each other even though we live in the same city. :p And Jeof, you know what, it's funny how I force my friend Michelle to put the farewell card into your house letter box. hahaha. I told myself that I must put the card in the box by that day or else he won't received the card for months since he's off to KL to further study. Jeof, how's KL? Hehe...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326938235923708770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0WGiytu2I/AAAAAAAABBo/tCVagJUy4Kk/s400/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326938696132203826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0WhVM-FTI/AAAAAAAABBw/KKZ0oivWlRU/s400/snapshot-24_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jeof, why hide your face behind the card? haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326938695127657090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0WhRdd6oI/AAAAAAAABB4/7iT2GE0SgNg/s400/snapshot-25_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kaiserstan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaisertan (Keep On Fighting)&lt;/a&gt; - He's my classmate for one year during matriculation. We've been friend since then. I still remember last time, I do really need help but there's no one to help me. Andappreciate it with a thick face, I asked from him and he helped me. That is one thing I will never ever forget about him, even till the day I die. He's a real friend even though almost never met at all after matriculation. But dear God, please bless him, he's a friend through thick and thin. No words can express how much I appreciate his help during that time. What is thing, let's just keep it until here. I need help and he's there. Thanks. No awards in this world can repay how much I .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://venez2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Venez&lt;/a&gt; - He's an Airforce Officer who love paintball and he's someone I never met. One thing funny about him, he keep on calling me dude where most of the time I correct him that I'm a girl. Haha. He had it in his mind that is very rare for a girl to play paintball since I ask him hell lots of question regarding paintball. (I think he got bored I asked way too much, hahaha) But thanks Venez, you're so kind for answering all my question. You deserve this award. :) And thanks for placing my link in your blog roll. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326945914448185506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0dFfhnCKI/AAAAAAAABCI/Jxr1_F9SMPI/s400/venez+blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://lovenhopenlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Casper&lt;/a&gt; - She's someone I never met as well. But she's very kind for always come and drop by my blog and left some comments.. Thanks Casper, even though I never met you, I know you're so damn nice. :) Really hope one day we can meet. :) I hope you don't mind I take below pic from your blog. :) Casper is in the middle. It's Sandra on the left and Prinda on the right side. Sandra and Prinda is my ex room mate back in Kuching matriculation. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326945317681028450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0ciwZO3WI/AAAAAAAABCA/Qvc_jm4c0Os/s400/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://chelrinj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; - She's my ex room mate back in Kuching Matrix last time. I'm touched she still remember what is the name I used to be called. :p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954865089733250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0lOfQ2YoI/AAAAAAAABCQ/vmulUBkXf7c/s400/chel%26mama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And this award is for some non-blogger friend as well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Siti Paspa - She's my housemate last time before she get married. I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959766439171250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0pryNnlLI/AAAAAAAABCw/54oL_m-N8MU/s400/1_334955314l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Qorieyanti - I love you babes. You deserve this award. :) If you read this, I love you. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959771078333362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0psDfrk7I/AAAAAAAABC4/w45D0toHRXc/s400/Image220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;- This is for Ing Ing as well. She's so nice. We're from the same astrological star, so we're so similar to each other in attitude. Haha. You rocks babes.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965377878638226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0uyadCvpI/AAAAAAAABDA/I3DJs_qfTWE/s400/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- This is Lily (I'm not sure the spelling is correct) - She's gorgoues and you should meet her in real life. She's so much prettier in person. Thanks for being a good friend even though this is just our first time met. Ignore my pale face in the pic with Lily and Ing2 cause they already wash away my make up since I come the class where Lily teaching facial and make up as part time. That day, Ing2 don't have a model so she put me on the bed and wash my face. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965385951732578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0uy4h0Y2I/AAAAAAAABDY/GaAHogQhk2g/s400/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965376890681666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0uyWxfuUI/AAAAAAAABDI/UEyBtiCJPEE/s400/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;- Here is a tribute to my another 2 good friends, Alvin and Khairul. No words can express how much I appreciate you guys as a friend. Alvin, you've listen to my hearts so much. Thanks for always supporting me even though deep down, you and I know what I'm doing is just not right. But I promise you, I'll get myself out of this gutter myself. Picture below is our first time in Alvin's new car. Hehehe. City baru ooooo... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965380240420114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0uyjQIrRI/AAAAAAAABDQ/AgOx9vmy1eI/s400/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Never forgetting niece, Priscilla and her boyfriend Max. They somehow always make my day. I love both of you. Thanks for being such a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959766542186066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0prymLdlI/AAAAAAAABCo/6LKLWVnknkM/s400/DSC01513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sorry if I miss out anyone... I'm just human. :) To all my friends out there, this award is for you. Sincerely yours, Mysterious Witch Of The East a.k.a Light of Beginning. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959765186755442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0prtjBO3I/AAAAAAAABCg/CV2z29OPMg4/s400/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peach. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959765627045346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0prvL_heI/AAAAAAAABCY/7TzF9kkHQXE/s400/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO.....&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/6262438654760922187-3292906328332401276?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3292906328332401276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=3292906328332401276&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3292906328332401276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/3292906328332401276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-award-from-ary.html' title='Friendship Award From Ary =)'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/Se0ONkA5rWI/AAAAAAAABBI/fYkLdq0zYBc/s72-c/GA_Award_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-2657663766988846538</id><published>2009-04-17T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:07:09.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I Told You So - Carrie Underwodd &amp; Randy Travis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvTwFl6OIAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvTwFl6OIAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not really in the mood to blog lately. There's so much things happen and somehow I really feel tired. I feel pathetic. I feels like I want to give up after all. And I had in mind that I wanna stop blogging. What say you? :( Maybe, enough is enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And suppose I said "I wanna come back home". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And suppose I cried and said "I think I finally learned my lesson" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I'm tired a-spendin' all my time alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I told you that I realised you're all I ever wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And it's killin' me to be so far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would you tell me that you loved me too and would we cry together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or would you simply laugh at me and say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I told you so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh I told you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I told you some day you come crawling back and asking me to take you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I told you so, but you had to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I got down on my knees and told you I was yours forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would you get down on yours too and take my hand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would we get that old time feelin', would we laugh and talk for hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The way we did when our love first began? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would you tell me that you'd missed me too and that you'd been so lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you waited for the day that I return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And we'd live in love forever and that I'm your one and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or would you say the tables finally turned? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would you say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I told you so, oh I told you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I told you some day you come crawling back and asking me to take you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I told you so, but you have to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-2657663766988846538?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2657663766988846538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=2657663766988846538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2657663766988846538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2657663766988846538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-told-you-so-carrie-underwodd-randy.html' title='I Told You So - Carrie Underwodd &amp;amp; Randy Travis'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-2183250883336831247</id><published>2009-04-06T08:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:11:14.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Paint Ball Game In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I wake up this morning, I feel like I’m going to collapse again because there was pain all over my body. Haha. Not that I get shot anywhere on my body but I guess my muscle was shocked when out of a sudden I do this kind of activity. Just imagine I’ve been standing for 3 hours teaching Add Math in the morning. I wake up 8.30 in the morning and prepare to go to class which going to start at 9.30 and end at 12.30. Then going back home to eat the prepared food which I can’t finish, not even half. (lost appetite this 2 days, even the night before, I don’t have my dinner. Hmmm…. And yet I need to go to play paintball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wrist. See the bruise??? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlWK7kLq4I/AAAAAAAABBA/suGxjiAgjhs/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321379180503083906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlWK7kLq4I/AAAAAAAABBA/suGxjiAgjhs/s400/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUhema0XI/AAAAAAAABA4/Et8TpyIC36c/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321377368841572722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUhema0XI/AAAAAAAABA4/Et8TpyIC36c/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuwu... It's LEVI's.... Warrgggghhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUg0Xt5jI/AAAAAAAABAw/EwWp9qU3OHI/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321377357505619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUg0Xt5jI/AAAAAAAABAw/EwWp9qU3OHI/s400/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jacket and some left over paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUgznCxxI/AAAAAAAABAo/HlWH44XpJF0/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321377357301466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUgznCxxI/AAAAAAAABAo/HlWH44XpJF0/s400/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got shot at my thumb, minor bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUgvDA_4I/AAAAAAAABAg/65R2X2WdbAs/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321377356076613506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUgvDA_4I/AAAAAAAABAg/65R2X2WdbAs/s400/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game, candid by Alvin. HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUCWm4PMI/AAAAAAAABAY/oBo1VjYuVeg/s1600-h/05042009205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321376834120072386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlUCWm4PMI/AAAAAAAABAY/oBo1VjYuVeg/s400/05042009205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hilarious and fun. :) Oh ya, I got shot at the corner of lips as well. Wonder how the pallet get through my mask and hit my lips. Wuwuwu... But I didn't realize it until I look at the mirror and there was bruise at the corner of my lip. Lipstick eh.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-2183250883336831247?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2183250883336831247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=2183250883336831247&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2183250883336831247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/2183250883336831247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/04/paint-ball-game-in-town.html' title='Paint Ball Game In Town'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WWJx3UGd0N4/SdlWK7kLq4I/AAAAAAAABBA/suGxjiAgjhs/s72-c/DSC00727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262438654760922187.post-6258190730137366493</id><published>2009-04-03T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:50:12.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lirik'/><title type='text'>Gitar Berbunyi - Saloma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeAX3IxdQq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeAX3IxdQq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gitar berbunyi malam sunyi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku menyanyi seorang diri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bulan mengambang cahaya terang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walau seorang hatiku riang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angin berhembus bawa salam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abang di sana rindu dendam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pandanglah bulan di langit biru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hilangkan dendam serta rindu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gitar berbunyi malam sunyi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku menyanyi seorang diri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bulan mengambang cahaya terang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walau seorang hatiku riang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bunga di taman segar indah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sehingga kumbang hanti gundah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalaulah hati ingin menyunting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jangan dinanti bertukar musim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gitar berbunyi malam sunyi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku menyanyi seorang diri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bulan mengambang cahaya terang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walau seorang hatiku senang &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262438654760922187-6258190730137366493?l=mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6258190730137366493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262438654760922187&amp;postID=6258190730137366493&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/6258190730137366493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262438654760922187/posts/default/6258190730137366493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriouswitchoftheeast.blogspot.com/2009/04/gitar-berbunyi-saloma.html' title='Gitar Berbunyi - Saloma'/><author><name>Mysterious Witch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12884211511253480673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01025962850483193699'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>