<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621</id><updated>2012-01-25T02:42:22.582+08:00</updated><category term='Sophia'/><category term='edward cullen'/><category term='sport'/><category term='mood'/><category term='Tarsius Pumilus'/><category term='poem'/><category term='advice'/><category term='books'/><category term='kawai'/><category term='JB'/><category term='song'/><category term='furbys-real'/><category term='tricky'/><category term='keje'/><category term='nice story'/><category term='menganggur'/><category term='quoted'/><category term='bacteria'/><category term='furbys'/><category term='bijak'/><category term='7 perkara'/><category term='wo bu nan guo'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='sesat'/><category term='capsquare'/><category term='lina&apos;s wedding'/><category term='shakespeare&apos;s secret'/><category term='prom night'/><category term='brilliant'/><category term='wind'/><category term='tree'/><category term='leaf'/><category term='love'/><category term='chinese'/><category term='soalan'/><title type='text'>kokoro to kimochi</title><subtitle type='html'>heart and feelings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-561725578478775354</id><published>2010-02-28T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:38:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Economics English</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a few novels these recent days, a habit that never failed to entertain me (I mean besides watching movies and drama series of course). Nowadays, I realized these novels provided me a lot of optimism and courage to go through life but not the knowledge about life itself. I tried reading a few educational and even motivational books but that doesn't really excites me as novels did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once said to me 'I tau you suka membaca tapi tak guna kalau asyik baca novel cinta and life jer. You should read other educational books that will provide you the benefits in your working field...blablabla..." And the comment continued for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit what he said is true. I love reading, but I read only novels and a few biographies. I don't really read books on economics or banking that will definitely help me in my job and somehow, that has influenced me in the way of writing my report to the boss. He will always complain, "You write good English but not economics English." - mind you, he said the same things to my other colleagues too. Okay, what he said was true. I'm not from economics background, and my only source of knowledge in economics right now is from the daily newspapers and a few analysts reports, which for me, uses very simple English. I tried to do the same thing, changing the terms and even shorten the sentences to make it sounds better. But, I'll get the same comment everytime I submitted them to him. He even suggested I watch CNBC and BBC in Astro to improve my way of writing and vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did what I have to do and I tried to improve things and the way I did it, but well, human satisfaction is really hard to fulfill, so like Sidek said, 'you should pray hard to God then'. Well, I guess I should now right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-561725578478775354?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/561725578478775354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=561725578478775354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/561725578478775354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/561725578478775354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2010/02/economics-english.html' title='Economics English'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-7761113404984771430</id><published>2010-02-25T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:21:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.L.A.S</title><content type='html'>Malas...malas...dan malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happen, but I've been having this kind of attitude since like forever. huhuhu.. Malas nak buat kerja, malas nak fikir, malas nak buat ayat yang bombastic, malas nak bagi komen yang lebih-lebih...blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ni selalu bangun pagi dengan perkataan..."Malasnya nak pegi keje hari ni" dan apabila sampai di office, "Malasnya nak buat kerja hari ni". Bila nak balik plak, "Lambatnya masa berjalan". Astaghfirullah..banyak betul makhluk bertanduk dalam diri aku ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been motivating myself to be more hardworking or to be more productive or to be more multi-tasking but with the word M.A.L.A.S stamped on my head, this thing would take much more effort&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I guess. huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browse wikipedia for the word laziness and it says that &lt;em&gt;laziness is a disinclination to activity or exertion despite having the ability to do so. Feelings of laziness may be a symptom of clinical depression or listlessness. &lt;/em&gt;Am I clinically depressed? I don't know! But M.A.L.A.S is one new creature inside which continuously eats my inner-side but leaving my flesh still sticking to the bone and still allow me to be apprently who I am, but lack of desire to do something I should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-7761113404984771430?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7761113404984771430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=7761113404984771430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7761113404984771430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7761113404984771430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2010/02/malas.html' title='M.A.L.A.S'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6571198890562712348</id><published>2010-02-25T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:36:49.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from McLaa</title><content type='html'>1. Adakah anda rasa anda HOT?&lt;br /&gt;~huahua...hot stuff macam pizza hut tu ker? wah...jauh panggang dari api&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Upload gambar kegemaran anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/S4ZNaAp0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vxJUecWnmnI/s1600-h/DSCN8162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442122308971161250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/S4ZNaAp0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vxJUecWnmnI/s320/DSCN8162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cerita pasal gambar&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite pictures although not the best pose featured. ni masa on the way nak tunggu bas nak pegi ke terengganu hari tu. nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bila kali terakhir anda makan pizza&lt;br /&gt;sekejap tadi. makan pizza yang dibeli di pasar tani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lagu terakhir anda dengar&lt;br /&gt;it's you by super junior dan juga tik tok by ke$ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apa yang anda buat selain menyelesaikan tag ini&lt;br /&gt;tengah fikir idea untuk novel yang dah lama terbengkalai. muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Selain nama sendiri anda di panggil nama apa?&lt;br /&gt;Girl, adik (by my siblings), mcrose (by my UIA frens), awan (by my secondary school frens), rose (by my office mate including my boss)...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tag lagi 8 orang&lt;br /&gt;~Muni&lt;br /&gt;~Shahida&lt;br /&gt;~Hariz&lt;br /&gt;~Nolly&lt;br /&gt;~Jas&lt;br /&gt;~Yana&lt;br /&gt;~Pojan&lt;br /&gt;~Padel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Siapakah orang no.1 kepada anda&lt;br /&gt;One of my best frens masa yang baru stat betol2 rapat selepas habis universiti. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kata sesuatu mengenai orang no. 5&lt;br /&gt;Jaslina, rumateku semasa di kuantan dahulu. wahahaha. lama giler tak jumpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. No. 3 ada hubungan ngan siapa&lt;br /&gt;Err....aku rasa dia masih single. Tapi dia hot stuff macam mclaa gak. wahahaha. tettt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bagaimana pula dengan no. 4&lt;br /&gt;Aaa...ni budak kenalan di UIA dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pesanan kepada orang no. 6&lt;br /&gt;Cepat lahirkan baby yang sihat. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kata-kata cinta tok no. 2&lt;br /&gt;mwolla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adakah no. 7 dan 8 punya persamaan?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...mereka kawan aku di UIA dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Berikan 5 yang anda tahu tentang orang yang men'tag' anda&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;1- keje kat PROPEL&lt;br /&gt;2- kelantanese macam aku&lt;br /&gt;3- gila facebooking&lt;br /&gt;4- single mingle macam aku&lt;br /&gt;5- separuh saiz aku. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Persamaan antara kambing ngan lembu?&lt;br /&gt;sedap buat gulai kawah. wahahaha. (teringat kat momo*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Perasaan anda buat tag ini&lt;br /&gt;rasa nak gelak sebab dah lama tak buat tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Adakah anda tahu si razman itu sengal?&lt;br /&gt;razman adalah nama kepada ex-boyfriend kakak aku dahulu. wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. GAY or LESS?&lt;br /&gt;girlish and spoilt~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6571198890562712348?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6571198890562712348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6571198890562712348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6571198890562712348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6571198890562712348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title='Tag from McLaa'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/S4ZNaAp0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vxJUecWnmnI/s72-c/DSCN8162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2579338544015975748</id><published>2009-12-20T02:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:17:43.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serotonin</title><content type='html'>You think you're in love? wahahahahaha....wait another three years and see what happen. If you stay with him/her, then....it IS love beyond the chemical reaction and physical attraction that you were having three years ago. Or else, you were totally screwed up by this serotonin buddy who blinds you all the way through until one day you said to yourself...why the hell am I falling for this guy/girl again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...this serotonin plays important role in your changing mood [mind you that serotonin also has effects on your appetite, sleep and geeneral metabolism]. People in love has high serotonin level and thus it indirectly 'blinds' them. That's why no matter what you say about their partner, they will never be bothered. Serotonin just won't let go of this people. weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;It takes 2-3 years for the 'love' serotonin to last. So, if after three years, you're still bearable with the same person, then say goodbye to serotonin cause this time maybe, you are truly in love. wahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think this serotonin buddy really plays me. Yup, maybe my 'love' serotonin level has come down to its bottom. wahahaha. I'm glad though. I don't know why, but I can tell like 10 reasons for not liking the same person that I used to like. hohoohohohhoho...playgirl type! Or maybe, it's not time for me to fall in love yet. I mean, with the right person. I believe, God has better plans for me and I believe Him. Whatever it is, I think I'll follow with what mclaa always says, go with the flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sources:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_(scientific_views)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wiki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2579338544015975748?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2579338544015975748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2579338544015975748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2579338544015975748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2579338544015975748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/12/serotonin.html' title='serotonin'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-236516179583238003</id><published>2009-11-01T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:58:31.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>I'm missing someone right now. The fact that he does not know that I miss him, is basically the most hurtful one. Well...he's somewhere in foreign land and never knowing that I like him is the most interesting part. Well, I've been...you know...advising my friends on showing their true feelings towards the one that they like but in reality is, I'm also afraid. Not actually afraid of being laughed or anything that can be some sort of it...it's just that...well...I guess a simple NO is the answer then. huhuhuhu...yes..being REJECTED is what girls and guys feared the most when it comes to confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human afterall. If anybody said that she can bear with being rejected, she's totally bluffing. Don't believe her. Maybe as time goes by, she can learn to bear with it. But at that particular moment, deep inside, she'll be embarrased, afraid and again...embarrased. What's playing in her mind then are these sort of ideas; 'Will we be able to become friends after this?', Will I be able to literally start any conversation with him again...?' bla bla bla... and oh 'What if other people know that I am being rejected?' &lt;---[totally the scariest part] tsk...tsk...tsk...pity! But..that's what life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you my opinion on rejection. This does not represent all okay...it's just me and me only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rejection level 1: [When You Say Nothing At All]&lt;br /&gt; The smoothest rejection yet the most hated one. How can you recognize it? When he said....nothing. You confessed. You tell him how you feel. But the reply is...zero. It's like suddenly his mouth is zipped and he is mute. It's like your words are blown by the wind. huhuhuhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to do? Slowly erase him from your heart and find another guy. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rejection level 2: [Words Don't Come Easily]&lt;br /&gt;The double face rejection. For me, when a guy said 'We should stay as friends for the time being', actually he wants to say:&lt;br /&gt;i. '&lt;em&gt;I have a lot of commitment for the time being, I don't want to have any serious relationship yet&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;ii. '&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be your boyfriend, but I want to be your friend.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either or, you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rejection level 3: [The Heartbreaker Kid]&lt;br /&gt;The TOTAL rejection. He avoids your call. He doesn't want to know you anymore. No more sweet calls. No more good night messages. No more YOU in HIS world...if I can put it that way. If this happens, stay away from this parasite. He's nothing but a jerk! Ignore him totally. Find some other nice guys will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just what I think, a rejection will be. It's based on friends' experience and observation. I've been rejected once but that was years ago. At that time, I was just trying to win him back. But he said, 'We should stay as friends. Kalau ada jodoh, adalah,' which literally means I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore but I want to be your friend. Well, what's so bad about being friends with your exs? No harm will do, right? Let bygones be bygones. He's happy with his life right now and he's even getting married. I'm happy for him. Although, we are no closer than before, but that is what you need to sacrifice. Live happily okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-236516179583238003?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/236516179583238003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=236516179583238003&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/236516179583238003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/236516179583238003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/11/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6495952041314263937</id><published>2009-08-29T06:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:23:13.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been...</title><content type='html'>I think it's been a month since my last update. Not knowing what to write hesitates me to make a post in my blog. Besides, I've been on a busy track lately, filled with mostly unexpected work from the org. and definitely from my Chinese-look boss. I don't hate it. It's just.... I don't have extra time to make personal time as personal...if I can put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week in the blessed month and I don't think I've been better though I don't know whether I'm getting worse. It's still the same routine day by day; sahur, fasting, work, terawih, reciting al-qur'an and sleep as early as possible. I know I have to put up on something to make myself better than last year's Ramadhan but I don't seem able to do it. I mean, I know I am fasting but during the time, I waste it on something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagha&lt;/span&gt;. I go for terawih but I'll be sleepy throughout the prayer and wish it to end faster. I recite al-Qur'an but I don't really understand the meaning. And I definitely complain a lot about my work all the time. * sigh. I'm still a so-so Muslimah I guess. huhuhuhuhuhu. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam mana nak jadi Muslimah yang baik ni?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 weeks since I sent my parents to the airport. I miss them a lot though they call me frequently. They sound happy and I am so relieved that they are in good health there. Can't wait to see them in the next four weeks. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lambat lag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite sometime since my last hangout with my friends. I recently miss my friends especially Lina and Fadh and my schoolmates from Pengkalan Chepa. As for my another best friend, we're meeting today. Going to low yat to buy external. hahahaha...(n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for this entry then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6495952041314263937?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6495952041314263937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6495952041314263937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6495952041314263937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6495952041314263937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been.html' title='It&apos;s been...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1972069283337910270</id><published>2009-07-27T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:28:49.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now she's gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SmyD_DtRF7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BscE4j1Km4I/s1600-h/yasmin02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SmyD_DtRF7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BscE4j1Km4I/s320/yasmin02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362806375641585586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The picture is from &lt;a href="http://www.rumahfilm.org/wawancara/wawancara_yasmin.htm"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shocking death of one of the most aspiring director in Malaysia and Singapore, Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace and our prayers are always with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1972069283337910270?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1972069283337910270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1972069283337910270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1972069283337910270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1972069283337910270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-shes-gone.html' title='Now she&apos;s gone...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SmyD_DtRF7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BscE4j1Km4I/s72-c/yasmin02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3286760915546324289</id><published>2009-07-23T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:55:01.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quoted'/><title type='text'>The Masterpiece of Truth</title><content type='html'>I received an e-mail from a colleague called a masterpiece of truth. The contents conveyed much reality surrounding but I'll only share with you those which interest me most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'These are the times of fast food and slow digestion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big men and small characters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steep profits and shallow relationships,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more divorce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fancier houses, but broken homes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the days of quick trips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disposable diapers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throwaway morality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night stands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overweight bodies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one that attracts me most is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Life is not measured by the numbers of breath that we take,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       but by the moments that take our breath away.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-George Carlin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Nice! (n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3286760915546324289?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3286760915546324289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3286760915546324289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3286760915546324289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3286760915546324289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/07/masterpiece-of-truth.html' title='The Masterpiece of Truth'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3054417490899928124</id><published>2009-07-21T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:10:34.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Game</title><content type='html'>Entri ini tidak berkaitan dengan lagu Lady Gaga mahupun apa-apa lagu yang mempunyai tajuk yang sama [walaupun lagu tersebutla yang memberi inspirasi pada aku]. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[This entry is not suitable for those who are currently dating someone, engaged to someone or has already become someone's wife or husband.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess people just get involve in love game - unaware or not. With the kind of guys who had dark pasts and the one who cannot forget their previous girlfriends and ah...don't forget the ones that are 'supposedly' still searching but let the girls feel that they are the ones for them, yeah...girls nowadays tend to be indirectly suffering in such thing called the love game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, but for me, flirtatious people tend to give you too much compliment of yourself and makes you feel that you are the real special one for him or her [I guess my readers are not only girls]. Though most of the time, I think they don't even mean what they said and maybe it is not even their intention to make you feel different than the way you should feel, but it is still wrong. Giving compliment is okay, but you really shouldn't explain the compliment in detail. It's disgusting man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you (girls/guys) out there are still searching but already have a bunch of candidates in hand, make sure they don't know each other. Or else, that'll be the reason people will never trust you ever again. Besides, what's the point of giving false hopes to those guys/girls? If you want to start as friends, you should clarify that and make sure he/she understands. In the meantime, please behave i.e. friends are friends. There are no "more than friends but less than a lover" kind of thing. If the chemistry exists, then you take a step further i.e. confess, or I don't know, anything that can convey your feelings to him/her I guess. Afraid of being rejected? So what? It's life lady! You have to accept it. Or are you trying to be selfish i.e you'd rather hurt other people than hurt yourself? [ini yang nanti ada yang kena santau...kang padan muka ko!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're already in a relationship, make sure it really means it. Jangan berlagak single okay. You're hurting people here. And another thing...please don't make promises you cannot keep. It sucks man! Now what...you like people to keep waiting for you? If it's unavoidable, then it's a different matter. Or else, just shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love game? Nah...I'm not interested at all. But if you're bored and feeling like being punched, come on! Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak jugak masukkan lagu Lady Gaga walaupun takde kena mengena ngan entri emo ni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's play a love game, play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you want love or you want fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you in the game? Doin' the love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: entri ini takde kena mengena dengan yang hidup ataupun yang mati. So what? It's my entry okay!&lt;br /&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/12862621-3054417490899928124?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3054417490899928124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3054417490899928124&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3054417490899928124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3054417490899928124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-game.html' title='Love Game'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1134484798252488334</id><published>2009-07-17T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:40:54.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>Have you ever said something to someone that you never really mean it? Harsh or not, have you ever regretted saying those words to those people? I do. And recently it happened a lot of times and I'm getting mad at myself for saying those words. I never meant most of the words that I said but regrettably, it HAS been said. What else can I do then? I can say sorry and I know I'll be forgiven for it but will the 'scratches' healed? Will we be able to be the same again? I mean, I've hurt someone, be it with or without intention of doing it. What happened has happened and it's not like I can bend time and go back to that time, can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it feels weird to be forgiven for the harsh words that I've said. Deep down inside I felt guilty and I promised myself to never ever speak like that again. But well, I'm still a mere human. Somehow I realized that my mouth speaks like it has a life on its own. It made me said every bad words of the world and now the only part of my body that feels guilty about it is my heart. I know it's a bad word but I said it even though I don't intentionally feel like saying it. waaahhh...life is so hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at that time, anger made me said it. [so now, you're blaming on your temper?]. I guess I won't say anything bad if I'm not angry. But does anger permit you to say every bad things in the world to the person closest to you? Is bad temper a reason why you have a bad mouth? I guess that's why our Prophet said that temper is from the devils and you can cool it down with ablution and salawat on him. I guess I should do it when I'm having my bad mood or bad day or whatsoever bad it can be because it's really bad and it's not good at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1134484798252488334?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1134484798252488334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1134484798252488334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1134484798252488334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1134484798252488334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2987232131015397712</id><published>2009-07-12T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:26:22.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billie Jean</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know it's kind of outdated already, but I really like this song from MJ. There are others like Smooth Criminal, Heal The World, Will You Be There etc but for me, personally, I really like Billie Jean. This song really shows the uniqueness of Michael Jackson i.e the dance, the voice. Outstanding, irreplaceable performer and one in a million. RIP MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fHoDWc22B0&amp;amp;hl=" width="400" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xe87a9f" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite from Billie Jean is this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People always told me be careful of what you do&lt;br /&gt;And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And mother always told me be careful of who you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be careful of what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause the lie becomes the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to anybody. It's just, it's a good advice! ahaks (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MJ also said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...you really should think twice of anything you do! Jangan suka hati mak bapak jer ek! People have hearts and they always remember when you do something baaaaaaad to them. Always think twice! (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm thankful that MJ is a Muslim. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lyrics: taken from azlyrics)&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/12862621-2987232131015397712?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2987232131015397712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2987232131015397712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2987232131015397712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2987232131015397712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/07/billie-jean.html' title='Billie Jean'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4700602533429979478</id><published>2009-07-09T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:06:37.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which then turn into a quiet thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which then turn into a quiet word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til it was a battle cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Regina Spektor, The Call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It really started out as a feeling when you like someone. You'll turn the feeling to having a crush and you'll do crazy, unexpected things just to get her/his attention. If the feelings finally reached her/him and if you're lucky enough, you'll end up marrying with her/him. And that's a kind of &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; that everybody wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But sometimes, it didn't turn out the way you want it to be. And that time, you said, "Why am I always sad? Life is so cruel to me. Why can't I be happy like anyone else?" You broke down. You felt helpless. But you remember God said, I know what's best for you. You smiled and you know this is what &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is what makes human, human and makes you, you. It's not always beautiful and it's certainly the toughest teacher you've ever met. Learn and adapt and you'll never regret what you've been through. Don't succumb to life no matter how cruel it can be. Live life the fullest but never forget The Almighty. Learn, work, play and let Him determine what's best for us. Who knows, the best part is yet to come. (n_n)v &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4700602533429979478?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4700602533429979478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4700602533429979478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4700602533429979478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4700602533429979478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is.html' title='Life is...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4189073974283558795</id><published>2009-06-30T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:56:14.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kuala Lumpur, 30 June - Beberapa ekor lembu telah dijumpai terlantar di atas rak berdekatan dengan surau di dalam sebuah kompleks membeli-belah yang berdekatan dengan Taman Danau Desa dua hari yang lepas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembu-lembu tersebut yang terlantar tanpa pakaian telah menarik perhatian beberapa pengunjung kompleks membeli-belah tersebut. Walaupun tiada kesesakan lalu lintas dilaporkan, pengaliran wang keluar oleh beberapa pengunjung tempat tersebut telah menyebabkan kekurangan lembu-lembu di rak itu semakin menjadi-jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salah seorang pengunjung, Cik Zaitul Fazila Zakaria yang telah menghabiskan wangnya kerana lembu-lembu tersebut berkata, dia tidak mampu menahan perasaan apabila melihat lembu-lembu itu seperti memanggil-manggil namanya. "Saya kesian tengok lembu-lembu itu. Dahla tak berpakaian, terlantar plak atas rak. Kat tepi surau pulak tu. Kesian diaorang. Sebab tu saya rela menghabiskan duit. Takder masalah," katanya lagi sambil tersenyum riang dan memegang erat salah seekor lembu yang menarik perhatiannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seorang lagi pengunjung yang merupakan kawan baik Cik Zaitul Fazila, Cik Roslini Ashari juga tidak kisah kesengkekan duit di dalam dompetnya, semata-mata untuk menyelamatkan lembu-lembu yang terletak di atas rak tersebut. "Saya okay jer. Lagipun saya melakukannya demi menyelamatkan maruah lembu yang tidak berpakaian itu daripada dicemari. Apalah sangat duit saya ni jika dibandingkan dengan keadaan mereka yang agak terbiar di atas rak ni. Saya terharu melihat diaorang yang merenung saya dan kawan baik saya dengan pandangan yang sayu dan tidak bermaya. Sebab tu saya tak kisah," Cik Roslini berkata sambil mencium lembu putih pilihannya. Mereka berdua mengambil keputusan untuk menamakan lembu masing-masing dengan satu nama iaitu Momo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keprihatinan mereka berdua telah menarik perhatian beberapa pengunjung yang lain yang juga mengambil keputusan untuk menyelamatkan lembu-lembu tersebut. Sikap begini haruslah dipuji dan dijadikan teladan. Majulah sukan untuk negara! - Tuan Punya Momo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353149717043049538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sko1TjHVdEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AAz0TG_AapA/s320/DSCN0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4189073974283558795?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4189073974283558795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4189073974283558795&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4189073974283558795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4189073974283558795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/06/momo.html' title='Momo'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sko1TjHVdEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AAz0TG_AapA/s72-c/DSCN0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5150658138066096540</id><published>2009-06-30T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:24:14.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why did it turn out like this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did she turn her back on me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did he ignore me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did he give me this kind of work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are you mad at me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did she stare at me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did she say that to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why...why...and why. Okay, I am human like you. With flesh and bone easily scratched and broken. I do complain like others and I do whine when I feel like doing it. But, if you complain just to make sure the attention is fixed on you or you complain the same thing everytime just to find a topic to start a conversation, that's not a good idea. NOT AT ALL! Okay, I never said that you can't complain at all but be rational. Complaining is a good behaviour, of course. Why? Coz it is one way for you to reveal or to say your dissatisfaction towards someone or something and it's a way to ask an opinion on how to solve a problem indirectly. For example, &lt;em&gt;'Eh, rambut aku ni kasar giler. Boleh buat berus sabut&lt;/em&gt;.' Then your friend might suggest a few kind of shampoo to fix your problem. See, that settles a problem. But, if you keep bugging your friend about the same thing, tell me who won't be annoyed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining won't solve a problem unless you say it to the right person. You don't talk and talk and let the matters hanging. You talk and talk and you figure out what you have to do to solve it. You have to have courage to speak to the person involved or find out a solution to make sure the same thing won't happen again. Or else, it'll be a never ending story. (juz like my work....see I'm complaining again!) and you'll keep suffering the same thing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5150658138066096540?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5150658138066096540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5150658138066096540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5150658138066096540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5150658138066096540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1793179223398432915</id><published>2009-06-22T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:25:55.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey, the wedding and the conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the attending-wedding-day again. I went to Mclaa's place and stayed overnight there as planned. The wonderful part was, we went there by Sophia. hahahaha (Finally she has grown up---&gt;she was driven out of KL and even Selangor. hehehe) We went to Perak actually to attend a friend/blogger's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a rainy morning. We went to buy the bulb first as I forgot to do so the previous day. After picking up Haikal at the Petronas station, we continued the journey with a brighter day. [actually I'm quite greatful that it was raining that morning as Sophia haven't bathed that week hehehehe].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haikal drove along the journey, Mc Laa was the co-driver and Ina and I were the passengers. I was really happy to be a passenger as I grew tired of being a driver or co-driver. I wonder how does a bus driver feel. hmmm...(mcrose dah stat melalut). We arrived at Pojan's wedding place around 2 something I guess after 'a longer route' drive. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great wedding with so many people attending it and it wasn't only A wedding. I was informed that there was another couple, a brother to the bride. Wah, two couples in one wedding. hehehehe...that sounds like fun! (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was perfect. A lot of people, good food, a lot of friends around, cute photographer (n_n)v and of course...beautiful dresses [be it worn by the brides and bridegrooms or the guests..they made people look nice and I love it!]. I won't elaborate more on the wedding as all of you can see the pictures in &lt;a href="http://imfazila.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-terakhir-bulan-ni.html"&gt;Mc Laa's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to be continued&lt;/span&gt;.....[I'm sleepy and I've got a report to submit tomorrow! Actually the best part is yet to come. Wait aaa....]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1793179223398432915?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1793179223398432915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1793179223398432915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1793179223398432915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1793179223398432915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/06/journey-wedding-and-conversation.html' title='The journey, the wedding and the conversation'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5577974419238302414</id><published>2009-06-14T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:31:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterscotch and a tin of Nescafe</title><content type='html'>Do you know what's the worst part of the day? Coming to the office and you surf the internet just to find that the page that you wanted to open is currently busy and you cannot do your work that your boss want on Monday (Please read this in one breath). Yup, that's what happening to me! Argh...didn't expect the page to be 'currently busy'. huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, I'm trying to comfort myself with a tin of nescafe and a slice of Butterscotch. Oh well, things like this do happen right? So, what's next? How about watching movie in Capsquare? Hmm...what's good now ek? Blood? oooo...the anime blood+ in real life. Hmm..sounds good. Or maybe Drag Me To Hell? Nah...I'll watch it with someone else. I'm not watching ghost movie alone. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking sip after sip of my light brownish Nescafe and enjoying yet another slice of Butterscotch to, again, try to comfort that I can finish the work by tonight. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami sama tasukete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5577974419238302414?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5577974419238302414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5577974419238302414&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5577974419238302414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5577974419238302414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/06/tin-of-nescafe-and-slice-of.html' title='Butterscotch and a tin of Nescafe'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8010884257147865558</id><published>2009-05-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:12:27.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen III</title><content type='html'>It's a fine day and it's near a kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: How long has it been for you?&lt;br /&gt;B: What?&lt;br /&gt;A: Breaking up with your ex-boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;B: Emm...4 months I guess.&lt;br /&gt;A: I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;B: Him who?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B stared at A and kept silent for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: He's alone?&lt;br /&gt;A: No. With a girl.&lt;br /&gt;B: Do you know that girl?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, I do.&lt;br /&gt;B: Who?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B stared at A for the second time and this time B continued to be silent for a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: What were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nothing. They were just laughing and eating.&lt;br /&gt;B: Owh, probably they were just meeting for work.&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;B: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;A: They were holding hands when they walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, again, B stared at A for the longest time and B didn't talk for the whole day since the last conversation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following questions are based on individual's heart and feeling. The conversation above is only explaining the situation. Please choose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I)&lt;/strong&gt; Which one would hurt you the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your ex-boyfriend already has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend is your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your best friend doesn't tell you that she is your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;4. The fact that your best friend and your ex-boyfriend met each other behind you.&lt;br /&gt;5. You're not sure coz you want to clarify the rumour first.&lt;br /&gt;6. This thing does not hurt you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II)&lt;/strong&gt; How will you respond [to the rumour]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stalk your ex-boyfriend [ask people what he's been up to lately]&lt;br /&gt;2. Consult your best friend and ask whether the rumour is true.&lt;br /&gt;3. Consult your ex-boyfriend instead of your best friend [coz, you don't wanna ruin the friendship]&lt;br /&gt;4. Thinking of not talking to your best friend anymore [coz you feel that your best friend cheated you]&lt;br /&gt;5. Try all the mean things in the world to make sure it won't work out between them [just like those methods used in Korean series]&lt;br /&gt;6. Ignore them. 'None of my concern,' u said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III)&lt;/strong&gt; What will you regret the most after hearing the news [assuming that you think your best friend and your ex-boyfriend is having an affair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having your best friend as your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. Leaving your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3. Having the conversation with A just now.&lt;br /&gt;4. Having heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;5. You have introduced your best friend to your ex-boyfriend [if you didn't do it at that time, they won't become a couple coz they won't know each other---that's what you think]&lt;br /&gt;6. No regrets at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IV) &lt;/strong&gt;How will you respond [to their realtionship]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It won't work out between them/I pray they break up soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't really care but I hope they break up soon&lt;br /&gt;3. That cheater won't live long!&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't really care but I hope they'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;5. So what, they are not celebrities. They can do what ever they like.&lt;br /&gt;6. May Allah bless them. [hurting inside and with a fake smile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not perfect as we are humans. And human can be hypocrite. And hypocrite might some time be good. And being good is well liked by Him. And being well liked by Him is the purpose that we go through this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8010884257147865558?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8010884257147865558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8010884257147865558&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8010884257147865558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8010884257147865558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-queen-iii.html' title='Drama Queen III'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6979527052386270574</id><published>2009-05-17T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:00:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'About U' Tag</title><content type='html'>Macam biasa, tag daripada orang yang suka menge'tag'. hahahahha...from moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama timangan anda; rose, mcrose, adik, girl [for famillies only]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda seorang yang.... ; serius to the unknown, happy-go-lucky to the known ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insan teristimewa. Describekan dia terlalu Istimewa di mata anda; dia? It should be plural...they. Parents and friends coz they are the ones that complete me for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu kesukaan anda; Menghapus Jejakmu (Peterpan), Again (YUI)~ understand the lyrics and you'll know why I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanan kesukaan anda:~ nasi putih, ayam masak merah, ayam goreng, ikan patin masak lemak, telur bungkus, sayur goreng, ulam-ulaman (sebab saya tak makan buah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga benda mesti ada dlm beg anda;~ purse, phone and books atau mp3 [peneman kala menunggu orang yang datang lambat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali terakhir masa anda menangis &amp;amp; kenapa; sehari selepas mother's day sebab saya rindukan mak saya and saya mintak maaf banyak2 daripada dia hari tu sebab saya rasa saya banyak tak dengar cakap dia. huhuhuhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 6 rakan anda; fazila, kak izyan, kak huda, fatimah, jaslina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6979527052386270574?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6979527052386270574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6979527052386270574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6979527052386270574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6979527052386270574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-u-tag.html' title='The &apos;About U&apos; Tag'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4630727850459636589</id><published>2009-05-17T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:43:23.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sg-VPnD6ssI/AAAAAAAAAH8/M8iDFKHeF6c/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336648178873316034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sg-VPnD6ssI/AAAAAAAAAH8/M8iDFKHeF6c/s320/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog award ni dapat daripada muni. wahahahahahhaha. Thank u. Thank u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ini saya nak share award yang sama kepada kak izyan, kak huda, mc laa, pojan, darasa, fatimah, jaslina, knowlee, luppy and amy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4630727850459636589?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4630727850459636589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4630727850459636589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4630727850459636589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4630727850459636589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogger-award.html' title='The Blogger Award'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sg-VPnD6ssI/AAAAAAAAAH8/M8iDFKHeF6c/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2917993891006746834</id><published>2009-05-17T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:37:09.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Survey Tag</title><content type='html'>ni tag dari moon. Aku sebenarnya tak tahu nak tulis apa dalam blog tapi nak jugak update. tengah kering idea ni. huhuhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bekas kekasih saya adalah&lt;br /&gt;- seorang lelaki yang baik dan tinggi ilmu agamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya sedang mendengar&lt;br /&gt;- 'Again' daripada YUI. An OST of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mungkin saya patut&lt;br /&gt;- membaca manga yang saya download semalam---&gt; (liar game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Saya suka&lt;br /&gt;- surf internet, menonton cerita korea, blaja languages, makan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sahabat-sahabat baik saya&lt;br /&gt;- semuanya jenis yang tidak berkira dan lebih banyak ilmu agama berbanding saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Saya tak paham&lt;br /&gt;- kenapa ahli keluarga yang bersama saya sekarang ni seolah-olah ignore saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Saya kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;- tudung pink kegemaran saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Ramai yang berkata&lt;br /&gt;- saya seorang yang serius dan saya gemok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Makna nama saya&lt;br /&gt;- nama saya tidak mempunyai makna. Tapi saya pernah tanya ustaz semasa blaja di UIA dulu dan dia kata perkataan 'lin' dalam nama saya bermaksud kelembutan. wahhhahahaha...lembutkah saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Cinta itu adalah&lt;br /&gt;- hanya dari-Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Di suatu tempat, seseorang sedang&lt;br /&gt;- bercakap Jepun dengan fasih sekali dan telah lupakan saya di sini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Saya akan cuba&lt;br /&gt;- menjadi manusia yang lebih berguna dan mendalami ilmu agama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Ayat SELAMANYA membawa maksud&lt;br /&gt;- infiniti=The Most Gracious, Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Telefon bimbit saya&lt;br /&gt;- berfungsi sebagai alarm clock, untuk sms and call family and friends, sebagai planner sebab ada kalendar and date penting dalamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Bila saya terjaga dari tidur&lt;br /&gt;- saya akan check phone saya untuk melihat berapa banyak lagi masa yang boleh untuk saya sambung tidur [terutamanya pada hari bekerja]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Saya paling meluat apabila&lt;br /&gt;- orang yang mengada-ngada dan berpura2 manja. Menyampah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Pesta adalah&lt;br /&gt;- tempat bising dan bersukaria yang tidak saya gemari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Haiwan yang paling comel yang saya pernah temui ialah&lt;br /&gt;- anak kucing yang berbulu lebat dan berwarna teh susu. Daisuki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Peringkat umur yang paling menyeronokkan bagi saya ialah&lt;br /&gt;- 16 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Hari ini&lt;br /&gt;- saya sudah mengemas dan menjemur baju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Malam ini saya akan&lt;br /&gt;- menggosok baju untuk esok dan main internet sehingga saya mengantuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Esok pula saya akan&lt;br /&gt;- bangun awal, breakfast untuk pergi kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Ketika anda lihat wajah anda di hadapan cermin pagi ini&lt;br /&gt;- wah, mcrose the chubby girl. What....getting chubbier? [sambil mencubit-cubit pipi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Pusat membeli-belah atau arked permainan&lt;br /&gt;- akan dikunjugi kalau cinema tidak menayangkan movies yang best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Makanan Barat atau Jepun&lt;br /&gt;- both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Bilik yang terang atau gelap&lt;br /&gt;- separa terang sebab saya tak boleh tidur kalau terlalu cerah dan tidak mahu terlalu lena kalau terlalu gelap [nanti saya akan lewat ke pejabat dan saya pasti subuh dinosaur]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Makanan segera adalah&lt;br /&gt;- chicken nuggets McDonald and mi cintan kari laksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Ayat terakhir yang anda katakan pada seseorang?&lt;br /&gt;- abe die letak kunci kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.- Siapa yang anda nak Tag?&lt;br /&gt;- jaslina&lt;br /&gt;- azlim almey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2917993891006746834?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2917993891006746834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2917993891006746834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2917993891006746834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2917993891006746834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/survey-tag.html' title='The Survey Tag'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4418356038152815535</id><published>2009-05-15T00:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:23:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 budak hitam, 10 little Indians and Agatha Christie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SgxQFqxzf6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/R7UR7iHv_Og/s1600-h/n259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335727716839948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SgxQFqxzf6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/R7UR7iHv_Og/s320/n259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever heard the 10 Little Indians' nursery rhymes? I bet most of you have. Can't remember? The one with 'One little two, little three, little Indian, four little five little six, little Indian, seven little eight, little nine little Indian, ten little Indian boys'? And usually the 'Indian' is replaced with a kid's name for example: 'One little two, little three, little Aqilah....and so on? Still can't remember? Never mind. What about 10 budak hitam? Have you ever heard the rhyme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 budak hitam main tepi jalan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu kena langgar, tinggal lagi sembilan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 budak hitam main terjun papan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu patah kaki, tinggal lagi lapan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 budak hitam minum air keruh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu sakit perut, tinggal lagi tujuh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 budak hitam main tepi kolam, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu tak mahu naik, tinggal lagi enam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 budak hitam makan buah delima,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu tertelan biji, tinggal lagi lima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 budak hitam main lompat-lompat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu tak mahu berhenti, tinggal lagi empat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 budak hitam duduk tepi jaga,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu tak mahu tidur, tinggal lagi tiga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 budak hitam usik lembu tua,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu kena tendang, tinggal lagi dua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 budak hitam main lempar batu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu sudah luka, tinggal lagi satu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 budak hitam banyak susah hati,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak mahu makan nasi, langsung dia mati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my father would sing this rhyme if I refused to eat rice. He would emphasize the last stanza and I would be so irritated that I gave up not eating and joined him. Okay, enough about my childhood, back to our 10 little Indians. What I've written here is the Malay version of 10 little Indians. Wanna hear the 'Agatha Christie' version of 10 little Indians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 little Indians went for a dine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One got choked and now there are nine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 little Indians sat up very late,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One died in sleep and now there are eight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 little Indians travelling in Devon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One decided to stay and now there are seven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 little Indians chopping up the sticks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One chopped himself and now there are six.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 little Indians playing with a hive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One stung by a bee and now there are five.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 little Indians going in for law,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One went to Chancery and now there are four.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 little Indians climbing up the tree,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One fell down and now there are three.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three little Indians walking in the Zoo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One hugged by a bear and now there are two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 little Indians sitting in the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One got frizzled up and now there is one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 little Indian all left alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He went out and hanged himself and now there are none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nursery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rhyme anymore, well that's why it's called the Agatha Christie's 10 little Indians version, right. And seriously, I'd really love to watch a remake, film or drama series, of Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the rhyme might sound different from the original but the ways of death of the 10 little Indians are quite the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4418356038152815535?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4418356038152815535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4418356038152815535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4418356038152815535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4418356038152815535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-budak-hitam-10-little-indians-and.html' title='10 budak hitam, 10 little Indians and Agatha Christie'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SgxQFqxzf6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/R7UR7iHv_Og/s72-c/n259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-549031632804579477</id><published>2009-05-14T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:05:04.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six little ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SgxARQThqII/AAAAAAAAAHs/JKJrF5qL53Y/s1600-h/yellow%20rubber%20ducks%20on%20a%20log-cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335710323706013826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SgxARQThqII/AAAAAAAAAHs/JKJrF5qL53Y/s320/yellow%2520rubber%2520ducks%2520on%2520a%2520log-cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six little ducks that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Sad ones, happy ones, some like you&lt;br /&gt;But the one little duck with the feathers on his back&lt;br /&gt;Waddled to his mama with a quack, quack, quack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five little ducks that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Silly ones, funny ones, some like you&lt;br /&gt;But the one little duck with the feathers on his back&lt;br /&gt;Waddled to the shore with a quack, quack, quack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four little ducks that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Jolly ones, bright ones, some like you&lt;br /&gt;But the one little duck with the feathers on his back&lt;br /&gt;Waddled through the water with a quack, quack, quack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little ducks that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Old ones, young ones, some like you&lt;br /&gt;But the one little duck with the feathers on his back&lt;br /&gt;Waddled up a hill with a quack, quack, quack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little ducks that once knew&lt;br /&gt;Play together, just like you&lt;br /&gt;But the one little duck with the feathers on his back&lt;br /&gt;Waddled by a frog with a quack, quack, quack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little duck that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;A happy little duck just like you&lt;br /&gt;And this one little duck with the feathers on his back&lt;br /&gt;Waddled to his family with a quack, quack. quack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-549031632804579477?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/549031632804579477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=549031632804579477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/549031632804579477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/549031632804579477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-little-ducks.html' title='Six little ducks'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SgxARQThqII/AAAAAAAAAHs/JKJrF5qL53Y/s72-c/yellow%2520rubber%2520ducks%2520on%2520a%2520log-cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6633093108826632605</id><published>2009-05-10T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:47:20.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's a mother's day. Although someone once told me that everyday is a mother's day, but I don't care, I wanna celebrate TODAY as a special mother's day. [cause I feel it's true that everyday IS a mother's day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you celebrate a mother's day? Flowers? Phone calls? Presents? I don't know. We celebrate differently but I think the greatest gift from a son/daughter to a mother on a special mother's day is a call from them and hearing her beloved children saying that I LOVE YOU, MOM or maybe ADIK/ABANG/KAKAK SAYANG UMI, TERIMA KASIH SEBAB JAGA ADIK. I LOVE YOU THE MOST. huhuhuhuhu...[I miss my mom...(T.T)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to thank your mom for once in a year. Although I believe those who live far from their mothers always call to say hello and get to know how are they doing, I know not many of you say will say 'thank you' to your moms. You might say 'jaga diri' or 'jangan lupa makan ubat' or 'I love you'. So, for once in a year, just a thank you would be no problem right? (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whose their mothers are no longer by their side, don't worry, your prayer will Insyaallah reach them. May Allah blessed them and have them in the best place with your doa'. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6633093108826632605?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6633093108826632605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6633093108826632605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6633093108826632605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6633093108826632605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2952101689525062651</id><published>2009-05-10T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:22:16.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-Men Origin: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended. Great actors. Fascinating effects. Wonderful story. The minute it was shown in the cinema, I didn't even think twice or even hesitating of watching it. One of my favorite movie so far, I mean after Twilight (even though the story line is better than Twilight). Hugh Jackman is, as usual, a great actor and together with the half mixed korean-American, Daniel Henney (yup, he is in the movie but he plays the bad role...huhuhu), the story is complete (from a girl point of view la....hehehehehehe). Well, Wolverine is always one of my favorite character in the X-Men after Xavier aka Professor-X and I like him not because of Hugh Jackman okay...hehehehehe but I think Wolverine is an ultimate weapon that a military can use i.e he can heal, he's fast and strong and he has extremely good sense of smell. [What more can you ask?] Wolverine rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also highly recommended. Great effects and good actors and actresses. I honestly never enjoy  Star Trek the drama series cause I hate the fact that there are too many mutants [or aliens?] in the series. Don't talk to me about Star Trek or Star Trek: The Next Generation cause I never bother. However, this story is totally different. It's like a new story of its own only the concept is the same i.e the spaceship, the Vulcans, the planets, the galaxies. It is fascinating, really. With a lot of humorous scenes and Chris Pine looking so different (I watched him in Princess Diaries II and Blind Date), I think its worth watching. However, if you do not enjoy fiction and feel that too many futuristic gadgets is a bluff, don't watch this movie. If you have a mindset like I do i.e Star Trek-equals-to-boring-spaceship-movie, you better go to the nearest cinema and watch this. Different people might have different opinion but for me this is a must watch and only in the cinemas coz if you watch the pirated DVD, the 'feel' would definitely be different. hehehehehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really enjoy horror movies. Not because I'm afraid it's just that the ending usually is so frustrating that I'll say, 'Why the hell did I watch this movie again?' huhuhuhuhu. This movie is okay. Better than some of Korean horror movies I can say for sure. For those who like horror, this is a good movie but I won't watch it in the cinema. That's all I can say about the movie. You want to know more, go and watch it. (n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2952101689525062651?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2952101689525062651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2952101689525062651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2952101689525062651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2952101689525062651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/movies.html' title='The movies'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1550014691662048323</id><published>2009-05-04T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:02:32.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The early morning lines</title><content type='html'>I use the same sentences every morning especially when I have to drive that day. Here are the usual lines that I will say [every morning!] while driving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bismillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ko ni kenapa? Bagi signal tapi tak masuk2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Boleh tak pakai lipstik and bedak semasa kereta anda berhenti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Apasal la ko tak masuk je ke tepi tu. Tak nampak ke apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Alamak! Bersiar-siar plak dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Terima kasih. [sebab bagi aku masuk lane dia. ahaks!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Alamak baiknya awak ni! Masuk syurgala tu. [sebab bagi kereta yang kat sebelah masuk ke lane sedangkan lane kitorang dari tadi tak bergerak. Setan!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Saya ingin cilok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Coming through! [bila kereta dipandu pada tahap kelajuan yang menyebabkan meter itu pening-ahaks!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. [melalak-all the way through out the journey!---&gt;ahaks!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Alhamdulillah n saya dah sampai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1550014691662048323?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1550014691662048323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1550014691662048323&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1550014691662048323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1550014691662048323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/early-morning-lines.html' title='The early morning lines'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3531188864699259035</id><published>2009-05-04T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:19:31.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Lover tag</title><content type='html'>Tag daripada &lt;a href="http://memorabilia-izyan.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-filing-and-tagging.html"&gt;kak.Izyan&lt;/a&gt;. Amaran untuk semua: Ini tag semata2. Aku pun tak sure sangat apa criterias of perfect lover aku [dasat tak?] . hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the rules of the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seorang yang tahu pasal agama and praktikkannya. Sebab aku ni tak berapa baik sangat and aku ni a bit naughty la kot. (call me typical Malay girl for wanting this criteria. Hey, it IS the most important criteria right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ceria and adaptable. We laugh when we're happy and we're serious when we should be serious. hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who can be himself when I'm around him and I can be myself when he's around me. Meaning, I don't have to pretend that I'm Cinderella and he does not need to pretend that he's the prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yang boleh buat benda remeh sendiri. Contohnya, letak pinggan yang dah guna dalam sink, letak baju kotor dalam bakul, letak barang kat tempatnya semula and segala benda remeh yang tak perlukan tenaga buruh. Ini juga termasuklah kemampuan untuk membalas SMS and pick up calls. Hidup tolong jangan jadi pemalas ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mestilah optimis. Malas nak cakap dengan orang yang banyak fikir negatif ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pembersih tapi tak perlulah sampai cleanaholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Makan janganlah memilih. Penat tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tak boleh terlalu hensem. Sakit hati and mata memandang. Tak larat nak layan secret admires nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm...McLaa, Muni, fatimah, knowlee, Jaslina and sesapa jer yang rajin nak buat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3531188864699259035?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3531188864699259035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3531188864699259035&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3531188864699259035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3531188864699259035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-lover-tag.html' title='The Perfect Lover tag'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4499794840656922278</id><published>2009-04-26T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:42:26.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here comes the baby! Huhuhu, we (Ana, Marya, Jas, Haziq, Mclaa and I) went to Lina's house in Bandar Sunway yesterday. Farouq is a bit long for a baby and he looked like a baby girl as he wore a pinkish peach baby shirt. huhuhu. He's so adorable. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328804418737368210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfO3YrhfbJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UU--UchjBpk/s320/DSCN0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Farouq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Untuk gambar yang lebih hebat. Nanti tunggu mclaa upload. hehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4499794840656922278?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4499794840656922278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4499794840656922278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4499794840656922278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4499794840656922278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-lina.html' title='Baby Lina'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfO3YrhfbJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UU--UchjBpk/s72-c/DSCN0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-889368040408579928</id><published>2009-04-26T08:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:04:46.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag print screen dari Muni</title><content type='html'>Macam biasa, tag ini diambil dari entry &lt;a href="http://munirahrossdy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-dari-rina.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Datin Munirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1)anda perlu printscreen wallpaper anda yang tengah gune skang jangan tipu2 ek x suke... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791801316354034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfOr6P95p_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/VG6Cc7nceyI/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) bgtau nape anda suke wallpaper anda ituhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sebab gambar ni pemandangan laut. Dan laut yang ni cetek and boleh nampak dasar. Sangat mendamaikan and aku rasa cool bila tengok gambar ni. Rasa macam nak masuk dalam air tu and berjalan-jalan sambil menangkap ikan. Aku sebenarnya tak pandai berenang and tengok gambar ni pun dah cukup okaylah kot. hehehehe. Aku nak sangat pergi snorkeling tapi tak dapat sebab takder geng and my family plak tak into sangat melancong ni. huhuhuhu. Lagipun aku ni takut2 berani sket. hehehehehe. So, kira gambar tu pengubat hajat aku yang masih sehingga kini tidak kesampaian. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3)Mari tag orang sebanyak 10 orang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:- malasnya nak fikir. Kalau rasa tag ni menarik and macam nak test macam mana nak buat print screen desktop, silakan! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-889368040408579928?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/889368040408579928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=889368040408579928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/889368040408579928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/889368040408579928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-print-screen-dari-muni.html' title='Tag print screen dari Muni'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfOr6P95p_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/VG6Cc7nceyI/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-7493253063388184057</id><published>2009-04-25T01:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:49:59.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMA 2: Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfIA-poawMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RDzXkbn8aVI/s1600-h/fma+chibi2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328322385459986626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfIA-poawMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RDzXkbn8aVI/s320/fma+chibi2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Full Metal Alchemist's lovers out there, do you know that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fullmetal_alchemist"&gt;FMA&lt;/a&gt; has a season 2? Muahahaha. I was so excited to watch the second season that I spent time in my office until 8 p.m (I usually go back around 7 p.m) to watch all the three published episodes in youtube. Luckily they have good subtitles and the opening song by Yui (among my favourite Japanese singer) is so cute and I love it. hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the episodes (except for episode 1), are actually the edited episodes of season 1. Remember Roze and her lover Cain that was supposed to be alive through human transmutation by the priest who wore the fake philosopher's stone ring? Yup, that's the first episode for season 1 and the second episode of season 2. Though edited, we can still predict the ending of the episode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfH9DcUyl8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9M2GlgRUm_c/s1600-h/fma+chibi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328318069740836802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfH9DcUyl8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9M2GlgRUm_c/s320/fma+chibi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, I still love FMA. One of my recommended anime ever. hehehehe. I miss the time when Ed was so pissed off coz people called him chibi (or midget if translated) or when people mistook Al for being the State Alchemist: The Full Metal Alchemist (cannot blame Al coz he really suited to be the Full Metal Alchemist---&gt;Hagane no renkinjutsushi). Huhuhu...this is a really entertaining anime and for first timers out there, you should watch FMA as your first anime. I can ensure that you'll be highly entertained and you will search for the opening and ending songs of FMA the first season. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't give you the link as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youtube has deleted the videos due to the copyright terms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. huhuhuhu. Gomen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I'm turning 25. Call me childish or immature but watching anime is not the same as watching Donald Duck or Mickey Mouse (though I love them quite the same...hehehehehe). Anime like FMA, Death Note or Bleach are definitely for adults. Though the storyline and their level of entertaining (the characters are damn funny except in Death Note) is unarguably different but they surely, for me, are not suitable for kids. Try watching the series and tell me how do you feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rosu-chan...ni juu go no otanjobi omedeto! Ganbaruyo! &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/12862621-7493253063388184057?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7493253063388184057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=7493253063388184057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7493253063388184057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7493253063388184057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/fma-2-brotherhood.html' title='FMA 2: Brotherhood'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SfIA-poawMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RDzXkbn8aVI/s72-c/fma+chibi2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6920011874540133852</id><published>2009-04-23T09:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:29:36.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawai'/><title type='text'>Cute Viruses and Bacterias</title><content type='html'>I'm not good in Biology and I never bother about how bacterias and viruses look like. But seeing these cute looking toys, I have this thought of...well they are not that bad after all. It happens that this one creative designer has made the viruses and microbacterias into stuffed toys with 1x1,000,000 scale. These are how they look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327709504394382450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_TkRvmTHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MUKA9FczWfQ/s320/heartworm.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeling in love? Don't wanna give a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heartworm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heartworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327708763882375682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_S5LHxygI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wrjUHUSRrQk/s320/stomacheache.bmp" border="0" /&gt;having stomachache? Here's the probable cause: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dysentery"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dysentery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_Sy5lCJtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0GiD1OJUoWE/s1600-h/herpes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327708656094029522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_Sy5lCJtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0GiD1OJUoWE/s320/herpes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute as a little sunshine? Nah...it's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herpesviridae"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Herpes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_Stx4MKxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dA1qvDKOq1M/s1600-h/syphilis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327708568127548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_Stx4MKxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dA1qvDKOq1M/s320/syphilis.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Pinkish in style - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syphillis"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syphillis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327708397013860162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_Sj0bgf0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ds5b13gaJ18/s320/chickenpox.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Does it resemble to something? Chicken? Of course. It's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_pox"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken pox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714962481408114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_Yh-s86HI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zYCCaz3kpXk/s320/HIV.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever wonder how does &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HIV"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look like?&lt;br /&gt;(Tetap buruk walaupun dalam bentuk toys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327717143050898994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_ag59OzjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/u5JCm-Gh7ZU/s320/brewer%27s+yeast.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute like hamster? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yeast"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I miss Science classes. huhuhuhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6920011874540133852?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6920011874540133852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6920011874540133852&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6920011874540133852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6920011874540133852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/cute-viruses-and-bacterias.html' title='Cute Viruses and Bacterias'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_TkRvmTHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MUKA9FczWfQ/s72-c/heartworm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8845143609381899942</id><published>2009-04-20T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:24:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen II</title><content type='html'>In the LRT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : [Standing in the middle of the coach]&lt;br /&gt;Z : [Standing in the middle of the coach beside me]&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Z : [We looked at each other and we smiled bitterly]&lt;br /&gt;Me : This is so tiring. Hectic as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Z : Yeah and these people do not understand that they have to give way to those who are in the train.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah. Certain people do.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continued for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay. Here it is. Nice talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Z : I'm stopping here too.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Owh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Z : [We went out of the train]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to talk after a while. And finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z : Okay. Got to go. By the way, I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he say that again? Did he think I'm flirting? With him? What??? Hello, just because people are being nice to you, that doesn't mean that they are flirting with you. What the hell are you thinking? Do I look flirtatious to you? I smiled and joked around means I'm happy TALKING to you not happy of FLIRTING with you. Man...! This is so embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you don't know me. I don't know you. I guess he's just being frank because he doesn't want me to have any wrong idea. It happens all the time. Usually people misinterpret my action and words coz I smiled a lot and I looked them in the eyes and I tried to be polite. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M FLIRTATIOUS. I'm a Malay girl with a high level of shyness and if I do like a person, I'll tell him straight away (because I like to clarify things in my own way). If he doesn't like me, tell that to my face and I'll try to adapt to the reason and improve it and of course I'll find another guy who suits me better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please and please don't misjudge people especially the one you're not close with. It's unfair, you know! Man, I'm so mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Entry ni takde kena mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang mati. Ini adalah rekaan semata2. Jika ada persamaan, itu hanyalah kebetulan sahaja. Namun, sila ambil perhatian pada 3 perenggan terakhir kerana itu adalah apa yang penulis rasakan sekarang. huhuhuhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8845143609381899942?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8845143609381899942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8845143609381899942&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8845143609381899942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8845143609381899942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/drama-queen-ii.html' title='Drama Queen II'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1030169573152425807</id><published>2009-04-18T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:01:09.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag temberang a.k.a tag berlagak!</title><content type='html'>Tag versi temberang kali ini, I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://munirahrossdy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Datin Munirah&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malasnya nak fikir sapa yang nak kena tag. Kalau rajin nak buat, buat ajer.&lt;br /&gt;~Fatimah and Conan kena buat kalau rajin. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, temberang di sini adalah mengikut term sabahan yang bermaksud lebih kepada berlagak and probably showing off. Tidak ada kaitan dengan menipu ataupun berbohong. hehehe. So if I sound a bit showing off, don't blame me, blame the tag or muni coz she asked me to show-off. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 brands that you like the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Carlo Rino&lt;br /&gt;- Apple (sugoi!)&lt;br /&gt;- Estee Lauder&lt;br /&gt;- Tag Heuer&lt;br /&gt;- L'oreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 brand that you dislike the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Swatch&lt;br /&gt;- Body Shop (sebab bau EDT nyer macam tak ikhlas. aku beli sekali ajer..)&lt;br /&gt;- Vochelle (coklat dia rasa pelik...)&lt;br /&gt;- Prada (coz the Devils wear Prada....hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;- Acer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 countries that you want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Mekah&lt;br /&gt;- Japan&lt;br /&gt;- Paris&lt;br /&gt;- Korea&lt;br /&gt;- Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 countries that you do not want to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Israel&lt;br /&gt;- Israel&lt;br /&gt;- Israel&lt;br /&gt;- Israel&lt;br /&gt;- Papua New Guinea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 item that you like the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- my laptop&lt;br /&gt;- my broadband&lt;br /&gt;- my phone (even though it's old and outdated, I still like it)&lt;br /&gt;- my necklace that my mom gave me&lt;br /&gt;- my wallet with my atm cards in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 item that you dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- iron in the room I'm living now (sebab dah sangat nazak)&lt;br /&gt;- my high heels (sebab dah nak lunyai)&lt;br /&gt;- my laptop bag (I hate it coz it's not a bag pack)&lt;br /&gt;- my chair at the office (sebab susah nak adjust)&lt;br /&gt;- my USB ports (coz slalu sangat tak jalan benda2 yang connect guna usb port tu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people that you love the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- our prophet&lt;br /&gt;- family&lt;br /&gt;- friends&lt;br /&gt;- relatives&lt;br /&gt;- my future families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people that you hate the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- who do not perform prayers (err...who are you again?)&lt;br /&gt;- pessimists people (belum buat lagi dah banyak fikir negatif...geram betul!)&lt;br /&gt;- backstabbers (ni lagi sekor...depan kemain lagi muka malaikat, belakang macam hapa!)&lt;br /&gt;- complainers (menyampah btol kalau orang yang banyak komplen ni. orang dah buat pun nasib baik tau!)&lt;br /&gt;- unknown perverts (you're gross man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 colors that you like the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pink&lt;br /&gt;- light yellow&lt;br /&gt;- biege&lt;br /&gt;- black and grey&lt;br /&gt;- sea blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 colors that you dislike the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- orange&lt;br /&gt;- striking green&lt;br /&gt;- striking pink&lt;br /&gt;- copper red&lt;br /&gt;- wine colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things that you dream the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- recently Edward Cullen (hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;- mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;- friends&lt;br /&gt;- vampires&lt;br /&gt;- Nodame Cantabile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things that you do not dream at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- my boss&lt;br /&gt;- my office&lt;br /&gt;- my car&lt;br /&gt;- my exs&lt;br /&gt;- my trees at home in Kelantan. huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 of your positive characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- optimists (I can usually take positive aspects of bad things that happened)&lt;br /&gt;- never give up once I tried&lt;br /&gt;- I think I'm a good listener (hehehehe...masuk bakul n angkat sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;- a very patient girl&lt;br /&gt;- I love reading (and that's the most recent positive habit developing into a character-hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 of your negative characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ignorant&lt;br /&gt;- a bit selfish sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- I assume everybody is warm and kind (which is not good coz rambut sama hitam, hati lain2)&lt;br /&gt;- afraid to try something new (I stick to what I have and do-I'm just afraid not that I won't try)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm easily influenced (tell and convince me about something bad. I might try it...huuhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 moments that you miss the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- during my studies in UIA&lt;br /&gt;- during hari raya&lt;br /&gt;- masa time menganggur and stay kat rumah. best giler sebab nanti boleh bawak mom jln2.&lt;br /&gt;- when I was in primary school. People adore me coz I was a bright kid and the last in the family. (yelah sebab kecik lagi kan)&lt;br /&gt;- during my time with Mr. NZ. hahahaha.( fatimah and laa mesti tau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 moments that you do not want to remember at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- there are a few but let them lie deep down in my heart and memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 positive characters of your best buddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard coz I can't choose who's the best buddy. They all are. But generally they are:&lt;br /&gt;- kind-hearted&lt;br /&gt;- funny&lt;br /&gt;- very patient and strong willed (surprisingly, all of my best friends are like this)&lt;br /&gt;- pious (and they also have this character too...I wonder!)&lt;br /&gt;- the ones that can cry and laugh together (yup...these are my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 negative characters of your best buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;- worried too much about hurting someone&lt;br /&gt;- boros!&lt;br /&gt;- shy in confessing (my friends are all a bit shy to confess about their feelings..huhuhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;- too serious when focusing on something (this is a good character but it won't be if that 'something' are usually small problems)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things that you are happy to do the most (Of your entire life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- watching cartoons and movies&lt;br /&gt;- finishing jigsaw puzzles (I still enjoy doing jigsaw puzzles)&lt;br /&gt;- reading story books and writing novels&lt;br /&gt;- singing (not having good voice doesn't prevent me from singing-hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;- hanging out with frens or families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things that you regret the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- tak blaja betol2 masa kat sekolah and masa kat university&lt;br /&gt;- being too chubby...huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;- leaving mom and dad alone kat umah (this is unavoidable)&lt;br /&gt;- tak ambil accounting masa sekolah&lt;br /&gt;- tak hantar novel yang dah siap ke publishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Single questions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- cub (white tiger's cub to be specific)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite quote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We study, we work, we live, we love and we survive and we let Allah to determine which is the best for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite actor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think I have a favourite actor as my preferences change according to the movies that I watched. However, for the time being, it could be Matt Damon coz I like him in Good Will Hunting and The Bourne Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite actress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Horikita Maki (sama macam muni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite things that you do when you are alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- change according to the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spoiling my time with my family especially my mom and dad and my nieces and nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite vegetable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- carrot (suka minum carrot susu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite comedies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Malcolm in the Middle and Friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1030169573152425807?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1030169573152425807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1030169573152425807&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1030169573152425807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1030169573152425807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/tag-temberang-aka-tag-berlagak.html' title='Tag temberang a.k.a tag berlagak!'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6159497943749762318</id><published>2009-04-17T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:26:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight lagi!</title><content type='html'>Look at him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325556798652390818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SegtsT7XnaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8-KLCIgQYGY/s320/RobertPattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drooling ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drooling ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Nice hair. *wink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6159497943749762318?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6159497943749762318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6159497943749762318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6159497943749762318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6159497943749762318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight-lagi.html' title='Twilight lagi!'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SegtsT7XnaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8-KLCIgQYGY/s72-c/RobertPattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3343326905052020047</id><published>2009-04-17T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:46:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lina has delivered a baby boy!. I'm so happy for her. Hope she'll recover soon. I received her &lt;a href="http://imfazila.blogspot.com/2009/04/auntie-fazila.html"&gt;sms&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and was planning with Jas and Laa to visit her next week. huhuhuhu. Her baby boy must be cute coz Lina herself is a pretty-with-brain girl and Khalid is a tall guy with greenish-blue eyes. huhuhuhuhu. Can't hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends has finally achieved the most warming and happiest moment by having her own child with the man that she loved since university. *sigh...what more can you ask? Congrats to her and my so don't-know-how-to-describe-my-feeling-because-I'm-too-excited is too hard to be written in words as it also comes with a prayer that she'll always be happy. (n_n)v&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_5325547680581816034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SeglZkd8DuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BCLfxagnI78/s320/image001+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nanti boleh buli baby Lina macam ni...hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3343326905052020047?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3343326905052020047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3343326905052020047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3343326905052020047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3343326905052020047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SeglZkd8DuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BCLfxagnI78/s72-c/image001+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8597569637370478712</id><published>2009-04-14T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:22:48.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama queen</title><content type='html'>The lovely evening watched us slipped our way to the park nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I just wanna talk to you about us.&lt;br /&gt;Z : What about us?&lt;br /&gt;me: That's this all about. What is the status of our relationship? Who am I to you? A fren? Someone who made a confession? Just a shoulder to cry on? Sorry if you feel that I'm doubting you, it's just that I keep wondering a lot nowadays. With you being silent, and me being sad, this is not what a relationship supposed to be. That's why I wanna ask you, who am I ACTUALLY to you? I mean, u didn't asnwer my calls, you didn't reply my messages and you're far from even calling me back and texting me. Were my calls and messages bother you? No, it should be, were they some kind of burden to you? Is it so hard for you to push one 'answer' button and talk to me? Are you that busy just to text 'I'm okay' to me? You kept quiet for weeks and you expect me to understand you. How about you understand me first?&lt;br /&gt;Z : ??????????&lt;br /&gt;me: What's with the question marks above your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z bang me on the head with his helmet. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ouch!! What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;Z : Ko ni kenapa? Practice drama ek? Apa yang ko merepek tak tentu pasal ni?&lt;br /&gt;me: [FAINTED]--&gt; fainted sebab malu sangat. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Cerita ini adalah rekaan semata-mata. Tidak berkaitan dengan sesiapa yang masih hidup ataupun yang telah meninggal dunia. Jika ada pun, itu adalah kebetulan semata-mata. Sekian, harap maklum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy to yell at a guy, okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8597569637370478712?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8597569637370478712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8597569637370478712&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8597569637370478712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8597569637370478712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/drama-queen.html' title='Drama queen'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5896991536803369759</id><published>2009-04-14T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:14:19.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoku's brother and sister</title><content type='html'>I love sudoku but kakuro is my new craze now. Click here----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kakuroconquest.com/"&gt;kakuro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played hitori? hahaha...it's a not that new game but (kind of new to me) and it also uses logic. For me, Hitori is Sudoku's sister and kakuro is Sudoku's big brother. hahahahaha. Click here----&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hitoriconquest.com/"&gt;hitori&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakuro's and hitori's rules and how to play, click below:&lt;br /&gt;Kakuro----&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kakuroconquest.com/kakuro-tutorial-basic/"&gt;Tutorial basic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitori----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hitoriconquest.com/help.html"&gt;How to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you enjoy them. I've got another maths and graphic games called Hanjie but am too lazy to search.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5896991536803369759?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5896991536803369759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5896991536803369759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5896991536803369759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5896991536803369759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/sudokus-brother-and-sister.html' title='Sudoku&apos;s brother and sister'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4010169037327999029</id><published>2009-04-13T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:42:06.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish A-Level Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SeKXG1HQgiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HmYQsqy-_tM/s1600-h/Irish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983853097878050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SeKXG1HQgiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HmYQsqy-_tM/s320/Irish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manage to answer any of the questions? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let's take a look at the answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323983293419468946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SeKWmQJhuJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GFMbhXQwS3M/s320/irish2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't worry. You're not the only one who can't answer them all. (n_n)v&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/12862621-4010169037327999029?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4010169037327999029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4010169037327999029&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4010169037327999029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4010169037327999029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/irish-level-exam.html' title='Irish A-Level Exam'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SeKXG1HQgiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HmYQsqy-_tM/s72-c/Irish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-956419232853825284</id><published>2009-04-11T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:50:26.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French</title><content type='html'>I've been encountering a lot of things related to French. Here's the chronology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I meet a French guy last week at KLCC Putra station. His acccent of French is so obvious even though he was speaking English. huhuhuhu. But I am really amazed the way he's trying to communicate with the Chinese guy that happened to be there at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My boss introduced me a French bread and I enjoyed it a lot. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was again being introduced to a French product, a &lt;em&gt;Le vere&lt;/em&gt; perfume. It has this parfum cream that smells so nice that I almost spent my RM182.50 to buy it. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I listened to Anggun's &lt;em&gt;cesse la pluie&lt;/em&gt; which means &lt;em&gt;cease the rain&lt;/em&gt;. Her voice and the song captivated me even though I don't know what does she say and even how to pronounce the lyrics. Among the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oublier cet orage éphémère&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'effacer et t'aimer comme hier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je cherche et je cherche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le remède pour qu'enfin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cesse la pluie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cesse la pluie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And now, I WANT TO LEARN FRENCH. huhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-956419232853825284?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/956419232853825284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=956419232853825284&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/956419232853825284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/956419232853825284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/french.html' title='French'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8026736462871376586</id><published>2009-04-07T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:55:12.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wo bu nan guo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><title type='text'>Wo Bu Nan Guo (I'm Not Sad)</title><content type='html'>又站在你家的门口我们重复沉默&lt;br /&gt;you zhan zai ni jia de men kou wo men chong fu chen mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing again at your doorstep, we fall into morose silence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样子单方面的守候&lt;br /&gt;zhe yang zi dan fang mian de shou hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kind of expectation harboured by only one party,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还能多久&lt;br /&gt;hai neng duo jiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much longer can it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于你开口向我述说他有多温柔&lt;br /&gt;zhong yu ni kai kou xiang wo shu shuo ta you duo wen rou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last, you described to me how gentle she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然你还握著我的手&lt;br /&gt;sui ran ni hai wo zhe wo de shou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though you are still holding my hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我已不在你心中&lt;br /&gt;dan wo yi bu zai ni xin zhong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am no longer in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的懂 你不是喜新厌旧&lt;br /&gt;wo zhen de dong ni bu shi xi xin yan jiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I truly understand that you are not favouring the new against the old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我 没有&lt;br /&gt;shi wo mei you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's me. I haven't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪在你身边当你寂寞时候&lt;br /&gt;pei zai ni shen bian dang ni ji mo shi hou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stayed by your side when you were lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别再看著我说著你爱过 别太伤痛&lt;br /&gt;bie zai kan zhe wo shuo zhe ni ai guo bie tai shang tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't look at me and said that I have loved before, and shouldn't be too hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不难过 这不算什么&lt;br /&gt;wo bu nan guo zhe bu suan shen me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not sad, this is nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是为什么眼泪会流我也不懂&lt;br /&gt;zhi shi wei shen me yan lei hui liu wo ye bu dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is just that why the tears are flowing, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让我走 让我开始享受自由&lt;br /&gt;jiu rang wo zou rang wo kai shi xiang shou zi you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me go, and get started in savouring freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆很多 你的影子也会充满我生活&lt;br /&gt;hui yi hen duo ni de ying zi ye hui chong man wo sheng hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many memories, and even the shadow of you can fill my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我并不懦弱 你比谁都懂&lt;br /&gt;wo bing bu nuo ruo ni bi shui dou dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not being weak, you of all people should understand this&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然寂寞 这会是我 最后的宽容&lt;br /&gt;sui ran ji mo zhe hui shi wo zui hou de kuan rong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I would be lonely, this shall be my last concession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抱紧我 再抱紧我&lt;br /&gt;bao jin wo zai bao jin wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hug me tightly, and hug me tightly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一份感动 就请你让我留在胸口&lt;br /&gt;zhe yi fen gan dong jiu qing ni rang wo liu zai xiong kou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This exhilarating captivation, please let me keep it in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别再说 是你的错&lt;br /&gt;bie zai shuo shi ni de cuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not say anymore that it is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱到了尽头 是非对错&lt;br /&gt;ai dao le jin tou shi fei dui cuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When love is at its end, there is no right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让它随风 忘了所有 过的比你快活&lt;br /&gt;jiu rang ta sui feng wang le suo you guo de bi ni guo huo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it drift away with the wind, and let us forget everything. I'm living better than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的懂 你不是喜新厌旧&lt;br /&gt;zhen de dong ni bu shi xi xin yan jiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I truly understand that you are not favouring the new against the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要再说 或许这是最好的结果&lt;br /&gt;bu yao zai shuo huo xu zhe shi zui hao de jie guo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not say anymore that this is, perhaps, the best ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在分手 总好过你不爱我一拖再拖&lt;br /&gt;xian zai fen shou zong hao guo ni bu ai wo yi tuo zai tuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking up now is better than dragging a relationship without love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;松开你的手 离开你左右&lt;br /&gt;song kai ni de shou li kai ni zuo you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Releasing your hands, leaving your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向前走 这会是我真正的解脱&lt;br /&gt;wo xiang qian zou zhe hui shi wo zhen zheng de jie tuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am walking forward, this shall be my true release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka giler lagu ni. Sebenarnya mcrose nak update blog tapi tak tau nak tulis apa. Sebab itu mcrose masukkan lagu2 yang mcrose suka and I'm sure none of you have heard of this song. It's a nice song and saper2 yang tengah sedih dan rasa macam nak nangis tapi nak cari sebab untuk menangis, watch the video clip and feel the lyrics. [suka bagi suggestion tak berfaedah]. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: kalau rasa nak blaja cina skali pun boleh. mcrose da letak the chinese character, the pronounciation and also the translation. I love learning foreign language. (n_n)v &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[lyrics: adopted from jpop-asia.com, video:ting4.com]&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/12862621-8026736462871376586?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8026736462871376586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8026736462871376586&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8026736462871376586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8026736462871376586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/wo-bu-nan-guo-im-not-sad.html' title='Wo Bu Nan Guo (I&apos;m Not Sad)'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4675209259321093149</id><published>2009-04-06T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:08:21.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave out all the rest</title><content type='html'>I've always enjoyed Linkin' Park's songs. And coincidently, this song is one of the OST of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeay! (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were so scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no one would listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After my dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What am I leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When I'm done here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When my time comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Help me leave behind some rasons to be missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And don't resent me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've taken my beating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've shared what I made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not all the way through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But neither have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting, all the hurt inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretending, someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song sounds a bit lonely, but I love it anyway. hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4675209259321093149?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-682960055361337361</id><published>2009-04-06T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:52:33.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with a relationship?</title><content type='html'>What do you think are the most important things in a human relationship? May it between friends, son and father, mother and daughter, couples, husband and wife etc, what do you have in mind when it comes to relationship? Is it trust? Love? Skinship? Emotional attachment? Or maybe a combination of all of it? I don't know. I really don't know. It's complex and with what I've seen happening around me, this complex matter involves people around me directly and indirectly and many of the cases made me sad and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often said it is trust. Trust? Yes, it is important. But how much does it comprise in a relationship? Does it take like what...60% of the whole? 70%? Does trust alone enough to make sure a relationship will be successful? And for how long can you trust someone? Your whole life? What if the other person does not know that you trust him and ended up having doubt whether you trust him or not? Will he waver? Will you take blindly whatever she told you? I mean, will you believe your sister when she said that she went to her friend's house and comes back home at 1.30 a.m in the morning? Will you trust your friends and tell them about most of your problems saying that you are comfortable with them (coz they are good listeners..) and how can you make sure that they won't tell others? I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is love? Hmm...I'm not sure either. Now, if we say relationship comprises of 50% of love and 50% of trust, would you still be happy if the person you &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt;, does not pick up the phone, reply back your sms or even try to call you back? Will you be happy if your mother, who &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;trust &lt;/em&gt;you, seldomly cooks for you and have a chance to say hi to you just before you go to sleep because she is so busy taking care of her works at the office? Will you be happy? Are you contented enough? Are you delightful when the sister you &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt;, never calls you although deep down inside you know she also &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;trusts&lt;/em&gt; you? What will you do to keep the relationship in a strong state and you don't end up hating the other person? I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be...the constant thought of that particular person in your mind? Then, let's say you love that person, you trust her and you have her constantly in your mind, do you think the relationship will be good? What's the point of loving her, trusting her, having her constantly in your mind but you never tell the truth about yourself? Isn't that cheating? Isn't that being selfish? I mean, you think she's the one for you, but you never told her the significant truth like maybe you love her or maybe you have a problem right now that you cannot pick up calls and even reply an sms saying ok. WTH! Could this also be a reason? *sigh. I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Qur'an said if you do anything because of Allah, you will find happiness not only in this world but also in the hereafter. But, how many of us do that? Do you think we'll face problems if everybody understand the concept? When I say everybody, it means everybody....(not just you and him, or you and your father, or you and your friend....it should be you, your mother, your father, your siblings or you, your friend A, your friend B and your friend C until your friend etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship involves a lot of things. Yes, it's true. But putting too much efforts that tires you gives you nothing but a waste of time. Allah knows better what's best for you thus don't give up on Him and rely mostly on Him. You might see the pouring rain now but who knows the 7 colours rainbow that shows up later might be the beginning of your life. So, &lt;em&gt;la tahzan&lt;/em&gt;. Don't be sad if your mother ignores you, or your friend is not close with you anymore or your maybe your sweetheart said that he needs to be alone and ignored you the whole month, happiness'll come later onwards. Ganbare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321513719394215874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SdnQiH_cJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6ySIyPl2fxg/s320/kucing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And smile always like the cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-682960055361337361?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/682960055361337361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=682960055361337361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/682960055361337361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/682960055361337361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-with-relationship.html' title='What&apos;s with a relationship?'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SdnQiH_cJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6ySIyPl2fxg/s72-c/kucing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3541572005792977572</id><published>2009-04-04T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:42:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha and Beta</title><content type='html'>I taught Additional Maths last Thursday and last night and all the memories during my secondary school hit my head while the student did her exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Kak Rose, penting ke kalau blaja &lt;em&gt;alpha&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;beta&lt;/em&gt; ni?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, it's important my dear. &lt;em&gt;Alpha&lt;/em&gt; n &lt;em&gt;beta&lt;/em&gt; ni boleh apply dalam banyak benda lagi. Not just in this subtopic.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Tapi jadi pening ah bila tengok &lt;em&gt;alpha&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;beta&lt;/em&gt; ni.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Apasal plak?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sebab &lt;em&gt;alpha&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;beta &lt;/em&gt;ni&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;bukan nombor. Jadi bila nampak &lt;em&gt;alpha&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;beta&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;, jadi takut. Macam banyak la plak benda nak kena buat.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ooo...sou desu ka.&lt;br /&gt;I watched her did the exercises that I gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to think like that also when I was in form 4. So, cannot blame her for feeling like that right? (n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3541572005792977572?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3541572005792977572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3541572005792977572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3541572005792977572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3541572005792977572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/alpha-and-beta.html' title='Alpha and Beta'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6220823733887633505</id><published>2009-04-04T14:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:26:35.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Twilight Series</title><content type='html'>I've never been fond of fantasy stories especially if I have to read the English version. Well, maybe its because I never really tried hard to even understand and imagine all the words written but that's all happen coz I am never really that interested in fantasy storybooks. I read Harry Potter once but only the first book (apa tah nama dia...haa...The Philosopher's Stone kan?) and I also tried to read the first book of The Lord of The Ring...but...emm...not interested. I am always a fan of thriller-spies-like genre from the author of Robert Ludlum, Frederick Forsyth etc. I really enjoy reading their masterpiece even though sometimes it's a bit frustrating coz the stories involve a lot of conspiracies and government intervention. Well, that's the best part I guess. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently, thanks to my ex-office mate, Hanna, I have even spent my lunch hour reading the fantasy-genre books she recommended and she seriously have me thrown into the world of Edward Cullen and Bella. She wanted me to read the David Eddings for my first fantasy book...but somehow changed her mind to suggesting me to read Twilight. Yes, the same Twilight that was made into a movie and shown in Malaysia a couple of months ago. And yup, I read the book and I watched the movie and watched it again for another 5 times. hahahaha... I am seriously easy to be distracted. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I love reading these books. The simple language and the feelings attached to every word written and not to forget, a lot of sense of humour, makes the books better than the movie. I heard they are going to make the sequel of Twilight, New Moon...hahahaha...can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320729352501552562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SdcHJ9nZZbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tOlL7y0BUNE/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yup, I bought all the books (except Eclipse) at Kinokuniya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last book is Breaking Dawn which I haven't read yet but, bought in advance. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, any suggestion of new books? Authors? Genre? Suggestions are welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6220823733887633505?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6220823733887633505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6220823733887633505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6220823733887633505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6220823733887633505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight-series.html' title='The Twilight Series'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SdcHJ9nZZbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tOlL7y0BUNE/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-7215618777358917797</id><published>2009-03-27T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:13:32.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Gambar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tag ni sebenarnya dah lama. Tapi memandangkan aku selalu lupa, baru jer hari ni nak buat ek. hehehe. Tag ni dari &lt;a href="http://munirahrossdy.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag-gamba2.html"&gt;muni&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instruction: Go to photos folder. Go to 6th folder and go to 6th picture in the folder. Then, put the picture on your blog and make a description of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317682646512115842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Scw0MVWdIII/AAAAAAAAAD8/oKIZlv7sj9U/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Scwz0TEHzCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CBpy2wug0eI/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here you go. The sixth picture of the sixth folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. These are my nephews and nieces. Masa ni raya tahun lepas kot. Hehehe. Ni kat my house kat kelantan and rasanya masa tu dua famili dah balik.&lt;br /&gt;Behind from left: Aliff, Adibah, Lisa, Sarah, Afiq&lt;br /&gt;Front from left: Atikah, Afifah, Aqilah and Najwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak tag sesapa. Sesapa yang rajin nak buat, anda amat dialu-alukan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sapa yang paling serupa dengan che su dia? hehehehehe)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-7215618777358917797?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7215618777358917797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=7215618777358917797&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7215618777358917797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7215618777358917797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag-gambar.html' title='Tag Gambar'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Scw0MVWdIII/AAAAAAAAAD8/oKIZlv7sj9U/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4635259929739166056</id><published>2009-03-26T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:17:54.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Reserve (Thursday, March 26)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Country May Be In Recession In 1H09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BNM has warned that the country may be in recession in the first six months of 2009 as global and local economy continues to deteriorate further this year. Governor Tan Sri Dr. Zeti Akhtar Aziz said during an editor’s briefing on Tuesday that there is likelihood that growth in the first and second quarters of 2009 will be negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: Malaysian Reserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malaysia Able To Face Deep Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Malaysia has the capacity to undertake more measures to promote economic growth should global conditions deteriorate further this year, according to BNM. BNM governor Tan Sri Dr. Zeti Akhtar Aziz said recovery of the local economy is expected to occur in the second half of 2009, based on the assumption that global economic condition would stabilize in the second half after the successful implementation of various fiscal and monetary policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real GDP performance is projected to be in between -1% and 1% for 2009 after taking into account the prospects for a deepening global downturn and support to the economy provided by the policy measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: The Malaysian Reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do during the economic crisis? Do you know that we're having economic crisis right now? Maybe some of you didn't even notice coz it's very different from the crisis in 1997/98. That time was more on currency crisis. And you maybe notice what happen in US right now does impact the Malaysia's economy. So, my question again, what do you do during the current economic crisis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nothing, betsuni, natha---&gt; senang cerita, tak buat apa2 pun. Tak tahu pun ada krisis ekonomi skarang ni until I read the newspapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4635259929739166056?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4635259929739166056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4635259929739166056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4635259929739166056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4635259929739166056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/malaysian-reserve-thursday-march-26.html' title='Malaysian Reserve (Thursday, March 26)'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6923379995750400298</id><published>2009-03-25T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:18:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality quiz (from kak Izyan)</title><content type='html'>Baca blog kak Izyan. Berkenan la pulak dengan personality quiz ni. hehehehe. Try the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6923379995750400298?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6923379995750400298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6923379995750400298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6923379995750400298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6923379995750400298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-quiz-from-kak-izyan.html' title='Personality quiz (from kak Izyan)'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-157502785100971923</id><published>2009-03-24T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:17:15.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently and Previously</title><content type='html'>Change of the month:&lt;br /&gt;1. Currently : Finished 3 books in a month---&gt; it'll be more in the future (hahaha--mcrose gelak keji)&lt;br /&gt;    Previously: Finished a book in 3 months (I was lazy okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Currently : Updating blog as recent as possible&lt;br /&gt;    Previously: Updating blog once in a blue moon (don't know what to write)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Currently : Read everything especially about economic reports and even the rating for the companies&lt;br /&gt;    Previously: Read an article that only catches my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Currently : The previously watched + astro awani 501, CNN and BBC channel--&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;    Previouly : Watch HBO, Cinemax, StarMovies, AXN, Animax, KBS channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Currently  : Read the book, watch the Movie e.g Slumdog Millionaire, Twilight&lt;br /&gt;     Previously: Malasnya nak baca. Tengok movie je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Currently : Go for jogging during weekend---&gt; nanti akan improve lagi.&lt;br /&gt;     Previously: Go for jogging during month end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that stay the same is I've got no feelings for anyone and I don't even want to think about it. I've hurt once and time is not healing the wound yet. Call me too carried away but that's who I am. Happy for those who have found the new relationship and even shifted it to the next phase. Pray for me to get the sweet feeling that some of you are feeling right now. (n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-157502785100971923?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/157502785100971923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=157502785100971923&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/157502785100971923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/157502785100971923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/currently-and-previously.html' title='Currently and Previously'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4307919748125988479</id><published>2009-03-23T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:43:12.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penang Trip aka Azrul n Kak Yana's Wedding Trip</title><content type='html'>We went to Penang last weekend. Yes, I went to Penang. The first time in my older years I have printed the invisible footsteps in Penang (Gurney Drive, the place where I bought the white T with Penang on it etc). Great buildings and scenery captivated my heart and sincerely, the food was fabulous too. Thanx to our unpaid tourist guide (Ikram) who was willing to sacrifice his time to show us around. Well, there's a hidden agenda behind it and I'm not gonna tell you guys about it until I got the 'ok' from the 'tuan punya diri'. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrul and Kak Yana's wedding was also great. With moss green being the theme, the bride and the bridegroom were easily noticed. I can see the happiness written all over their faces (just like the word 'shiawase' stamped on both foreheads) hahaha----&gt; just joking&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;But they both look good together and I hope they stay the way they are right now: from sweet couple---&gt;sweet husband and wife----&gt;sweet mom and dad---&gt;sweet grandpa and grandma----&gt;sweet great (3X) grandpa and grandma---------&gt;zutto shiawase ni...(n_n)v. I was surprised with the treatment from both couple as we were not so close in UIA but I was so touched that I forgot about it at all. They were kind enough to offer to send us back to our hotel though its their important day. But too bad, our tourist guide came back to pick us up. Not satisfied, they offer Muni (who went back in the morning) a lift to the bus station the next morning. We really felt its worth coming to Penang this time and I do not hesitate to go there for my next trip. (n_n)v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost:&lt;br /&gt;RM75 for bus fare (return)&lt;br /&gt;RM140 for hotel fee (splitted three---&gt;RM46.70 each)&lt;br /&gt;RM..... for gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience:---&gt; Priceless (given all the friendly welcome, those costs above are nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I don't have the pictures. Go to mclaa's or muni's blog to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4307919748125988479?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4307919748125988479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4307919748125988479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4307919748125988479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4307919748125988479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/penang-trip-aka-azrul-n-kak-yanas.html' title='The Penang Trip aka Azrul n Kak Yana&apos;s Wedding Trip'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1443425762311993200</id><published>2009-03-15T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:01:22.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik dari Kelate</title><content type='html'>Dalam kereta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil membetulkan kepala seat dalam kereta, orang itu kelihatan tenggelam dari belakang kerana kebetulannya aku berada di belakangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: (nama orang itu) tenggelam dari belakang. hehehehe. Seat ni, tempat letak kepala tu tinggi sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang itu: Yelah, saya ni kan pendek. Orang tinggi macam awak tak nampakla tenggelam dari belakang kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: ???????? (aku salah cakap ke? Yang ko terasa tu apasal?)---&gt; mcrose buat muka bengang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1443425762311993200?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1443425762311993200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1443425762311993200&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1443425762311993200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1443425762311993200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/balik-dari-kelate.html' title='Balik dari Kelate'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5811355956029072340</id><published>2009-03-07T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:15:59.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They started with the letter "R"</title><content type='html'>Open tag dari kak Izyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your name ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Roslini Ashari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A four Letter Word ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. A boy's Name ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Riezman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. A girl's Name ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rania [macam nama ratu kan?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. An occupation ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;reaper[?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. A colour ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Something you'll wear ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;robe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. A food ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;roasted chicken! wah...bestnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;robe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. A place ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rhode Island&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. A reason for being late ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;road traffic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Something you'd shout ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. A movie title ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Road to Perdition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Something you drink ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red apple juice [boleh ke?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. A musical/band group ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;raruku [japanese version of laruku]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. An animal ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rabbit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. A street name ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tun Razak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. A type of car ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rolls Royce Corniche [2000]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. The title of a song ~ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ready Steady Go! [by L'arc-en-ciel/Raruku] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa...takder no.8 ah.&lt;br /&gt;saper yang rajin nak buat tag ni, saya sangat mengalu-alukan!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5811355956029072340?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5811355956029072340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5811355956029072340&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5811355956029072340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5811355956029072340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-started-with-letter-r.html' title='They started with the letter &quot;R&quot;'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6373475377434633234</id><published>2009-03-07T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:20:04.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I thought and never thought</title><content type='html'>1. I'm going back to my hometown tonight! Seriously can't wait. I feel so choked here in KL and I really miss my mom and dad. I haven't seen them since December last year you know. uuuu...miss my mom's cooking. Actually, I didn't plan to go back this week. I thought of going back with my brother during the school holidays but as usual, he cancelled it the last minute. And I'm so lucky there's still a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to buy the ticket after work yesterday and was a bit surprise with the ticket's price. Never thought it would be this pricy. Well,  I don't mind a bit. It's just that it's not what I thought the price should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I thought I could last longer last night. Well, I usually sleep at 11 or 12 and last night was the first night of the week that I slept earlier and I woke up just in time to pray for Subh prayer. Uuu...I slept like sleeping beauty I guess. Hahahaha (nak jugak sebut sleeping beauty tu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sophia did it again last night! She didn't want to turn off the brake lights. Uuuu...was she sulking coz i haven't bathed her for the past 2 weeks? Or maybe because I played the CD player too loud every morning? Uuu..my brother's going to fix her today. I hope she'll be okay when I come back! Never thought this could happen to Sophia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6373475377434633234?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6373475377434633234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6373475377434633234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6373475377434633234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6373475377434633234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-thought-and-never-thought.html' title='What I thought and never thought'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3865435394142461448</id><published>2009-03-02T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:14:44.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What were you doing 5 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm...2004...Aku kat UIA, buat degree and still budak-budak lagi. Selalu berangan nak jadi novelis and masa tu ada crush kat sorang budak laki yang nak blaja kat jepun. Suka giler dia tapi dia ingat aku main2 hehehehehe. Takper, aku sedar diri okay. Apa lagi ek, masa tu pun tengah sakit kepala untuk fikir pasal apa yang patut buat dengan hidup aku kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were the 5 things on your to do list today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buat report banks' shareholders untuk bos besok.&lt;br /&gt;*kemas bilik&lt;br /&gt;*tengok anime Prince of Tennis&lt;br /&gt;*gosok baju untuk ke ofis tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;*buat expenditure list of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are 5 snacks that you enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Twisties&lt;br /&gt;*Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak makan banyak snack ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are 5 jobs you've had?&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher kat Sri Gombak&lt;br /&gt;*Teacher di Pengkalan Chepa&lt;br /&gt;*Trainee at MAS&lt;br /&gt;*Exec in Muamalat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 person and who are they?&lt;br /&gt;~Fadh – kalau rajin laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~knowley – kalau rajin jugak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amy – Azlim Almey yang comel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Moon ~ muni jugak kena sekali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3865435394142461448?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3865435394142461448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3865435394142461448&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3865435394142461448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3865435394142461448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8776490934471613625</id><published>2009-03-01T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:37:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jauh perjalanan Luas pemandangan</title><content type='html'>Apa yang korang buat hujung minggu? Tidur macam tak nak bangun untuk jangka masa yang lama? Surf internet sampai macam nak tersembul bijik mata? Tengok tv sampai tv tu macam nak meletup? Atau berjalan-jalan macam aku yang memang macam tak ingat dunia? Hehehe. It's true. Kitorang (aku, mclaa, marya, muna,jannah) semuanya berjalan macam tak ingat dunia. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula-mula, kitorang pergi ke Sunway coz we promised each other to meet there. Kat sana, kitorang semua janji nak jumpa Jas and also Lina yang at the moment tengah pregnant 8 months. Wah, sangat kagum dengan Lina yang masih lagi mampu berjalan ke sana ke mari membawa baby dalam perut. Tapi, mak aku cakap kalau orang pregnant, memang kena banyak berjalan sebab nanti senang nak beranak. Aku tak tau la betul ke tak teori tapi apa pun aku tetap kagum dengan Lina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu kitorang round Sunway tu untuk beli hadiah untuk baby Hasiena yang baru ajer less than a month old. *sigh. Dalam pukul 5 something, kitorang semua pergi ke umah Ina di Sri Petaling (jalan aku nak pegi keje hari2). Yang ini sorang pun aku kagum jugak. Berjalan ke sana ke mari macam orang dah beranak berapa bulan. Padahal dia operate aper. Wah, sebab itu aku cakap dalam entry aku sebelum ni. You won't know how strong can you be unless kalau u berada dalam situasi yang memerlukan u to be extraordinary. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After maghrib, kitorang pegi Midvalley pulak.-jalan lagi. Tapi kali ni, aku pergi Midvalley ada tujuan. Aku pergi nak beli broadband sebab aku bosan giler kat umah dan tak larat asyik menonton televisyen macam nak terkeluar bijik mata. okaylah pricing dia and aku amik celcom yang basic giler packagenya sebab aku pun bukan nak mendownload benda yang hebat pun kan. Setakat download lagu dan manga atau manhwa tu apalah sangat keperluannya. Nanti kat ofis pun keje aku mendownload benda tu jugak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik daripada midvalley tu,kitorang pegi rumah mclaa dulu sebab marya nak parking kereta dia kat situ. Pastu, semua naik keta aku pegi hantar Jannah kat Subang yang dekat dengan airport subang tu. Fuh, jauh giler. Tapi okay jer sebab aku boleh bawak Sophia aku jalan2 and pastu yang seronoknya sebab Jannah belanja makan. Thanx Jannah!! (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas perut dah kenyang, kitorang balik semula ke rumah Mclaa sebab aku overnight kat situ. Biasalah kami kalau berkumpul berdua, mesti macam kucing dapat geng. ada ajer benda yang nak buat lawak nyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya, kitorang stay rumah mclaa sampai pukul 6 petang. Then, aku and Marya balik ke pangkal jalan (balik rumah la!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah hujung mingguku terisi kali ini. Aku suka berjalan weekend sebab aku takde life weekdays. Hidup aku pada hari bekerja adalah bekerja dengan tekun. Weekend pulak kita main dengan riang and in between jangan lupa solat and ingat kita akan mati bila2 ajer. Kerja..kerja jugak. Main..main jugak. Tapi, benda2 yang wajib buat, patut dilaksanakan dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, hari ni Muna masak spagheti. Best giler!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8776490934471613625?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8776490934471613625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8776490934471613625&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8776490934471613625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8776490934471613625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/03/jauh-perjalanan-luas-pemandangan.html' title='Jauh perjalanan Luas pemandangan'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3113796419006193090</id><published>2009-02-27T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:46:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIGOTO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Minggu ini memang melelahkan. Penat. Aku pun tak tau nak tulis apa lagi. Tengoklah tempat aku yang bersepah gila. Maaflah ye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307362462231259186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeKCi-JaDI/AAAAAAAAADc/UE6ztzV3r7U/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siap ada mamee lagi. hehehehehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307362781086426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeKVGzJJjI/AAAAAAAAADk/FfoENpjcxCw/s320/Meja2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni plak siap ada &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nescafe&lt;/span&gt;. Nampak tak &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt; kat air &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;nescafe&lt;/span&gt; tu. hehehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307363618391517730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeLF2AO6iI/AAAAAAAAADs/UvHR_SBPMg0/s320/Meja3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pening. Aku yang tengok pun pening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Takpe. Nanti petang aku kemas dan aku upload gambar tempat aku yang bersih dan kemas okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Itupun kalau bos aku tak mintak macam-macam la. hehehehehehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3113796419006193090?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3113796419006193090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3113796419006193090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3113796419006193090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3113796419006193090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/02/shigoto.html' title='SHIGOTO!'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeKCi-JaDI/AAAAAAAAADc/UE6ztzV3r7U/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-291543782633609120</id><published>2009-02-25T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:32:16.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk kamu yang suka makan FRUITS</title><content type='html'>Aku adalah antara manusia yang tidak menikmati pemberian tuhan dengan sebaiknya. Nak tahu kenapa aku cakap macam tu? Sebabnya aku adalah antara manusia &lt;em&gt;'alien'&lt;/em&gt; yang langsung tidak makan buah (that's a lie. Aku makan jugak ah buat rambutan and nenas and apples) Aku tak makan limau, grapes, durian, manggis, betik, jambu and you name it, aku memang tak makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pernah cuba belajar untuk makan tapi tak berjaya dan usaha itu hanya sia-sia. So, apabila sahaja melihat buah-buahan yang dipetik fresh dari pokok kat kampung aku, aku memang tiada perasaan kecur air liur ataupun perasaan ingin menikmatinya. So, bagi yang suka makan buah, enjoy the pictures...(and the pictures only!!!) hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeHKk8ExbI/AAAAAAAAADU/qkj6ppHRQAE/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307359301663507890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeHKk8ExbI/AAAAAAAAADU/qkj6ppHRQAE/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeG_MvsVkI/AAAAAAAAADM/WDsfAYASUF0/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307359106190562882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeG_MvsVkI/AAAAAAAAADM/WDsfAYASUF0/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307358998348406786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeG47AHoAI/AAAAAAAAADE/i51AipnaaPk/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeGwNyMT5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eeYJy-8mi-c/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307358848771444626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeGwNyMT5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eeYJy-8mi-c/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka buat entry merapu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12862621-291543782633609120?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/291543782633609120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=291543782633609120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/291543782633609120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/291543782633609120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/02/untuk-kamu-yang-suka-makan-fruits.html' title='Untuk kamu yang suka makan FRUITS'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SaeHKk8ExbI/AAAAAAAAADU/qkj6ppHRQAE/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8479273997017316641</id><published>2009-02-25T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:20:36.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like A Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've never felt this empty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We are all rowing a boat of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The waves will guide you through another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indeed, nobody really knows who they are. If you say you know what kind of person are you, try giving yourself a hard time and you'll be surprise to what extent that you can go. Yes, really. It's beyond your normal-day imagination and it'll startle you in every way you want it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I may haven't seen a lot and I may not be the best person to judge another people and I thought I've experienced enough to know I am who I am and I can never be someone else. I've loved, been loved, I've cried a lot and smiled and laughed a lot and I still do not know how far can I go. Don't blame other people if you are not successful in life. It's the path that you have chosen and being successful in life is a partial part of what a life should be. But that's not all about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may regretted something that you have done in the past. You may feel sorry to have let go of someone you really loved or liked. You may feel so stupid that you have hurted your family in anyway that you knew. But, if you haven't done that, you can never be someone you are right now. So, be thankful of what you have and it's okay to strive for more. But be careful. Just like in the song, "&lt;em&gt;the waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;/em&gt;", there are challenges and chances that might come to test the most extreme part of you. To see how far and to what extent will you go. So, in solving the challenges and grabbing the opportunity that comes, don't ever hurt other people because it will give you nothing but loneliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorrylah, hari ni jadi minah jiwang sikit. hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8479273997017316641?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8479273997017316641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8479273997017316641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8479273997017316641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8479273997017316641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-like-boat.html' title='Life Is Like A Boat'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2685899595997845734</id><published>2009-02-23T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:43:27.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naming things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I AM GETTING NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay these are a few non-human things that I gave names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307345664891593714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sad6w0ASo_I/AAAAAAAAACU/x22W8SdISe0/s320/Mel0dy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307344368453528434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sad5lWZXq3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZASlJPZ1cmw/s320/C0ntr0l+ayu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fa&lt;/span&gt;Ro&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt; (a shortname to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fa&lt;/span&gt;timah, Roslini and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307345074377932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sad6OcK3QGI/AAAAAAAAACM/ajcClM0aSc0/s320/Mid0ri+n+ryu.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ryuu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Midori&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are the Lucky Bamboo. Do you know that Lucky Bamboo comes from Cameroon and not from China? Check Wiki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And don't forget my Sophia. (Forgot to take her picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2685899595997845734?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2685899595997845734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2685899595997845734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2685899595997845734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2685899595997845734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/02/naming-things.html' title='Naming things'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Sad6w0ASo_I/AAAAAAAAACU/x22W8SdISe0/s72-c/Mel0dy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5060563137128193555</id><published>2009-02-20T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:05:20.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku diam dan terus diam</title><content type='html'>Bila aku tengok frenster tadi, aku mendapat comment dari sorang mamat yang cerita pasal aku dirisik. Hishkh...semua orang telah confuse sekarang ni. Ada orang merisik aku? Bukan merisik. Dia juga ditipu hidup-hidup oleh saudara maranya. Sedaranya (yang juga ada bau-bau bacang dengan aku), ajak dia pegi rumah mak sedara aku. Kononnya nak pegi melawat sedara, tapi sebenarnya dia nak bawa mamat ni tengok gambar aku. Dia pun tak sangka, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days dia tengok gambar aku tu, dia pun telefon aku dan kami berbual macam dah kenal lama. Okay, he's a good guy dan dia juga kepala anime macam aku. Dia orang graphics and he loves computer. Dia cerita banyak benda kat aku sampai aku rasa macam kami ni dah kawan lama. Sepanjang kami kenal tu, banyak benda yang aku belajar pasal dia dan aku rasa dia cool. But for that particular time, that's it. We are juz friends and nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu 14 Februari hari tu, dia ajak aku pegi umah abang dia kat Selayang. Okaylah. Aku pun pegi jugak dengan abang aku and da family. Kami dinner di rumah abangnya. He has a nice and warm family. You know, jenis yang kepala gila-gila dan cakap macam geng lama. My family and I had a very comfortable time together with his family. But my hopes stop there. I've thought about this and it's not gonna work out. Believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the situation now is, I know him, he knows me. I know his family, he knows my brother's family. But the level of the relationship is: SOMEONE THAT I KNOW. Texting him would be a waste right now coz he wouldn't even reply it. So, I don't even know whether he wants to continue to be even my friend or not. So that's it okay. I'll remain quiet, stay silent, do nothing and I'm not regretting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5060563137128193555?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5060563137128193555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5060563137128193555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5060563137128193555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5060563137128193555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2009/02/aku-diam-dan-terus-diam.html' title='Aku diam dan terus diam'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2053881582444108158</id><published>2008-11-25T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:32:14.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DBSK Mirotic (dance version)</title><content type='html'>Tak tahulah sejak bila aku minat lagu DBSK/TVXQ/Tohoshinki ni. Tapi bila tengok video diaorang menari dalam youtube, tiba-tiba sangat bersemangat untuk jadi kurus. kwang. kwang. kwang. check the youtube below. (n_n)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1mTgnt5GkYQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2053881582444108158?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2053881582444108158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2053881582444108158&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2053881582444108158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2053881582444108158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/11/dbsk-mirotic-dance-version.html' title='DBSK Mirotic (dance version)'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3572799442758319547</id><published>2008-11-19T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:03:45.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furbys-real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furbys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarsius Pumilus'/><title type='text'>Tarsius Pumilus : Cute or Scary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SSN85_m-DnI/AAAAAAAAABc/QFj5eTj9Uqk/s1600-h/furby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270193324722884210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SSN85_m-DnI/AAAAAAAAABc/QFj5eTj9Uqk/s320/furby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A primate species that looks like a living, breathing version of the Furby electronic toy has been found alive in the forested highlands of an Indonesian island for the first time in more than 70 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SSN9phGj3bI/AAAAAAAAABk/WBnSMPewJqA/s1600-h/furbys+fake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270194141167607218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SSN9phGj3bI/AAAAAAAAABk/WBnSMPewJqA/s320/furbys+fake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They have the distinctive, big-eyed look often associated with Furbys, gremlin-like talking toys that were popular in the late 1990s. Compared with the robotic Furbys, however, the real animals' dimensions are seriously downsized: They typically measure less than 4 inches (105 mm) from head to tail, with most of that length being tail. They weigh less than 2 ounces. And unlike Furbys, they hardly ever vocalize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Pygmy Tarsier is a nocturnal species. It spends most of the daylight hours sleeping on vertical branches in the canopy. T. pumilus is not a nest builder. Unlike other tarsier species, it does not use scent glands to mark territorial boundaries. Also, tactile communication and interaction is important with the Pygmy Tarsier, as in other tarsier species.&lt;br /&gt;Tarsiers, in general, are insectivorous, and tarsiers are the only primates that are completely carnivorous. They eat arthropods, and there are anecdotal stories of T. pumilus capturing birds and snakes. They also, as insectivores, play an integral role in their habitat in structuring the insect community and in the local food webs.&lt;em&gt; - Wikipedia -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at : &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27786771/?GT1=43001"&gt;real life furbys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba teringat cerita Gremlin. uuuu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3572799442758319547?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3572799442758319547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3572799442758319547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3572799442758319547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3572799442758319547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/11/tarsius-pumilus-cute-or-scary.html' title='Tarsius Pumilus : Cute or Scary?'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SSN85_m-DnI/AAAAAAAAABc/QFj5eTj9Uqk/s72-c/furby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2210310961557581097</id><published>2008-11-14T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:28:13.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The degrading interest in Maths</title><content type='html'>Hidup aku memang penuh dengan kerja. Mungkin sebab aku belum efisyen enough to be an efficient executive ataupun memang bos aku tu tak tau yang dia kasik aku banyak giler kerja yang tak agak2 macam nak pecah kepala otak aku nak startnya. Huhuhuhu...aku merungut? Memang aku kuat merungut! So let me be!!!!!! Ko dengki kenapa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku dah mula belajar banyak benda. Aku rasa sekarang aku dah tau sebab yang sebenarnya aku join banking instead of jadik lecturer. Mungkin minat aku yang tidak begitu mendalam dalam maths menyebabkan aku malas nak jadi pengajar walaupun aku tau yang sebenarnya menjadi pengajar itu suatu tugas yang mulia. But, don't get me wrong. I still loves maths! It's just that not to the extent sampai kan nak sambung belajar dalam bidang maths. Oh tidak! Aku memang tak sama macam Fatimah atau Amy atau Yana n Ina yang sambung belajar dalam bidang maths yang menyebabkan aku kagum dengan keupayaan mereka. Huhuhuhu (kenapa sejak2 akhir ini aku rasa ayat aku dah jadi macam ayat dalam komik?) (n_n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin the degrading interest in maths membuatkan aku jadi lebih aware tentang economics and apa2 sahaja report tentang loans, financing dalam dan luar negara. I'm not saying that they are not related. It's just that I cannot kill two birds with one stone. I can concentrate only on one thing and right no it is surely not maths. (sigh*) Tapi benda baru yang aku buat ni aku belajar dengan tekun okay[?] Well, mungkin tak sangat sebab aku ada sahaja masa untuk mendownload komik dan lagu. Dulu bukan main lagi kena block segala macam benda yang illegal ni, tapi sekarang ni dah boleh access! (n_n)v. Berkat kesabaran mcrose yang sememangnya tak berapa suka bekerja dengan serius. kwang. kwang. kwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku still suka apa2 benda yang berkaitan dengan maths. Walaupun sekarang ni aku sedang belajar dengan bos aku untuk jadik analyst (kononnya la!), aku still lagi ada masa untuk membaca benda2 yang berkaitan dengan maths dalam Wiki. Ini semua berkat menonton cerita Numb3rs yang memang cool giler!!! Buat masa sekarang aku akan cuba sedaya upaya untuk grab sebanyak mungkin knowledge yang ada daripada bos aku (walaupun situasi  belajarnya sangatla berlainan) dan menguji tahap keupayaan aku sama ada aku layak jadi analyst yang bagus atau tidak. Belum try belum tahu kan! Yosh...ganbaremashoo!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2210310961557581097?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2210310961557581097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2210310961557581097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2210310961557581097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2210310961557581097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/11/degrading-interest-in-maths.html' title='The degrading interest in Maths'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4429295721702302679</id><published>2008-11-13T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:48:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTPTN : Bayar hutang</title><content type='html'>Sekarang baru aku tau kenapa orang kata PTPTN ni sangatla menyakitkan hati. Baru2 ini aku pergilah CIMB untuk bayar PTPTN. Dah keje kan, mestilah kena bayar hutang. Tak baik tau, orang lain pun nak guna duit untuk belajar jugak, itulah yang aku fikir. CIMB dekat ajer dengan Muamalat ni. Kalau tak salah aku, ni kalau keempat aku bayar kat CIMB. Taknak lah tolak dari akaun sebab aku tak nak fixkan bayaran. Manalah tau that months urgent nak guna duit ke apa, so, aku fikir baik pergi bayar manual je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kat kaunter aku tanyalah pegawai bank tu macam mana nak check balance berapa yang aku dah bayar? Dia kata yang tu kena check dengan PTPTN. Balik jer office, aku bukak website PTPTN and call PTPTN for the pin number. They gave me the pin number and I viewed my account in PTPTN. Itu dia kau! Selama ni yang aku bayar tu baru bayar kos pentadbiran je. huhuhuhu. Heran jugak mula2. So aku call PTPTN tanya, dia pun stat explain. blablablabla... aku pun mengangguk tanda faham. Hati tengah panas tapi nasib baik orang PTPTN tu explain dengan lemah lembut. Kalau dapat yang suara tinggi jugak mau kena sound dengan aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: korang kalau dah stat keje, baik stat cepat2 bayar. Why? Sebab satu, duit yang kita bayar tu boleh tolong orang lain. 2nd one, hutang wajib dibayar walau tidak dituntut. 3rd one, kalau tak bayar sekarang, dia akan bertambah sebanyak yang mungkin. Contohnya, aku hutang dalam RM28000 dengan PTPTN after 6 months kalau tak dapat bayar, dia akan plus RM28000X.0023=RM28065.33. Inilah yang berlaku seterusnya. So, kalau tak nak korang punya hutang membahagi macam chlamydomonas, baik korang stat fikir macam mana nak bayar hutang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: aku bukan kerja dengan PTPTN and takder masanya aku nak tolong promote PTPTN ni. Tapi ni peringatan sementara masih berkesempatan. Selamat membayar hutang!!! (n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4429295721702302679?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4429295721702302679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4429295721702302679&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4429295721702302679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4429295721702302679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/11/ptptn-bayar-hutang.html' title='PTPTN : Bayar hutang'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-247138589524503604</id><published>2008-11-10T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:53:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody but U - Wondergirls</title><content type='html'>Selama ni aku takder la suka sangat pompuan gedik yang menari ntah apa2 tapi aku suka lagu this group. These are Wondergirls. Diaorang ni memang famous for their cuteness. Their songs pun selalu number 1 kat Music Bank (KBS World charts). Despite of kadang2 menyampah tengok diaorang tergedik, I really like their song. They are famous with their so called cute dance and single diaorang yang paling famous is Tell Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: ignore the first part of the clip. It's from Park Ji Young with a song titled Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OC7-y2LK50k&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-247138589524503604?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/247138589524503604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=247138589524503604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/247138589524503604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/247138589524503604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody-but-u-wondergirls.html' title='Nobody but U - Wondergirls'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-441592618876922180</id><published>2008-10-31T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:51:00.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JB'/><title type='text'>Balik JB</title><content type='html'>I went back to JB last weekend to celebrate a hari raya there. Met my beloved nephews and nieces and my small Darwish (refer to the previous posts), He's getting better. He was so small that hugging him felt like hugging a breathing, warm teddy bear. Mesti dia rimas sebab che su dia selalu cium and peluk dia. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did nothing special there actually, except buying a few dvds and a whole season 3 of Supernatural. hahahaha. Dean is soooooo cute. And not to forget, playing with my nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part was I took another Emergency leave on Tuesday coz I was out of ticket and the only time available was at 6.30 a.m in the morning on Monday. 6.30 a.m? You've gotta be kidding me. So, I called the PA and told her I'm taking an EL on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday however, I did not go back with the bus although I've already bought the ticket. I went back by my brother's car. hahahaha. A sport car. Which when you drive 200km/h, it feels like  you're driving at 120 km/h a normal car. A journey that was supposed to be 3 1/2 hours was shortened to 2 1/2 hours. hahahaha.  Being in the car reminds me of Sophia (I called my car Sophia even though it's a Wira car. Don't know why but the name seems to suit the car. hehehe) and driving at 120-140km/h is already making her tired. Though, it's very excited to be inside the car (it has every single thing that a car should have) I still love my Sophia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-441592618876922180?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/441592618876922180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=441592618876922180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/441592618876922180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/441592618876922180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/10/balik-jb.html' title='Balik JB'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5974771073720143558</id><published>2008-10-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:55:12.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bawak kereta laju</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka pandu kereta dengan laju&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun takdelah hebat mana keretaku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tetap tersenyum lebar&lt;br /&gt;Kerana&lt;br /&gt;Aku boleh pandu keretaku dengan laju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tadi aku pandu kereta dengan laju lagi&lt;br /&gt;Cilok kanan&lt;br /&gt;Pusing kiri&lt;br /&gt;Drifting macam Takumi Initial D&lt;br /&gt;tapi sebenarnya perasan dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;Nak buat betul-betul tak berani&lt;br /&gt;Manalah tahu terlanggar orang kat tepi&lt;br /&gt;Kang susah nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tadi aku pandu kereta laju lagi&lt;br /&gt;Signboard kata 90km/j&lt;br /&gt;Aku bantai lagi laju&lt;br /&gt;Signboard kata 60km/j&lt;br /&gt;Aku perlahankan sikit&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masih lagi laju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tadi aku pandu kereta dengan laju lagi&lt;br /&gt;Kereta BMW kat sebelah kiri&lt;br /&gt;Kereta Mercedes sebelah kanan&lt;br /&gt;Aku peduli apa&lt;br /&gt;Yang penting aku pandu kereta aku&lt;br /&gt;Dengan laju lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Aku suka pandu kereta dengan laju&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tetap fikir orang yang tersayang&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; gelak dengan keji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun tak tahu apa motif aku buat benda ni hari ni. Tapi yang penting aku nak update blog aku tapi aku tak tahu nak tulis apa....skarang dah updated...! (n_n)V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA.&lt;br /&gt;PANDU CERMAT, JIWA SELAMAT.&lt;br /&gt;NAK DRIFTING BOLEH, MAKE SURE SELAMAT SAMPAI DESTINASI. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5974771073720143558?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5974771073720143558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5974771073720143558&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5974771073720143558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5974771073720143558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/10/bawak-kereta-laju.html' title='Bawak kereta laju'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8568027587701825601</id><published>2008-09-12T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:46:46.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest nephew : The premature baby boy</title><content type='html'>I was having a slight headache out of insomnia due to internet oversurfing when I received a text message from my pregnant sister in JB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I kat puteri hosp ni. Just give birth to a baby boy due to heavy bleeding td. Doctor trus operate to save the baby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was like...stopped. Heavy bleeding? Operation?? What happen?????!!!!! I was shaking. This cannot be happening. It's my sister's 6th child and her 2nd baby boy. The pregnancy should be smooth and easy. I guess only Allah knows. It was around sahur that time and I had no appetite at all. Just a cup of nescafe and half slice of bread. I really wanted to call her but looking at the inappropriate time, I suppressed down the need for the answer of my question. Uuuu....it was so depressing. I was so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her around 10 a.m just now. She told me what happened and I wept silently (what do you expect, I was in the office!) How would you feel if your sister told you she bled so much that she had to lie on her own pool of blood? Uuuuu....I am thankful that she is okay and the baby too. Do you know what my sister said about her baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My baby nak sambut hari raya together dengan adik-beradik dia yang lain. That's why dia keluar sebelum raya."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half laughing and half crying. Well, he was suppose to come out around October. And now here he is, eager to see the world that he freaked out his mother and the entire family. Uuu...this is a new story in my family. Do you believe me when I said that I was crying thankfully while typing this post? It's a whole new story to tell our Mohd Darwish. Please be safe and may Allah bless you! Ganbaruyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244974167282649762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SMnkN1D7iqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tmq1umvY8kI/s320/baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cepat-cepat sihat and smile for che su just like the baby in da picture, okay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Right now, my little nephew is still in ICU. Please pray for his safety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8568027587701825601?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8568027587701825601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8568027587701825601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8568027587701825601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8568027587701825601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-newest-nephew-premature-baby-boy.html' title='My newest nephew : The premature baby boy'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SMnkN1D7iqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tmq1umvY8kI/s72-c/baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1822520503486801972</id><published>2008-09-11T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:24:37.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work and Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>It's already the 11th day of Ramadhan. Honestly, this Ramadhan is not the same with my previous years. Maybe it's because the first time during my working age. Hahahaha. I don't know. But it's truly exhausting. I usually collapse before Isya' and will wake up at 4 to perform Isya' with terawih. Alone. It's not the same anymore. I know you guys will say it's just an excuse but seriously I'm easily tired nowadays. Dame! Dame! (read da-me---&gt;it means cannot!) This cannot continue. I'm wasting the blessed month of the year (which may be the last one-well who knows) and I haven't done anything good so far! Argh....! It's pressuring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that I went to see my nieces and nephews in JB like two days before Ramadhan? Oh my God! They were so adoreable and I miss them a lot. I don't know why but I love kids around their age (3-7 years old). Uuuu...maybe it's because I'm so used to be alone and the feeling to have a little brother/sister keeps gathering inside me. Hehehehehe...Fadh is so lucky to have a lot of sisters and brothers. Oh well! I could say that I'm lucky too. Well, just because I don't have little brother/sister, doesn't mean I can't pretend to have one right? Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is pressuring me. A pile of work seems not enough that he keeps giving me another impossible-to-finish-in-time-given-task that I keep asking myself what is going on with this guy. I mean, if you're given another type of work at 4 on Thursday, what do you expect me to do? Finish it off in an hour and send it the next day? You've got to be kidding me. It's a simple work, yes. But it involves a lot of sources and I will need time to browse through just to find the raw data. And not to mention the period that he wants the data is to be from year 2000 and in quarter too. What the hell??????? It's almost 8 years and even Bank Negara's most recent data is from 2006. (Mc Rose tepuk dahi and geleng kepala.) I'm having headaches!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, we have to really predict the unpredictables. Uuuuu....=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1822520503486801972?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1822520503486801972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1822520503486801972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1822520503486801972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1822520503486801972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-and-ramadhan.html' title='work and Ramadhan'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2228637030016153047</id><published>2008-07-01T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:46:38.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawai'/><title type='text'>kelebihan</title><content type='html'>Kadang-kadang Tuhan bagi kelebihan kepada kita sebab nak tengok sama ada kita bersyukur dengan nikmatnya atau tidak. Cantik ke, pandai ke, kaya ke, semuanya ada hikmah tersendiri dan bukannya untuk dibangga-banggakan. Masalahnya, manusia ni tak faham. Kalau Tuhan bagi kecantikan pada orang ni, adala yang dengkila...tak kurang yang kata..'ni buat pembedahan plastik ni. takkan cantik sampai macam tu skali.' pulak dah!. dah Tuhan nak bagi dia cantik, yang ko dengki tu apesal? Kena fikir positif. Kena baik sangka. Kalau kita selalu fikir kelebihan orang lain tu sebab dia buat sesuatu yang tak elok untuk dapat kelebihannya, kita akan selalu tidak puas hati. Kita akan selalu komen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama jugak dengan orang yang pandai. Dah Tuhan bagi pandai kat orang tu, ko yang tak berapa nak pandai ni terima je la. Usaha la dengan cara yang lain supaya pandai macam dia. Yang ko pegi sabotaj diala, pegi santau dia la, ada ko jadi pandai macam dia jugak? Takde kan? Tuhan ni Maha Adil. Dia bagi orang ni kelebihan sebelah sini, dia akan bagi kelebihan pada ko sebelah lain pulak. Tak payah bimbang. Dengan syarat, ko tahu yang ko ni hamba Dia dan ko tahu apa yang patut ko buat untuk dapat rahmat Dia. Takkan kayanya ko dengan buat naya kat orang. Percayalah kataku!. Hidup jangan terlalu dengki ngan orang nanti kita takkan reti bersyukur dengan apa yang kita ada. Tapi hidup kena ada sikit dengki ngan orang supaya kita akan belajar untuk improve diri kita. Pandai-pandai lah &lt;em&gt;wasatiah&lt;/em&gt; yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217881316007522930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SGmjaVDGsnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1dxtlGqd_ck/s320/kawai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217881893102907570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SGmj765XcLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QDodeCy3lCg/s320/mongoli%27s+pretty+girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar minah dua orang ni takde kena mengena dengan entry aku. Saja je nak bagi korang semua tengok antara orang yang cantik. Gambar yang paling atas is a Taiwanese. Umur 22. The 2nd picture is a Mongolian. Kawai ne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2228637030016153047?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2228637030016153047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2228637030016153047&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2228637030016153047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2228637030016153047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/07/kelebihan.html' title='kelebihan'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/SGmjaVDGsnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/1dxtlGqd_ck/s72-c/kawai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6472008557446562729</id><published>2008-06-24T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:51:36.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lina&apos;s wedding'/><title type='text'>hari sesat sedunia</title><content type='html'>sesat. sesat boleh membawa kepada pelbagai pengertian. sesat dalam kehidupan bukanlah bermakna kemana-mana sahaja anda pergi anda pasti sesat tapi lebih kepada hilang tujuan hidup. tapi entry ini bukanlah ingin menceritakan tentang orang-orang yang sesat dalam kehidupan atau yang sewaktu dengannya. tapi entry ini lebih kepada bercerita tentang kami yang bukan sahaja sesat untuk pergi ke majlis Lina, tetapi juga sesat di Sunway Pyramid hatta jalan balik ke rumah Muni.(walaupun kesesatan itu tidaklah nyata kerana tuan rumah mampu menunjukkan jalan balik ke rumahnya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension. Tanggal 21 June yang lalu memanglah hari sesat sedunia untuk aku, fadh, laa and muni. sesat. Dalam Sunway Pyramid tu pun boleh sesat. aku pun tak faham kenapa. Kami sesat bukan kerana tidak menjumpai particular shop ataupun ingin mencari barang, kami sesat kerana kami mampu masuk ke dalam Sunway Pyramid tu tapi tidak menjumpai jalan keluar ke Carpark. arrgghhhh....tension giler! Mau taknya, sudahlah terpampang besar nama level tu di mana-mana dalam Sunway Pyramid tu, pintu keluar pulak tak jumpa....iskh...iskh....memang hari sesat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu baru satu masalah selesai. selepas itu kami menuju ke rumah Lina. sesat lagi. adoi...! takpe. hari itu ajer kami sesat. insya allah kami takkan sesat lagi lain kali. hehehehehe(kerana ada kemungkinan untuk tidak lagi pergi ke tempat itu). -..."sesungguhnya Allah bersama dengan orang-orang yang sabar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apapun, gembira melihat Lina dan Khalid yang berseri-seri dan secocok dengan persalinan berwarna kuning. Memanglah raja sehari. Dahlah aku jumpa buah hati aku kat situ. hahahahaha. I was so happy. Ketensenan akibat sesat terus hilang apabila bercakap dengan budak itu. kwang. kwang. (Dia dah ada makwe. Jangan memandai!). Mcrose senyum sampai telinga. This heart belongs to that person who will never know that this heart really belongs to him. Yang budak tu admire jer. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperpun, congrats Lina and Khalid! Sama cantik. Sama padan. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6472008557446562729?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6472008557446562729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6472008557446562729&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6472008557446562729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6472008557446562729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/06/hari-sesat-sedunia.html' title='hari sesat sedunia'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4105234795461405424</id><published>2008-06-16T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:46:23.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 perkara'/><title type='text'>7 perkara</title><content type='html'>Saya ditag oleh Muni. sajer jer lah tu nak suruh jugak orang buat benda ni. tapi okay jer. sebab sekarang ni otak tengah tepu dan tidak mampu lagi untuk menghadap nombor yang sangat banyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 fakta tentang saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) anak bongsu daripada enam adik beradik&lt;br /&gt;2) satu-satunya yang dilahirkan di hospital. adik beradik saya yang lain semuanya dilahirkan di rumah. dilahirkan pada waktu subuh pada 25 April 1984.&lt;br /&gt;3) bersekolah di kelantan dari kecik sampai besar. sekolah rendah di Sek. Ren. Dato' Hashim (1). my secondary school was Sek Men. Pengkalan Chepa (1). Walaupun saya mendapat tawaran untuk ke MRSM, saya menolaknya berikutan tidak mahu berpisah dengan mak dan ayah. hehehehe. Tapi terpaksa berpisah untuk ke Matrix UIA pada 2002-2003 dan ke UIA Gombak pada 2003-2006 and end 2006 until mid 2007 saya terpaksa berpindah ke Kuantan berikutan mengikuti perpindahan kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;4) saya sangat suka muzik. kalau kedengaran enak di telinga saya, saya akan berusaha untuk bukan setakat mencari lirik tetapi juga akan cuba memahami dan membuat tafsiran saya sendiri tentang lagu dan lirik tersebut. bahasa apa2 pun boleh. pun begitu saya tidak mampu membezakan genre muzik di mana melodinya kedengaran lebih kurang sama. (suka buat benda yang tak berfaedah...bila nak insaf!)&lt;br /&gt;5) saya sangat suka menonton movies dan dramas (selalunya korean dan japanese). saya boleh menghabiskan masa sepanjang hari dengan menonton siri kegemaran saya. I enjoy movies a lot. saya boleh menonton movie yang sama berulang kali kerana saya suka memahami apa dan mengapa skrip itu begitu. Contohnya: saya telah menonton Bourne (Identity, Supremacy and Ultimatum) sebanyak 8 kali. (Baru lapan kali). hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;6) saya sangat sensititif dan sangat senang menangis.&lt;br /&gt;7) saya suka bermonolog. saya selalu risau orang fikir saya kurang waras kerana saya memang suka bermonolog. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara menakutkan saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) gagal dalam hidup. hereafter and here.&lt;br /&gt;2)keluarga saya tidak hiraukan saya----&gt;saya sangat manja dengan keluarga (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;3) lipas dan segala serangga yang mempunyai kaki macam lipas dan terbang....eeeeeiiii&lt;br /&gt;4) orang marah saya&lt;br /&gt;5) terasa hati kerana saya----&gt;walaupun saya selalu sahaja buat orang di sekeliling saya terasa hati dengan saya.&lt;br /&gt;6) hantu dan segala makhluk yang sewaktu dengannya&lt;br /&gt;7) pretenders. men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 lagu buat masa sekarang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, cukup ke 7 ajer. hehehehe. I'll choose the best. Tapi semuanya lagu lama dan saya tak kisah biarpun orang kata lagu ni dah ketinggalan zaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tong Hua- Guang Liang (lagu lama tapi saya mendengar dan meminatinya sekarang ini)&lt;br /&gt;2) Daybreak's Bell - L'arc-en-ciel&lt;br /&gt;3) Ashita Hareru Kana - Keisuke Kuwata---&gt; OST Proposal Daisakusen (Operation Love)&lt;br /&gt;4) Gojidmal (Lies) - Big Bang &lt;br /&gt;5) Hikari - Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;6) Drink It Down - L'arc-en-ciel---&gt; OST Devil May Cry IV&lt;br /&gt;7) Sempurna - Andra and The Backbone---&gt; kerana saya tak suka Gita (sorry cik Moon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara yang saya selalu sebut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ya Allah!&lt;br /&gt;2) nandayo!&lt;br /&gt;3) .........ek?&lt;br /&gt;4) biar betol!&lt;br /&gt;5) saje je!&lt;br /&gt;6) aaa.....(contohnya...aaa, macam tu ek?)&lt;br /&gt;7) tak senonoh betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara yang amat bernilai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) keluarga&lt;br /&gt;2) tubuh badan yang sihat&lt;br /&gt;3) otak saya&lt;br /&gt;4) komputer n internet---&gt;takder ni takleh buat keje ma!&lt;br /&gt;5) contact lenses n spectacles&lt;br /&gt;6) best friends and friends&lt;br /&gt;7) harta benda yang saya ada sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 'pertama kali' dalam hidup saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) melihat dunia 25 April 1984&lt;br /&gt;2) 1993 - menang pertandingan melukis. sebelum ni asyik dapat nombor 3 dan 2 ajer.&lt;br /&gt;3) 1995 - pertama kali menjejakkan kaki di holy land and berada di depan Ka'bah.&lt;br /&gt;4) 2002 - staying far away from my beloved family. sebulan jugaklah homesick and call my mom coz I miss her a lot. uuuu...&lt;br /&gt;5) 2002 and 2004- my first handphone---&gt; nokia 3310. abang yang belikan. and my first laptop Prestigio. mak yang belikan.---&gt; nak jugak bagitau. hei...betul apa. selama ini jauh dari family. I appreciate both things tu sampai sekarang. walaupun dah lunyai tapi masih lagi disimpan elok.&lt;br /&gt;6) 2004 - my first work kat Seri Gombak. Jadi english teacher kat tuition centre. tapi quitted after a month and a half coz tak sempat nak prepare teaching materials. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;7) 2008 - my first car-2nd hand wira aeroback. huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 blog yang dipilih:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) lutfi&lt;br /&gt;2) ceghah&lt;br /&gt;3) muni&lt;br /&gt;4) arshana--&gt; sebab ada laruku!&lt;br /&gt;5) kak izyan&lt;br /&gt;6) mayat hidup&lt;br /&gt;7) faisal tehrani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4105234795461405424?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4105234795461405424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4105234795461405424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4105234795461405424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4105234795461405424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-perkara.html' title='7 perkara'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-5393571371007345557</id><published>2008-06-16T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:39:05.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare&apos;s secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capsquare'/><title type='text'>Prom night</title><content type='html'>Me and my office mate went to Capsquare which is around 10 minutes walking from our office. Actually, I'd no idea of the whereabout of the place. Luckily one of my colleague knew. We went there to watch movie actually because it was so boring to watch youtube in the office. The only available choice of movie at that time was Prom Night. A typical horror thriller movie and not suggestable for those who want something different. I like the boyfriend though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I bought ANOTHER new storybook. The Shakespeare's Secret. Haven't read yet coz I'm finishing my Frederick Forsyth's. It's progressing to page 90 right now. But still, I am not proud of myself. *sigh* =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-5393571371007345557?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/5393571371007345557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=5393571371007345557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5393571371007345557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/5393571371007345557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/06/prom-night.html' title='Prom night'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6903748694282520931</id><published>2008-06-10T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:28:17.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The degrading interest in reading</title><content type='html'>Dulu saya sangat suka membaca buku. Walaupun mostly buku cerita dan lebih kepada mysteries and adventure, tapi pokok pangkalnya saya sangat gemar membaca. Buku cerita yang dibeli selalunya mampu dihabiskan dalam masa sehari. Dan selalunya saya akan membeli lebih daripada sebuah buku cerita. Hasilnya, berkotak-kotak buku di rumah adalah buku milik saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now it's a different story. Books are less amusing now. I still read them but not to the extent of having a book in 2-3 days. You name it. English or Malay novels, they do not entertain me like they used to. It's not that the books are not good. It's just me. With this degrading interest in reading books, I am afraid I will surely fall into the category--&gt; people who read a book in a year. [Or is it a page?] I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought two books. One was recommended by my nephew and the other one was a book that I bought out of my curiousity. With a lot of information in Wiki, of course. I bought them since like....umm....March[?]. But for the Malay novel (the recommended one), I think I'm reading page 10 right now and for the English novel...I think I'm stuck at page 16. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a good sign. Not at all. With the situation I am now [that requires a lot of reading], this is baaaaad! But somehow, can't help it. Seriously. uuuu.....zen me ban?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the books are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tombiruo--&gt;Ramlee Awang Murshid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Day of the Jackal--&gt;Frederick Forsyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6903748694282520931?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6903748694282520931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6903748694282520931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6903748694282520931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6903748694282520931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/06/degrading-interest-in-reading.html' title='The degrading interest in reading'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1012319877051740642</id><published>2008-05-22T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:34:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodiac;signs</title><content type='html'>I've encountered quite a few entries discussing about zodiacs and signs. I don't really believe it somehow coz it's not because of those constellations that we are what we are right now. God has made you the way you are. Accept willingly and cherish what you have. Although you don't have pointy nose, well you're still lucky that you have one! Or maybe, you are not fair (i.e. skin) enough to be considered as lovely (you think you are not!), well at least you can go out and play under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there to be ashamed about? You are what you are. You can never be someone else. And BTW, being someone else is never satisfying. Not to yourself or even others around you. The zodiacs are just assumptions. Nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm a Taurus. Let's see what wiki wanna tell us about my physical appearance (which is not true at all-----&gt;for me la!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical traits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="Question book-3.svg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Question_book-3.svg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many astrologers believe that each of the zodiac signs has identifiable physical traits. Some believe Taurus to be one of the most physically attractive signs in the zodiac and they are usually good-looking individuals. Physically, individuals born under the sign of Taurus will tend to have a full, square or long face, small ears, a fairly large, rounded and dimpled chin, sometimes prominent foreheads, a short or pointy and turned-up nose, large and expressive eyes, glowing, opaque and light skin, full and well-shaped lips, small and even teeth, and thick, often curly hair. They are thought by some to usually be above average height and the women often possess a voluptuous figure, a swan neck and Grecian nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyakla ko punyer swan neck....hahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1012319877051740642?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1012319877051740642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1012319877051740642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1012319877051740642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1012319877051740642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/05/zodiacsigns.html' title='Zodiac;signs'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-6367999709624236344</id><published>2008-05-15T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:02:09.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bijak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricky'/><title type='text'>Bijakkah Anda?</title><content type='html'>Bijakkah anda?&lt;br /&gt;Ujian Dementia Betapa cekapnya anda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah ada ( 4 ) soalan dan satu soalan bonus. Anda perlu menjawab dengan pantas. Anda tidak boleh mengambil masa, perlu menjawabnya segera. OK? Mari cuba , lihat sendiri berapa pantas dan hebatnya diri anda..... Ready? GO!!! (lihat bawah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan Pertama: Anda menyertai perlumbaan. Anda mengejar dan memotong orang yang kedua. Sekarang Anda ditempat yang ke berapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan: Jika jawapan anda tempat yang pertama, sudah tentu jawapan anda salah! Jika anda memotong orang kedua sudah tentu anda mengambil tempatnya, tempat kedua!Cuba jangan lihat atas semula untuk soalan seterus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang jawab soalan kedua, tetapi jangan ambil terlalu banyak masa seperti soalan pertama OK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan Kedua:Jika anda memotong tempat orang yang terakhir, jadi anda di tempat...?&lt;br /&gt;(lihat bawah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan: Jika jawapan anda tempat kedua terakhir, anda salah lagi.. siapakah yang terakhir, bagaimana anda boleh memotong orang yang terakhir?Adakah anda pantas dan cerdik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan Ketiga: Soalan kira-kira bermuslihat! Perhatian: Ini mesti dilakukan tanpa menggunakan fikiran sahaja . Jangan guna kertas dan pensil atau mesen kira-kira. Cuba lah...Ambil 1000 dan campur 40 . Sekarang campur lagi 1000 . Campur lagi 30 .... Campur lagi 1000 . Campur lagi 20 ... Campur lagi 1000 . Campur lagi 10 ... Berapa kah jumlah semua? Lihat bawah untuk ...jawapan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Adakah jawapan anda 5000 ?Jawapan sebanar adalah 4100.Jika anda tak percaya gunakan mesin kira-kira.! Mungkin ini bukan hari anda kan ? Mungkin anda boleh jawab soalan yang akhir ini dengan betul ... Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan keempat: Bapa Mary ada seramai lima orang anak gadis: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. Apakah nama anak gadisnya yang terakhir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Adakah jawapan anda Nunu? Salah! sudah tentu Salah. Namanya Mary. Baca semula soalan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, cuba jawab soalan bonus: Sorang bisu pergi ke mini-market untuk membeli sebatang berus gigi. Dengan mengayakan lakonan memberus gigi ia berjaya menerangkan hasratnya kepada pekedai dan ia berjaya membeli berus gigi itu. Seterusnya, seorang buta pergi ke mini-market, untuk membeli cermin mata hitam, bagaimana dia menerangkan kepada pekedai itu hasratnya. ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya membuka mulutnya dan menyebut apa yang dihajati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it?&lt;br /&gt;The questions are quite good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Read the questions carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-6367999709624236344?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/6367999709624236344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=6367999709624236344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6367999709624236344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/6367999709624236344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/05/bijakkah-anda.html' title='Bijakkah Anda?'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-7225316666907312648</id><published>2008-05-14T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:51:27.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaf'/><title type='text'>Tree, Leaf and Wind: The Leaf part</title><content type='html'>Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Why?Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long,&lt;br /&gt;it will take a lot of courage.&lt;br /&gt;During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Not B-G-Relationship kind. We were just friends.&lt;br /&gt;But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sourness in the heart can't be described by any word.&lt;br /&gt;It's like 100 rotten sour lemons. Sourness to the extreme limit.&lt;br /&gt;They were only together for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;When they broke up, I hid my strong sense of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But after a month, he got together with another gal.&lt;br /&gt;I liked him &amp;amp; I know he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;But why wouldn't he pursue me?Why didn't he make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, the pain grew bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I began to suspect that this was a one sided love.&lt;br /&gt;If he didn't like me, why was he so good to me?&lt;br /&gt;It was beyond what you would normally do for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Liking a person is very heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;I can know his likes, his habits.&lt;br /&gt;But his feelings towards me, I can never figure out.&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect me to ask him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still want to be by his side.&lt;br /&gt;Care for him, accompany him, love him.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day, he will come &amp;amp; love me too.&lt;br /&gt;It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me an sms.&lt;br /&gt;I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 years were the hardest to go through &amp;amp; I really want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder whether I should continue waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompanies me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he pursuits me relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;He's like a warm &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave to a far away &amp;amp; better land.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Leaf departs is it because of the blowing Wind or because Tree didn't ask her to stay??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-7225316666907312648?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/7225316666907312648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=7225316666907312648&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7225316666907312648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/7225316666907312648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/05/leaf-during-pre-u-days-i-like-to.html' title='Tree, Leaf and Wind: The Leaf part'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-4934675964020115838</id><published>2008-05-14T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:52:58.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving it: the everlasting task...</title><content type='html'>uuuuu....i've started working. though still under probation but it's very indeed tiring and exhausting. not physically but mentally. well, if it's mentally tiring, it affects the body also right? i realize that it's been a while since i've updated my blog. Not that I don't have any intention of doing it but, it's just that I don't know what to write in it. Besides, the difficulties of finding the places in surfing the internet, limits me in doing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat ah cakap omputih. Finally, the job is here and it's up to me now. There aren't many people in the department but thank God they are the friendly kind of people. As the job I'm doing right now is definitely not my field, these people are willing to teach me slowly and tell me how I should do it. Even my boss is very nice too. (forgot to tell you he's a kelantanese. a very nice man.) Uuuu....hari-hari penat. takper....Jia you! Jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-4934675964020115838?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/4934675964020115838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=4934675964020115838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4934675964020115838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/4934675964020115838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-loving-it-everlasting-task.html' title='I&apos;m loving it: the everlasting task...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-1563500244332976710</id><published>2007-11-15T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:58:56.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menganggur'/><title type='text'>aku memang dah lama tak tulis blog</title><content type='html'>Aku memang dah lama giler tak tulis blog. Tak sempat bercampur baur dengan tahap kemalasan yang maksimum. Aku lebih ralit dengan benda lain bila mengadap komputer ni. paham-paham jela kalau dah mengadap internet. rasanya sesiapa yang mengenali aku di UIA akan sangat mengenali aku yang sangat fokus kepada benda yang mengarut daripada benda yang berfaedah. brain lebih fokus kepada komik dan youtube. friendster pun dibuka bila rasa dah lama sangat tak buka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku cakap kat kawan-kawan aku yang aku nak keje di Kelantan sangat ramai yang memberi sokongan. Thanx a lot friends. tapi hakikatnya mencari kerja di kawasan ini memanglah susah. aku selalu geleng kepala. aku selalu cakap kat mak aku..."che..last skali..adik mesti jadik cikgu kan?." Me..? Being a teacher? It sounds a bit weird and believe me...aku memang tiada niat untuk menjadi seorang guru. apatah lagi profesyen perguruan ini sangatlah memerlukan kesabaran yang tinggi. No...! I am not a patient girl. aku hormati profesyen ini and seriously I don't wanna ruin it with any of my attitude though my sister said that I suit to be a teacher. An ENGLISH teacher. hahaha...that's the worst part of my life. Not that I hate the subject. It's just that I am not good in explaining languages to other people. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejak akhir-akhir ini juga terlalu banyak idea datang mencurah-curah. teringat kenangan lama di mana hobi aku lebih kepada berkarya dan jadi mek jiwang. hahahaha...I'm good at writing u know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-1563500244332976710?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/1563500244332976710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=1563500244332976710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1563500244332976710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/1563500244332976710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2007/11/aku-memang-dah-lama-tak-tulis-blog.html' title='aku memang dah lama tak tulis blog'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-3061200605615462935</id><published>2007-11-15T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:20:56.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaf'/><title type='text'>Tree, leaf and wind : The tree part</title><content type='html'>This is a forwarded e-mail. It's a nice short story. I hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees.&lt;br /&gt;Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U.There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare to go after her.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, and doesn’t have outstanding charm.She is just a very ordinary gal.&lt;br /&gt;I like her.&lt;br /&gt;I really like her.&lt;br /&gt;Like her innocent, like her frankness.&lt;br /&gt;Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me.I'm afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish.I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that if she's my girl, she will be mine ultimately &amp;amp; I don't have to give up everything just for her.&lt;br /&gt;The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She watched me chasing after gals, and I have made her heart cried for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to be a good actress and I was a very demanding director.&lt;br /&gt;When she saw me holding hands with my 2nd girlfriend, she just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut.&lt;br /&gt;I purposely didn't want to think about the cause for her to cry but laughed at her the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;When everybody went back home, she stayed alone crying in the classroom.She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something.&lt;br /&gt;I watched her cry for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her.&lt;br /&gt;There was once when both of them quarreled.I know that based on her character she was not the type that would start off the quarrel.But I still sided with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at her and her eyes were filled with shock.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care about her feelings and walked away with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she still laughed &amp;amp; joked with me like nothing had ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that she was very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ached as bad as hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out.&lt;br /&gt;After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her.She told me that coincidentally, she had something to tell me too.&lt;br /&gt;I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together.&lt;br /&gt;I know the guy.&lt;br /&gt;He has been going after her for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;A very cute, full of energy, lively and interesting guy.&lt;br /&gt;His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile &amp;amp; congratulate her.&lt;br /&gt;When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe.Wanted to shout but can't.Tears rolled down &amp;amp; I broke down &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence?&lt;br /&gt;During graduation, I read an sms in my hp.&lt;br /&gt;It was sent 10 days ago when I broke down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read it since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "Leaf departs is it because of the blowing Wind or because Tree didn't ask her to stay?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-3061200605615462935?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/3061200605615462935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=3061200605615462935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3061200605615462935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/3061200605615462935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2007/11/tree-leaf-and-wind-tree-part.html' title='Tree, leaf and wind : The tree part'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-8704161843269420346</id><published>2007-11-14T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:43:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Book: The Ambler Warning , Robert Ludlum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;            Satu Janji, Ramlee Awang Murshid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Songs: Peach, Ai Otsuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Endless Story, Yuna Ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;             Hajimari No Kaze, (can't remember who sings da song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie: Nana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drama series: Spring Waltz, Numb3rs, CSIs, The Man of the Vineyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comics: Fruits Basket, Nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anime: Colourcloud Palace, Jigoku Shoujo 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me. I've got nothing to do! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-8704161843269420346?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/8704161843269420346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=8704161843269420346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8704161843269420346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/8704161843269420346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2007/11/currently.html' title='currently'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-2257347503273914537</id><published>2007-06-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:56:12.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudah...</title><content type='html'>Presentation?&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments?&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headaches during exams?&lt;br /&gt;No more. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning? Always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my undergraduate studies. =)&lt;br /&gt;But learning...never ends. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-2257347503273914537?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/2257347503273914537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=2257347503273914537&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2257347503273914537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/2257347503273914537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2007/06/sudah.html' title='sudah...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116882964961888883</id><published>2007-01-16T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:54:09.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy but...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to get busy. With LOP classes and all of the assignments and quizzes and coming midterms, this is what the student's real life should be. Busy and enjoyable. So sad that I can't study Japanese and Mandarin anymore. Not anymore, but no enough time. But somehow, I manage to sleep early. Weird huh...? Well, maybe that's the reason why I can't find time to open my 'Buku Pelajaran Jepun' and 'Mandarin for Everyone'. Aiyak...Forget to photocopy Fatimah's book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to improve my English this semester for we have to do a lot of conversation in English instead of Bahasa. Minna san, o-shite kudasai onegai shimasu! (n_n)V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116882964961888883?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116882964961888883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116882964961888883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116882964961888883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116882964961888883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-but.html' title='busy but...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116798823244185670</id><published>2007-01-06T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:10:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinjaman [?]</title><content type='html'>Pinjaman&lt;br /&gt;Mata yang hitam pekat&lt;br /&gt;Kulit yang putih bersih&lt;br /&gt;Hidung mancung terletak&lt;br /&gt;Bibir merah tersenyum manis&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah hak milik abadi&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah pinjaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinjaman&lt;br /&gt;Harta yang menimbun&lt;br /&gt;Ilmu yang bergunung&lt;br /&gt;Isteri yang tercinta&lt;br /&gt;Suami yang tersayang&lt;br /&gt;Juga bukan hak milik abadi&lt;br /&gt;Hanyalah pinjaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinjaman&lt;br /&gt;Makin dipegang erat&lt;br /&gt;Makin sayang untuk dilepaskan&lt;br /&gt;Makin banyak memenuhi ruang&lt;br /&gt;Makin sukar untuk diuruskan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya adalah pinjaman&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang milikan abadi&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang kekal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Loan tak masuk lagi. Uuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116798823244185670?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116798823244185670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116798823244185670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116798823244185670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116798823244185670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2007/01/pinjaman.html' title='Pinjaman [?]'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116736332156634738</id><published>2006-12-30T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T11:35:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salam eid'...</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya Haji. Kepada yang tidak pulang, mungkin ada sebab yang munasabah ya. Petang ni bakal pulang ke kampung yang tercinta dan menemui bonda dan ayahanda yang tersayang. Doakan hamba selamat tiba nanti. By the way...What are you willing to sacrifice this year?&lt;br /&gt;(n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116736332156634738?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116736332156634738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116736332156634738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116736332156634738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116736332156634738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/salam-eid.html' title='salam eid&apos;...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116736132189802222</id><published>2006-12-30T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T11:02:01.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky speaks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me present you da colour of the sky in Teluk Cempedak. It was around 6-7 p.m. And I really love it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/98521/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The darker sky... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/453827/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/132541/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suka yang ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/12862621-116736132189802222?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116736132189802222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116736132189802222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116736132189802222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116736132189802222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/sky-speaks.html' title='The sky speaks...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116735998788467220</id><published>2006-12-30T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:39:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CATERPILLAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/504313/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/200004/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada ulat yang sangat besar dan comel. Berduri-duri dan sedang bergerak sangat perlahan ke arah longkang. Masa ambil gambar ni, kitorang baru balik daripada cafe (food sangat okay!) nak tengok? Masa mula-mula tengok macam geli gak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesti jadi BUTTERFLY yang cantik! Go CATERPILAR! (safe journey!) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116735998788467220?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116735998788467220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116735998788467220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116735998788467220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116735998788467220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/caterpillar.html' title='CATERPILLAR!'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116678112138594316</id><published>2006-12-23T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:32:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather, the wave and the birthday party</title><content type='html'>Walaupun incident ni dah lama berlaku tapi nak jugak bagitau kat korang. We went to TC (teluk cempedak) last 17th December. It was my two good fren's birthday. Beria la pegi plan untuk ke TC sebab rasanya macam best ajer kalau dapat sambut birthday diaorang kat sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15122006 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* plan to have Muni's and Amy's birthday party at TC&lt;br /&gt;* list all the needed things to be brought to the party&lt;br /&gt;* list all the friends going (16 of us--3 cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16122006 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* buy all the listed items&lt;br /&gt;* muni and Amy shared the birthday cake (a very nice cake...sangat sedap&lt;br /&gt;* pack other necessary things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17122006 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It RAINED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Kita hanya merancang. Tapi Tuhan yang menentukan. Namun begitu, kami tetap pergi ke TC. Dalam keadaan hujan yang jarang-jarang berhenti dan ombak yang sangat best we really enjoy the day. Walaupun tak follow the plan, tapi kitorang sangat happy and I know we'll always appreciate the moment. Happy belated birthday to Muni and Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/524090/besday%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/351385/besday%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/295825/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/320379/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/312034/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kek muni and amy yang sangat sedap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(secret recipe : chocolate indulgence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hari tu jugak menerima mesej dari someone yang aku selalu miss. Kami dekat tapi jauh. kwang. kwang. kwang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116678112138594316?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116678112138594316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116678112138594316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116678112138594316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116678112138594316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/weather-wave-and-birthday-party.html' title='The weather, the wave and the birthday party'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116669100838500190</id><published>2006-12-22T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:50:08.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss them!</title><content type='html'>I miss this little baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/340464/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/756270/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/485283/eyore%20yasmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/705248/eyore%20yasmin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lama tak jumpa kanak2 dua orang yang kat atas ni. Sangat rindu. Err....Johor banjir skang kan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116669100838500190?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116669100838500190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116669100838500190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116669100838500190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116669100838500190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-them.html' title='I miss them!'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116669220984032844</id><published>2006-12-20T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:10:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malas lagi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/1600/916724/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1190/1109/320/287315/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun hidup di Kuantan ni sangat sesuai untuk study tapi aku tetap malas. Bak kata orang itu dulu, gen malas memang dah ada kot. Kwang kwang kwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya kemalasan aku ini sebenarnya lebih kepada malas untuk stadi dan membelek buku2 AKADEMIK. Di ulangi BUKU-BUKU AKADEMIK! *sigh*. Malas...malas...dan malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa sekolah menengah dulu, cikgu maths aku pernah cakap, nak rajin pun kena doa. Aku doa ajer. Tapi agaknya doa tak makbul lagi kot. Sebab aku rasa tahap kemalasan aku masih tetap begitu. Tak pernah ada ura2 untuk menurun atau yang sewaktu dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Gambar di atas tidak berkaitan dengan mana2 perkataan di dalam post ini. Perhiasan semata. ----Ini anak sedara aku. Nama dia Adam. Atashi daisuki! (n_n)v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116669220984032844?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116669220984032844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116669220984032844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116669220984032844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116669220984032844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/malas-lagi.html' title='Malas lagi...'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116615515108367629</id><published>2006-12-15T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:59:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living with no regrets</title><content type='html'>'Andai ditusuk dengan jarum besi, maka itu lebih baik daripada menyentuh perempuan yang tidak halal bagimu.'  - at-Thabrani -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Post ini tidak berkaitan dengan yang hidup atau yang mati. Sekadar peringatan untuk dirimu dan aku yang dikhuatiri semakin hanyut dibawa arus yang bernama 'kebiasaan'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116615515108367629?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116615515108367629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116615515108367629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116615515108367629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116615515108367629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/living-with-no-regrets.html' title='living with no regrets'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116555040934633708</id><published>2006-12-09T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:01:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving to Kuantan</title><content type='html'>Aku dah pindah ke Kuantan. Mula-mula sedih sebab aku bakal merindui Gombak walaupun dulu selalu jugak komplen semasa kat sana. Bersyukurlah kamu yang berada di sana. Tapi bila sampai kat sini, ok ajer life. Dari segi suasana, rasanya sini quite peaceful. ehm...rather peaceful...ano...very very peaceful. Kiranya kat sini boleh stadi dengan tenang sebab sangat sunyi dan senyap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuliah sangat jauh. Boleh di gelarkan sebagai 'the faraway land' (teringat cerita zaman kanak-kanak dahulu). Panas sebab kurang pokok. Tapi okay aje sebab kat gombak pun panas gak. Walaupun selalu naik bas dan kuliah kat gombak takderlah sayup mata memandang tapi, kalau berjalan di tengah hari, penat lah gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat sini betul-betul blaja independent. Kat Gombak ader abang kesayangan. Takder duit ajer, call. Nak balik lepak kat umah ajer, call. Kat sini tak mungkin dapat berbuat demikian. Walaupun ader ajer relatives kat sini tapi tak sama. Aku penyegan orangnya. (hontou desu ka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujurlah ader fatimah, penyelamat masa lapang aku. Time free ajer, ajak fatimah kuar ataupun enjoy life ngan dia blaja jepun n baca komik. Nasib baik jugak ader Laa, risau aper-aper, aku lepak ajer kat bilik dia. Ataupun Lina and Amy, yang tak pernah jemu untuk kongsi feelings and troubles ngan aku. Or maybe Muni yang ader ajer lawak tak kering gusi daripada dia. Felt appreciated. Minna san wa atashi daisuki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendek kata, hidup di Kuantan ni takderlah teruk sangat. Okay ajer. Patut bersyukur pun sebenarnya. Lagipun, ni final sem aku kat sini. Next sem buat IT and lepas tu bolehla pikir nak kahwin ke, nak sambung master ke, nak kumpul duit banyak2 ker. Dulu, ader gak perasaan nak kawin masa blaja. Skang ni dah malas nak pikir. That's it. kwang3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperpun, aku tetap rindu Gombak. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116555040934633708?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116555040934633708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116555040934633708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116555040934633708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116555040934633708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/moving-to-kuantan.html' title='moving to Kuantan'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116555156877234299</id><published>2006-12-04T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:19:28.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you for real?</title><content type='html'>Pernah tak korang dapat mesej yang buat korang wonder..."Dia ni apehal?" Sangat tak suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk lelaki yang di luar sana, kalau tak suka, cakap tak suka. Jangan mengada-ngada nak main words ngan pompuan. Tak baik. Pompuan ni sensitif. Mereka boleh pikir banyak benda dan boleh misinterpret benda yang ntah apa-apa. Diaorang bukan psikik yang boleh baca mind orang. Atau x-ray yang boleh tembus hati korang. Kalau suka, tapi kawan ajer, tak payah nak beromantik-romantik. Cakap betul macam kawan. Tak payah overacting. Kalau suka, tapi tak mampu lagi nak kawin skang, tapi nak suruh dia tunggu, cakap atau bagi hint elok-elok. Tak baik leave dia hanging macam tu. Wakatta? Araso? Fahimtum? Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author emo hari ini kerana mood yang tidak menentu berikutan beberapa peristiwa yang melibatkan kawan-kawan sekelilingnya. Segala ucapan terkasar adalah perbuatan yang tak disengajakan dan bertujuan baik. Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116555156877234299?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116555156877234299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116555156877234299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116555156877234299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116555156877234299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-for-real.html' title='are you for real?'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-116011613763365012</id><published>2006-10-07T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:28:57.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minggu ini minggu yang parah</title><content type='html'>Minggu ini minggu yang parah. Duit mengalir seperti air sungai yang jernih. Atm bank bagai teman karib di waktu lunch hour dan lepas terawih. Walaupun lebih kurang 2 minggu je lagi tinggal kat kolej tapi tetap risau kerana ketiadaan bank PAMA di Malaysia buat masa sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ini minggu yang parah. Masa lebih  banyak bersama komputer dan manga serta assignment dan presentation yang mendatang. Kerisauan untuk mengkhatam al-qur'an several times turut datang bertimpa-timpa. Sedih. Risau. Bercampur baur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ini minggu yang parah. Otak ligat berfikir untuk pulang ke rumah. Otak juga hebat berimaginasi tentang migrasi ke kuantan nanti malah sibuk berfikir tentang barang-barang sepanjang pemastautinan sejak dari matrix hingga ke main campus. Otoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ini minggu yang parah. Mata bertukar warna dari putih jernih ke merah menyala. Berjalan seperti di awangan. Wajah tak berseri seperti selalu. Letih. Penat. Malas berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ini minggu yang parah. Minggu depan macam mana agaknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak fikir jugak. Aperpun, kena ganbare. Buat sumer keje sampai habis. Lepas tu perah otak untuk final plak. Nanti dah nak grad...Lepas tu sambung blaja lagi. Pastu, masalah(?) sama jugak happen. =) Yokatta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-116011613763365012?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/116011613763365012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=116011613763365012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116011613763365012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/116011613763365012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/10/minggu-ini-minggu-yang-parah.html' title='minggu ini minggu yang parah'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-115977677929053936</id><published>2006-10-02T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:20:09.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apakan daya</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan da datang. Tapi sedih sebab bila orang pegi solat terawih atau bukak puasa dengan penuh nikmat atau baca qur'an dengan bestnya, aku hanya mampu telan air liur. Tak mampu untuk berbuat apa-apa. *sigh*. Susah betul jadi pompuan. Maka, bermulalah operasi mengisi masa lapangku dengan pelbagai kerja yang tak berfaedah termasuklah mendownload komik yang berjuta itu serta berada di lab Linux ataupun di GPCL sehingga aku mengetahui apa rasanya menjadi orang eskimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambutan ramadhan kali ini pun macam tahun-tahun yang lepas i.e without the presence of my mom and dad. Rindukan diaorang sepanjang ramadhan ini. Apapun, aku doakan mereka sihat walafiat di Tanah Suci di sana. (Dah lama tak bukak puasa dengan makanan dari air tangan che....uuuuuu..sedih....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya tahun ni bakal diiringi dengan kebimbangan final exam. Yelah, exam lepas raya. Apapun, sangat berharap tahun ni boleh buat dengan lebih berjaya as to take the barakah from the ramadhan month. Harap kalian pun sama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-115977677929053936?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/115977677929053936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=115977677929053936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115977677929053936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115977677929053936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/10/apakan-daya.html' title='apakan daya'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-115977814847362056</id><published>2006-09-25T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:37:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGD</title><content type='html'>AGD-Annual Grand Dinner. Terbayang keletihan pada muka semua orang hari dinner tu. Sebenarnya ini adalah the first and the last dinner here in Gombak before we move to Kuantan. The dinner event tu sangatla menarik. Ada candles on every table, ada band dari uia ( I don't even know they exist! Walaupun sebenarnya tak sesuai, tapi takder pilihan lain! ) , ada short clip dari Latep n Zack (korang memang rock!) and ada persembahan dari band sciences sendiri. The event, for me, was going well and awesome (thanx to our saver, da miniclip show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa post mortem was the scariest part. Farid bagitau yang da table spread yang kitorang guna tu kena lilin. It turned out that makcik katering yang own the table spread to taknak terima them because dia kata kain tu susah nak cuci kalau kena lilin. Sumer orang muker da pucat. 1 table cloth tu harga rm40. There were 20 of them! Mana nak cekup fulus?! Masa tu jugak simpati datang bertimpa2 pada Farid. Dia buat muka kesian dan panik membuatkan kitorang sumer pun sakit kepala+berserabut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baiklah half of us are biological students. Diaorang pun balik ke lab keesokan harinya untuk buat solution untuk hilangkan lilin yang kononnya susah untuk dikeluarkan itu. Alhamdulillah. Lilin tu hilang! Maka, sumer kaki dan tangan yang ada pun buatlah kerja sama-sama untuk menghilangkan lilin atas 20 lagi kain putih tu. And we all live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian. Tamatlah riwayat untuk hari ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Rector datang masa malam dinner tu. Sempat amik gambar dengan dia. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-115977814847362056?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/115977814847362056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=115977814847362056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115977814847362056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115977814847362056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/09/agd.html' title='AGD'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-115310901233025925</id><published>2006-07-17T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:03:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealova</title><content type='html'>Aku ingin menjadi mimpi indah dalam tidurmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yang mungkin bisa kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Karena langkah merapuh tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Karena hati telah letih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yang selalu bisa kau sentuh&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin kau tahu bahwa ku selalu memujamu&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu sepinya waktu merantai hati Oh……&lt;br /&gt;Bayangmu seakan-akan …………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Yang memanggil rinduku padamu oh………&lt;br /&gt;Kau seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dirimu yang bisa membuatku tenang&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dirimu aku merasa hilang dan sepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Yang memanggil rinduku padamu Oh ………&lt;br /&gt;Kau seperti udara yang kuhela&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu ada, selalu ada, dan selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu ada dan selalu ada ………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song from an Indonesian band called Dewa. Very sentimental and I like it very much. Just wanna share with you guys out there. Don't know what's the meaning of the title but it's kind of cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: apabila dengar lagu ni mesti ingat kat che and ayoh kat umah. Miss them so much. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-115310901233025925?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/115310901233025925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=115310901233025925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115310901233025925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115310901233025925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/07/dealova.html' title='Dealova'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-115258768839481757</id><published>2006-07-11T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:30:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup, blog and updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1190/1109/1600/italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1190/1109/320/italy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup ends with Italians joy and laughter. Though I love Brazil better but knowing that they ended their journey only in quarter finals, hey, Italy wasn't that bad either, right? hehehe. Well, at least the World Cup is gone. No more. We'll wait for the next 4 years to observe this madness on world cup again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. To UIA. At last. Change the room, got new roommates, green scenery and dust everywhere. Wonderful! Syukur alhamdulillah. Healthy and happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to update the blog actually. We'll see what'll happen with the blog and sorry for the bad-to-worse english. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-115258768839481757?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/115258768839481757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=115258768839481757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115258768839481757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/115258768839481757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-blog-and-updating.html' title='World Cup, blog and updating'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-114986133505686094</id><published>2006-06-10T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:57:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>hahaha..the holiday almost ends itself in approximately a month. I'm out of my word to describe how glad and almost (really?) happy I am to be in school and flipped the pages of the not-one-reading-understandable (?) books again. (Sejak bila jadik ulat buku ni?) Am I able to think like that when I'm there? Hmm...I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened. I wept a lot and I laughed a lot. Almost equal. Barely enough to be okay? Hmm...I wonder again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-114986133505686094?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/114986133505686094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=114986133505686094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/114986133505686094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/114986133505686094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-114986183452731909</id><published>2006-06-06T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:03:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breed?</title><content type='html'>Current reading: The Morning Post, Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current watching: Flight plan, narnia, ultraviolet, scary movie, supernatural, csis, bournes, numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current doing: Ternak lemak. Hahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknya keazaman untuk kurus telah dienjakkan ke semester depan. Sekian. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: nat tengok da vinci code n pirate of the carribean. uuuuu...=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-114986183452731909?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/114986183452731909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=114986183452731909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/114986183452731909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/114986183452731909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/06/breed.html' title='breed?'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-114447120530573189</id><published>2006-04-08T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:40:05.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holiday</title><content type='html'>Finally, the day has come. After all the happiness and sadness throuhgout the time in answering all the questions, I'm finally free the stress. For the time being I suppose.(n_n) Ready to balik kampung? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: pada sumer yang bakal praktikal, gudlak and wish you all the best. Ganbatte kudasai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-114447120530573189?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/114447120530573189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=114447120530573189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/114447120530573189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/114447120530573189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-holiday.html' title='happy holiday'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12862621.post-113634536191816469</id><published>2006-02-08T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:05:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tegur menegur</title><content type='html'>Semalam, mendapat mesej yang bertanyakan tentang ketidaksenangan orang sekeliling mengenai kekerapannya keluar dengan awek, merewang ke sana sini. Aku diam. Kalau korang, nak pesan macam mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan anggap kawan-kawan yang menegur tu busy body atau apa. Mungkin kita marah, tapi apa salahnya dengar dan pertimbangkan. Aku silap kau tegur, kau silap aku tegur. Pengalaman? Banyak. Satu: "Ko kena kontrol sket temper ko. Jangan cepat melenting sangat. Tak elok pompuan cepat naik darah." Aku diam. Ni lama dulu. Masa tu memang bengang. Apehal ko busybody. Tapi aku fikir balik. Betul yang dia cakap. Marah tu tak bawak untung pun. (n_n) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan aku kata: "Mc rose, ko ni kan, pompuan yang tak enjoy dengan hidup..." Aku diam. &lt;br /&gt;Aku kata : "Aku enjoy, tapi aku (insya allah) tak lupa diri." Kawan aku diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah kawan aku cakap pasal budak laki yang suka bawak pompuan ke hulu hilir: "Lamo2 mung bowok gi maghi gi maghi, nok sapa ko nikoh, hancur lebur dulu la ttino tu." Aku gelak. Sungguh-sungguh aku gelak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: malas nak translate. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12862621-113634536191816469?l=daremoii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/feeds/113634536191816469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12862621&amp;postID=113634536191816469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/113634536191816469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12862621/posts/default/113634536191816469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daremoii.blogspot.com/2006/02/tegur-menegur.html' title='tegur menegur'/><author><name>roslini ashari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793133504576654005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IWDqgdWnoU/Se_zinj7lVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/J2-MSQADMds/S220/113188244l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
