<?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-29592675</id><updated>2012-02-02T15:32:06.576+08:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='vacation. life'/><category term='stories and wonder'/><category term='Language'/><category term='personal thoughts'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='family'/><category term='personal thought'/><category term='wish'/><category term='event'/><category term='health'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>MUNDANE</title><subtitle type='html'>Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass : Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-9128665486667933789</id><published>2009-11-21T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:40:53.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Pak Man - the best neighbor I ever had.</title><content type='html'>How many of us would talk to our neighbors, not just the one next door, but the whole 40 doors n.e.w.s, talk... not just smile and say hi, in this 'modern' era in KL? I bet..not many of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Pak Man would, regardless of any race, religion, age, citizenship....everyone who passed by his house while he was doing his gardening, watering his beautiful n healthy plants, paint his gate and whatever work around the house that would kept him busy, he would talk n chat with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not being nosy of any sort but he always had something to talk about. He had a deep voice with a quite high tone, so whenever he speaks, everyone around could hear. He didn't sound irritating or annoying at all, in fact it was soothing to hear that he was around, taking care of the place he has lived in for more than 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in beside his house about 6 months ago, but I knew him since I was little. his daughter is a friend of mine and we went to the same primary school. During my teen, I always hung out at my friend's house near his. So, I always saw him. But of course, when I introduced myself 6 months ago, he couldn't recall seeing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was friendly. We chatted almost every time, after I send my kids to school. His wife, Aunty Munah is a very nice lady and she is the homey type, didn't get to talk to her much. See, between my house and his house is a beautiful-grassy alley. That's where his garden is. Although our house is a corner lot, we don't have our own land at the side of the house. So, Pak Man will always do his gardening at this no man's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That alley led to a village, where many Indonesians (who has been staying here for a long time) and some locals, live. Many of them are his acquaintance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I told him about my concern of the people who is frequently walking by just beside my window to him, and he said its okay, I'm around. I remembered, a week before Raya this year, when suddenly I heard a grass cutter sound from my backyard. I was surprised, to see someone was 'repairing' my lawn, and Pak Man was standing by looking at the man 'mowing', who eventually is staying behind my house (one of the villagers). Apparently, he requested that guy to do it for him by using his new cutting grass machine. Without me knowing, he asked my kids to opened up the backyard gate. I looked at Pak Man and shouted (as it was noisy, I wasn't rude), "Apa ni, Pak Man?"(slang utara, as he is from Penang) and he said, "Takpa, Selamat Hari Raya" and smiled...(he didn't have to shout, his voice is loud enough ;-)). I immediately called up my other half and said, we have to give him something in return, as he was so kind. Yeah, his kindness was countless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his family's Raya open house, we cooperated a bit, as he need to use some space. We didn't mind, and that was the first and the last time we sat down and chatted with him. A week after Raya, I barely hear his voice in the morning. I was wondering why, I thought he went somewhere for holiday. He didn't appear constantly as before. I thought of asking, but it didn't get there. Seriously, it was kinda odd to not 'hear' him. About two weeks ago, he asked whether I have a playar, I laughed and said, "I wanted to borrow yours a week ago but your house was shut". He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick the other day, my other half managed to speak to him. He mentioned about having hypertension and the doctor advised him not to carry anything heavier than 5kg..he said, "Pak Man takut dah, sebab if i go the market, it'll weight more than 10kg". Three days ago, I saw him got down from a cab. He held a pack of food in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday....... As I was about to go out, I saw a few cars....in front of my house. I was a little annoyed, as it was difficult for me to reversed my car out. Until I saw a light brown hearse from my rear mirror, I stopped...One elderly Indian couple was walking by the roadside towards me...I stopped them and asked what happened. The woman said, "He passed away..." I asked, "Who passed away?" The man said "Osman..." I said "What!!!" Then the woman said, " I still can't believe it, yesterday we were talking to him..and today he's gone". Pak Man is like a well like 'Penghulu' in this area, he sometimes walked around and talk to everyone. Many of the residents here are pensioners. Seems that, the day before his passing, he talked to many people around here. A way for him to say goodbye?...Wallahualam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment that time, I drove...off. Blank. I drove to the shop nearby, made all necessary calls and returned home immediately. I changed my clothes and went to pay my last respect. The visitors...as per what I wrote earlier, from all walks of life..., many walked down from their house to his. The family was still shocked by the sudden demise. He had a Heart attack in IJN. He was buried after Isya' and I made my way to the cemetery, after I have settled my stuffs. Tears filled my eyes. No more of his unique voice every morning, afternoon and evening. My kid was asking, "Then who is going to water his plants?" I said, "We all...". His funeral went smooth and simple, and there were no heavy rain. Alhamdullilah. At the back of my mind the memories of Pak Man still lingers and that is why I am writing this. He was and still special for us one family although we only knew each other. Sorry this was written in a sloppy english, I just felt like writing about him, and it came out spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Latifah (Intan) and family, your father, like I have mentioned to you that day, he was a super nice man, kind, generous and funny. He is like an uncle to us (y'know the THE favorite-uncle type), maybe to many of the neighbors here too. He will be deeply and dearly missed by us all. My condolence to you and family, may his soul be amongst the solihins. Amin. Al Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: during the tahlil ceremony, many turned up, more than 100 people cramped up the house and the single storey house compound. ...he went to IJN alone?...and only the doctor knew what happened? Walluhualam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-9128665486667933789?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9128665486667933789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=9128665486667933789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/9128665486667933789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/9128665486667933789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-memory-of-pak-man-best-neighbor-i.html' title='In memory of Pak Man - the best neighbor I ever had.'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5436749751842739525</id><published>2009-09-14T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:31:47.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbling before raya...</title><content type='html'>It's goin' to be 6 days more to celebrate 1 Syawal. And how time flies. Believe it or not, I haven't prepared anything yet. Usually, for the 'baju raya', we will buy  a few days before raya. Of course I am aware of the lack of choice there, but what the heck, the less choice the better so that I won't be dragging my feet and get super exhausted when there's too many choices to choose from plusss joining millions of people shopping. I hate crowds like that. I prefer to shop without too many people around. It is more peaceful. When raya is approaching, it seems like everybody has gone mad or somethin'. Jam here, jam there. I kept askin' myself whether I should buy myself any baju raya. As there are soooo many baju k in my closet, which I rarely wear. Now for the theme colour of the year thingy. I don't remember me and my parents ever had those kinda thing. Nowadays, my kid lah, Ayska, she would always want to choose the colour theme every year. And I sorta 'agree' with it provided it would be according to conveniences and the budget ;-P. And she is still haven't decided...green and white or red and white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any plans to decorate the house. Since, I just moved in about 3 months ago, some things are still clean and new ;-) Although, I do want to buy a new sofa...dono what the heck for..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, I seriously don't have the mood to pre-order any kuih raya. That too, I have decided to just buy last minute, somewhere...maybe settled for some famous @mos and some kerepeks. I think people likes to have those than the kuih raya. Okay, I must admit, my mother is baking about 2 or 3 cookies, I will import from her place to mine lah hehehe...free ma. But in return, I hafta bake cakes lah and one main dish. I prefer baking cakes than cookies. It is simple...just mix, stir, pour and bake. But I do long for homemade traditional cookies which is very hard to find here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we will be celebrating raya in KL this year, so everything is going to be simple. Mayyybeee, a little bit special for the kids, as Amar 5 and Ayska 9 has been diligently fasting. Amar missed two days so far, one because he did not sahur and another one was because he had a little bit of temperature. And the whole Ramadhan this year was a bit challenging for me, that is merely because both of my kids are fasting and for the first time in my life, I have not miss sahur. The challenges are... One thing for sure, I don't sleep early..I can't actually: unless I am mega tired and I prefer to do my script work at night. So, I have to stay up till sahur time, which is usually around 0500hrs and I get the food ready from 0430hrs. And what time do I sleep? 0700hrs... sleep-time has become haywired. You see, if I sleep, which is going to be like at 0300hrs, the waking up for sahur would be very very very unlikely hehe. Not complaining, just want to make sure, the kids can fast and they do eat a lot during sahur - pretty surprising there. Another challenge is, waking up Amar...phew...I had to carry him...wash his face and his hands...place him on the chair. Then I hafta to stare and persuade him (seriously testing my patient)  to eat, as he will stare at the food for at least 20 minutes before he starts to touch it. And after I finish my food, I had to stare and persuade him again and wait for him to finish his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to Pasar Ramadhan, one because it is so so so pricey, two because it is not as tasty even though its pricey, three - again..the crowd. Okay, I did go lah, only when there are not so many people there yet (around 1600hrs), when I am seriously tired and I don't have time to cook and to get some dessert or kuih. I think I went like, 4  times and the rest of the days, I prefer cooking, although simple food but satisfaction guaranteed. I did go breaking fast with friends, outside and it's fun once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, the story of my Ramadhan, which will come to an end soon. I must say this time around is much more fulfilling and joyful. And the next thing you know comes another Ramadhan again...time flies time flies time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so...sekarang ... saya ingin menyusun sepuluh jari, meminta maaf zahir dan batin jika ada tersalah dan tersilap dan masih lagi dok salah dan silap sampai tak tau bila pastu lepas raya buat lagi salah dan silap dan saya akan minta maaf the next raya and so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya ingin mengucapkan &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL FITRI&lt;/span&gt;,  moga aidilfitri anda dan keluarga di sambut dengan meriah dan aman serta sihat walafiat. Makan rendang dan kuih macam biasa, jangan over. Moga tiada lagi yang pergi disebabkan pandemic H1N1. Dan bawalah kenderaan anda dengan berhati-hati and relax. Selamat pergi dan selamat balik. Dannn tolooongglah jangan main mercun! okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks! See ya next time!&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling Keep Shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5436749751842739525?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5436749751842739525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5436749751842739525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5436749751842739525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5436749751842739525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2009/09/babbling-before-raya.html' title='Babbling before raya...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6261865788514610917</id><published>2009-08-09T04:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:46:48.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short and sweet getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3d-JyM0YI/AAAAAAAAB84/kLQSkFpjiXs/s1600-h/04082009066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3d-JyM0YI/AAAAAAAAB84/kLQSkFpjiXs/s320/04082009066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367690390743601538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, me and my 'bff'  decided to go somewhere, a short vacation, since we have been postponing it for over 3 months already. Work work work managed to trigger us to make an impromptu plan on a getaway mission for a little while. So the best and the shortest journey to sorta paradise is PD....errr...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year we were there too, stayed at an apartment, which i forgot what is the name of the place. We were quite surprise that PD seasides has become cleaner and prettier. So, the place we stayed earlier and the place that I'm writing here now, shares the same lagoon. We were at Re5idence De5@ L@g00n Re5ort. It IS a very nice place. We were here, courtesy from this friend of mine who managed to enable us to be at this paradise in PD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nottt bad at all. The landscaping is beautiful and it is a low density chalet. I think they have only about 40 chalets, oh well u you can google about it. Here's the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3iNN2IAVI/AAAAAAAAB9I/KFFJ6dgWSSk/s1600-h/pd+rdlr1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3iNN2IAVI/AAAAAAAAB9I/KFFJ6dgWSSk/s400/pd+rdlr1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367695047578354002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is elegant, nice and unique. I Love the place so much, especially when there was not many people around and it has internet access heheh...can't live without it. It was worth it! for a short and sweet getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3ig-_1KVI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/yaL7-HXGxHg/s1600-h/pdldr+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3ig-_1KVI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/yaL7-HXGxHg/s400/pdldr+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367695387189913938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you 'makcik' ;-) very very much&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6261865788514610917?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6261865788514610917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6261865788514610917&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6261865788514610917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6261865788514610917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-and-sweet-getaway.html' title='A short and sweet getaway'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/Sn3d-JyM0YI/AAAAAAAAB84/kLQSkFpjiXs/s72-c/04082009066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7588881668946932333</id><published>2009-07-27T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:54:28.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALO EARTHLINGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TO THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEEEPPPPSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 7 months , I have stopped blogging. Do I owe fellow blogger an explanation? Whatever the answer is...well I felt that I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gugugagagugugu...I don't know where to start and how to write..feeling like a baby again in this blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first and foremost.. I must blame it to the excessive usage of the Face book which got me super hooked! ..to I dono what!... the online games, the 'discovery' of some old friends and new friends, photos, notes..et cetera. It has became a routine to check out whats happening to my friends every day..nope..not everyday..every minute to be exact. Especially if there is any breaking news around. Giler! but fun ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and what else happened to me...me also a bit tight up to work, doing two three things at once, managing the house and kids, the insurance business, the script translations, dealing with emotional issues anddddd my social activities. Also,  mua undergoing some mind blowing 'transformation' - again... which sometimes pull me down to the center of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and TIME FLIES!!!..oh dear God... I hafta catchup a lot of stuffs, things that I have yet to attend. Kids have grown - the love of my life is making me happy plus crazy. Of course the increase in spending, on them and all other matters, are driving me nuts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and we have moved to a new place, not so far from the previous one. Got a landed property,1 and a half storey, better environment for the kids, most important of all, nearer to the school. Phew! no more driving up and down the hill anymore. And finally I installed Astro..heheh..big deal ya, never had one, it is some sort of a success for me to break my principle of not wanting to have it..evah!. I was right! I only watch CSI! the rest was just a 'glance'...ah...ok ok ok..I give HOUSE and THS a credit laaa, as twas strongly being 'promoted' to me. Oh well, I must admit the learning channel is good for the kids, that is because I did not put the cartoon channel in the package...no matter how they beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... my thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politics&lt;/span&gt;?..ekkk... absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that build for disaster&lt;/span&gt;?..haha..need I say more..Maybe the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAFETY FIRST&lt;/span&gt;' sign should be paste to every single thing, to remind some people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Land&lt;/span&gt; - at my area...clap clap clap to the contractors, they are still makin' moni moni moni, more landslides and caved-in roads to come :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football &lt;/span&gt;- yay! at least MU lost to Liverpool once and was glad that the Malaysian Team proved something somewhere although I believe most of the Malaysian spectators were sort of against the Malaysian team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt; - Sci-fi has always been my favorite. Star Trek and Transformers blew my mind. and oh..Ice age too...;-) and I'd like anyone to give me the Skyline or the new Lancer for my birthday gift, Fast and Furious had made an impact on me..not the story but the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economy&lt;/span&gt; - not bad, we can still survive. It is something that is interesting to talk about when there's profit and more profit and more profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt; - they are my soul. We care for each other deeply. We make sure that we meet and call every now and then. We share our problems, thoughts, laughter, great moments..but not our husband or boyfriend heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..okay gwa sudah kekeringan idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must write this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply saddened my the sudden demise of the King Of Pop, Mr MJ. A guy who created magic in the music world, a guy who had a strong courage to do whats best, no matter how odd he was, he is still the most outrageous human on earth. I woke up that morning, super shocked..yelling WTF! and the next few days until the memorial service, I kept clinging to my phone listening to his songs. His older songs that is, the newer ones are more of a rage and complicated tunes. Nevertheless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MJ-REST IN PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shocking news again! our renowned most talented film director &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yasmin Ahmad&lt;/span&gt;. at 51 too like MJ, she has to go. I shook my head again. I need more of the stories from the storyteller, I need more of her films. I wonder if there is going to be anymore of Malaysian films, instead of Malay films. Is there? Is there anyone else here are brave enough to do that. She gained world recognition because of that. I know some people who extremely disagree with her work, but please don't just disagree, do better than her! ...in your own unique and most creative ways. Yasmin...you will be dearly miss by all. Al Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both Gone Too Soon. Allah knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that raps out my first entry after 7 months. Please please don't give up on me yet ;-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status update:  ( nak jugak letak status update tuh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time flies. Life is short. Do whatever you want to do. Achieve whatever you want to achieve. The things that you feel is right. Smile and cry. Kind and calm. Like there is no tomorrow...in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: TODAY FB OFFLINE HEHEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7588881668946932333?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7588881668946932333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7588881668946932333&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7588881668946932333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7588881668946932333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/halo-earthlings.html' title='HALO EARTHLINGS!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3694656359493020075</id><published>2008-12-28T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:05:00.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The award for the best year of my so-far-life...</title><content type='html'>..And the winner is..the year 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year taught me to live life to the fullest, to assist people who are in need, to abide, adapt and respect towards the peeps around me, to always try and do somethin' new, dont try dont know kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh..those statement are too 'lame'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets put it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year was full of surprises!!! too good to be true! or was it...my imaginations ehehhe. A wonderful feelings now, indulging in reminiscenes, setting adrift in memory bliss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless.. i am blessed.Things happen for a reason, always holding on to that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to myself ;-), to my beloved family and to my beloved very very close friends . And i have made a few new friends and rekindled with a lot of old acquaintances - not as in age  ( due to the ever-the-happening FACINGBOOKING and the the  www )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray the 09, will be a better year.. a year with more love, more smile and good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..that is not my new year resolutions..never had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 1430/1431&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hmmm..feels like changing mundane template for the new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3694656359493020075?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3694656359493020075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3694656359493020075&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3694656359493020075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3694656359493020075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/award-for-best-year-of-my-so-far-life.html' title='The award for the best year of my so-far-life...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4986133036197534721</id><published>2008-12-16T06:40:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:28:35.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundaneo is back...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dust dust duster duster....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuuhhh fuhh...too much dust in here&lt;/span&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..dear mundaneons, mundaneo had a looooong break from the blogging world..the longest..i ever had..busy?..not really..heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nothin' special....beside 'works'..a handful of social activities took place since my last entry... celebrations, entertainments, trips.... will be visitin' u guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the school breaks begins... we went to the legendary island...twas a company trip. Never been in a 'bas persiaran' before with a 9 hours journey...not bad..spacious..comfortable...one thing not-good..twas super duper freezing...!! and we were not prepared for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbu9fzWu_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Yl1Z4M5g_zs/s1600-h/mundaneo+langkawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbu9fzWu_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Yl1Z4M5g_zs/s400/mundaneo+langkawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170353414814706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon arriving at the island around 1100hrs, there was anotha two buses waiting for 65 of us, with  2 tourist guides..had meals..straight away they 'guided' us to tourists spot places..where ive already been before..but what the heck..twas fun. Checked in Ase@nia..3 days two nites..tiring, as we have to follow the schedules, nevertheless my cuz, bil and a fren managed to get our own kinda 'entertainment' on the last nite.. ;-)... When we got back home.. gua terus demam..duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUb0UqORtVI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/tag4p9bW3zs/s1600-h/mundaneo+pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUb0UqORtVI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/tag4p9bW3zs/s320/mundaneo+pd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280176248907216210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around a week after that.. twas my birthday..since my other half postponed the sorta family celebration.. i decided to go to PD with a very good friend of mine..thanks for the company dear ;-).. spotted a gorgeous twin rainbow on the way back&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbzwUCcFsI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/EPLBJE0kH9w/s1600-h/mundaneo+bdaysb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbzwUCcFsI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/EPLBJE0kH9w/s320/mundaneo+bdaysb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280175624476694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, cuzs and frens, belanja me dinner at a steamboat restaurant..thanks peeps!... Appreciate it..thanks for the gift ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend..other half, with the kids, cuz and a friend..  brought us to Gr@ndMilennium hotel, where my BIL works..for a very nice buffet, surprised me with the singing and the cake. Thanks darlin'.. i ate a lot of mexican food..since i have not been having it for quite sometime..fabulous buffet there. and Aimee..thanks for the walnut brownies cake..fantastic!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbzRcWqpGI/AAAAAAAAB3I/GSUWhNZnDUE/s1600-h/mundaneo+bdaygm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbzRcWqpGI/AAAAAAAAB3I/GSUWhNZnDUE/s400/mundaneo+bdaygm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280175094133072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbywMu-y1I/AAAAAAAAB3A/cbLgD-Zrk3k/s1600-h/mundaneo+karoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbywMu-y1I/AAAAAAAAB3A/cbLgD-Zrk3k/s320/mundaneo+karoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280174523004406610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and days and weeks after that..a series of hangout activities with friends. Karaokes and dinner with mr and mrs john and liverpool babe and rina. Supporting some friends who entered a band competition.. i actually bought an album from a local rock band ( who won the competition last year ) - and their name is Aisun@m vs the Feder@ted...;-) if you enjoy metal..this band has super talent..with their music...ok..you never heard about it eehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Aidiladha.... the weather was so gloomy..and definitely a good day to sleep ;-).. we dont really celebrate..altho we had a couple of invitations from friends. We had lunch at C0zyC0rner Ge M@ll..settled a few things and went back home and sleep ;-).Recently, theres this new JJ at Seti@wangsa.. we went there to check it out..very interesting place. Had lunch..at a restaurant ..besides IZzi..not recommended...expensive and not so tasty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbyQQdgYWI/AAAAAAAAB2w/u4cGD_-ZCSc/s1600-h/mundaneo+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbyQQdgYWI/AAAAAAAAB2w/u4cGD_-ZCSc/s320/mundaneo+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173974249038178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two days after, twas Ayska and my Mom's bday..had a simple dinner at J0hnnys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbx9ppxVII/AAAAAAAAB2o/UFzGRIrAf5M/s1600-h/mundaneo+ayskabday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbx9ppxVII/AAAAAAAAB2o/UFzGRIrAf5M/s320/mundaneo+ayskabday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173654593852546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbxC0I7u2I/AAAAAAAAB2g/auisspjqc70/s1600-h/mundane+foodkb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbxC0I7u2I/AAAAAAAAB2g/auisspjqc70/s400/mundane+foodkb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280172643796630370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and check it out!..me and a fren was lookin' for a place to have dinner at kg baru..we found a place ( according to my instinct hehe ) it is called Nangkam Restaurant located by the roadside at Jalan Raja Uda...highly recommended bebs and bros..Service and food are excellente!..superb view of klcc..which we could only see half of it..covered by the fog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And as for the landslide in BA... i felt sorry for the victims, a few friends and family had to go through a lot of hassles. Tragedy recurrance... ish malas nak cakaplah..this developer and local authorities... i hope this time is for REAL laaaa...the no-more-development on hillsides..&lt;br /&gt;Went to checkout the sites..later that evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbwCdMSEjI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/RqO_P19unKg/s1600-h/mundaneo+ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbwCdMSEjI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/RqO_P19unKg/s400/mundaneo+ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280171538125034034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the picca above..no offence. I am stayin very near to this place, even my place i dont consider safe 100%...and this property advert caught my eye.. at the junction towards BA.." Udara 50% lebih nyaman" ( air 50% fresher ).. yeah right.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.and soil 50% softer..closer to God&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy for a lot of people there to move out, its a major decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbvWbK1jkI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ltOs7U7aspo/s1600-h/Mundane000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbvWbK1jkI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ltOs7U7aspo/s320/Mundane000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170781667855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i hope and pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbvtEWlWOI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/PSjll2XHk08/s1600-h/DSC04986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbvtEWlWOI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/PSjll2XHk08/s200/DSC04986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280171170680101090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;activities for me..non stop..POOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and ayska grew a 'tree' her sorta school holiday project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4986133036197534721?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4986133036197534721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4986133036197534721&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4986133036197534721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4986133036197534721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/12/mundaneo-is-back.html' title='Mundaneo is back...!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SUbu9fzWu_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/Yl1Z4M5g_zs/s72-c/mundaneo+langkawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7545307120882753835</id><published>2008-11-06T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:38:17.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another poem....???</title><content type='html'>Yeah...a very mushy one..;-)..different is i did not create this one..found it in the www..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gave me another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opened up my heart and taught me how 2 love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fill me up with the warmth of your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me smile &amp;amp; humming with no apparent reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was lost in my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought that my life would never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suddenly you came and showed me the door 2 your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1225906332_0"&gt;cold heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of mine have melted with your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we never promise ourselves forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can lose you today, tomorrow or whenever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but for now... I'll give you all the love &amp;amp; affection I have in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever I have... it's yours for eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DITTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7545307120882753835?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7545307120882753835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7545307120882753835&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7545307120882753835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7545307120882753835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-poem.html' title='Another poem....???'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5885459573259553575</id><published>2008-10-26T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:56:54.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedonic</title><content type='html'>I was missing again from the www. Occupied with certain gray stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i write a spontaneous poem or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..noo lah..later lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to write here..since me sooo lazy to download some piccas just yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...hehe..maybe i should write a poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..3...4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You fill me, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till hell freezes over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;significantly beaming my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will cherish the thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caring like a 'rhapsody'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgetting you i am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even though i am moody ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love is all around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying happily like zealous doves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Affectionately cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by the fascinating plan from the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am zest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..is now holding tight to the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..is now at my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...as long as i am happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...singin'..you give good love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5885459573259553575?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5885459573259553575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5885459573259553575&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5885459573259553575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5885459573259553575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/hedonic.html' title='Hedonic'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8497206948295513003</id><published>2008-10-14T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:06:06.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This used to be my playground..in a supposed city..</title><content type='html'>..When i was in Ipoh to attend a course, i wrote about the inconveniences of getting the roadside parking ticket. So the second time i was there about 5 days before raya, I made an effort to look for the parking tickets ( just for the fun of it, since i cant eat during lunch break ). After enquiring, the shop that sells the parking ticket its just behind the place that i attended the course in. .and it looks like this lah..oooo...the 'scratch-win-thingy' kinda ticket..where we had it like about 10 years ago in PJ.... Its 60 sens per ticks, but you hafta buy it in a booklet..  so, i had 'fun' scratching it without winning anything ;-p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNKDvV7I/AAAAAAAAB1o/wmuErIrelSU/s1600-h/ipoh100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNKDvV7I/AAAAAAAAB1o/wmuErIrelSU/s400/ipoh100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256915951528400818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time i went alone to Ipoh, had to do 140-150kmh to and from Ipoh witha musicplayer's  fullblast volume..if not i will be dead bored and sleepy. The course i attended were a two days course. After the first day, i decided to drive around. First, I went to my late grandmother's place, where, when i was small i will be there every school holidays to accompany her, i was her favourite granddaughter lah ( hehe..i think )..she got 45 grandchildren...i am the daughter of her youngest only daughter of 9 siblings..the one and only. The house is now rented by dono who, and it is sad to see that the house is not well maintained, it looked soo much better than this. There is suppose to be two very bushy rambutan trees there ( used to climb the tree to pluck ), now sudah togel..sigh.. Then i went on taking picts of the lane i used to walk to go to the nearest sundry shop... I think, in one day i went two or three times...beli kunyit la, beli asam jawa la, beli cabai la..etc the things that she has just realized that it was out-of-stock just before she starts cooking. One thing good, she gives extra sens for me to buy sweets or icecreams. Evening, she will sometimes asked me to buy the nicest most delicious gebu'es putu piring and putu mayam. Miss, Opah, she passed away at the age of 83 or 85 (dono for sure, as her bc doesnt indicate the real date), 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNINJOgI/AAAAAAAAB1w/kswJwwLuG8U/s1600-h/ipoh101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNINJOgI/AAAAAAAAB1w/kswJwwLuG8U/s400/ipoh101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256915951030974978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then after that, i went to the shopping complex where i used to go with my cousins to buy real cheap cheap cassettes..Kompleks YikF00ng. The music shop is no more there, and so is SuperKinta..Nin! the superkinta is no more there!...baru tau daa..(one of the pic caption ; theres somethin funny about the motorbike..i had to take pict of it hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNbDWorI/AAAAAAAAB14/Qzfig4S_cxw/s1600-h/ipoh102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNbDWorI/AAAAAAAAB14/Qzfig4S_cxw/s400/ipoh102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256915956090184370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And at 1800hrs, Ipoh is MegaJAMMM!!...my goodness..i think..this town or 'city' is too small for the 'expanding' amount of local motorists. Then i decided to stop over at the IpohParade, dowanna drag myself in the jam. While waiting for breaking fast time, i window-shopped. Finally, i found a music shop that still sells old old cassettes!..i bought 6 of the most 'nostalgic' ones ;-p at rm20..hehe..still have the player. Got myself buy-one-free-one lipstics at rm16 at W@tsons. Buy some stuffs for the kids. Altho most things here are at a very reasonable price but I think the clothes in KL is much cheaper than in Ipoh, and of course i didnt buy any. Stop over at SushiKing to eat..alone..ate very fast hehe..Back to my room...wanted to sleep..but syokla plak layan TheGreenMile movie..altho i've watched it before, while 'munching' non-stop till i dozed off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh is still my hometown, altho very very seldom now i am there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8497206948295513003?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8497206948295513003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8497206948295513003&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8497206948295513003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8497206948295513003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-used-to-be-my-playgroundin.html' title='This used to be my playground..in a supposed city..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SPRRNKDvV7I/AAAAAAAAB1o/wmuErIrelSU/s72-c/ipoh100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1561034650353877522</id><published>2008-10-05T12:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:24:15.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Ramadhan, Early Syawal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Raya is raya laa... For me, the antenna of spring-cleaning the house suddenly emerge..that makes the few days before raya a bit hectic..it is mind over matter actually hehehe. It started when, my other half wanted to go to Jln TAR on the Sunday nite ( this is the first time in my life ) at 2 am..along with &lt;a href="http://seademon.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mr&lt;/a&gt; n &lt;a href="http://jazzmatazzed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs&lt;/a&gt; John and Liverpool babe. Quite interesting, stuffs are cheap cheap one, but i was already very exhausted after an hour strolling between the stalls. End up, i slept at 0500hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJT6u7YQI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/KT_NNHXE9XM/s1600-h/jlntar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJT6u7YQI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/KT_NNHXE9XM/s400/jlntar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253529571860111618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Monday, very the morning, i had to go to the HQ to complete few pending work stuffs before the holiday. Then to Gi@nt to buy the things for my cake, then pickup my beloved cousin car from the workshop. By the time i got back home , gua sudah mau pengsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 'pengsan' after breakfast, and slept alll the way till 0500Hrs, the day before raya..and start to bake the cakes. With the help of Ayska, we succesfully baked 2 carrot cakes and 1 choc cake, finished around 1100 hrs. Still sleepy, had to do some banking, get my hair done and do last minute shopping ...exhausting... ( i highlighted my hair okayyy..first time..gua sendiri culture shock )..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too many first-time-thingy lah this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve, apa lagi...start to clean up the house...sambil main game and listen to quite-a-loud music..to keep me awake. Thank goodness, my other half gave me a helping hand. by 0500am m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJTymiFoI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qEaAWq2nnr0/s1600-h/raya2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJTymiFoI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/qEaAWq2nnr0/s400/raya2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253529569677416066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours after that ( the Raya day ), went to my parents place then pushed off to Penang. Anotha 'work' there. Second raya..cooking cooking cooking..Trying my very best to reply all text messages that started pouring in since Monday..almost 50!..Third raya my BIL engagement ceremony at Bot@ kanan..after that..KL here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...blurrrr...sleepy sleepy...had brunch with beloved cuz and her father and Mr n Mrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; John..then back home sleep again..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJUCDz4gI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pQ4_K-EeGUw/s1600-h/alimajujfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJUCDz4gI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pQ4_K-EeGUw/s400/alimajujfs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253529573826748930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today..dah mulaaa dahhhh...open  houses..brrrrr...S L E E P Y!..the last seven days went off just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..one thing good..we did not get stuck in a jam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1561034650353877522?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1561034650353877522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1561034650353877522&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1561034650353877522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1561034650353877522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-ramadhan-early-syawal.html' title='End of Ramadhan, Early Syawal'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SOhJT6u7YQI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/KT_NNHXE9XM/s72-c/jlntar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-846886517864176014</id><published>2008-09-27T08:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:43:54.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killin time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2F9U1w6BI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/y-KwSj1EMOk/s1600-h/Mundane004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2F9U1w6BI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/y-KwSj1EMOk/s200/Mundane004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250500029196593170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been attending courses courses courses...dhang!..it is not that i really wanna attend..but hafta abide to THE rules and regulations of the industry that i am in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was bored....took the handsome trainer picca...hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during break time..cannot eat...jalan jalan...decided to talk to some animals. Went to the petshop..talked to the mega expensive animals they are selling there...well, since i cant afford to buy or even take care of them... Had conversation with the cute puppy ( which didnt feel like talking to me ), the little bunny ( same, ignored me), the 'g@rfield' ( typical - told me he is bored and he wants to sleep till the next meal time [this one..seriously remind me of someone heheheeee] ), and hey the fishes do talk to me...'dory' and 'nemo dan rakan rakan'. The starfish..err..cant see their mouth..so not talkin to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GIy5b22I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/h1bVVvE67Io/s1600-h/petshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GIy5b22I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/h1bVVvE67Io/s400/petshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250500226243615586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..then..dono what else to do..got anotha 10 minutes before i checked back in..so i went to the building sorta-the building kinda-verandah-roof..whatever ( not trying to jump off.. )...snap snap...sengih kat kakak yg tengah sapu sampah ;-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GfxxJ1mI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-a7Wk6C6gw0/s1600-h/Mundane013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GfxxJ1mI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-a7Wk6C6gw0/s200/Mundane013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250500621077436002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GWTbSTcI/AAAAAAAAB0g/ZNEwbwjgzZM/s1600-h/Mundane012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GWTbSTcI/AAAAAAAAB0g/ZNEwbwjgzZM/s200/Mundane012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250500458313829826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GxVK-a-I/AAAAAAAAB0w/RN6563mWigk/s1600-h/Mundane014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2GxVK-a-I/AAAAAAAAB0w/RN6563mWigk/s200/Mundane014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250500922638756834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..inilah kerje kalu boring..coba teka di mana?, i bagi duit raya rm2 ( for people who knows where i work..cannott answer hhehehe) - lawak2 yg tak berapa gaban d akhir bulan September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..got some more piccas of "when-m-bored-attending-courses" later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;TO ALL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALAM AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-846886517864176014?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/846886517864176014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=846886517864176014&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/846886517864176014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/846886517864176014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/killin-time.html' title='Killin time..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SN2F9U1w6BI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/y-KwSj1EMOk/s72-c/Mundane004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8224850777568788107</id><published>2008-09-22T07:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:58:48.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a many splendour thing...</title><content type='html'>The long awaited post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, some reviews on the mushy malay novel that i read for the last couple of months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Harajuku, next i decided to read on a true love story, Atas Nama Cinta written by Isa Kamari. I assumed many of us, especially the new generations have not heard about Natrah aka Nadra aka Maria Hertogh. The writer has 'illustrate' this mega love story between two mothers and a child name Natrah, in a very creative manner. It is totally based on facts, with a touch of beautiful emotions and touchy dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfIjzEgxI/AAAAAAAABz4/QotLmzBCwjw/s1600-h/atc+ik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfIjzEgxI/AAAAAAAABz4/QotLmzBCwjw/s320/atc+ik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248627753888285458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In short, Natrah is a dutch girl who lives with her grandmother and mother and her four siblings. during the Dutch occupations in Indonesia. During that time, where the locals were fighting to win back the country, her father was caught, left the mother who is not well and she has to take care of the kids herself. She then decided to giveaway Maria to Aminah. Aminah has no children of her own, so she was very pleased to take care of Maria, whom she named Natrah after that. After a while, Aminah brought Natrah to Malaya. Then her real parents started to look for her to claim her back. The trial took place in Singapore, and it had cause chaos amongst the locals and the 'matsallehs', due to religious issues. A very exhilarating real life story.. check it out in the wikiwiki &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Hertogh_riots"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  and you can even check it out in YouTube under Maria Hertogh. A history that we dont want it to happen again in the future... and yet we never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfR_ta3NI/AAAAAAAAB0A/yI99buv2Jw4/s1600-h/Cover_Tunggu_Teduh_Dulu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfR_ta3NI/AAAAAAAAB0A/yI99buv2Jw4/s320/Cover_Tunggu_Teduh_Dulu1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248627915999599826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is, Tunggu Teduh Dulu - Faizal Tehrani. This novel is about a very smart lady who wishes to become a very successful entrepreneur and a farmer. specifically papaya. In the process of building up the business, she has to also deals with mix feelings that she has between her two childhood friends who was in love with her and her family problems. It is very tough for her to satisfy everyone and at the same time manages her business. Upon reading this, i have actually gain massive knowledge of what kind of papaya, how it grows, what sort of fertilizer, the goodness of papaya et cetera...phew...made me eat papayas too ;-P. What impressed me is, the writer is a guy, and he actually managed to instill the 'jiwa' of a woman in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfmYyJa5I/AAAAAAAAB0I/AuXETfDWp_c/s1600-h/Saga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfmYyJa5I/AAAAAAAAB0I/AuXETfDWp_c/s320/Saga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248628266327698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saga, written long ago by Abdul Talib Hassan way back in 1976. This novel was recommended to me by my other half. The writer at that point of time has impressed readers on his new way of writing, perfectly. I agreed. It is simple but elaborative in a very 'selamba' manner.It is a story of three good friends, two guys and one gal. It is again about the torn between two lovers thingy, difference is she is married to one of them. The trio went to a village to actually develop the place, and they have to face the 'village-political' challenges. Interesting. the writter, even produced Saga 2 and 3, which i have not managed to find, unless if i order thru the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to read more, but reading all four love stories have made me feelin' 'stuffed'. So i have to postpone my intentions to read on A Samad Said's novels - which is 'heavier' and its not easy to get at the main bookstores. I don't plan to read the too-commercialized kinda novels. Have discussed my plot with the friend that asked me to write and to  some others. Started...chapter one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8224850777568788107?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8224850777568788107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8224850777568788107&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8224850777568788107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8224850777568788107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-many-splendour-thing.html' title='Love is a many splendour thing...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SNbfIjzEgxI/AAAAAAAABz4/QotLmzBCwjw/s72-c/atc+ik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5682170976588888008</id><published>2008-09-17T14:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:35:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..precious life 2...</title><content type='html'>Last two days, i called up my friend, the one who is having acute leukemia  (the earlier entry about her &lt;a href="http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-precious-life.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) I will always make a point to call her like, once in every one or two months the very least. Her condition has not improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early July she told me she went to Indonesia, advised by her relatives who is staying there, seeking for alternative medicine.  She even called me from Indonesia and told me about the situation she had to go thru. It wasnt as easy as she thought, as she had to wait in a long queue and took them days to prescribe the medicines. Nevertheless, she was happy she could go somewhere, rather than sitting at home feeling bored. When she came back home, she was offered a job by her previous employer. She was very happy, being able to do part time lecturing at the college and being able to earn extra income for herself and family despite her being sick. She is very fortunate, as her present boss is very kind and very understanding. He allows her to perform her job at her own pace as at times she has to spent a few days in the hospital for the bone marrow checkup and all sorts of check up. She explained to me how is the process of poking the needle almost as big as d thumb, at her back and recently at her backside...very painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, her boss brought her along with other staffs to Bali. "It is a very beautiful place," she said, and i told her.."owh..i so envy you, havent been there". Cracked a few jokes. ( justa turn the conversation to something more cheerful ) She laughed. Glad to hear her laugh. She told me her boss will arrange for her to go to India to seek treatment from the specialists there and also to bring her and family to London, for a holiday. Isnt that very very very nice of him? This boss was actually under her supervision when he first joined the company and she treated him well, and this favor he said, is in return to appreciate her contribution for him to climb up the ladder successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, oh wow, things happen for a reason... This is so good to hear. I am very delighted the amount of appreciation that her boss are willing to give, priceless!..regardless of skin colour. As for me, the least i could do is being a true friend. i dont have much, in a sense of monetary or material, to give her. I appreciate her for giving me the thought about life, kept reminding me to do the right thing.She, over and over again stress the point on how she appreciate me, for listening to her. Not that i demand for that, but i believe to appreciate oneself, we need to appreciate others, in whatever condition we are, just show it..we wont lose anything. In fact, i believe we gain more! But of course for some people or even mua have this big chunk of ego to fight with ;-p...tired of being the first to start things...now as mua life is back like the way it was .. anotha ;-p..ish no fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aper..ni..tetiba offtrack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Her baby, is now very healthy and cheerful...a brilliant baby boy....She manage to fast, as she said she dont eat a lot. At present...the doc suggested to her to increase the dose of the med from 400 to 800..double....not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God..please keep her strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*1. great chat dank! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgiven but not forgotten..hehe..perasan plus vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5682170976588888008?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5682170976588888008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5682170976588888008&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5682170976588888008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5682170976588888008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifeprecious-life-2.html' title='Life..precious life 2...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8788707194887607116</id><published>2008-09-14T07:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:33:08.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those supposed city...</title><content type='html'>I was here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh.. attended a course...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxTDMbe3NI/AAAAAAAABzw/0MOLG41utlQ/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxTDMbe3NI/AAAAAAAABzw/0MOLG41utlQ/s200/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658980320992466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent two nites there. My cuz accompanied me. Ipoh is my hometown, since my Opah passed away, we rarely go back to Ipoh, unless theres wedding or funeral. So, since i normally dont do the driving, if and when we are there, Ipoh town roads and places are sorta alien to me. the roads are mostly one way and roundabouts. Now theres a few new business centres. So we went round and round almost the whole of Ipoh to look for a place ;-P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxSvWeTMdI/AAAAAAAABzo/H4uIwU7ZisQ/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxSvWeTMdI/AAAAAAAABzo/H4uIwU7ZisQ/s200/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658639419781586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing for sure, Ipoh is a very 'economical' place to stay..drivers are slow and steady..no rush.. and we discovered some amazing stuffs there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first night we arrived, we went to a mamak restaurant for a drink..ordered roti canai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walah!...quick question to the mamak." Bang ini roti canai satu ke dua?" rm1.00..SOOO Big!!... The guy wasnt surprise when i asked him that...very tough for us to finish it..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxScApfVSI/AAAAAAAABzg/oVaaCQ1h9_g/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxScApfVSI/AAAAAAAABzg/oVaaCQ1h9_g/s200/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658307143619874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lunch break..we went to IpohP@rade...my cuz happily reached out her hand to the parking-entrance-machine to take the parking ticket or chip..and was a bit startled when she had to put in coins hehheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and if you are looking for coupons for roadside parking..theres nowhere to be found near the parking spaces! Amazing! ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxSMmR98OI/AAAAAAAABzY/WwzazfKRy_w/s1600-h/11092008%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxSMmR98OI/AAAAAAAABzY/WwzazfKRy_w/s200/11092008%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245658042367602914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night after breakfast, we went all around Ipoh to look for Americanpool table, but ekkk...none..nil! So we ended up playing snooker..made a 'grand entrance' to the snooker centre, all eyes were at us...hehee..We never played snooker together before. The last time for me was i think 15 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxRqZXEsLI/AAAAAAAABzI/orMu8rcwNGc/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxRqZXEsLI/AAAAAAAABzI/orMu8rcwNGc/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245657454783803570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..before that while we were 'cruising around' looking for a pool table..we found a very funny 'signboard'..at GreeeentownnMall (at least for us is funny hehehhe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Nyanyian karaoke Melayu!..dhang!hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in town to buy some stuffs on the last day, one 'scary' thing happened at a parking place. Theres this insane lady came knocking on the window and were shouting at us. We cant barely hear what she was saying..and we dare not open the window or reverse as her feet was under the car. I then, showed her the signs to backoff..she was still mumbling and screaming to us. I then, 'waved out' and said 'GO!'..she refused. Lose my patience..i screamed to her " BLAHLAH WOI! "..she cursed and sweared like nobody business to me. I then asked my cuz to just reverse, then only that lady went off..with a lot more cursing..duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the course i attended...mengantuk siotttsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ipoh is fun!..hehhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8788707194887607116?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8788707194887607116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8788707194887607116&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8788707194887607116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8788707194887607116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-those-supposed-city.html' title='One of those supposed city...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMxTDMbe3NI/AAAAAAAABzw/0MOLG41utlQ/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4031955936974164146</id><published>2008-09-09T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:09:00.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lepak weekend...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was a very lepak-one weekend. Me and Nik actually checked out a fish spa place which is also a very nice spa place...see..the picts..nice kan..clean and elegant..dont want to make free promotion about this place, we went behind the C@rrefour W.Maju, new shoplots ;-P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTb1kPUsII/AAAAAAAAByQ/CZ1XatnnnXs/s1600-h/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTb1kPUsII/AAAAAAAAByQ/CZ1XatnnnXs/s320/bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243557579473596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTcBemVjNI/AAAAAAAAByY/o2kKkXopDaI/s1600-h/n650763390_909894_7232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTcBemVjNI/AAAAAAAAByY/o2kKkXopDaI/s200/n650763390_909894_7232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243557784117939410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, breakfast time, me, other half and cuz went to MrnMrs John place, potluck, eat-till-we-drop.. i brought super-tapai..memang dropppp betul..hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTcRrEj7cI/AAAAAAAAByg/UJrlSzhGrr8/s1600-h/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTcRrEj7cI/AAAAAAAAByg/UJrlSzhGrr8/s320/bb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243558062343843266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday, went to Lowy@t, other-half wanna checkout some stuffs, and at 4th floor Lowy@t we never miss to buy this Soy-nuts at the at the Soy@shop..ish promotion lagi..hehee. Really likes to share good stuffs..you can google about it for more infos, the nuts is really crunchy and yummy..cant stop eating it..also healthy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to breakfast at the famous chicken rice shop, near the traffic light and bukit bint@ngplaza. We were too late..FULL HOUSE...i didnt realize they have one more floor up. So what we did was, we crossed the lane, ordered drinks at the open cafe, tapau the chicken rice. Beautiful experience! hehhehe. It has been so long i have not lepaks and jalan2 there at night. Felt like i am a KL'ian tourist in KL..snap snap picts..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTcopwyOiI/AAAAAAAAByo/ncTF1_1h2NA/s1600-h/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTcopwyOiI/AAAAAAAAByo/ncTF1_1h2NA/s400/bb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243558457129450018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTc6T19_NI/AAAAAAAAByw/tSepMPo-1f8/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTc6T19_NI/AAAAAAAAByw/tSepMPo-1f8/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243558760483257554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and this guy makes money near THE traffic light junction..cool heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTdPUWPMtI/AAAAAAAABy4/T-q8bPstk5g/s1600-h/bb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTdPUWPMtI/AAAAAAAABy4/T-q8bPstk5g/s320/bb4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243559121395856082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and theres actually loads of fish spas along the main road of BB..which also offer foot reflexiology and massage..but..the fish spa..macam kureng sikit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that nite, lepak again for a while with MrnMrs John..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the story of my delighful weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4031955936974164146?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4031955936974164146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4031955936974164146&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4031955936974164146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4031955936974164146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/lepak-weekend.html' title='A Lepak weekend...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMTb1kPUsII/AAAAAAAAByQ/CZ1XatnnnXs/s72-c/bb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5888673726455465917</id><published>2008-09-05T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:33:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i like MY house part 2</title><content type='html'>Why do i like my house part one is &lt;a href="http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-do-i-like-my-house.html#links"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, which is not mine..and how i wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for breakfast time this is what i did....normal sights during rainy season. No, its no smoc...;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from my place...the fog..and its cold ovarheeya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5chR40I/AAAAAAAABRY/-wQZW35M40g/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5chR40I/AAAAAAAABRY/-wQZW35M40g/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242495517888471874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5gBQYiI/AAAAAAAABRg/sDbiVbnY0xU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5gBQYiI/AAAAAAAABRg/sDbiVbnY0xU/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242495518827897378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5jdbdII/AAAAAAAABRo/CoakZKPnNbA/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5jdbdII/AAAAAAAABRo/CoakZKPnNbA/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242495519751369858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5iry0LI/AAAAAAAABRw/wy2M0-GcSYk/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5iry0LI/AAAAAAAABRw/wy2M0-GcSYk/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242495519543185586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..the fog finally dispersed..'clouding' my place ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr...cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5888673726455465917?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5888673726455465917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5888673726455465917&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5888673726455465917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5888673726455465917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-i-like-my-hose-part-one-is-here.html' title='Why do i like MY house part 2'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SMEV5chR40I/AAAAAAAABRY/-wQZW35M40g/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2028924680277481781</id><published>2008-09-03T02:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:24:54.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish..bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2Qj3QjLZI/AAAAAAAABQ4/P2K8Mwsz3RM/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2Qj3QjLZI/AAAAAAAABQ4/P2K8Mwsz3RM/s200/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241504487132310930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..was in Bukit Jalil Bazaar, followed my other-half to meet his friend, who open up a booth selling some mix and match stuffs for raya. My other-half also  plans to sell some  stuffs there which i am not sure what. So while we were roaming around the area ( which was quite empty as it is too early for people to shop during ramadhan ), i found a place to 'ease'. It was the feet-fish-spa-therapy thingy. First time for me, very very very ticklish when &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2Q-gXoj3I/AAAAAAAABRQ/YP6s8XuMHxQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2Q-gXoj3I/AAAAAAAABRQ/YP6s8XuMHxQ/s200/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241504944844476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tiny fishes started to nibble my feet ( they say they eat the dry 'unwanted' skin)..after a while i got use to the ticklish nibbling process and enjoyed it. It actually cured my headache and lessen my knee pain...seriously. Theres times when i terstep on the fishes and they were cutely trying to wriggled themselves out hehehheee..i enjoyed that too! not trying to kill them though hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2QkP8xjuI/AAAAAAAABRI/Ru6pxthAxBk/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2QkP8xjuI/AAAAAAAABRI/Ru6pxthAxBk/s200/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241504493760253666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so need to experience it again..like the whole body hehehehee...mesti geli kan...i heard theres spas somewhere in KL provide the therapy, according to my other half la..he went already...hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2028924680277481781?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2028924680277481781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2028924680277481781&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2028924680277481781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2028924680277481781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/fishbites.html' title='Fish..bites!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SL2Qj3QjLZI/AAAAAAAABQ4/P2K8Mwsz3RM/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2230792782456997949</id><published>2008-08-30T01:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:14:48.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blabber blabber</title><content type='html'>...it has been a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..O dear God..i have sooo many thing to write..but i dono..where to start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..must start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..starting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..brrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..open WMP...for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............. rewinding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SLhKjn533FI/AAAAAAAABQw/kBtVzSx9KYU/s1600-h/zxks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SLhKjn533FI/AAAAAAAABQw/kBtVzSx9KYU/s320/zxks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240020142313167954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..just got back from a makan makan at my good friend's new and fantastic mansion..wondering if i will ever own one :-P..hadda good time with a few close friends, but on the way to her place..which is actually 15 minutes away from my place..it took me 1 hour..jam jam jam..what course the jam? An army truck rosak tepi jalan ..boleh?..and then at the exit from the highway to jalan ampang..everybody is 'morally' cutting queues near the traffic lights..boleh?..got me in a really bad mood..what else...i was carrying my youngest kid..as she was sleeping..as i wanted to cross the road opposite the mansion..i slipped by the road side..and hurt my left knee...badly..managed to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SLhKUoAlE3I/AAAAAAAABQo/CfyJpwUqBGc/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SLhKUoAlE3I/AAAAAAAABQo/CfyJpwUqBGc/s200/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240019884643259250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; held my baby very tightly though... dhang! it has been a while i have not had any blood flowing out from mua skin and scratches .. not just red..can even see white white thingy too..got it plastered..3 pieces..sakit siot!..especially after i put some med on it at home, before plastering it back..felt like my eyes and head coming off from my bod..how i wish that time i could pickup the phone and scream to someone..cant scream infront my kids..dowanna scare them ;-P.. so hafta put on a cool face..like i always do lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for many days now..hafta do a lot of things on my own..my other-half work commitments are pretty tight now, outstations....kinda bored..Thank goodness i have friends to hang out with, do some business dealings, and booooooks to read..also got a new toy..nokia3210..simple and not so expensive phone. Before, i couldnt be bothered to have the latest tech phone thingy, as long as it could be use to make calls..but my previous phone kept giving me problems..so i guess its time to change *grin*..excuses...so now i have learnt about bluetooth la, the 3rd generation lah..and i realized i am so behind with gadgets...so when i am bored, i play with the phone..download stuffs and the best part is, it has Sudoku in it..cooool ;-P thanks love*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and for many days now..i hafta make a few personal and business decision..on my own..so was a bit blur and confuse..that explains a little of my little MIA in blogsphere..sorry if i have not visited your blog guys..coming! coming! slowly but surely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..after a few sessions of 'bertapa' hehehhee... i managed to clear my mind..and sort things out..really..patience and rationale ..pays... A LOT. I have learnt form the best! I have managed to forgive myself and anyone whom i need to forgive..and hope people will forgive me in whatever my wrongdoings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so..mushy entry is not here yet..just blabbering..will soon make reviews on the books..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aint care bout politics no more, tired and sick about it..although kinda worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...brrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...careless whisper....&lt;br /&gt;damn! this mushy song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..open ..WMP...stop that song... change to..When Im Gone - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah better song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2230792782456997949?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2230792782456997949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2230792782456997949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2230792782456997949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2230792782456997949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/blabber-blabber.html' title='blabber blabber'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SLhKjn533FI/AAAAAAAABQw/kBtVzSx9KYU/s72-c/zxks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7681012839939199126</id><published>2008-08-25T03:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:55:15.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling the rhythm..</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok..hehe...buat pit stop ...cant really run from the blogsphere can i? hehe.. i am too good to make you wonder much longer..hahhahah..the vain me ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answering the questions here hehheheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neez: why hybernate..aiyaa..u should ask me via fb or ym hehehe..basically i was not in the right mood to write, felt like kicking sombody's @$.. ;-) but now ok already..can smile at any @$..oops..sorry neez..i guess i am still not in the right mood heheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smurfet: ..need to know THAT detail y you change the 'house'lah hehhe..now because of you..i came back sooner than i want to hehe..didnt really go anywhere..keeping myself busy socializing and a bit of work here and there and also finishing my collection of novels...love stories...aggghhhhhhh..why the toot i got stuck with those..jom p kara-okay! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faizal:...tak takkkkk...wont delete this blog..unless its the end of the world thingy, where all internet connection is unaccessible after 700 years ( terpengaruh dengan citer Wall-e )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcd: heheh...u sure you wanna hybernate with me aaa.. i am a rockstar you know..of coz lah you know you have 'told' the 'world' about it hehhee..what you dono is i like to rock people's world ahahaaha ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the tooot am i mumbling about at 3.34am..and its raining outside...brrr..cold&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolin': no worries dear,  i wont even delete my massive grammar mistakes...not deleting anything frm here..thanks dear ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zara: not really happy hybernating but making myself happy somehow ;-P...feel free to read my previous crappy crazy posts hehhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waliz: ok..will let you know..although it may takes me sometimes to bloghop.. Adalah a few stuffs to be deleted  from - in my brain, in my handphone, in my pc ..etcetera - too many viruses hehehhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catbat: "i need a life!!!!!" hehhee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lily: alah delete sikit2 saja...sudah move ka..okeh..nanti check out..thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummi: not really been anywhere, too many people to go anywhere, dont like crowded places, dont wanna contribute more to my serabots mind ;-), i got award! yeeehaaa..tenkiut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there...hehe..an entry to reply comments...hehehheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for many days now, besides my socializing activities, i have been doing a lot of reading, will update about the books that i read soon..please be prepared of the 'mushies' entry again hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...sahabatku....you won,  i lost..out of my foolish beat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7681012839939199126?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7681012839939199126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7681012839939199126&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7681012839939199126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7681012839939199126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-rhythm.html' title='feeling the rhythm..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-9156673711807772787</id><published>2008-08-15T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:26:45.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash! Boom! Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;MUNDANE&lt;/span&gt; IS IN '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HYBERNATING&lt;/span&gt;' MODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..until further notice... in a process to delete some stuffs...delete delete delete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..'celebration' time!..like who cares anyway..they got their own life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-9156673711807772787?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9156673711807772787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=9156673711807772787&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/9156673711807772787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/9156673711807772787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/crash-boom-bang.html' title='Crash! Boom! 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Pakaian seksi maut, bercinta pula dgn lelaki mat saleh. Ke hulu ke hilir menayang boyfriendnya yg bermata biru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;Punyalah eksyen si Tijah, hinggalah suatu hari dia ternampak lelaki Inggeris tadi dgn wanita lain yg lebih cantik dan bergaya daripadanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;Tijah menangis tiga hari tiga malam. Pada malam ke empat, Tijah mengambil sehelai kertas dan menulis surat untuk memutuskan perhubungannya dgn lelaki mat saleh tadi yg baru sebulan dikenalinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;Begini bunyi surat yg ditulis oleh Tijah binti Kulup Kecil, yg berjaya "dicuri" ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;Mike.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;I WANT TO CUT CONNECTION US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;I have think about this very cook-cook. I know I clap one hand only.Correctly, I have seen you and she walk-walk together at town with eyes myself. You grab hand she. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;You always ask for apology back-back. I don't trust you again! You are really crocodile land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;My friend speak you play wood three. First-first I think my friend lie me. But now I know you correct-correct play wood three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;So, I break connection to pull my body from this love triangle. I know this result I pick is very correct, because you love she very high from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;So, I cut this connection to go far from here. I don't want you to play-play with my liver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;I have been crying until no more eye water thinking about you. I don't want banana to fruit two times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;Safe walk.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tijah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaahahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12th year Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was an adventurous day. We quarreled ( over little little things - gua emotional ) than we made out..eh made up..;-P, then we went and have food at 1600hrs ( hehe..the feud and the pujuk, took a great deal of time *grin*) &lt;a href="http://www.tamarindrestaurants.com/"&gt;Tamarind Springs in Ampang Jaya&lt;/a&gt;, wonderful place!..first time for us..no picts downloaded yet, GREAT PLACE..seriously! then we went to Popular Book store to look for my other malay novel. Later that nite, we went for a date at my favourite gerai near our place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..till death do us apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-157208755750008716?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/157208755750008716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=157208755750008716&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/157208755750008716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/157208755750008716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/anotha-love-storyyyheheh.html' title='...anotha love storyyy!!!!...heheh'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8813081422871997043</id><published>2008-08-07T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:46:11.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiwa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SJrcxVw8VII/AAAAAAAABQQ/k64aQor0AWc/s1600-h/HATIKU-DI-HARAJUKU.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SJrcxVw8VII/AAAAAAAABQQ/k64aQor0AWc/s400/HATIKU-DI-HARAJUKU.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231736657358378114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first malay novel..after about 20 years specifically love novel....reading it for y'know what.  &lt;a href="http://nurtaqwa08.multiply.com/reviews/item/23"&gt;Hatiku di Harajuku by Ramlee Awang Mursyid&lt;/a&gt;. As per now ( m only at pg 237 - dono the ending yet hehe ) so far, the story is entertaining and informative, although i felt like it is lacking something somewhere ( still learning, cannot pinpoint what ) maybe the storyline is not smooth enough for me. Nevertheless, i got hooked up by the writer's imagination, ..I didnt have much expectation on the novel, i bought it because i am curious with the title and the plot, but i know i got enticed, coz today i just had to buy some sushis and 'wallop' as many as i could   .... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjiwai&lt;/span&gt; ;-P  heheheeee..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SJrc8yEgOHI/AAAAAAAABQY/qneUNCX3wkA/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SJrc8yEgOHI/AAAAAAAABQY/qneUNCX3wkA/s320/sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231736853935175794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8813081422871997043?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8813081422871997043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8813081422871997043&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8813081422871997043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8813081422871997043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/08/jiwa.html' title='Jiwa..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SJrcxVw8VII/AAAAAAAABQQ/k64aQor0AWc/s72-c/HATIKU-DI-HARAJUKU.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7444762907318998995</id><published>2008-07-31T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:39:12.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing about love out of nothing at all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She already has a boyfriend of 8 years. And why are they not married yet is because (according to the boyfriend) until he has enough money and he is waiting for the right time so that they can have the most memorable and perfect wedding ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While in that process, workloads and responsibilities increased. The boyfriend has to go outstations most time, she is kinda busy too. As a result of that, they spent less and less time together. People around them started asking. Tension rose. Some very ‘considerate‘ friends starts to create stories of what her boyfriend might be doing while he is away. She got worried and suspicious. She confronted him, which end up with a mega feud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She suggested that both of them have an open relationship. She stated if they’re meant to be together they will be together. The boyfriend sort of agree. Before making that decision, in a confused and upset mood, she found someone interesting. They became ‘passionate’ good friends. She begins to compare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In every aspect her boyfriend has the best quality, the only things he don’t have is time, the new guy have all the time for her. She fell for the guy, no matter how odd his attitude is.. The new guy, explained that their relationship will go nowhere due to some circumstances he has to deal with. She insisted to give it a try. The new guy stand firm with his word. She has to do a lot of thinking and make a fast decision before her heart goes crash boom bang, and that will lead to lotsa time and money wasted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should she just wait for her boyfriend and rot while waiting? Should she just maintain the ‘friendship’ with that new guy without being ‘discovered’, although it is going nowhere? What would she do and say if the boyfriend finds out? What happened after she makes the decision to stay with the boyfriend and after that she then finds out he has another girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahh…sorry for the mushy entry again, M in a middle to ‘ambik mood’ . Was asked to try to write a malay novel. Genre – L  O   V E.  I asked, “Aiyaa..why love laaa?” Friend said  “ Sellable, if not..than Ghost stories”.. Dhang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now m actually trying to put an effort to it. First step, I bought a malay novel. 4 days ago..baru four pages baca heheeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the story above….CRAP!...What the ffffefffkkk!!! Why must women always be the victim of men so called circumstances! ( errr..generally ) hey! even the girl in batman has to…ooops…for those who has watch…you know what..because of men..tragic!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my answer for my own question for this crappy story I just created is – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aiyaaa leave the new guylaaa…stick with the boyfriend and if the boyfriend ‘f**k big time! Leave him also laaa…Get other man to rock your world, if she can live without men, easier..But I know I cant heheheheee.&lt;/span&gt; You got any other answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine – I crumple a piece of paper and threw it on the floor and start to write again – like a professional writer in the film hahhahahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyy soooo sssssseriousss…&lt;br /&gt;Adoiii..why very warm la nowadays. ,,still smiling tho..;-P  eh I need to joker laugh ring tone laaa..where to get?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh by the way, my recent trip, thank you friend…..appreciate it..and m really sorry…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7444762907318998995?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7444762907318998995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7444762907318998995&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7444762907318998995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7444762907318998995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/writing-about-love-out-of-nothing-at.html' title='writing about love out of nothing at all..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-519551553562036138</id><published>2008-07-24T10:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:52:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy time!</title><content type='html'>My theory of love evolvement in  'relationships'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally... in my humble opinion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During teenage years, love is about out-of-curiosity..and of coz at this point of time you are strictly not encourage by definitely your parents to not even think about it but kids, the more you tell them not to, the more they get curious..and of course..this love will fade away fast..and thats why they use the term monkey or puppy..why puppy?..checked the Wikiwiki &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puppy_Love"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and monkey?..err..err..not sure..cant find it in google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during college years, love has become a 'culture' like..hey-everybody-has-bf/gf--i-must-have-one-too kinda love..and if and when he/she change-change-partner-kinda-person, you get marked..this is where 'intimacy' begins.. go library togethergether, go study togethergether et cetera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'love' during the college years may or may not continues as career starts. If it doesnt continue, obviously they found a partner who is macho'er/preettier,'loaded', more romantic..  at the workplace or  in a social gatherings. . Usually this is the time where love is about looking-for-a-soulmate, someone to share your ever-increasing-stress-level due to work and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this level he/she will start to strategize no matter how long it takes, the more you strategize the longer time it takes. Emphasizing on the family background, financial, looks. brain  etcetera, and when he/she found one...the brain, the heart, the liver, the hands, legs all start to 'ache'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everything is in 'order', next step is to become his/her fiance. During this sorta interval before marriage. the hot 'love' turns into some sparks of aggitativeness...love-is-put-to-the-test..while trying to define trust, respect, responsibility, commitments, sharing..bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Marriage - the first two years..love is in the air..love love and love..no matter how sucks and smelly your partner is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of marriage, love has solidly become the trust respect responsibilities commitments, sharing adapting..etc This time around, he/she needs extra 'energy' to be patient esp when little little 'monsters' 'emerge'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years, love is about creativeness.. things can start to get a bit shaky if he/she starts to think that marriage is all about in-the-papers and money and routine, undermining the sacred of marriage institution. Maybe things didnt work out along the way and he/she has to part due to whatever reasons, and if he/she wants to 'repair' that he/she can/should forgive and forget and have fun without each other for a while.. and who knows things will get even better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years, i dono...not yet there hehe, i guess is about the love to the whole family and the entire human race ;-), and if he/she becomes the rich Datuk K, L, M, N and suddenly..cewah suddenly..hehe..he/she found a sexier and sweeter and younger and richer Datuk S, T, U, V...love is a manipulation of all of the points above...hahahahehehehuhuhuhohoho ( joker laugh )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me..i love everybody who loves me..foh-e-vah! hehe..and my family is the one and only cinta suciku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so dont worry..if you are full of love..love will come to you in many ways... *wink* to cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-519551553562036138?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/519551553562036138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=519551553562036138&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/519551553562036138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/519551553562036138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/mushy-time.html' title='Mushy time!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4472760901993250746</id><published>2008-07-18T01:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:18:57.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-OW1KtqXI/AAAAAAAABQI/0FyLuJd-rD8/s1600-h/dk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-OW1KtqXI/AAAAAAAABQI/0FyLuJd-rD8/s400/dk4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050615653345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid BATMAN fan, i was thrilled to get to watch the latest film &lt;a href="http://thedarkknight.warnerbros.com/"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt; with normal expectation BUT OMG OMG OMG this movie has managed to exceed my utmost expectation! It is the best movie evah! The greatest superhero films of All&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-OB_zmLOI/AAAAAAAABQA/CsUG52IyO0M/s1600-h/dk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-OB_zmLOI/AAAAAAAABQA/CsUG52IyO0M/s400/dk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224050257731923170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time!  I knew it! my favourite actor since his  first movie that i watch 10-things-i-hate-about-you , Heath Ledger has remarkably enticing the audience with his most gruesome evilish maniacal villain of all as The Joker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Nolan has successfully made a very unique difference this time around, compared to the previous Batman films, and its okay if you havent watch Batman before, this is truly madly deeply entertaining. A solid two and half  hour movie with fine script and great cinematography. Loads of adrenaline rush scenes, full of feverish action and tad exhausting, makes me 'hate' the movie so much that i just wanna get out from there!, but i was vulnerably engaged to the seat and my eyes  glued to the screen. Of course there are certain scenes that i felt it is a waste of time but then again the insights of Gotham city and the five strong main characters covered it making the films exhilarating to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sure i am gonna watch it again, IMAX if possible, certain scenes i need to fine tune. My 9 bugs is worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it guys! keep your mind off from the 'madness' we have now in this beautiful country, supposedly. Like what the joker said..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madness is like gravity, all it takes is a little push&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-NwKw6LzI/AAAAAAAABP4/vWUf7KXlApA/s1600-h/dkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-NwKw6LzI/AAAAAAAABP4/vWUf7KXlApA/s400/dkg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224049951435796274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..this films has lots of unexpected violent scenes, so i'd advise to not bring kids along..small kids..below 12 years maybe..depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why so serious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4472760901993250746?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4472760901993250746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4472760901993250746&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4472760901993250746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4472760901993250746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-avid-batman-fan-i-was-thrilled-to.html' title='Magnificion!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SH-OW1KtqXI/AAAAAAAABQI/0FyLuJd-rD8/s72-c/dk4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1798822481648158806</id><published>2008-07-15T02:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:29:53.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever thought...</title><content type='html'>When i was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years old - i have never thought i would 'ter'pickup a nice colourful dead slimy snake ( only knew after i pick it up ) and also playing 'combat2' with my neighbours - what to do, they were all boys  when we were staying in mindef and i urged my mom to buy me a songkok, that 'cap' was so cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years old - i have never thought that i actually wear a blue and white gown everyday to a kindergarten, Good Sheppard Kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years old - i have never thought i had to wear another blue gown ( pinafore ) and had to climb the huge army truck that sent us to school and had to stand on a chair facing the blackboard well more to greenboard, for not doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years old - i have never thought i was 'legally-transfered' to an all girls 'english' school just because i was so lazy to do my homework..well...errr..literally. Loves the music and singing class the most, even took the Organ course and found out that music is my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years old - i have never thought that i had to again wear a lighter blue gown, well i think i prefer the pinafore than the 'look-thru' baju k and the girls starts wearing polka dot bras ( quite trendy ) , i tried it too...hehe..looks cute on other girls but not me.&lt;br /&gt;And i was in the Homescience class and i  can cook and sew...again..literally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years old - i have never thought i could 'handle' the monthly mens. thingy really well.. bloods are not bad at all heheh and so does boobs...eeeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years old - i have never thought that i actually did quite well in my SRP, this was due to the tuition classes i attended and that theres actually interesting boys out there heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years old - i have never thought that this is the most interesting year of all. Passed SPM with a not so flying colours, amazed me when i got an A for ugama and a credit for my addmaths, the rest - being in a science class - results were realllllly badddd. And while waiting for the results i worked part time, knew a lot of people, discovered more interesting boyz and girlz. Dated someone staying near my place and some other people as well hehe... been to a discotheque and the ever famous Hi tea-dance thingy in a  very popular hangout place in D@mansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years old - i have never thought id be in college taking a course which was not my favourite, wanted to take up music, staying in a hostel with rules, could actually wake up really early...againnn..discovered more interesting girlzzz and boyzzz hehehheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years old - i have never thought that this is a much better year then the 17th year, took a degree, stay outside the campus, no rules!!!! hahahahhhh..more interesting boyzzz and girlzzzz. Loads of activities and 'fun'! and loads of discoveries!..diligently went against my principal..no need to elaborate hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years old - I have never thought i graduated although i had too much 'fun' and i chose not to work, prefer to do freelance...scrap all the certs. Got really in love twice during the two years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 years old - i have SERIOUSLY never thought i got married to the one i love the most, and i had to choose that point of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 years old - i have never thought marriage is errr...errr...fun but tough!..manageable though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 years old - i have never thought we have a beautiful baby girl thru a C section in a hospital!.. the word hospital freaked me out..never been warded before, never been under the knife before too. Then the real test of marriage begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 years old - i have never thought that again i managed to deliver a baby boy thru a normal delivery. Have been breastfeeding non stop...till i am left with skin and bones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 years old - I have again SERIOUSLY never thought that i accidently got pregnant. Another baby girl... and twas a blessed..things started to get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now at almost 36..i have never thought i got back my life again and diligently again go against my ultimate principal...duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..thats why the world is round and it goes round and round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so glad that i still have all my good friends around me...keeps me smiling..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks y'all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more years to go..one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1798822481648158806?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1798822481648158806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1798822481648158806&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1798822481648158806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1798822481648158806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/neomes-life-so-far.html' title='Have you ever thought...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6860671322261748484</id><published>2008-07-09T03:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T04:46:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: Hello can i speak to Madam Confuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah speaking, Who's on the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: Good Afternoon Madam, i am calling from a Full-of-surprises Co. Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah i know you. What dya have for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: We would like to invite you to attend a free course on how to laugh when you are confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh ok, when and where is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: Its a three days two nights course in Primula Hotel in a place call Besut. &lt;b&gt;Besut&lt;/b&gt; is a district in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysia" title="Malaysia"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/a&gt; state of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terengganu" title="Terengganu"&gt;Terengganu&lt;/a&gt;. It is bordered by the state of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelantan" title="Kelantan"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/a&gt; to the north and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_China_Sea" title="South China Sea"&gt;South China Sea&lt;/a&gt; to the east. It is the northern gateway to Terengganu. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kampung_Raja" title="Kampung Raja"&gt;Kampung Raja&lt;/a&gt; is the district capital, though &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jertih&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Jertih (page does not exist)"&gt;Jertih&lt;/a&gt; is more developed. Another major town is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuala_Besut" title="Kuala Besut"&gt;Kuala Besut&lt;/a&gt;. There are other small towns such as Jabi, Apal, and Kampung Raja. Besut is further subdivided into 15 mukims which are Keluang, Kuala Besut, Bukit Puteri, Pengkalan Nangka, Hulu Besut, Jabi, Kerandang, Pelagat, Lubuk Kawah, Pasir Akar, Tembila, Tenang, Kubang Bemban and Bukit Kenak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Huh???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: ..and the course will be on the first week of November &lt;b&gt;which&lt;/b&gt; is the eleventh &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Month" title="Month"&gt;month&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Year" title="Year"&gt;year&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gregorian_Calendar" class="mw-redirect" title="Gregorian Calendar"&gt;Gregorian Calendar&lt;/a&gt; and one of four Gregorian months with the length of 30 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day" title="Day"&gt;days&lt;/a&gt;. November retained its name (from the Latin &lt;i&gt;novem&lt;/i&gt; meaning "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nine" class="mw-redirect" title="Nine"&gt;nine&lt;/a&gt;") when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January" title="January"&gt;January&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February" title="February"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt; were added to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_calendar" title="Roman calendar"&gt;Roman calendar&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthday#Birthstones" title="Birthday"&gt;birthstone&lt;/a&gt; for November is either &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Topaz" title="Topaz"&gt;topaz&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citrine" title="Citrine"&gt;citrine&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birthday#Birth_flowers" title="Birthday"&gt;birthflower&lt;/a&gt; is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chrysanthemum" title="Chrysanthemum"&gt;chrysanthemum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;November begins in western tropical astrology with the sun in the sign of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scorpio_%28astrology%29" title="Scorpio (astrology)"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/a&gt; and ends in the sign of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sagittarius_%28astrology%29" title="Sagittarius (astrology)"&gt;Sagittaurius&lt;/a&gt;. Astronomically speaking, the sun actually begins in the constellation of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libra_%28constellation%29" title="Libra (constellation)"&gt;Libra&lt;/a&gt;, passes through &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scorpius" title="Scorpius"&gt;Scorpius&lt;/a&gt; from approximately the 24th through the 29th and ends in the constellation of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophiuchus" title="Ophiuchus"&gt;Ophiuchus&lt;/a&gt;, which is the only zodiacal constellation that is not associated with an astrological sign.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;November starts on the same day of the week as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February" title="February"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt; in common years, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March" title="March"&gt;March&lt;/a&gt; every year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: What the...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: Are you confuse mam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hell yeah i am...why dya have to be elaborative in such a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: We wanna make sure we call the right candidate for the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: So am i qualified?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: Of Course! You didnt laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Errr...errr...okay. How do i go about to attend the course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caller&lt;/span&gt;: Well, theres a few ways. its either u take the plane to Kuala Terengganu and take a cab to the place, Or you take a bus or you drive...or you can google about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahahhahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: errrr..hellowww..hellowww..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn! i was just about to ask where is Besut again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sources: Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6860671322261748484?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6860671322261748484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6860671322261748484&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6860671322261748484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6860671322261748484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/insane-part-1.html' title='Confuse Part 1'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1458523919687583426</id><published>2008-07-07T19:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:39:47.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiiyah!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i watched Kungfu Panda @ home, yeah it is funny but predictable. An animated film where the kids are the targeted audience and for the whole family to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SHIGPHO5KVI/AAAAAAAABPg/WwsVfH9Va_U/s1600-h/kfp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SHIGPHO5KVI/AAAAAAAABPg/WwsVfH9Va_U/s400/kfp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220241774785145170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about chinese or 'chinese-based' films, esp when it involves martial arts, there will always be dialogues and scenes where the 'sifu' ( in this movie they call it 'shifu'), whom will somehow motivate you on how to deal with your life . The sifu is always the 'lepak' one ( relax ) when solving problems, using inner-power like telekinesis, mind control, precognition, clairvoyance etcetera. I think thats why lah they chose the turtle to be the sifu, some sort of Yoda in the Star Wars. Slow but powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villain, Tai Lung reminds me of a famous figure ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute storyline, could be better... i was actually wondering what happened to the turtle aka shifu.. My kids end up 'kungfuing' with each other while and after watching it..that kinda impact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, if you believe and focus on something, it will come true no matter who you are ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like just now i targetted a parking space infront of ampangpoint&lt;/span&gt; [ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this place, parking means impossible&lt;/span&gt; to many] ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i got it!, the right place at the right time!&lt;/span&gt; _) So since i'm good in targeting parking, i should do something with my life righttttttttt..haiyaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should now list out ( again! ) what i want.. May The Force be with Me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the catchy tagline from this movie " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, and that is why it is called the Present&lt;/span&gt; ": *wink* to &lt;a href="http://09082008.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wafa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;now i know where it came from hehhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1458523919687583426?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1458523919687583426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1458523919687583426&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1458523919687583426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1458523919687583426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/haiiyah.html' title='Haiiyah!!!!!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SHIGPHO5KVI/AAAAAAAABPg/WwsVfH9Va_U/s72-c/kfp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8047706416524186281</id><published>2008-07-05T04:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T05:16:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan Adam&lt;/b&gt;: Hey Baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Hey Honey ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan Adam&lt;/b&gt;: How dya feel tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Back to zero, when things aint the same no more..thank you and sorry..i have changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats why i always hate fresh flowers that aint planted to the ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan Adam&lt;/b&gt;: Oh cmon girl other people has problems that you cant ever imagine..so chill! Let me take ya dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Aghhhhh. listening to your songs laaa makes me feel like this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan Adam&lt;/b&gt;: Can i be your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Sigh! Everything-i-do-i-do-it-for-you my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bryan Adam&lt;/b&gt;: I'm still in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah i bet your momma gonna miss ya..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;copying mr john's idea of the conversation with the devil and sigmund freud, as for me, a little 'conversation' with my favourite old hunk..&lt;br /&gt;heheheee,,,ive got nothin' better to do in the heat of the nite..while humming, Please Forgive me..;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8047706416524186281?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8047706416524186281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8047706416524186281&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8047706416524186281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8047706416524186281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-part-1.html' title='Crazy part 1'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1325492167060633137</id><published>2008-07-03T05:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:26:34.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theoman YaMann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGvyEJfDoEI/AAAAAAAABO4/x6zNkeugw8I/s1600-h/theoman4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 74px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGvyEJfDoEI/AAAAAAAABO4/x6zNkeugw8I/s400/theoman4A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218530746318430274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve it to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was down with  flu days before the due trip to Tioman with the Production Team and my family. I have never had this kind of flu before, normally (which is rare ) it'll just took me less then 2 days for me to recover but until today m still coughing and sneezing, A bit turned off during the trip, nevertheless, twas a fantastic getaway, after so long. The last time i was in Tioman was 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came later then the rest of the production team, they took the 0730hrs boat to Tekek and took the 4WD half an hour journey across the island to Juara. We, instead, took the 1100hrs boat straight to Juara and it took us almost 3 hrs. Tired..but as we arrived..the place is sooo damn worth it!.. Peaceful 'jamaican' place! Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Juara Beach Resort owns by the cool Mr Steven. This trip is for us the production crew, so the director belanja lah ;-).  Approx. rm300 per person, incl. ferry, the 4wd, breakfast, lunch, dinner, island hopping ( snorkelling ) and the room,  for 11 of us. Very reasonable off peak price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, after resting..what elselah, beach and sea! here we come!. Had a good dinner. right after dinner, the whole island went blackout for a good 3 hours, still we had fun ! Celebrated one of us punya birthday.. after that we hit the sack..ready for the second day..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGv9T2oiboI/AAAAAAAABPA/PBuzhcUOwfc/s1600-h/theomanblog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGv9T2oiboI/AAAAAAAABPA/PBuzhcUOwfc/s400/theomanblog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218543110763736706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, had a good breakfast..then we went snorkelling...wowwowieee!...we were brought to some  superb, fresh, 'virgin' places. The kids were very happy, for the first time they tried snorkelling altho many times swallowed the the crystal clear sea water hehhee. Around 1500hrs we're back to the island. After dinner, i seriously need to have quality rest ( due to the flu ), so i took the acti fast and slept till after midnite...need to get up for EURO babe!... Had a great time watching the finals with Mr Steven, and also with several foreigners, a norwegian, sweedish, british, australians. While we were watching football, my significant other went fishing, and he got a baby shark..;-P..not bad. The next day we asked the chef to cook it...and he cook curry out of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGv9T48qFfI/AAAAAAAABPI/ogxKqsGTA0k/s1600-h/theomenblog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGv9T48qFfI/AAAAAAAABPI/ogxKqsGTA0k/s400/theomenblog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218543111384995314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day...took several more picts.. felt like i wanna stay there longerrrrr.....i dowanna leave this place!!!! We had the chance to take the 4wd across the island to Tekek, the so called road is very bumpy and steep as they're still sort of upgrading the route, not a bad journey, ive been thru worst before during my fishing trip years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGv9UZ3TctI/AAAAAAAABPQ/FAS3z9qmrCY/s1600-h/theomanblog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGv9UZ3TctI/AAAAAAAABPQ/FAS3z9qmrCY/s400/theomanblog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218543120220910290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home after midnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept very soundly..three days without tv and news except the Euro..The next morning was very puzzle reading Mr John's blog *wink*..dono what is goin on...open up the news..and still puzzled..sayin to myself " why the heck is the 1998 story scandal hit the news again? "...and read more...and..saying to myself again....."oooooooo..new one..what THE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..need to go to anotha island... fast!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1325492167060633137?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1325492167060633137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1325492167060633137&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1325492167060633137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1325492167060633137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/07/theoman-yamann.html' title='Theoman YaMann'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGvyEJfDoEI/AAAAAAAABO4/x6zNkeugw8I/s72-c/theoman4A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7294876938408727848</id><published>2008-06-26T07:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:49:09.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June's gugugaga</title><content type='html'>Monthly event report ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Stmarians reunion gathering at Dynasty hotel on fathers day, what a day to choose for all moms yeeehaaaa heheheee. This time i am not the organizer..double yeehaaaa hehee..*wink* to rima and kak aidafitri..but still they ( my batch ) call me on whether they are coming or not...oh well...;-). The gathering was a mix of 1989, 1988 and 1990. We 1989 wear red...i actually bought a red sweater with hood, i think its cool...coz i dont wear bright red tshirt or blouse ... and i DoNT wear dress...Twas a successful gathering, although i seriously cannot remember some of the seniors..but we managed to mingle and rekindle..;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWAC_pgI/AAAAAAAABOI/BIoCb8G9MBg/s1600-h/june5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWAC_pgI/AAAAAAAABOI/BIoCb8G9MBg/s400/june5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971389952992770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we attended a wedding, glamourous, 'ethical' , well organized wedding..kudos to you nizam, need u to organize my daughters and son wedding..teeheeeheee..maybe in the year 2028..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWdXfZqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/f-0eXaopMAY/s1600-h/jun4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWdXfZqI/AAAAAAAABOQ/f-0eXaopMAY/s400/jun4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971397823588002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;than food taim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillside c@fe at bukit @nt@rabangs@ is one of our favourite, we will go there if and when we are craving for the sauted mushrooms and some authentic delicious asian delights...nice place and nice food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWqzpIFI/AAAAAAAABOY/6w-v0iar8bw/s1600-h/jun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWqzpIFI/AAAAAAAABOY/6w-v0iar8bw/s400/jun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971401431326802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and for the first time my significant other brought us to Restaurant M@k Time..eh M@k Tam eh no no M@k Tim..always didnt get it right hehee..it is near the roundabout in keramat Au2 or was it Au3,  near the roundabout at the highway near uk@y heights...( ok ok  bad talking-map ) This place is popular for its Johor 'products', so we tasted , the mee bandung, laksa johor, nasi 'berani' and mee rebus..tasty..but i still feel theres lack of something somewhere, coz i adore Johorians food....&lt;br /&gt;okayyy laaa..the price is wayyy cheaper than hillside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaW8yDPtI/AAAAAAAABOg/nDQY1M_f-0E/s1600-h/jun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaW8yDPtI/AAAAAAAABOg/nDQY1M_f-0E/s400/jun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971406256488146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time i came here was 8 years ago.. the N@si lemak near Kel@b Sult@n Sulaim@n at Kg B@ru,  the taste, in my opinion has been commercialize or something, not the same anymore..went with &lt;a href="http://narcaholic.com/blog/"&gt;Mr John&lt;/a&gt; and gang, photos courtesy frm my bro...bro i assume consent aaa..pasting these picts ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaXHJ4PYI/AAAAAAAABOo/WYdOhLHHZ5U/s1600-h/june3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaXHJ4PYI/AAAAAAAABOo/WYdOhLHHZ5U/s400/june3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971409040784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing beats the sup ekor and the soup daging at a dono-what-is the-name-of-the-gerai near my place, so thick and very tasty...guaranteeeee shedapsssss...no pictures tho, will get it the next time we are there, call me if u feel like trying it ;-)..serious sedap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is so lepak and so kopak, hope to hit the beach this weekend..dhang! m now having flu..Was so not in the mood to blog or blogrolling the last few days, sorry guys. Will be back next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ughhhh Holland pulak kalah... German gave a good show last nite tho..&lt;br /&gt;Team in  the final assumptions German versus Spain..ughhh.. Russia might create a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;..need to sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7294876938408727848?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7294876938408727848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7294876938408727848&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7294876938408727848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7294876938408727848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/junes-gugugaga.html' title='June&apos;s gugugaga'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SGLaWAC_pgI/AAAAAAAABOI/BIoCb8G9MBg/s72-c/june5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8265928751268150945</id><published>2008-06-20T02:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:52:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a lyricist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Song Writer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/song.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to evoke emotion, tell a story, and hook someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very small amount of words, perhaps with some deft rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't write music, you can sure write compelling lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics so good, people will have them stuck in their heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how ironic...thanks &lt;a href="http://boneyta.blogspot.com/"&gt;smurfet&lt;/a&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8265928751268150945?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8265928751268150945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8265928751268150945&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8265928751268150945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8265928751268150945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-lyricist.html' title='i am a lyricist!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6153748177448399059</id><published>2008-06-17T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:33:31.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFfK96VOIpI/AAAAAAAABOA/8ZCteIbLWwg/s1600-h/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFfK96VOIpI/AAAAAAAABOA/8ZCteIbLWwg/s320/brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212858258683732626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do feel tired to be the one who always.. (well, not all the time) , look for a way to fix the situation to everyone’s satisfaction and benefit. People say that attitude is a self appreciation character (huh??..). But I do have a little problem facing mistakes and admitting no one is perfect. Leading to that problem, I did not act out of disagreement instantly, I kept it.,which makes matters worst when it is time for me to retaliate.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do think I am now in a strike-back mode ( refer to the disclaimer on my side bar ). I may smile or grin or unobtrusive and I, myself can sense the danger out of the ‘evil’ side of me. I will start to demand for people to be more appreciative like a dog. I will force them to squish their own brain..if they won’t..i will..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do not want to hurt anybody’s feelings, I will try my very best not to. But if people ‘disturb’ me deep, they will be sorry… I will do one good first and final ‘thrust’ because I am not the type who will prolong matters… then I will remain invisible.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6153748177448399059?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6153748177448399059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6153748177448399059&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6153748177448399059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6153748177448399059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-do.html' title='i do...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFfK96VOIpI/AAAAAAAABOA/8ZCteIbLWwg/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2362261226025281229</id><published>2008-06-14T21:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:32:32.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final del viaje and daddy's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brzzzzzzk....There goes my favorite team &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uwaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...see..this is what happened when somebody cannot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head butt&lt;/span&gt; people...uuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ZZ..ure still my hero hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume Portugal, Holland, Spain, Greece or maybe German will be in the semi finals..great team!..now for the luck when the ball starts rolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFR1L5digtI/AAAAAAAABNw/8zjqXczlVwU/s1600-h/hfd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFR1L5digtI/AAAAAAAABNw/8zjqXczlVwU/s320/hfd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211919516038234834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..to my love - hope ud love the wallet and the card the kids gave u;-)  mmmwahhhxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..to my father - yre the greatest Dad of all...i love u so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..to my fellow bloggers: Bro John. Mr Madredo1, Mr Adam, Mr Gombak4Life, Mr Alamkekal aka scarletkingsnakes and Mr Rigval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all my facebook friends - Mr Dan, Dr Achdiat, Mr David, Bro Kamaruddin, Mr Hazli ( congrats! u got a boy!! ),  Mr Shahrul, Mr GemGem, Mr Rudy, Mr Muzaffar and Mr Shukri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ALL FATHERS! Stay cool ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFR1XOLsBUI/AAAAAAAABN4/VKcAIKE_zuw/s1600-h/hfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFR1XOLsBUI/AAAAAAAABN4/VKcAIKE_zuw/s320/hfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211919710579066178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/h3&gt;I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFR04X_gr1I/AAAAAAAABNo/AaNSPEqPD0s/s1600-h/hfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;!--/gc--&gt;&lt;div id="btmLBs"&gt;&lt;div class="lkbx"&gt;&lt;div class="obS"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/h3&gt;It is a wise father that knows his own child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2362261226025281229?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2362261226025281229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2362261226025281229&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2362261226025281229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2362261226025281229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-del-viaje.html' title='Final del viaje and daddy&apos;s day'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SFR1L5digtI/AAAAAAAABNw/8zjqXczlVwU/s72-c/hfd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1578534473741837162</id><published>2008-06-13T02:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:40:14.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wa pk la sendirik,,,</title><content type='html'>i woke up from an unplan evening doze yesterday evening with a 'heart attack'.. ter'slept' on the sofa..saw my two little kids was also sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the time from my handphone.." Its 7pm ..SHIT!!!" , and then i threw the phone away..rushed to my room , grabbed my bag, couldnt find my spectacles... i knew i put it on the computer table..but i couldnt find it...Double Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, i dont have anymore time to waste, i couldnt find the handphone that i threw earlier either ( panic punya pasal ) , with a bit blur vision i drove very very fast..the traffic lights seems like hours, all the cars seems to be hogging me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving aka 'drift'ing, ive already thought of all the worst consequences...damn it!..it makes me even more panicky, i accelerated like the world was going to end and  like.. damn it! i dont have a handphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Ayska's school at exactly extraordinarily 11 minutes, nobody seems to be around anymore. .. i held my breath, stopped the engine ( very ready to be scolded by anyone there and whatever news ). As i was about to walk out from the car, she came out from the guard house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhhhh Thank God!!!! i apologized and kissed her many many times, and asked her stupid questions..which she refused to answer. She did not cry, but she was really upset...i felt guilty..and the only thing she asked was " Adik2 mana?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorryyyy darrrrlinggg....i love youuu...dont do the same thing like what i just did to you when yre older as and  when u have to pick me up from my yoga classes ka whatever classes or gatherings ...it is not wise..." ;-P hehehhehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then it triggered me.. what if silly things like this happen again ( silly of me to even think about it lah kan )..but what if theres other exceptional/unavoidable/serious emergency last minute event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opting to give her a handphone is highly unlikely, cause the school will confiscate it for whatever reasons. Call up my friends who is staying nearby is one option, ( id rather get scolded by my friends then my parents hehehe ). The school will be close if it is too late to call ( i seriously do not think the teachers will actually wait ) . ..anotha good option is i better get the pak guard's handphone number, one of these days,  just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the BEST option is " I BETTER BE A GOOD MOTHER AND DO NOT OVERSLEEP! " &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( she finishes school at 1820hrs - so u guys can call me to check hehehhee )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i am blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw.. i found my specs on the floor near the computer table ( dono how the heck it got there ) and my handphone on the sofa itself ..blame it on the rainnn yeah yeah..or maybe euro2008..*grinnn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1578534473741837162?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1578534473741837162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1578534473741837162&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1578534473741837162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1578534473741837162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/wa-pk-la-sendirik.html' title='wa pk la sendirik,,,'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5938173840475585715</id><published>2008-06-09T13:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:20:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellepppppp!!!</title><content type='html'>Duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok disclamer first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to be a near to perfection when it comes to household chores fullstop and i admit it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; drove me bonkers fullstop After i am about to get my third kid, i slowly got fed up comma espescially when it comes to clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that a lame excuse for these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzc092_IyI/AAAAAAAABNQ/PNXS-gmUskg/s1600-h/misc1+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzc092_IyI/AAAAAAAABNQ/PNXS-gmUskg/s320/misc1+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209781671477322530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..these has been near a month..plus the ones i sent for laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzdLJE_YsI/AAAAAAAABNY/GTYQ7pUoSMM/s1600-h/misc1+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzdLJE_YsI/AAAAAAAABNY/GTYQ7pUoSMM/s320/misc1+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209782052445971138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...these has been a week...&lt;br /&gt;Dhangg!!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone might just grin or smile widely or laugh or sulk looking at these picts ;-), but that someone wont care one ahahahhaa..its all junk..&lt;br /&gt;Actually theres more disastrous 'scenes' at my place..too embarassing to show...&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok...todayyyy todayyyyyyyyy..make it a point!!!! errr..tomorrow tooo..eheheh&lt;br /&gt;Helleppppp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.since my significant other is now outstation for a week...lagilaaa ..malas...hmmm..shld i impressed him when he comes back?...i asked him first lah..ahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy ache today..its either i ate too much or i laughed too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzcQPo6WhI/AAAAAAAABNI/Ph7MUyCncf0/s1600-h/superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzcQPo6WhI/AAAAAAAABNI/Ph7MUyCncf0/s400/superhero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209781040594967058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday me n family went to watch the SUPERHERO movie.  Review? err ...frankly it is as geeky, slapstick and pointless movie like the scary movie. But i enjoyed it sooooo much, it is good for you to ease your mind thru a spoof film which most of the time expected farting and peeing  and swearing dialogues scenes are massively shown ;-) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking on Spiderman, with notable mentions to X-Men, Superhero Movie tells the story of geeky Rick, who accidentally doses himself in animal pheromones and acquires the abilities of a dragonfly. No, not the super-long legs, but, it seems, the irritating tendency to flap around pointlessly in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to understand the jokes (the slapstick ones). If yre with a blur audience, u end up laughing the loudest, like what happened to me and my significant other yesterday. And you were like ..errr.." y are they not laughing too" hehhehee... It seems like we and a few others are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it to ease your mind but dont get fooled by the posters teeeheeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5938173840475585715?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5938173840475585715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5938173840475585715&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5938173840475585715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5938173840475585715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/hellepppppp.html' title='Hellepppppp!!!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEzc092_IyI/AAAAAAAABNQ/PNXS-gmUskg/s72-c/misc1+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-35144433539696631</id><published>2008-06-02T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T01:34:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before that story</title><content type='html'>Ok, it is already a sin for me to go for an unplanned sorta holiday during school break weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQVCYCbyHI/AAAAAAAABM4/54jLrxAoyS8/s1600-h/north1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQVCYCbyHI/AAAAAAAABM4/54jLrxAoyS8/s400/north1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310199703718002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are the jam after Bukit G@ntang&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RnR on the highway, (and I offered to drive…Dhang!). until the Jelapang toll. Was quite lucky when they opened the opposite direction lane to us, although it ended up 'bottlenecking' at the toll. The TnG or Sma@ttag are very very very useful, so remember to topup every time you wanna go for holiday yaaa…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that, we were in BukitL@rut T@iping, assuming the Tulips garden in BukitL@rut aka M@wellHill are still open. But ekkk…. At 1630hrs…nope, no more tics, sold out since 0830hrs on a weekend. SO if u plan to go up there on a weekend or during holidays, morning guys..VERY morning. Just took picts of the forest flowers lor..sorry Dotty *wink*. Fascinating place, u can only go up there via jeep provided and they have chalets/ bungalow for 8 people. I will definitely plan a trip there one day. we got the pamphlet tho.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQUA4CbyGI/AAAAAAAABMw/3HQ8dRf4i_0/s1600-h/north2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQUA4CbyGI/AAAAAAAABMw/3HQ8dRf4i_0/s400/north2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207309074422286434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that ( heheh.go estern ), we were at the new RnR at the new highway linking Seberang J@ya to SgDu@ in Butterworth. Very nice RnR, it is just by the sea.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQUAICbyFI/AAAAAAAABMo/UrVo-3UM3WI/s1600-h/north3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQUAICbyFI/AAAAAAAABMo/UrVo-3UM3WI/s400/north3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207309061537384530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that we were in a rm98 hotel room behind Meg@m@ll. Pen@ng.. Below is the only room we got after searching the whole nite &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for a room. All fully booked!. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Penang&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? – no way we wanna go there…jam jam jam&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQT_4CbyEI/AAAAAAAABMg/5AikKZfpQK4/s1600-h/north4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQT_4CbyEI/AAAAAAAABMg/5AikKZfpQK4/s400/north4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207309057242417218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before we went to look for a hotel in Butterw0rth, we were actually in T@ping ( hehe..confuse eh )…Lepaks at the lake and the night safari… &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt; is sooo beautiful and serene, Night Safari is…borrrringgg and tiring…cant really see the animals not to mention I queued up for 30 minutes for the tics, but it looks so much better then the N@tional zoo. So if u wanna go to T@ping zoo, go during the day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQT_YCbyDI/AAAAAAAABMY/fzDImZW2YQg/s1600-h/north5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQT_YCbyDI/AAAAAAAABMY/fzDImZW2YQg/s400/north5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207309048652482610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before we went to T@iping, we were at ‘somebody’s’ niece wedding (heheh u can tell by the picts ) @ Bukit Mert@jam, got to shake hands with the the wife wheehoo ( didn’t mean anything – just got excited meeting a public figure hehe ). And after the wedding we were suppose to meet my significant other good friend, but he was mega late. And that’s why we went to Taiping. Then, as we cant find a room in Taiping, I wanted to just go down to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But noooooo , my significant other wants to meet his friend jugakkkkk, so we went up north again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQT-ICbyCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/6rqmyL_nsgo/s1600-h/north6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQT-ICbyCI/AAAAAAAABMQ/6rqmyL_nsgo/s400/north6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207309027177646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before we went to the kenduri, we spent a good 2 hrs at the workshop, repair and change the car tyre. The place that we serviced the car earlier in KL did not do a good job..stupidos amigos! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that we pushed off from KL at 2230hrs and reached BM at around 0430hrs, with a Daytona-kinda-driving and a bad tyre alignment and we stopped at 3 RnRs. And slept at a crappy inn in BM right infront of the tyre shop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that, I didn’t even know that we actually jadi to go for this trip. Initially my significant other just wanna go by bus alone..hehe..so I only did the packing at 2000hrs  before we begin the journey….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that I was facebooking and ‘ym’ing….heheheeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well at least we covered the lake, the sea and the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-35144433539696631?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/35144433539696631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=35144433539696631&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/35144433539696631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/35144433539696631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-that-story.html' title='before that story'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SEQVCYCbyHI/AAAAAAAABM4/54jLrxAoyS8/s72-c/north1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1786643942026995166</id><published>2008-05-30T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:40:39.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..mushiest...whatever that means..</title><content type='html'>CUT AND PASTE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7pY82w0QI/AAAAAAAABL4/hFWKHl5S0yc/s1600-h/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7pY82w0QI/AAAAAAAABL4/hFWKHl5S0yc/s400/love1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854834148823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When you catch a girl glancing at you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she wants you to look back and smile.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; girl bumps into your arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; while walking with you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she wants you to hold her hand.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she wants a hug, she will just stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When u break a girls heart, she still feels it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;when you run into each other three years later.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a few seconds,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she is not a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;t all fine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she is wondering why you're playing games.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl says she can't live without you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7pyc2w0RI/AAAAAAAABMA/AAhvb-MQ-D8/s1600-h/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7pyc2w0RI/AAAAAAAABMA/AAhvb-MQ-D8/s400/love2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205855272235487506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Guy Facts:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy calls you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;he wants to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; listening to you...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine." after a few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;minutes, he usually means it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;he wishes you would care about him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and wonders if you do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When your laying your head on a guy's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;chest, he has the world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy calls/texts/comments you everyday,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;he is in love.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;he means it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;he's with you till your done.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;he misses you more than you could have ever missed him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;or anything else.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7p782w0SI/AAAAAAAABMI/4AGYdtnYBFM/s1600-h/love3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7p782w0SI/AAAAAAAABMI/4AGYdtnYBFM/s400/love3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205855435444244770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;rue boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she walks away from you mad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Follow her ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she stare's at your mouth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Kiss her ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she pushes you or hit's you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Grab her and dont let go ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she start's cussing at you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she's quiet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Ask her whats wrong ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she ignore's you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Give her your attention ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she pull's away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Pull her back ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When you see her start crying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[Just hold her and dont say a word ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When you see her walking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she's scared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Protect her ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she lay's her head on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she steal's your favorite hat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she tease's you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she doesnt answer for a long time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ reassure her that everything is okay ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she look's at you with doubt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she say's that she like's you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ she really does more than you could understand ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she grab's at your hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ Hold her's and play with her fingers ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she bump's into you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ bump into her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she tell's you a secret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ dont look away until she does ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she misses you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ she's hurting inside ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When you break her heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ the pain never really goes away ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she says its over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ she still wants you to be hers ]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When she repost this bulletin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[ she wants you to read it ]&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- because 10 years later she'll remember you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OWH CRAP!&lt;/span&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1786643942026995166?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1786643942026995166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1786643942026995166&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1786643942026995166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1786643942026995166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/cut-and-paste-time-when-you-catch-girl.html' title='..mushiest...whatever that means..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SD7pY82w0QI/AAAAAAAABL4/hFWKHl5S0yc/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2186634474109849751</id><published>2008-05-27T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:24:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes widely shut</title><content type='html'>Who says our public transport is reliable???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while i have not taken the public transport, was exclusively depending on it and i felt i had enuff of it...tho it is cheaper, abiding it, is a major issue for me as timing is the factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a very good friend of mine asked me for a favor. So, i agreed to leave my kids at her place ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at around 1300hrs&lt;/span&gt; ) , and take the public transport to her workplace in Bukit Bint@ng. Reason being, is that we can go to some places together from her workplace with her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 1315hrs, I parked my car near the Gi@nt bus stop ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nearer to my place&lt;/span&gt; ), i decided to take a bus that goes to the nearest LRT station. After 10 mins, i hopped onto a bus. Got to the station ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so far so good&lt;/span&gt; ), still deciding whether i should stop at Dang Wangi station and take the monorail to BB ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which i have to walk for a bit - considering i was still having the 'hangover' after the play, if not, i really dont mind walking&lt;/span&gt; ) or I go to KLCC and get a bus from there to BB ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;less walk&lt;/span&gt; ). So while i was still deciding, i paid to stop at the Dang Wangi station. While in the train, i decided to stop at KLCC instead hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the KLCC bus stop, i looked at the 'signage' ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a white flimsy board, written with marker pen&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at KLCC bus stop!!! a tourist spot! *roll-eyes*&lt;/span&gt;) and it says the R@pidKL bus number 103 goes to BB. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;( eh berapa banyak stop daaa.... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes, 103 came. Felt so happy... buttt....thank goodness i asked... the driver said, "this bus is not going to BB, Ttwangsa only". I sulked ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wondering what would happen if i did not inquire&lt;/span&gt; ). After a while i asked the group of the R@pid employees who is sitting down doin' nothin', 'chatting rapidly'. One of them said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait for the next bus&lt;/span&gt;", without lookin' at me. I almost punched his face, but of course i wont do that in public lah kan. So after about anotha 15 minutes ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was already feeling very restless, my 'hangovering' mode was at its peak, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is what happened when i cant say no to a dear friend&lt;/span&gt;) and keep wishing i should've stopped at Dang Wangi's station or at least have a book to read&lt;/span&gt; ) came anotha 103..haaa..felt relief...i asked again, anddd..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooo this bus is not going to BB&lt;/span&gt;" I was like, WHATTTTT DA FEFFFFK!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the group again and asked them annoyingly, and one of them say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you look at the digital sign at the front upper part of the bus, if the word Ttwangsa is above the Bukit Bint@ng then it is not going to BB&lt;/span&gt;, I was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh wow! why didnt you tell me earlier and how am i suppose to know that! and why did they even bother to put da f#$^&amp;amp;kin Bukit Bint@ng on it!&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well of course i didnt say that out loud - just the face expression&lt;/span&gt; ) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN...&lt;/span&gt; ! @#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already very tempted to take the cab, but i remembered the last time i wanted to go to the Weld from KLCC, they wanted to charge me ridiculously, rm5, without using the meter ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jam , they say&lt;/span&gt; ). So, to avoid another confrontation....i decided not to... it is not about the money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 15 minutes, came another 103 ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;duh..i hate waiting&lt;/span&gt; ), and one of the guy in that group was giving me the sign that i can take that bus.. well...finally, i couldnt be  bothered now which location is above which location ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they better be right, or people will see me shouting at the bus driver. who have seen me shout? *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including the normal jam infront of Concorde, i 'conclusively' arrived BB at 1430 hrs, ..still put on my cheerful face to her ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thatttt's me! &lt;/span&gt;) altho... it took me like 1 hr 15 minutes to get there... i should've take the cab... it'll cost me double..but thats beside the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you said our public transport is reliable....if i were an adventurous tourist, it'd be a great 'venture'.... I wonder what does the transport minister or whatever related ministry do when they go to England or Japan ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leisure eh..&lt;/span&gt; ), they could've thoroughly study and adapt the public transport system efficiency, instead of just building roads, and collect toll money. Cant they see the cost effectiveness, when jam is lessened due to the effectiveness of public transportation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..it was one of those days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2186634474109849751?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2186634474109849751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2186634474109849751&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2186634474109849751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2186634474109849751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/eyes-widely-shut.html' title='eyes widely shut'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1527545345653407918</id><published>2008-05-26T03:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:44:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurturing..</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month that I have not been together with the kids, lepak-lepak and makan-makan, a routine for them to have a lil bit of fun together with me. Well, at least, during my ‘show’ days, my significant other brought them to PD ( actually, unintentionally, as he suddenly had a function to attend,  he actually managed to get his friend’s maid to take care of them..hmmm..oh well )..Anyway, I don’t normally blog about my weekends activity, just felt like it now hehe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So last Sunday, I decided to bring them to have a good lunch at Burgr King.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDnAFc2w0OI/AAAAAAAABLo/_4bffDwd02k/s1600-h/wkid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDnAFc2w0OI/AAAAAAAABLo/_4bffDwd02k/s400/wkid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204402044281082082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So happened, that I brought the camera. Ayska was very eager to take pictures, so here are the results, not bad,,, although there is a 'silhoutte' of a tiny hand there ..and err..oops…tersexy hehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDpcSs2w0PI/AAAAAAAABLw/3dc-sMm0_uo/s1600-h/wkid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDpcSs2w0PI/AAAAAAAABLw/3dc-sMm0_uo/s400/wkid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204573795728281842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Certainly the black pepper burger didn’t even look as delicious as it is on the menu at the counter, still tasty though, Ayska and Amar enjoyed the cheese burger, Lysha prefer the cheese sticks and the nuggets. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch, we went to Gi@nt to buy some groceries. Thot of bringing them to a nice open playground after that, but it rained. So think, think, think…for an inexpensive place for them to enjoy, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ahah..bookstore!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Off we went to Amp@ng point, P@y Less Bookstore. We love this place. So while they were browsing, I riffled thru my choice, very tempted to buy all three hardcover books for only rm18, but I have spent too much on the groc., maybe next time...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm-6M2w0MI/AAAAAAAABLY/vCCytmexEeA/s1600-h/wkid3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm-6M2w0MI/AAAAAAAABLY/vCCytmexEeA/s400/wkid3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204400751495925954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I put back the books, and I found this one…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm-e82w0LI/AAAAAAAABLQ/7_v7QMdIemo/s1600-h/weekendkids+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm-e82w0LI/AAAAAAAABLQ/7_v7QMdIemo/s320/weekendkids+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204400283344490674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm…intriguing… ;-)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After chapter three..i got bored..too much informations, too many points that I hafta relate to my issues. One thing for sure I remembered this line, came from a wife whom the author interviewed..she said “ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In marriage, both must maintain and have sense of humor, because life is serious.&lt;/span&gt;.”…Agreed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i dont need a good marriage! I need a good husband! *wink*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..ok ok..yre..good...only two  more things lacking hehe... i never satisfied eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After almost two hours engaging with the books, Ayska wanted to go to the other favourite bookstore, 1 floor up. Here… As it is nearing to end of the month I don’t plan to buy any books..so the hanging 'poster' didn’t mean anything to me…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm-Ds2w0KI/AAAAAAAABLI/8urB3axpb1M/s1600-h/wkid4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm-Ds2w0KI/AAAAAAAABLI/8urB3axpb1M/s400/wkid4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204399815193055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While they were ‘roaming’ and Lysha wasnt actually reading, as she loves the books that have sounds… , I came across this Kingfisher’s collection, very interesting. I wish I could buy those, but of course, it’s an ‘ill-afford’ treasure, the price is  more than 50 bugs. So I chose to sit down on the floor and read. The Castle and Forts are the most gratifying in its detail. Its about the history of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Maiden&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; to Sant’ Angelo, from Chateau Gallard to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Himeji&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and castles/forts made out of love not war. Kids now are so lucky, they have this kind of books  in the children books department...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm9Rs2w0JI/AAAAAAAABLA/LEeEHiJJEbg/s1600-h/wkid5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDm9Rs2w0JI/AAAAAAAABLA/LEeEHiJJEbg/s400/wkid5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204398956199596178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the time we were out from there its already dark. We truly enjoyed the day.&lt;/p&gt;: "Mummy when are we gonna buy those books"&lt;br /&gt;: "Ask Abah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adoiiiiiiiii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://narcaholic.com/blog/"&gt;mr john&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; again you  made me LOL!!! i wish i have that 'talent'..hehehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1527545345653407918?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1527545345653407918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1527545345653407918&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1527545345653407918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1527545345653407918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/nurturing.html' title='Nurturing..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDnAFc2w0OI/AAAAAAAABLo/_4bffDwd02k/s72-c/wkid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8362036219440724299</id><published>2008-05-23T20:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:31:33.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstage and 'sober' nites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDay-82wySI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ywOa5tozfyE/s1600-h/COBbackstage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDay-82wySI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ywOa5tozfyE/s400/COBbackstage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543214030637346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backstage&lt;/span&gt; - on the show day, the backstage management was in total control, compared to the day before, when we had the full dress rehearsal, the organizer didn't put on the lights there, so twas dark unless the front stage lights are bright enough to lit the backstage, chaotic. Call time was at 1800hrs sharp, everybody starts to get ready, although the show time is at 2100hrs. At these hour, some begins to panic, some begins to cry, some just had to go to the loo several times hehe...nevertheless the show went really well. Told them to have fun when they perform, and they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ends, i hafta run to the ktv to get there in time according to the time i booked ( dont ask why - last minute thingy ), so i missed the moment when they hug and cry right after the performance, at the backstage. I waited for the dancers and actors to come ( i was singing alone in that large room for 40 minutes hehehe), then as they came, hug hug, then i rushed back to berjaya, to pickup the props. As all the performers were already in the room, we, crews came a bit later after clearing things up. That nite, the director gave a sort-of award to the performers for best female/male supporting/main actor/dancers. And some tokens of appreciation for the production crews. As time goes by to the wee hours..one by one of them hafta go off, gonna miss them so dearly, all hugs and kisses. Towards the end, only the crews left..melalak sampai tak ingat hehheeheh till the place closed at 0300hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDaym82wyQI/AAAAAAAAA74/BOt-vZS7GC0/s1600-h/COB+galanite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDaym82wyQI/AAAAAAAAA74/BOt-vZS7GC0/s400/COB+galanite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203542801713776898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..twas a nite to remember mister...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( tried to recall the long word that i wrote ;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8362036219440724299?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8362036219440724299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8362036219440724299&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8362036219440724299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8362036219440724299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/backstage-and-sober-nites.html' title='Backstage and &apos;sober&apos; nites'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDay-82wySI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ywOa5tozfyE/s72-c/COBbackstage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6611559949042422020</id><published>2008-05-22T17:37:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T02:22:57.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We belong together.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It begins in land so radiant and free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The part of the world name came from a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Building spirit, strong as it can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wise ruler has created a key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let the ground set to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Became a legend for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Thou the land of dreams has come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His excellency were proud with the view&lt;br /&gt;Growing and rejoicing people too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A point of quest has bloom like a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For people who wants to share the tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like there is no stop at every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Part of the lyrics i created for the show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Part of the script... of A Case of Belonging - A story of the beginning of a spice route fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Melaka. The evolvement of the economy and the era , spreading to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Johore. Until we gained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; our Independence till present. The play is for the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;orld Congress of IT @ Berjaya Times Square, attended by delegates from all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAu82wyVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-W9mYxcp6aE/s1600-h/cobshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAu82wyVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-W9mYxcp6aE/s400/cobshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558332315519314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Bendahara, what is the name of this tree "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( *wink* to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://artsloveddy.blogspot.com/"&gt;eddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I believe it is call Melaka your highnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Arab, Chinese and Indian traders came to greet the Sultan of Melaka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Portuguese, the Dutch and the Brits came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sultan moves to Johor.&lt;/span&gt; Adopting the Kangchu system.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;" We have gained our Independence!" "MERDEKA!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAcM2wyUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8ss1maMfkv0/s1600-h/wcit+era.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAcM2wyUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8ss1maMfkv0/s400/wcit+era.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203558010192972098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Catwalk on different era...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the present...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Final Dance...&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Distinguish &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preeminent in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Desire&lt;br /&gt;Distinguish &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preeminent in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAOM2wyTI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/e-p3v93bX0w/s1600-h/WCiT2008-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAOM2wyTI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/e-p3v93bX0w/s400/WCiT2008-010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203557769674803506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It ended with a boom and loud applause.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Twas a glorious performance. A great teamwork from the production crews. The dancers and actors were  excellent. An outrageous experience. Thank you Lina for the opportunity... although i felt like strangling you heeeheee...you are superb beb..love ya..muahxxx! Thanks also to my partner in crime ;-) I felt like strangling u too hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;further instruction...if i were to not remain anonymous, it is too late, u have posted the entry...muaahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Still dreaming about the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Slept for 1 1/2 days..after everything is done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER TO DA LAHARIANZ!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDV6Ss2wyDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/KiqOu870tiM/s1600-h/DSC09060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDV6Ss2wyDI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/KiqOu870tiM/s320/DSC09060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203199406193559602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE PICTS &lt;a href="http://dlaharianzproduction.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and more picts to come at the Backstage  and Gala nite session @ New$ktv...&lt;a href="http://dlaharianzproduction.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stay tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6611559949042422020?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6611559949042422020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6611559949042422020&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6611559949042422020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6611559949042422020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-begins-in-land-so-radiant-and-free.html' title='We belong together.....'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SDbAu82wyVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-W9mYxcp6aE/s72-c/cobshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4256414350004429402</id><published>2008-05-16T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:33:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beezee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Been quite busy..juggling with my  my bread and butter work and also the play. The show is next Monday, on the 19th,  wish us luck. My social and professional life nowadays has been eating up my sleepin' time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clipartof.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/emoticons/thumbnail2/124_animated_yawning_cat.gif" alt="Free Smileys &amp;amp; Emoticons at Clipart of.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4256414350004429402?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4256414350004429402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4256414350004429402&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4256414350004429402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4256414350004429402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/beezee.html' title='beezee'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5218060761132654</id><published>2008-05-09T11:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:04:20.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama....</title><content type='html'>Things that 'children' 'do' for their mom.. heheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhcA4Ry65FU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhcA4Ry65FU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaaa..i hope my kids wont do that any more when they are at that age...and if you notice my counter above, i have been a mother for 2766 days..never felt better...duh ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SCPOTsC-c9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/tq6LZGeIHNM/s1600-h/roses.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SCPOTsC-c9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/tq6LZGeIHNM/s400/roses.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198225232552162258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..heres a virtual bouquet of flowers forya &lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/sker4NU/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and girls and boys remember to belanja them makan..aaa heheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and for those whos mom is no longer with you or you havent met for quite a while, hadiah kan Al- Fatihah and pray for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and..cherish this lovely song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5218060761132654?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5218060761132654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5218060761132654&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5218060761132654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5218060761132654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/mummyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Mama....'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SCPOTsC-c9I/AAAAAAAAAtA/tq6LZGeIHNM/s72-c/roses.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-437221726665578002</id><published>2008-05-07T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:00:00.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironing the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SB58gniCUwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/P5-dgIWY14w/s1600-h/ironman-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SB58gniCUwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/P5-dgIWY14w/s400/ironman-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196727919841530626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I have too high expectation on this movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371746/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( without considering the director and producers), after watching The Transformers. I had low expectation on that best-movie-evah, thought it was just normal kinda animations – but it turns out me went crazy over it. So, as for the Iron man – eh who the heck directed this movie…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jap..check…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ooo its Jon Favreau who also has his list of films/series &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0269463/"&gt;here..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hmmm..no wonder… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The first hour of the movie is so dreary. I am so not into this Arab-terrorists-versus-&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; thingy, very ‘propagated’. But there’s a few scenes that u may laugh your head-off and some ‘jerky’ and ‘slimy’ scenes. Storyline was a bit lose, lack of emotions, suspense and drama, in other words it is being convoluted in a predictable way. Well, of course we ‘anticipate’ the hero will win, how he wins does matter. Robert Downey Jr, however. acted really well, so is the otai Jeff Bridges. The cool Terence Howard didn’t get his grip in this movie, Gwyneth Paltrow is like a Barbie doll – this is a very unchallenging role for her. I like the soundtrack though. Yeah okay – what dya expect from a marvel-comic superheroes movie, like the Spiderman, Fantastic Four and Hulk. So far, for me, Batman, Superman and Xmen are the good ones.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Why I watch ironman? Because the promotions on tv has been ‘hocusingpocusing’ my kids and my better half…hehehe ..so I had to follow ;-). Entertaining movie..if you feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nevertheless, my kids enjoyed it - only when the part where Tony Sparks turns into Iron man and the jet planes. They also enjoyed when we taught them to play pool ( the pool tables placed at the foyer near the theater @ MBO ampang – the rm3 per game [but the tables and balls are not that goodlah ;-) ] ). We normally watch movie there, near to our place, very convenient, not so crowded, have good food and most important – free and easy parking…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman! Batman! Batman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-437221726665578002?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/437221726665578002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=437221726665578002&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/437221726665578002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/437221726665578002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/ironing-man.html' title='Ironing the man'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SB58gniCUwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/P5-dgIWY14w/s72-c/ironman-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4935469631291958308</id><published>2008-05-04T08:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:42:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VS treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SB0LPHiCUvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/DOwR7asVbEA/s1600-h/VSH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 338px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SB0LPHiCUvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/DOwR7asVbEA/s400/VSH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196321899403170546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wuz an unplanned dinner treat @ VS Ampang, it has been quite a while since we last came here. Had a pleasant time with family and best friend of mine ( thanks for the time beb ). Forgot twas a Saturday nite, so the place was quite full. However, the ambience and the set up has made the place to maintain calm. Only took piccas of some of the exquisite food that we had, the rest..forgot...too famish ;-), thank goodness the kids behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the significant other went to work. Sent the kids home, went lepak for tehtarik with her for a while near the Maxs ( mamaks - as Dank call it hehe *wink* ) near my place. Came home very sleepy. Woke up at 6 am...thinking so hard about the play..then bloggin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todays mission: I HAVE TO CLEANUP THE MESS IN THIS SOHO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i do like to scream nowadays do i? hmmmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4935469631291958308?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4935469631291958308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4935469631291958308&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4935469631291958308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4935469631291958308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/vs-treat.html' title='VS treat'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SB0LPHiCUvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/DOwR7asVbEA/s72-c/VSH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5095698359822903911</id><published>2008-05-02T06:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:02:04.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of the week</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, spent time with my cousin whom i have not met for quite some time... Had lunch @ $trudels @ GEm@ll....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpLhniCUrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/gR5HAU8qqhU/s1600-h/akarkarya+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpLhniCUrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/gR5HAU8qqhU/s400/akarkarya+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548161044796082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...andddd..this is what i call Lasagna!...tasty tasty..the very right taste for me... as per normal, after eating 3/4 of it then i remembered to take the picca...heheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping for a birthday present for her mom, we went to the New$mktv kar@oke @ Amp@ng P@rk - it has moved from Pl@za Y0wChu@n very recently - nicer, newer, bigger, cleaner... Sing our heart out for 2 hours...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpK7XiCUqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XbJ96EM7PsI/s1600-h/nkmtvh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpK7XiCUqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XbJ96EM7PsI/s320/nkmtvh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195547503914799778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to play pool...she has not touch the cue for many years..so i won all game..mmg tak bagi chan ..eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days, a little busy, with my 'bread and butter' works and accompanying a good friend, and my 'side works'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and so, what is it that i'm quite busy or pretending to be busy with... ( the 'side works' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpJlniCUpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PQqtWRnnHmY/s1600-h/akarmun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpJlniCUpI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PQqtWRnnHmY/s320/akarmun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195546030741017234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..i am involved in a musical theater..show on May 19th, rehearsals! rehearsals!...details..later bebs.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah..Happy belated labour day..experienced being a worker for only a few months thruout my lifetime..after that me do business and me do homemaking..so me dont celebrate.. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5095698359822903911?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5095698359822903911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5095698359822903911&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5095698359822903911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5095698359822903911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/05/rhythm-of-week.html' title='Rhythm of the week'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBpLhniCUrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/gR5HAU8qqhU/s72-c/akarkarya+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3256906133070351448</id><published>2008-04-28T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:04:35.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fading like a flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takder apa..saja je nak jerit ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3256906133070351448?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3256906133070351448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3256906133070351448&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3256906133070351448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3256906133070351448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/fading-like-flower.html' title='fading like a flower'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1631438933921360896</id><published>2008-04-26T02:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:44:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willy ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The ‘mundane’ lady is quite tight up with her ‘social’ and ‘profesional’ life last few days ;-). Apologies. Will be a bit busier or buat buat busy till a bit after mid next month, entries to Mundane would be a bit slower….&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;********&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hah… only last weekend I FINALLY managed to get to The William place that has been highly promoted by many bloggers esp Lily ;-). So, I was very very determine to get there. Me and my significant other decided to dine there on a Saturday nite ( yeah..the nite where everyone wants to go dine therelah &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; ). Locating the place is not a problem, as he has been there few times without me…hmmm *wink*..and when we reached the place, I was like “Heyyy..Ive been here before…” something like 8 years ago when I was staying in PJ, and that place was where we bought the leg@lpir@tedcds, and the stalls there was not so ‘happening’ as it is now. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So..that nite..crowded..no place to sit….waited 10 minutes. I looked around. The workers are all so busy running here and there. Customers, although crowded, are all happy and relax. One thing about this place. ( not trying to ‘downgrade’ – it’s a matter of my humble opinion), maybe I came on a wrong day, but the place is so messy, obvious boxes are stacked, makes the place more crampy. Tables position is not systematic. Cooking places are not  properly arranged. For a place that is charging above the normal stall price ( although serving in large quantity ), I personally think they should do something about it to make it more comfortable, it don’t have to be pretty or elegant, just make it nice. And also, it is not hygienic enuf for me.. vain eh&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hehehee&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Okay now, lets checkout the food, we ordered the ‘jug’ of ribena lychee and fresh mango juice..these are excellente!. Then we first had the mashed potato – nice, meatball spagget Bolognese - the meatball is superb, has creamy or cheesy stuffed inside it, the spaghetti are just so so. The Meat Lasagna – hmmm… looks nice, quite an amount of cheese..but the taste..for me..it is just not there. And that’s it, that’s all we had..very filling-meaty food  made me cringed… I cant have anything else anymore …&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBIim3iCUdI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hLA0ZIQwSQ8/s1600-h/william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBIim3iCUdI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hLA0ZIQwSQ8/s400/william.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193251371448685010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Despite the fact that I am complaining about the ‘arrangement’ of the place, I will definitely go back there again and taste the rice with crab thingy, maybe not on a weekend. So far that nite, Williams are not so fantabulous ..lets just see on our  second round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;eeeek...now iam promoting the place hehe..the exact location from lilys blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://lensa-lily.blogspot.com/2008/03/kami-ke-william-lagi.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1631438933921360896?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1631438933921360896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1631438933921360896&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1631438933921360896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1631438933921360896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/willy.html' title='Willy ;-)'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SBIim3iCUdI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hLA0ZIQwSQ8/s72-c/william.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6610325107761441714</id><published>2008-04-19T17:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:07:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAnBy_9GB5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/srJ3KYGqxXY/s1600-h/aircon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAnBy_9GB5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/srJ3KYGqxXY/s200/aircon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190893127426508690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago, the air condition of my car totally failed to ‘deliver’ the cool air while I was driving… I pressed the button many many times..it didn’t works. Shucks!..Called my better half and started to blabber blabber, “ I asked u to check tht day..bla bla bla..” “ I checked laa…twas doin fine..bla bla bla”, “ Then why it is like this.. blab blab..”, “ are u gonna scold me now while I am doing this…@#$%^” “ Yeah of course..m terribly warm and when I am warm I am very angry !@#$%” ( a normal kinda conversation )    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then after we met, he said it might be the fan motor or something and can cost up to nearly rm300. I was like oh dhang!...mid month ni…ok nemindlah waitlah a while. And then he said, “its okay I’ll get it fix day after tomorrow ya..just be patience, I’ll try to go off from the office early”. Ya okay .. sheesh&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yesterday, I had to do a lot of driving around….and its hot hot hot…and if its raining also hot!...Stucked in a stupid jam some more..Friday-raining-accident-everybody go off from work-kinda-jam.Yeah! can imagine aaa… &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Called up my better half, “Where are you?” “Still here ( at the office)” “ What!..yre suppose to be on the road now..jam..raining..what time yre gonna reach here..the workshop will close..bla bla bla”, “ Can u please be patience..theres things that are not under my control @#$%^” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I slowly drove around ( waiting for him ), picked up my kids, bought dunkin donuts..yummy..cool me down a bit.. and its getting dark.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Where are you?” “ Still stuck in the jam in Jalan TARazak”, “Oh God”, “Theres this woman lying on the road, dead..accident..car..bike..crash..bla bla” “ Adoiii..its getting dark…I go to the workshop first lah..i’ll wait for you there”, “ Ok good idea..wait for me to nego the price”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Off me go to the workshop which is about to close.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mechanic played along with the switch first…opened up the engine. Nothing wrong with the motor, only the switch. I asked, “ Kenapa dia rosak aaa..”,“ Lu dengar ini…” he shaked it, the switch has ticking ticking sound, something lose inside it… “OOOO…Okay..berapa?” “&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;lima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; puluh lapan”, “Haiya bro switch kecik 58 ka” “ Original maaa..oklah..55”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Me was very happy *grinnnnnn”…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Called my better half again, he immediately asked, “So how much?”, “55”, “Huh?..What?”, “It’s the switch”, “ OOO..wait for me to come and pay, m near already” “Paid”, “O okay, we go for dinner after this” “ Okay..heheeee..” happyyy…that means he has a little extra, kaching!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAm_lf9GB3I/AAAAAAAAApk/csjUcr_3ebE/s1600-h/tyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAm_lf9GB3I/AAAAAAAAApk/csjUcr_3ebE/s320/tyre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190890696475019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Whoaaa… I felt like a hero, I can ‘manage’ the car by myself…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After dinner, “ Yang, can u fill up the air-tyre &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;..” *grinnnn*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Change tyre?..what is that??..touch wood..hey..i was taught to drift not fix cars hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;okay ...okay..one fine day i will find the courage to learn ..ahaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6610325107761441714?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6610325107761441714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6610325107761441714&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6610325107761441714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6610325107761441714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/car-101.html' title='Car 101'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAnBy_9GB5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/srJ3KYGqxXY/s72-c/aircon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2853441929955419555</id><published>2008-04-17T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:53:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else matters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Sayangkan isteri tinggal tinggalkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sayangkan anak tangan tangankan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for me..that is not relevant anymore..&lt;br /&gt;One: it could be the husband or it could be the wife busy working&lt;br /&gt;Two: Theres too many 'disturbance' out there when husband/wife is too busy working, which defeat the real purpose of that statement&lt;br /&gt;Three: Parents nowadays hafta use psychology to teach their children, canning would be the last resort&lt;br /&gt;Four: When theres lack of intimacy, the marriage wont work, unless they continue living in denial..till death do they apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dhang! i am awfullly busy today, came back spring cleaned the house, tired and after that my mind is awfully disturb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2853441929955419555?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2853441929955419555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2853441929955419555&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2853441929955419555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2853441929955419555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-else-matters.html' title='Nothing else matters...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7312804733124941434</id><published>2008-04-16T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:31:34.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A spiritual improvement..</title><content type='html'>Compared to the last time i did this quiz on January 26th, 2008, i am 12% happier now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 68% Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very happy person. Generally, you feel content and that all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you have a down day - but you have the ability to pick yourself right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try this again in 3 months time...Goody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7312804733124941434?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7312804733124941434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7312804733124941434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7312804733124941434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7312804733124941434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/spiritual-improvement.html' title='A spiritual improvement..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-910463033769845258</id><published>2008-04-15T00:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:12:36.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For whatever reasons..thou shalt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAOMOww4UnI/AAAAAAAAApU/LGeGzNKzkgo/s1600-h/bracker_thou_shalt_not_steal24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAOMOww4UnI/AAAAAAAAApU/LGeGzNKzkgo/s400/bracker_thou_shalt_not_steal24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189145380896920178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday April &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 153, 204); color: rgb(0, 153, 204);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;4, 2008 The Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;h1 id="story_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thou shalt not steal -- even for thy kid’s birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By CECIL FUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" id="story_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Being short on money, a desperate father did the only thing he could think of to give his child a birthday present – steal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, the 44-year-old man, a member of a film crew, was not lucky enough to get away with the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" id="story_content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Security guards caught him when he exited a popular departmental store here without paying for the children’s clothing, which were worth RM133.70. On Monday, Amarjit Singh Jasmail Singh pleaded guilty to committing the shoplifting offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He admitted that he stole the items from the Jusco outlet in MidValley Megamall around 4pm on March 6. In mitigation, counsel Wan Ahmad Wan Omar asked for a reduced sentence saying his client did not have a lot of income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“He committed the offence because he wanted to get a gift for his child’s birthday,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate Maimoonah Aid sentenced Amarjit Singh to a day’s jail and fined him RM800.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fine was paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This reminds me of a little incident happened to me about two years ago. I was at the Gi@nt Superm@rket. After paying, I slowly walked passed the five feet tall detector thingy and suddenly the alarm triggered. A woman with her 2 year old kid also walked out during the same time as mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Immediately the security lady stopped me and inspected me. While the women, dengan selambernyer, squated down just a few inches beside me ( I was standing with my hands spread out ) pretending to put on her baby shoes. At first, I was angry and puzzled. Then, I looked at the woman, in fact a few people around there was looking at the woman, even the security, I think, was aware of her. The shoes that was being put on is new. I looked at my other half. He gave me the just-stay-relax look and glanced at the woman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And I thought, okayyyy..i am the scapegoat here, treated like a criminal and should I feel sorry for her?. I could have demand for explanations and make a request to checkout the cctv of what had actually happened. But, looking at the little kid, I decided to keep quiet and let them inspected me for just a merely 2 minutes. By the time we finished, the woman ..kapish..gone.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But then again, she looked like she is  an expert,  already 'teaching' the kid vices 101, that if, the kid is hers. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And as per the story above. I don’t know..mix feelings..felt sorry for the daddy, assuming his kid wanted the stuff so much that he can ill afford it and his intention was to make the kid happy. And usually..usually if you’re not a professional thief, you will surely get caught. Obviously, he is stupid (maybe out of preassure). But whatever the reasons are, stealing is not a choice, don’t even start. Hopefully, he learnt his lesson and hopefully he didn’t get into trouble out of that rm800 that was being paid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; As for robin hood…err..i like him hehe ( from the movie lah )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-910463033769845258?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/910463033769845258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=910463033769845258&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/910463033769845258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/910463033769845258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-wahtever-reasonsthou-shalt.html' title='For whatever reasons..thou shalt'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SAOMOww4UnI/AAAAAAAAApU/LGeGzNKzkgo/s72-c/bracker_thou_shalt_not_steal24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-653798230502699362</id><published>2008-04-12T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:36:04.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SABKK3Eh1YI/AAAAAAAAApM/4x5iaFNF8uU/s1600-h/graf+edit3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SABKK3Eh1YI/AAAAAAAAApM/4x5iaFNF8uU/s400/graf+edit3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188228321172903298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-653798230502699362?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/653798230502699362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=653798230502699362&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/653798230502699362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/653798230502699362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/skin-deep.html' title='Skin deep'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/SABKK3Eh1YI/AAAAAAAAApM/4x5iaFNF8uU/s72-c/graf+edit3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3198960624511788390</id><published>2008-04-12T01:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:18:52.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee..anyone?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m back from nowhere…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Just a lil bit busy ‘discussing’ with my soul..and some this and thats ;-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_-ji3Eh1UI/AAAAAAAAAos/aarWzbwLp4Y/s1600-h/tlwon+march+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_-ji3Eh1UI/AAAAAAAAAos/aarWzbwLp4Y/s320/tlwon+march+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188045115047925058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have nothing much to tell actually. Had a good time playing pool with my other half and lepak at a kedai mamak earlier this week. Nowadays, (it has been a long time), we rarely shoot-the-ball together although both of us loves the game. Time and responsibilities doesn’t permit us to. So, when he suggested he wanted to get chillin’, I said, why don’t we wait for the kids to sleep, then we go out for a while. And so, we went, had a good time. Just like the good ol days. We used to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_-j2HEh1VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DrI9sG0KiRU/s1600-h/tlwon+march+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_-j2HEh1VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/DrI9sG0KiRU/s200/tlwon+march+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188045445760406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; play pool, like 3 to 4 times a week. Then after we had our first baby, the activity stopped. But we do give each other space to enjoy ourselves goin’ out with others, instead of being together. Perhaps it’s a start now for us to ‘reactivate,’ since the kids now are easier to manage. Soon, we plan to go fishing again… probably a good thing for me in order to deviate certain issues that has been ‘boggling’ my soul ;-)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;SPACEJAM! ( whatever that means :-) )&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..sometimes the more you wanna run away from things, the more it comes to you..but what the heck..that is what we call ‘adventure’ hehe..live life to the fullest bebeh….just stay smart and equip yourself with enough shields and weapons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;AT LAST! He finally sort of admit it..about time Mr PM..just one more step closer..*wink* maybe you should discuss with D.S. Anwar Ibrahim rather than Tun M ( since you dont want to listen to him), Anwar is back for good and stronger, according to &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/12/nation/20080412082908&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so let us all get ready for what is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#######    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh boy..i had too much coffee today..now I am very sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3198960624511788390?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3198960624511788390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3198960624511788390&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3198960624511788390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3198960624511788390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/coffeeanyone.html' title='Coffee..anyone?'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_-ji3Eh1UI/AAAAAAAAAos/aarWzbwLp4Y/s72-c/tlwon+march+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1324691382571614073</id><published>2008-04-07T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T04:21:32.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New status message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_kwVNTTScI/AAAAAAAAAok/j1o6SahzIDg/s1600-h/hibernate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_kwVNTTScI/AAAAAAAAAok/j1o6SahzIDg/s400/hibernate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186229586799839682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1324691382571614073?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1324691382571614073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1324691382571614073&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1324691382571614073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1324691382571614073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-status-message.html' title='New status message'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_kwVNTTScI/AAAAAAAAAok/j1o6SahzIDg/s72-c/hibernate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2553764072580671461</id><published>2008-04-05T12:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:25:26.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Riddling' with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_cFwdTTSbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ksWN2tis8zA/s1600-h/Bagan+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_cFwdTTSbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ksWN2tis8zA/s320/Bagan+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185619825997859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day, my mother gave a riddle to my kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opah: Dalam banyak banyak bunga bunga apa yang bila disiram dia mati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska: Ish..mana ada bunga cam tu?....errr..bunga plastik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opah: No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the answer is bunga api. I didnt know the answer as well hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Amar said: bunga pelik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went numb for a while and after that laugh our head off hehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska loves riddles. She would just create any 'riddles' that she wants..and her answers was somehow...urmmm makes sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she is in the mood to ask 'questions'. and before she does, she will look around her first, than she asked my cousin;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska: Aunty, jom main teka teki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska: Apa dia yang colour oren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: buah oren?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty:  Air oren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the aunty gave all sorts of answers lah.. but all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: ok i give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska: beg plastik oren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty got extremely speechless ....saw the plastic bag nearby and then laugh heheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had a swell time with Dank . Cheers dear! *wink* just a two lines posting about it here hehe..lurve the 'intelligent' conversation..heheee..May the Force be with you for the exam ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2553764072580671461?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2553764072580671461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2553764072580671461&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2553764072580671461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2553764072580671461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/riddling-with-kids.html' title='&apos;Riddling&apos; with kids'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_cFwdTTSbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ksWN2tis8zA/s72-c/Bagan+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1757550398936174054</id><published>2008-04-02T15:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:01:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellish!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was being a fool on the first day of April..  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothin to do with the April fool thingy..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://boneyta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smurfet&lt;/a&gt; …yre gonna laugh the loudest of what has happened to me yesterday hehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was kinda busy driving around yesterday with a very odd tummy ache and was very very sleepy ( someone gonna grinnnnn at me – ok ok..serves me right, stubborn stubborn, sorryyyy ) . So my last stop was buying groceries at Giant before I pick up Ayska from school. During shopping, I am sooo wanted to pee, but I cannot, as I was with my two little kids, and I won’t leave them with the trolley outside the toilet. So after putting the stuff in the car, I cannot stand anymore. I drove very fast towards the nearest petrol station which is already on the way to the school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parked the car right outside the toilet. Brought with me my handphone and the car keys. Locked&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M2ytTTSXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HZY6CKwb-TA/s1600-h/tb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M2ytTTSXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HZY6CKwb-TA/s320/tb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184547840815483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the kids in…twas just for a while okayyy. Peed. Huuuu legaaa….Flushed….anddddddd the car keys that I was holding on ( I dono whyyyyyyyyyyy I didn’t put it in my pocket ) slipped off my hand and zasssssss right into the toilet bowl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SHIT! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FOOL! ( I screamed )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M3DtTTSYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JEgLNgkXC8w/s1600-h/tb2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M3DtTTSYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JEgLNgkXC8w/s320/tb2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184548132873259394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I actuallyyyy put my hands into the PUBLIC TOILET!…with my hair and FACE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;touching the floor of the PUBLIC TOILET!. The toilet is the type which theres no water in it, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a long deep hole down below..no base…so DAMN!!!!..it is now swimming happily into the sea. I went out, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;panicked..discovered some ewwwwww stuff at my hands and my&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M3PdTTSZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/OxSdNKNj9hQ/s1600-h/t+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M3PdTTSZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/OxSdNKNj9hQ/s320/t+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184548334736722322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clothes…yucks yuckie yucks..Damn!!!!!.FILTHY!.Asked the kids to open the door..and of course the alarm started to scream. Called up my other half and my cousin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just knew there was an alarm switch ( yeah yeah I am the type who knows nuts about cars ) after I asked someone to help me screw off the wire at the battery ( suggested by my other half ) but it makes sense also, as the switch will only be applicable after I put in the ignition key. Call up my mom for help, and I hafta explain the incidents until she understand before asking my dad to come to the rescue while i cleaned up the 'dirt'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we went back to my place, throw the filthy clothes..get the spare keys , Picked Ayska ( Of course with clothes on lah , in case yre wondering hehehee ). Went back to the car. My dad tried to screwed back the wire of the battery but the engine wont start. Ok…yeah…NOW WHAT..! Shucks!..and the spare key in the battery is out(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh edit edit..the battery in the spare key..tgk type pun dah terbalik just realized after reading this all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)..so get the battery changed first ( rm6)…still the engine wont start. Get a mechanic, whom is nearby…fixed it in a sec, twas because some wires are not properly screwed ( rm10 )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Done!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Total damage RM16&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Need to duplicate my car keys ..which I have not done yet..maybe I should duplicate three or four hehheh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Came home exhausted!..Hafta manage the kids and the house. Bathe for almost 45 mins. And after that, I felt cold. Oh dhang! now I’m having FLU!..i cant barely move anymore.. Prepare only instant noodles for the kids&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for dinner. Then I wrapped myself with a thick blanket, striving to watch the tv..but I dozed off. Missed the Desperate Housewives show.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woke up at arnd 1 am..cari maggi…hungryyyyy. How I wish someone could prepare me some nice food…mmmmm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slept back arnd 2.30am,  till 11 am today…feelin a bit dizzy, body ache..still imagining stuff that was 'crawling' on my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Duh!..what a day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laugh at me! laugh at me! ;-) and no!..i didn’t take any piccas, just imagine thru the illustration hehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M3b9TTSaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/cFanZ56Xcko/s1600-h/t+hands+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M3b9TTSaI/AAAAAAAAAoU/cFanZ56Xcko/s320/t+hands+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184548549485087138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smurfet..we are even now heheee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1757550398936174054?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1757550398936174054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1757550398936174054&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1757550398936174054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1757550398936174054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/04/hellish.html' title='Hellish!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R_M2ytTTSXI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HZY6CKwb-TA/s72-c/tb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4131205547602035571</id><published>2008-03-30T09:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:03:20.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will never stop</title><content type='html'>Very heart renching. The film FITNA ( i dont want to link it, you can find it all cooked up in You Yube ) is so so very disturbing. I watched it in the wee hours of the morning today, and my heart beats fast, feeling very annoyed. This so call film of only 15 minutes, is very unnecessary. Its a 'voice' of hatred towards muslim by condenming the holy Quran, which for the fact that they manipulate and twisted the meaning of the ayats ( they chose), and make people ( who obviously know nil about the meaning, including the muslims ) believe it as they blend it with the image of the tragic events happened in the west, the 911, bombing et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, even i, think..it makes sense  ( on why they did this )...still.. we dont know who really took over the planes of the 911. But the series of bombing and kidnap-n-kill could be..COULD ..be from the muslims, but then again it could be not. Fathom. ..due to this 'attack'... Because the muslims are not yet united. Because the muslims are the wealthiest. Because the muslims are also the poorest. Put two and two together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of this film and all other individuals/groups of their kind, will never stop. Their intention is very evil ( obviously its from the devil ). They do not 'see' and blinding the west  people ( ignorance and power-sucking ones ) on how people in Palestines, Iraqs, Afghanistans and some other few countries suffer. They know or assume muslims all over the world will get angry about this...and are they afraid?...nooooo...why?...because they think muslims are incapable to do much about it pun ( literally, morally, intelligently ). Aint we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All religions call for peace and harmony. We must respect all religions. Not just them. even some some so call muslims dont. ..and this is why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i support &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/3/30/nation/20795422&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4131205547602035571?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4131205547602035571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4131205547602035571&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4131205547602035571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4131205547602035571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-will-never-stop.html' title='It will never stop'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3386113648108715217</id><published>2008-03-28T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:42:53.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-zZstTTSWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n5xPifphgjo/s1600-h/drmahathirmohamad3pz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-zZstTTSWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n5xPifphgjo/s320/drmahathirmohamad3pz8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182756633294621026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tun Dr M...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres just nobody else...anymore... Well actually there are lah a few candidates, but surely not the first and second one at present. I have a feeling there is gonna be major changes both positive and negative, in the case of who rules who, in this country.  And we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really excited reading &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/3/28/nation/20080328122936&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; written by Tun Dr M from  the Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3386113648108715217?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3386113648108715217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3386113648108715217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3386113648108715217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3386113648108715217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-zZstTTSWI/AAAAAAAAAn0/n5xPifphgjo/s72-c/drmahathirmohamad3pz8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3054735728601627675</id><published>2008-03-27T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:04:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast Saturday,  Enterpremmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-tY3dTTSVI/AAAAAAAAAns/KlGVnDxj134/s1600-h/dbblog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-tY3dTTSVI/AAAAAAAAAns/KlGVnDxj134/s400/dbblog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182333506001520978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very eventful and very the keras-perots-gelaks Deebers Second Annivessary at Vistana KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adibahnoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adibah Noor&lt;/a&gt; as charming as evah. The Fans are so sempoi. The theme is 'Chillin'' at the beach. I was 'asked' to wear a flowery beach hat while karaoke'ing, others also hafta wear something oddly fashionable when singing..thank goodness mine was just a hat, although twas slipping down most of the time and 'crack' my wonderful voice....hahahahaaa..lame! vain! lame! vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dib!  you  RAWKK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..saw myself on tv last tuesday nite in 8tv quickie ( of the annivessary )..kewl! heheh&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my fourth time on tv hehe:&lt;br /&gt;First time arnd 8 years ago: i was interviewed infront of Pertama complex asking opinions about The Jerebu..ahahaha..me comment on jerebu kah kah kah..anyways didnt get to c that..my fren called and screamed at me though, the next day after it was shown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time arnd those years also lah: Was having dinner at uptown damansara, tv3 were i think sort of covering about the food there or something. Someone saw us on tv too, also didnt get to catch it..duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time about 4 years ago: My father saw me running after my kids in IJN, it was in the tv3 news, i think it was about somebody ..a VIP ..was ill there..didnt get to catch it either hehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..how glamourous is that...ahaksss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being me..likes to hide behind the 'curtain'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3054735728601627675?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3054735728601627675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3054735728601627675&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3054735728601627675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3054735728601627675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/blast-saturday-enterpremmm.html' title='Blast Saturday,  Enterpremmm'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-tY3dTTSVI/AAAAAAAAAns/KlGVnDxj134/s72-c/dbblog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2952100173926930398</id><published>2008-03-26T01:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:33:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Analyzation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spoke to a friend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-lJedTTSTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Bk21ArY4-g0/s1600-h/wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-lJedTTSTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Bk21ArY4-g0/s320/wonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181753633876953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This friend made me think, of such act, choice of words and the way I convey things.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I then, think deeply, of what I have become now.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ok.. so, I rolled my mind back to my teenage years. I’m known as a cool person ( I think ), and not so outspoken, maintain calmness ( although frustrated ) while keeping my principles, tried my very best not to hurt anyone, keep problems to myself, takes things as it comes. These are the traits I inherit from my father.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And during those years, my parents were in the apprehensive latitude. Quarreling over certain things that I think could be easily solved. And still, I maintain calm, though I am the only kid, I have no one to actually talk to. What I did was, I always stationed myself at some friends house nearby and they will knew exactly why I was there. But I did not elaborate nor discussed about it with my friends ( Friends are so precious to me now and forever ). Only once, I think, I point out their ( folks ) ‘behavior’ in front of me. The house is big, but was always dark and gloomy. So, when I felt they have ‘settled’ everything, then I go back home.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then, when I started college, things got better. College years were the best, 5 years of *adventure* Learn to live without the parents, make my own decisions. Still maintaining my calmness, cheerfulness and outgoing’ness..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Until…one day… I learn about trust. I used to trust everyone. Due to some incidents, now I don’t…not 100%. It could be of anyone, anything and anywhere. When I start not to trust a person, I became agitated. Suddenly, I have anxieties attacking my soul. I scrutinized every single action.( these are the traits I see from my mom ( last time )– sorry momma didn’t mean to undermine you , I’m still your baby ;-P)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I become dumb if I am not in control and let myself pulled down to the level I myself don’t know I am capable of ‘exploiting’. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So here I am, questioning every single issues, doubting every single matter, concerning me, out loud or otherwise, until i get satisfying answers. As a result of that, indirectly, I may hurt or debilitate or overseeing people’s rights..including mua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So there… got this out of my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Can I change that? Or Should I change that? or Do I want to change that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the sake of what/who?When i am in the look and see mode, people takes things for granted, and that makes me lose my patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;thanks..friend..r u willing to change too?..ops..sorry yre already happy ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2952100173926930398?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2952100173926930398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2952100173926930398&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2952100173926930398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2952100173926930398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/self-analyzation.html' title='Self Analyzation'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R-lJedTTSTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Bk21ArY4-g0/s72-c/wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1743243804706250037</id><published>2008-03-22T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:51:02.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... precious life,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I called up a dear friend, it has been a while since the last time I called her. I will definitely straight away call or text her as and when she‘appears’ in my mind..guilty feelings would struck me if I don’t.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So the night before yesterday I texted her and asked her how is she doin;..as twas quite late I dared not disturb her. Till the next morning she didn’t reply. I felt uneasy. At 8 am I called, she didn’t answer. I called her again at 2pm, her daughter answered the phone..thank goodness. She said she’s okay, just got out from the hospital after being warded for two weeks. She’s a bit weak yesterday as she took the prescribed medicine later than she is supposed to. She said she wanted to call me back..but she got up late as she was chitchatting with her husband until 4 am and it’s a routine for her and hubby to do so and I said how nice..i wish I could do the same. She said its okay, just take it as it comes. She misses our friends, she kept askin how is everybody doin’ and sent her regards.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Her life now revolves around the canteen at a Uni that her family runs and her house. During the day, she has to stay in a room behind the canteen, as no one will take care of her at home. I’ve been to the place, it is not so comfortable, just nice for a place for her to lie down and her kids to lepak. Yesterday she told me shes very bored. Having to gave up her job as a lecturer and an active person and her husband has to quit his job too, to manage the family, are very devastating. She tried to drive her kids to school recently and she did ( she just wanted to do something ) and when she got home she almost fainted. Her lack of antibody in her, forbid her to move around too much...but still she asked me to bring her out somewhere during Uni break next month. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think I wrote a little about her in my previous entry during my ex-schoolmate gathering. At school, I was barely close to her. According to some friends who is close to her, she was a bit mysterious, always likes to hide certain things, about her family and where she stays, and was always complaining about having massive headaches. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;About 1 year plus ago, I was looking for all our ex-schoolmates to rekindle. I got her number. I called. She said she will call back, she didn’t. About 4-5 months after that I called her again. She sounded a bit weak and I asked her about her well being. She then told me a very shocking news, i trembled, my hearts beats so fast. She was diagnosed having leukaemia close to final stage and she was pregnant 4 months. As per normal during pregnancy, hafta go thru the blood test, and that’s how she knew about it. When doc told her the news, she drove home like a mad woman, feeling so depressed. Doc advised her to let go of the baby, it’s a 50-50 chance for her life and the baby. After doing a lot of thinking, she decided to take the risk, and she has to go thru mild chemo treatment so that it won’t effect the baby so much.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;During her pregnancy, we invited her to join us to the gathering, she was excited. We collected some contribution for her, upon receiving it, to say thanks, she cried, I can’t stop my tears, I know I shouldn’t. and since then I became close to her. She told me although that she cant barely move for about a few days after the gathering, she was still very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Miracles do happen, she successfully delivered her baby boy on 07/07/07 and she called me first to inform. Twas a premature caesarian delivery, and the baby n mom is fine. I was happy, visited her at the maternity ward and she looks so much better than before, the baby that she delivered has released a bit of her pain..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;About three months ago, she called me crying, sayin that she’s bedridden due to the chemo pills effect. That was the time I visited her at the room behind the canteen. I didn’t even dare to touch her, twas too painful for her. The baby was so quiet and constantly smiling, the lil bundle of joy knows that the mom is sick, Amazing. A couple of weeks after that she was feeling so much better,  as she has reduced the consumption of the chemo pills. I was relief. The pills are not cheap, rm100 per pill, but good thing is,.there are an assoc that donated it to leukaemia patients, so its free. I looked at the stack of pills placed in her med box, I think it was about 150 of it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I tried my best to be cheerful everytime I call her. Although, deep inside I am sad. But I know shes a strong person and she constantly reminds me to take care of my health. Moral supports from her family esp from her husband and her 10,8 and 1 year old kids, helps a lot.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My thoughts are always with u Suzy….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1743243804706250037?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1743243804706250037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1743243804706250037&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1743243804706250037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1743243804706250037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-precious-life.html' title='Life... precious life,,,'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6825159981377932494</id><published>2008-03-21T09:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:39:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A Definition of Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:English111 Vivace BT;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling   safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but   pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that   a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping   and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr..when is the friendship day again..teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;wednesday nite..went to play pool, left the kids with parents, came back to parent's place..swallow some chocolates...sleep...morning breakfast...sleep...served kids lunch..sleep..had my own late lunch..sleep...then dinner...'watched' tv while my eyes close...pack bags..go home... browsing, repair my template ( which is mind boggling - but i still consider it a success hehe)...still sleepy..sleep&lt;br /&gt;huuuuuuu..heaven..syukran&lt;br /&gt;7am..today..blinking...&lt;br /&gt;..post this entry..while still thinking of certain issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness an entry frm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://narcaholic.com/blog/"&gt;Mr John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has really really made my day..pecah perot gelaks ahaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6825159981377932494?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6825159981377932494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6825159981377932494&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6825159981377932494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6825159981377932494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/defining-time.html' title='Defining time'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-510796051271106916</id><published>2008-03-18T08:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:23:00.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This entry is for age 18 and above</title><content type='html'>Tired of reading about whos the next 'Big minister", about what dasar should there be, what mr Samy and mr Lah say next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this in the morning is so very refreshing..hahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clicksmilies.com/s1106/lachen/laughing-smiley-018.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tertelan gigi palsu kekasih syok    bercium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GEMAS: Seorang remaja lelaki berusia 19 tahun terpaksa mendapatkan rawatan di sebuah hospital swasta di Melaka akibat tertelan gigi palsu teman wanitanya ketika sedang asyik bercumbuan, Rabu lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R98SoFrgAqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WXfqnrnqg2E/s1600-h/600px-Kissing_Prairie_dog_edit_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R98SoFrgAqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WXfqnrnqg2E/s320/600px-Kissing_Prairie_dog_edit_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178878576428057250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Menyedari gigi palsunya tercabut, wanita berusia 17 tahun itu panik dan mencari-cari di sekeliling tetapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; tidak berjumpa sebelum mangsa memberitahu dia tertelan gigi palsu berkenaan," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Doktor yang menjalankan pemeriksaan mengesahkan ada gigi palsu dalam perut mangsa selepas pemeriksaan x-ray sebelum memberi sejenis cecair bagi mengeluarkan gigi berkenaan melalui duburnya," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber itu berkata, selepas lima jam memakan cecair yang diberikan doktor, gigi palsu itu berjaya dikeluarkan sebelum mangsa dibenarkan pulang ke rumah Jumaat lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can read the details here  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/Current_News/BH/Tuesday/Nasional/20080318000332/Article/index_html"&gt;Berita Harian Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... girls and boys.. dont wear your dentures if u plan to kiss someone, u might kill him/her hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R98nUFrgArI/AAAAAAAAAmc/5u18qHNVeJU/s1600-h/puasapic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 88px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R98nUFrgArI/AAAAAAAAAmc/5u18qHNVeJU/s200/puasapic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178901322574856882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a swell time with a very good friend of mine yesterday, a person that i can talk to just about everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; although shes busy most of the time, and when shes free ( which is rare ;-)) we will definitely meet up and gossips. Thanks Aimie..luv ya and love your new place too..mmmwahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-510796051271106916?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/510796051271106916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=510796051271106916&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/510796051271106916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/510796051271106916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-entry-is-for-age-18-and-above.html' title='This entry is for age 18 and above'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R98SoFrgAqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/WXfqnrnqg2E/s72-c/600px-Kissing_Prairie_dog_edit_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6537231678202245206</id><published>2008-03-16T12:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:49:18.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been still bread jumbled</title><content type='html'>Been busy for the last couple of days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking whats in store for me for the next few days/weeks/months or maybe the rest of my life. Been thinking too much. Been havin fun like theres no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so agitated, stresful but still smiling. Been smiling but very hard me to let go of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening  to someone telling me to just have fun..dont think too much. But what the @#$% , the risks that m taking is far beyond my principle. Sorry 'someone' .. on bended knees..stiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, life must go on. Still, people whom i think love me, need me... and i am still tired. Still, my negative thoughts are eating me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need a break... I NEED A BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies n gentlemen..please ignore..m thinking out loud.. life is too short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my cousin's place.  Then her boyfriend with a very innocent face asked me, " Kak G ( they call me kak G) dya wanna have some bread?," I said, : No thanks..not hungry," then my cuz looked at him " Did i bought bread?" Then he said," Yeah..i saw you bought it, its in the plastic bag in the room".. We were quite blur that time , so we kinda ignored the whole bread thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about half an hour after that... we were watching tv..the boyfriend came out from the room grinning and looked at my cousin," Yang..  ingatkan tadi roti u beli..rupa- rupanya roti pompuan..*grinning* "&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing my head off and he continued " padanlah nampak macam kecik je roti tuh hehe" Roti brand sofy! hahaaaa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R90JHVrgApI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zOEDkqZ8CvY/s1600-h/glad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 90px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R90JHVrgApI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zOEDkqZ8CvY/s200/glad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178305168229270162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6537231678202245206?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6537231678202245206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6537231678202245206&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6537231678202245206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6537231678202245206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-still-bread-jumbling.html' title='been still bread jumbled'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R90JHVrgApI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zOEDkqZ8CvY/s72-c/glad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6947471252211382583</id><published>2008-03-12T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:18:05.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero'in</title><content type='html'>..still cutting pasting..original write up..hmm..mayb errr..next week..next month..donolah..anxiety attack still striking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMEN'S ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Yes = No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. No = Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Maybe = No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. We need = I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. I am sorry = you'll be sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6. We need to talk = you're in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Sure, go ahead = you better not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Do what you want = you will pay for this later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9. I am not upset = of course I am upset, you moron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10. You're very attentive tonight = is sex all you ever think about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEN'S ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. I am hungry = I am hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. I am tired = I am tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. I love you = let's have sex now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11. Those shoes don't go with that outfit = I'm gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A recent scientific study found that women find different male faces attractive depending on where they are in their menstrual cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For example, when a woman is ovulating she will prefer a man with rugged, masculine features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However when she is menstruating, she prefers a man doused in petrol and set on fire, with scissors stuck in his eye and a cricket stump shoved up his backside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..no offence bebeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6947471252211382583?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6947471252211382583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6947471252211382583&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6947471252211382583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6947471252211382583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/heroin.html' title='Hero&apos;in'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-653162157457818515</id><published>2008-03-11T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:32:54.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9YY91rgAlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i403YIIOna8/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9YY91rgAlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i403YIIOna8/s400/kids3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176352272369582674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..OOOO...wat a wonderrfool werrrlldd&lt;br /&gt;..how i wish ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9YZEVrgAmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/a6Fl796ZtFA/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9YZEVrgAmI/AAAAAAAAAl8/a6Fl796ZtFA/s200/peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176352384038732386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-653162157457818515?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/653162157457818515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=653162157457818515&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/653162157457818515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/653162157457818515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/advert.html' title='Advert'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9YY91rgAlI/AAAAAAAAAl0/i403YIIOna8/s72-c/kids3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1233738624035769774</id><published>2008-03-10T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:11:15.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags..tagger..taggers</title><content type='html'>Tagged by the beautiful &lt;a href="http://femalescorpio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;List out five favourite links - the links can be of business sites, affiliate links or whatever that suits the blogger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag five more people to share their links, so hopefully, at the end of the tag, we would be able to share good links with each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The links MUST be clean. No X-rated sites. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Shucks ahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List out only FIVE links.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You MUST tell the FIVE people you chose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provide the link back to the person who tagged you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obviously, it should be an active link.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am into:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;  : mari mariii join joinnn&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.maybank2u.com.my/"&gt;Bank&lt;/a&gt;   : duit duittt dimana kau duit&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/"&gt;TheStar &lt;/a&gt; : newsssssss...like who is suppose to step down ;-)&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="https://login.yahoo.com/config/login_verify2?&amp;amp;.src=ym"&gt;Email&lt;/a&gt; : my work n leisure&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube &lt;/a&gt; : leisure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boneyta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smufett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://muadzlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Muadzlife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://walizdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Waliz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pekebende.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kujie2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kujie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn Marah aaa...&lt;br /&gt;senang je nih hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1233738624035769774?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1233738624035769774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1233738624035769774&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1233738624035769774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1233738624035769774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagstaggertaggers.html' title='Tags..tagger..taggers'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5181053365081480772</id><published>2008-03-09T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:40:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9NN51rgAkI/AAAAAAAAAls/I-KYCZTmbsw/s1600-h/bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9NN51rgAkI/AAAAAAAAAls/I-KYCZTmbsw/s200/bn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175566052836246082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Predicted? YES&lt;br /&gt;Expected? YES&lt;br /&gt;Surprised? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay BN..PM..buck up..its gonna b more rough years ahead for you..Now we must see how the oppositions line lead the major states&lt;br /&gt;Democracy reign supreme ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5181053365081480772?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5181053365081480772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5181053365081480772&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5181053365081480772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5181053365081480772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-comes-rain.html' title='Here comes the rain'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9NN51rgAkI/AAAAAAAAAls/I-KYCZTmbsw/s72-c/bn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3021967224802754561</id><published>2008-03-08T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:36:18.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes and Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What do I dream of?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Materially , I dream of a nice place to stay – need not be a huge house with a swimming pool, just a small cottage will do with a lot of green around it and some pets..well at least a pool table can fit into a room ;-).and a tulip garden. I dream of traveling all around the world, backpacking that is, climb the highest mountain, sail across the seas, catch the biggest fish. I dream of having a business that I love most..which I actually yet to identify what it is.. I dream to do skydiving, that is i ever get fit hehe. I dream to be able to go to space ( very envy with Dr SMS). I dream of having to help/contribute to the unfortunate whenever/ wherever I am capable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dream of having a life full of love, no ‘war’, no sadness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What do I hope for?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope to live a better life, settle all debts, be financially free soonest possible. I hope my children will achieve their kind of success and have a happy life and still loves me. I hope things will fall into place so that I can think of other things. I hope I can carry on with my life with a lot of strength and support, though it is sometimes hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope when I die, I die peacefully&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;..and the list will go on and will change timely…&lt;/p&gt;  ..and i just discovered that there is difference between hopes and dreams..but i wonder..do we really need to have hopes and dreams..when in the end is He who decides..and y'know some dreams will never comes true.. and itd b better if its a we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9IlnFrgAiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/6MLBqAPT764/s1600-h/breaking2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9IlnFrgAiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/6MLBqAPT764/s320/breaking2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175240275271877154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is for now... i need it..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3021967224802754561?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3021967224802754561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3021967224802754561&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3021967224802754561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3021967224802754561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopes-and-dreams.html' title='Hopes and Dreams'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R9IlnFrgAiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/6MLBqAPT764/s72-c/breaking2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-364790025589767136</id><published>2008-03-05T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:03:26.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no ideah again</title><content type='html'>Dont have idea to update lah Eylla...been a busy a bit with a theater scripwriting, so i put this picture lah for you...&lt;br /&gt;Which one you like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R84a5l8WdzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Em8YCG-y6cU/s1600-h/omgwtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R84a5l8WdzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Em8YCG-y6cU/s320/omgwtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174102598635386674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R84bCF8Wd0I/AAAAAAAAAk8/buusiKTuJPo/s1600-h/omgwtf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R84bCF8Wd0I/AAAAAAAAAk8/buusiKTuJPo/s320/omgwtf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174102744664274754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one..hehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-364790025589767136?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/364790025589767136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=364790025589767136&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/364790025589767136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/364790025589767136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-ideah-again.html' title='no ideah again'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R84a5l8WdzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Em8YCG-y6cU/s72-c/omgwtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2256139726236580538</id><published>2008-03-03T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:19:21.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladies and lad..presenting my personality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from &lt;a href="http://mynormalself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nomee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2256139726236580538?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2256139726236580538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2256139726236580538&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2256139726236580538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2256139726236580538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/ladies-and-ladheres-my-personality.html' title='ladies and lad..presenting my personality...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6010706689510145060</id><published>2008-03-02T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:33:33.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstracting mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8qsgxs5s4I/AAAAAAAAAks/OJqCXqYnNjg/s1600-h/drench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8qsgxs5s4I/AAAAAAAAAks/OJqCXqYnNjg/s400/drench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173136801085895554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6010706689510145060?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6010706689510145060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6010706689510145060&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6010706689510145060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6010706689510145060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/03/abstracting-mind.html' title='Abstracting mind'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8qsgxs5s4I/AAAAAAAAAks/OJqCXqYnNjg/s72-c/drench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2039052590761399731</id><published>2008-02-29T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:38:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No ideah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8fJNxs5s2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ApYmmDKK3KY/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 441px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8fJNxs5s2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ApYmmDKK3KY/s400/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172323935575454562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8fSlhs5s3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/K-Mv20D1yNw/s1600-h/morph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8fSlhs5s3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/K-Mv20D1yNw/s320/morph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172334239201997682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2039052590761399731?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2039052590761399731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2039052590761399731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2039052590761399731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2039052590761399731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-ideah.html' title='No ideah..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8fJNxs5s2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ApYmmDKK3KY/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7293005557019997377</id><published>2008-02-25T19:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:59:11.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..sing song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8Kprx7OWCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/AQp7y6ZiVJY/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8Kprx7OWCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/AQp7y6ZiVJY/s320/kids2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170881891775961122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dya still remember your first nursery rhymes or kids songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was... the evergreen twinkle twinkle little star, baa baa black sheep&lt;br /&gt;Buaii lajuu lajuuu..sampai cucur atap, burung kakakkk tuaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and something something Mat Tumpul of something..from my late grandma hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays... my kids&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8Kp3h7OWDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/a9rwY-xsOlM/s1600-h/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8Kp3h7OWDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/a9rwY-xsOlM/s200/kids1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170882093639424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they do sings twinkle twinkle little star and all barney songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but more to these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dewiii..kaulah hidupkuu..aku cinta padamu sampai matiiiii.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or " aku memang pencinta wanitaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I still don't have the reason And you don't have the time And it really makes me wonder If I ever gave a fuck about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or " aye aye aye..under my umberella aye aye aye" ( my two year old kid's favourite song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..kids nowadays...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8KqFx7OWEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/KsyrVwob5lw/s1600-h/kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8KqFx7OWEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/KsyrVwob5lw/s200/kids4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170882338452559938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..blame it on the rain yeah yeahhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7293005557019997377?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7293005557019997377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7293005557019997377&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7293005557019997377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7293005557019997377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/sing-song.html' title='..sing song..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R8Kprx7OWCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/AQp7y6ZiVJY/s72-c/kids2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8160321044041879215</id><published>2008-02-23T14:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:55:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind twister twistedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7-_xR7OWBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Yk17HpSYnE0/s1600-h/berserk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 650px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7-_xR7OWBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Yk17HpSYnE0/s400/berserk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170061750590920722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I feel like a crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Crapity crapity crap&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slap&lt;br /&gt;Will somebody slap me&lt;br /&gt;Slapity slapity slap&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trap&lt;br /&gt;I am trapping my trap&lt;br /&gt;Trapity trapity trap&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Game&lt;br /&gt;The game is so lame&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I’ll be in that game&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blame&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to blame myself&lt;br /&gt;..but..can I blame others too?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shame&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shame on me and the world&lt;br /&gt;I’d endup listening to a shameless song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate the colour blue&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve stick to green&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clue&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;Clue of no clue&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’m true&lt;br /&gt;But I thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;You idiot!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dhang!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t ask me why&lt;br /&gt;I’m sooo gonna sing..blame it on the rain yeah yeah &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hit it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8160321044041879215?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8160321044041879215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8160321044041879215&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8160321044041879215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8160321044041879215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/mind-twistedly-twister.html' title='Mind twister twistedly'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7-_xR7OWBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Yk17HpSYnE0/s72-c/berserk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1655017253191947232</id><published>2008-02-21T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:27:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV YAW!</title><content type='html'>i dont and have not subscribe to Astro,  initialy the reason was. it is too expensive, now as i heard we can even installed it for free, i am still not keen to have it. Reason being, as i dont want the kids to get stuck to the program they like which is ofcoz the cartoons and i dont want them to quarell over the channel, even now they're quarelling over computer games. Once in every two weeks they'll be in their grandparents place and fight over the channel. But undoubtedly the discovery channel is good for them..i encouraged them to watch those channels when we are there..but...well..some docu are not as per their interest yet..so back to the 613, 611 etcetera&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R71sdx7OWAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/wHeVpC-R8Cg/s1600-h/martha-stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R71sdx7OWAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/wHeVpC-R8Cg/s320/martha-stewart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169407206164944898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at 9am everyday theyll watch the cartoons at tv3 till 10am, and then they watch Martha Stewart in NTV7..and they went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;uuuuu aaaaaa eeeee nyum nyum &lt;/span&gt;over the show..My goodness! i dono whether to b amaze or to b confuse or what. That talk show is interesting, many ideas came frm that 67yr old-still-lookin-good lady, she is really amazing but sometimes its just bore me..but the kids! wah... i hope they become creative watching it..hope laa kan...que sera sera. Read about her interesting bio  &lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/495/000023426/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very more reason that i dont want to install the Astro... but but but,,the olympics are cominggggggg..will i still have the will power...dhang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1655017253191947232?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1655017253191947232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1655017253191947232&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1655017253191947232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1655017253191947232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/tv-yaw.html' title='TV YAW!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R71sdx7OWAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/wHeVpC-R8Cg/s72-c/martha-stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5336924670519260181</id><published>2008-02-19T19:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:29:10.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres a heeeeero...</title><content type='html'>ok ok...enuf of the mushy mushy thingy ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now its time for me to have fun!..m feelin' so much better now...*wink* to darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ok ..lets look at my favourite hunks..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dya people watch supernatural and prison break..besides d good storylines i lurve  the heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so between... Jensen &lt;span style=""&gt;Ackles a&lt;/span&gt;nd Jared Padalecki and Wentworth Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rHuh7OV7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/HfUBTZ3zZN8/s1600-h/jensen12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 280px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rHuh7OV7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/HfUBTZ3zZN8/s400/jensen12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168663124555749298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rH8h7OV8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/QRzVx8qU3Fo/s1600-h/jared+padalecki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 281px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rH8h7OV8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/QRzVx8qU3Fo/s400/jared+padalecki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168663365073917890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rIOR7OV9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/9jXqCklpUAk/s1600-h/wentworth+miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 280px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rIOR7OV9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/9jXqCklpUAk/s400/wentworth+miller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168663670016595922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whos the bestlookin' guy for you?&lt;br /&gt;well..err... guys can answer this also hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh ..i lurve all threeeeeee..;-)&lt;br /&gt;ok ok..Wentworth is no1 for me..worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh btw... i rcvd a few 'awards' frm my blogger friends... thank youuuuuu'allll ( you know who u are ;-) _)... i will ..i will post an entry about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh oh..i forgot about Matt Damon!!!....i know some ppl dont like him...i lurve his cheeky smile ;-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rL6h7OV-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/WvK5QEveV90/s1600-h/matt_damon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rL6h7OV-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/WvK5QEveV90/s320/matt_damon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168667728760690658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rMzR7OV_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9P8n_gDIf28/s1600-h/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rMzR7OV_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9P8n_gDIf28/s400/mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168668703718266866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and i once lurrrrve mark dacascos..the martial artist..hehe&lt;br /&gt;..and whoever becomes batman ....;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..okay okayyyy enuff fun neomesuff....&lt;br /&gt;oowww..do i have tooooo..i can go on and on and&lt;br /&gt;on about this hehe&lt;br /&gt;I hope i made your day...;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5336924670519260181?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5336924670519260181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5336924670519260181&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5336924670519260181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5336924670519260181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-heeeeero.html' title='Theres a heeeeero...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7rHuh7OV7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/HfUBTZ3zZN8/s72-c/jensen12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6986864622593539463</id><published>2008-02-17T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:27:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...cino</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: &lt;a href="http://pekebende.blogspot.com/"&gt;pekebende&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i dont really drink coffee..it makes me sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6986864622593539463?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6986864622593539463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6986864622593539463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6986864622593539463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6986864622593539463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/cino.html' title='...cino'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6602474386089187626</id><published>2008-02-15T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:22:06.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory is a good thing....</title><content type='html'>I received this forwarded email frm a good friend of mine...i thot i'd share it with everybody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;To Get Married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?  I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!   That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.  The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger.  I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.  Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing.  I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.  She requested that in that one month if we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me.  But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was going crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed.  So when I carried her out on the first day,we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her.  For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.   On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this.   It became easier to carry her  as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all mydresses have grown bigger.  I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin,  that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said,  Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.  My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.But her much lighter weight made me sad.   On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school.I held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead.  Do you have a fever? She said.  I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said,  I won't divorce.  My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and&lt;br /&gt;wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in the bank,  blah..blah..blah.&lt;br /&gt;These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Do have a real happy marriage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author unknown -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..bless.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6602474386089187626?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6602474386089187626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6602474386089187626&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6602474386089187626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6602474386089187626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/memory-is-good-thing.html' title='Memory is a good thing....'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6194129660128556911</id><published>2008-02-14T19:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:15:45.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm showing off</title><content type='html'>Seriously... we dont reallllly celebrate Valentines day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but it is nice to..have a special feelin' day once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was so dhang surprise when my other half came  home in the middle of the afternoon..to give me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7Qpzh7OV3I/AAAAAAAAAis/vLHS-Oelv6A/s1600-h/vday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7Qpzh7OV3I/AAAAAAAAAis/vLHS-Oelv6A/s400/vday+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166800637757642610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didnt think he'd b actually buyin it heheh...&lt;br /&gt;..and..i..didn giv him anythin...owwww...ok ok..i try not to 'babble babble' for about a week ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear... ;-))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy  V day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..for those who celebrate....&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6194129660128556911?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6194129660128556911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6194129660128556911&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6194129660128556911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6194129660128556911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-showing-off.html' title='i&apos;m showing off'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R7Qpzh7OV3I/AAAAAAAAAis/vLHS-Oelv6A/s72-c/vday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2914751165494190281</id><published>2008-02-07T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:12:30.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothin compares....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sinead o'connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6seeVj-JNI/AAAAAAAAAik/RpwjMfdgtOw/s1600-h/soc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6seeVj-JNI/AAAAAAAAAik/RpwjMfdgtOw/s400/soc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164254904243332306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amar o'connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6seX1j-JMI/AAAAAAAAAic/GlWQ0EW2ffw/s1600-h/cny+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6seX1j-JMI/AAAAAAAAAic/GlWQ0EW2ffw/s400/cny+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164254792574182594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he persuaded his dad to bring him to a barber shop...and he came back like this.. i was shocked... he said he don wanna shampoo no more cause it'll hurts his eyes..but..he still plays w the shampoo and finish it up..now must hide the shampoo :-P..not cheap larrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..fenin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2914751165494190281?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2914751165494190281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2914751165494190281&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2914751165494190281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2914751165494190281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothin-compares.html' title='nothin compares....'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6seeVj-JNI/AAAAAAAAAik/RpwjMfdgtOw/s72-c/soc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-7351974075159196382</id><published>2008-02-06T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:16:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6kAN1j-JLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RgBVx1u-VpE/s1600-h/gxfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6kAN1j-JLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RgBVx1u-VpE/s400/gxfc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163658685473236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My year!! guess which one heheheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;THE WATER RAT 1912 AND 1972&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Being guided by the Water element means these Rats have a knack for influencing people. With their strong intellectual powers and great insight, they are also great puzzle solvers. They are quick to understand others and are incredibly practical people. Rats apply their talents to their everyday lives, making them obliging, generous and compassionate to other people. Generally, they are liked and respected by everyone. Like all Rats, however, they can be determined to seek their own gain, and will not mind using these talents to achieve it - though generally without losing anyone's respect in doing so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.usbridalguide.com/special/chinesehoroscopes/Rat.htm"&gt;...more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..drive safely yaw...wherever  u go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me stay home..dating w my parents n frens...in KL..hopefully quieter...;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOEVER...went to Shiela Majid's concert!!....i don wanna talk to u u uuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;...bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-7351974075159196382?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7351974075159196382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=7351974075159196382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7351974075159196382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/7351974075159196382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/wish.html' title='a wish...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6kAN1j-JLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RgBVx1u-VpE/s72-c/gxfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8542509147376357499</id><published>2008-02-06T06:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:39:25.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piccas due...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i finally uploaded some piccas frm d cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jqlFj-JHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h_pQgKW0Zto/s1600-h/artays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jqlFj-JHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h_pQgKW0Zto/s400/artays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163634895649383538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..this was last two weeks..at klpac open day..and while i was downloading frm the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jq3lj-JII/AAAAAAAAAh8/rPB4aSHj-04/s1600-h/klpacb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jq3lj-JII/AAAAAAAAAh8/rPB4aSHj-04/s400/klpacb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163635213476963458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then suddenly i saw somethin weird, instantly my face is near to the pc screen and i 'cringed'..wht the heck is these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jrAlj-JJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9_SMPGIZL0Q/s1600-h/artamr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jrAlj-JJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9_SMPGIZL0Q/s400/artamr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163635368095786130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and then the last picca . the 'culprit'...;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jrS1j-JKI/AAAAAAAAAiM/X3Xh0LYJARg/s1600-h/klpac+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jrS1j-JKI/AAAAAAAAAiM/X3Xh0LYJARg/s320/klpac+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163635681628398754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okayyyyyyy..okayyyyyy..need to clean up the mess in my SOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8542509147376357499?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8542509147376357499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8542509147376357499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8542509147376357499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8542509147376357499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/02/piccas-due.html' title='Piccas due...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6jqlFj-JHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h_pQgKW0Zto/s72-c/artays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-2793858217887902096</id><published>2008-01-31T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:33:23.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like the 'snow in sahara'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6DA3Vj-JGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/hAqaIdUMF_c/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6DA3Vj-JGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/hAqaIdUMF_c/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161337229879944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utusan.com.my/utusan/info.asp?y=2008&amp;amp;dt=0130&amp;amp;pub=Utusan_Malaysia&amp;amp;sec=Terkini&amp;amp;pg=bt_11.htm"&gt;BAITULMAQDIS&lt;/a&gt; has been snowing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed before but never been that much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mother nature trying to tell us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-2793858217887902096?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2793858217887902096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=2793858217887902096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2793858217887902096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/2793858217887902096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/like-snow-in-sahara.html' title='like the &apos;snow in sahara&apos;'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R6DA3Vj-JGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/hAqaIdUMF_c/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1183627311975081100</id><published>2008-01-29T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:15:08.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn english from music band..so on so forth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R58UJVj-JEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rsQXSfxNYIg/s1600-h/est.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R58UJVj-JEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rsQXSfxNYIg/s320/est.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160865848629273666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay m a little bit late to write about this compared to some bloggers who  passionately wrote about the winning of &lt;a href="http://www.estranged.info/"&gt;Estranged&lt;/a&gt; of the recent &lt;a href="http://www.tv3.com.my/Shows/EpHighlight.aspx?MasterID=486&amp;amp;ShowID=508&amp;amp;MenuID=2&amp;amp;SubMenuID=1&amp;amp;TemplateID=1&amp;amp;EpID=11580&amp;amp;VideoID=7799"&gt;AJL&lt;/a&gt;. Undoubtedly, this english-medium underground band who has put in one malay songs in their latest album has prove that Malaysians can actually produce good and fresh music then just blaming the Indonesians controlling the music business here.. I tried to support Malaysians music as much as i can but i cannot stop listening to our neighbour's music..they are so good..so creative. Even initially I thot &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfR7EHvX0_U"&gt;Itu Kamu&lt;/a&gt; is an Indonesian-band's song, and twas a big relief that it is not,, Estranged has put themself as the benchmark here. Congrats Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i was so happy that they won even though i couldnt b bothered to really concentrate on the whole event - ( ni Faizal punya pasallah nih )..I was wondering what estranged means! Hey ..i dono what it means...what the heck is it mannnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i looked up lah &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; ( phew! to the www ) and it means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;es·tranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ɪˈstreɪndʒd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;i-streynjd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="pg"&gt;–adjective&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;displaying or evincing a feeling of alienation; alienated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="secondary-bf"&gt;es·trang·ed·ness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ɪˈstreɪn&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;dʒɪd&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;nɪs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;-ˈstreɪndʒd-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;i-streyn-jid-nis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;-streynjd-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="pg"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="pg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verb (used with object),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="secondary-bf"&gt;-tranged, -trang·ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to turn away in feeling or affection; make unfriendly or hostile; alienate the affections of: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Their quarrel estranged the two friends. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to remove to or keep at a distance: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The necessity for traveling on business has estranged him from his family. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to divert from the original use or possessor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the word originate and other more meanings..checkout dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah,,it means 'alienating' yrself....hmmm...they cannot do that in our music industry though hehe and hey i can put the word in my messenger status..cool eh hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i google for images of the abovesaid it came out like this...heheehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R58UlFj-JFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wF1BPknPh3I/s1600-h/psdsc_0085web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R58UlFj-JFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wF1BPknPh3I/s320/psdsc_0085web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160866325370643538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..errr...the dark and grey .. gloommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and that reminds me to look up for the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;etui &lt;/span&gt;that i used few times in scrabulous hehe n dono what it means haha ( the magic of scrabulous ;-) )..and since &lt;a href="http://rinakhan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rina&lt;/a&gt; asked, while we were playing scrabulous..and so here it is then ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" class="me"&gt;e·tui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;eɪˈtwi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈɛt&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ey-twee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;et-wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" class="pg"&gt;–noun,  plural  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" class="secondary-bf"&gt;e·tuis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a small, often decorative case, esp. one for needles, toilet articles, or the like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; A small, usually ornamental case for holding articles such as needles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..murid- murid.. still remember what does verb,noun, plural, adjective means?&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;class dismiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1183627311975081100?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1183627311975081100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1183627311975081100&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1183627311975081100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1183627311975081100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/learn-english-from-music-bandso-on-so.html' title='learn english from music band..so on so forth'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R58UJVj-JEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/rsQXSfxNYIg/s72-c/est.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8535081294628696175</id><published>2008-01-26T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T03:11:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very uninterelated posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..got this from &lt;a href="http://hot-shit-form.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bluecrystaldude: Hot Shit Form Here&lt;/a&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon ppl make me happier *wink*&lt;br /&gt;.... like how?..dunno&lt;br /&gt;Mayb after u gimme rm1 million..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i won that kind of money, it will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. If your handphone fell into a toilet bowl would u flush it or pick it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think i try to pick it up lah (that is after i flush it and it is still there hehe) then wash my hand with Sabun Daia! Lupakannn yg lainn hehe..m still wondering whether it will ruin the whole pipe system if i flush it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If the food that u order have a string of hair, would u continue eating or you 'shout' at the waiter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; will complain laaa and demand for free meals hehe..if they 'complaint' back to me..thennn i shout..i knw the answer by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://boneyta.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Z R A &lt;/a&gt; oledi *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this two qs  have nothin to do to make us happy hehe..obviously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,,and did i watch Mac Gyver..NOPE! ..i fojot..dhang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Need to update my links laaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sorry..my mind=psychic-power is doin the writin here..not my fingers&lt;br /&gt;..i think m already sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8535081294628696175?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8535081294628696175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8535081294628696175&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8535081294628696175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8535081294628696175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-mega-sleepybut-i-gotta-blog.html' title='a very uninterelated posting'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4004349204732357945</id><published>2008-01-24T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:58:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>llike this also can aaaaa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5f-IFj-JBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4l-8f2BUgOQ/s1600-h/lembu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5f-IFj-JBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4l-8f2BUgOQ/s320/lembu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158871313061651474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.bharian.com.my/Current_News/BH/Thursday/BeritaUtama/20080124002224/Article/index_html"&gt;MISTERI TERJAWAB: Lembu ditinggalkan dalam kereta Proton Wira selepas cubaan beberapa lelaki mencuri haiwan itu digagalkan penduduk Kampung Pondok Labu, Kulim, malam kelmarin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoiii...heheheeee..pity the cowlaaa...its a good experience to it anyway....have the chance to sit in a wira...&lt;br /&gt;kih kih kih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4004349204732357945?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4004349204732357945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4004349204732357945&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4004349204732357945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4004349204732357945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/llike-this-also-can-aaaaa.html' title='llike this also can aaaaa...'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5f-IFj-JBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/4l-8f2BUgOQ/s72-c/lembu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4316163690450886291</id><published>2008-01-23T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:12:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heath//Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5bJM1j-JAI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tLnoZ9vUQ3s/s1600-h/heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5bJM1j-JAI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tLnoZ9vUQ3s/s400/heath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158531645573047298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm shock! Hes just 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Australian Hunk &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/heath-ledger/celebs/149"&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched A Knights Tale 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes very talented and cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4316163690450886291?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4316163690450886291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4316163690450886291&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4316163690450886291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4316163690450886291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath.html' title='Heath//Death'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5bJM1j-JAI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tLnoZ9vUQ3s/s72-c/heath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4388582506936066710</id><published>2008-01-21T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:30:15.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another memory..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5SU4UcjKSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BKVKksLO2pU/s1600-h/bttf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5SU4UcjKSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BKVKksLO2pU/s400/bttf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157911168528099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What radio channel dya tune to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time i listen to the radio is when m driving..and i listen to &lt;a href="http://www.yourredfm.com/v2/"&gt;Red FM 104.9&lt;/a&gt; only! Why? because they air mostly of the songs that i like that is during the  80's to middle 90's. Less Glamourous but Very interesting ( at least for me - dont have to deliberately and consistently downloading all the old old songs ). Once in a while they play the latest songs. They have less commercials and a lot less of the 'celoteh'. The only 'talk talk' session they have is around 6pm, which they asked the listeners some interesting questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the questions they asked recently was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your earliest memories?&lt;br /&gt;The deejay said that theres this person whom he knew told him that he still remember the time he was still in the womb! duhhhh..... odd..hard to believe.. but again it is an interesting question i cant even remember what i ate yesterday! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i remember the time when i was around 5-6 years old. That time i was staying in mindef...big single storey house with a large compound, next to the house are the forest like the Sherwood's. I saw this one beautiful fat string about 10 inch long, lying on the grass, shiny and colourful, i picked it up. Immediately, after i picked it up i felt weird. it felt 'slimy' and 'lembik'..my father who was near me that time, after seeing me 'gazing' at the thing he quickly took it frm me and threw it off to the nearest bush hehe... twas a dead baby snake .. at least that was what he said... not sure whether twas really dead hehehe. ..that was the last time i touch a snake..i dont mind worms though for my fishing bait ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also remember i fell into a small drain infront of that house, I was on a bike, and i wasnt even moving!... twas 7pm though... my dad starts to get superstitious..well i dont remember 'anyone' pushed me but i seriously do remember i didnt even move i was just sitting on the bike! and i suddenly fell...well, the house was haunted anyway...nenenenene..twilight zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you name any parts of your body or the things that u like/love/attached to, names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a caller saying she named her toes Sally when she was a little girl..heheh thts cute. And another caller sayin she calls her 'bantal busuk' Stinky and she still has it although now shes married...hmmm....the husband according to the caller has actually asked her to remove it ( frm the bed I assume ) but she dont want! how very unfortunate heheheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dont remember 'naming' anything..... should start lah kan..sound cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dya have the answer for this two questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4388582506936066710?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4388582506936066710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4388582506936066710&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4388582506936066710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4388582506936066710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-memory.html' title='Another memory..'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5SU4UcjKSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/BKVKksLO2pU/s72-c/bttf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1228395627395004582</id><published>2008-01-19T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:30:52.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix and Retro moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5D9IUcjKPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wZNow4XfQ-I/s1600-h/2003_the_matrix_reloaded_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5D9IUcjKPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wZNow4XfQ-I/s320/2003_the_matrix_reloaded_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156899892708452594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i was watching The Matrix: Reloaded aired by tv3, another all time favourite movie. Last week they showed the first of the trilogy. I enjoyed watching it agaain but until The Revolution things start to get messy and a bit confusing but hafta admit The Wachowski bros did make an impact out of the movie esp the slow moving scenes. When first watching it at a movie theater, as you come out from the theater u start to walk like Neo . (.uuuu...my favourite..thats y lah got Neo infront of my nick hehe)..hehe. Just like as u walk out after watching Transformers and u start to imagine all vehicles turn to Robots - until now Amar call any sports car that he&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5D9RkcjKQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uuSUxy9jjas/s1600-h/mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5D9RkcjKQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uuSUxy9jjas/s320/mg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156900051622242562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sees as Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie ( with a lot of commercials ) i had a very late dinner, while eating i was browsing thru the channel and was quite surprise that RTM2 was actually airing MacGyver..oh wow! the olskool kinda tv series... back in 1986..lurve the cute MacGyver and the series 'chemistry-to get your way out-concept'..and so i will make a point that on Friday 12.30 midnite tune in to The best of Retro in RTM2 ( which i rarely tune in to )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Wondered what happen to The &lt;a href="http://rdanderson.com/"&gt;Richard Dean Anderson &lt;/a&gt;,  click to his name here. Hes almost 60 and still look good, never got married though but already have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if u want to hear the theme song, play it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zOH32Cz-pG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zOH32Cz-pG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..set a drift on memory bliss...&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Paul u'd love this kan hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1228395627395004582?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1228395627395004582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1228395627395004582&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1228395627395004582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1228395627395004582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/matrix-and-retro-moment.html' title='Matrix and Retro moment'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R5D9IUcjKPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wZNow4XfQ-I/s72-c/2003_the_matrix_reloaded_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-6244288420982131467</id><published>2008-01-16T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:46:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?? What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R41HYUcjKOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qxwNNGkEQ90/s1600-h/faizal11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R41HYUcjKOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qxwNNGkEQ90/s320/faizal11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155855631539972322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So..he took out his clothes...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he still wearing his pants for goodness sake instead of the red Superman 'spender' only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Malay MAN cannot do that???&lt;br /&gt;Hey this is what we call ENTERTAINMENT! P Ramlee was singing without his shirt on with his girlfriend in Pendekar Bujang Lapok Movie ...SO??? oh i forgot..twas bnw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to some 'very popular' singers who wear crappy designer clothes and dont know how to perform on stage....&lt;br /&gt;...dhang..! Apa de hal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because his body is well-built and 'sexy', if not..hehe...i think nobody will even make an issue about it kan kan kan&lt;br /&gt;No Worries Faizal - blessing in disguise - its a step to a more successful you in your unique music career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-6244288420982131467?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6244288420982131467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=6244288420982131467&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6244288420982131467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/6244288420982131467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/kerut-dahi.html' title='What?? What??'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R41HYUcjKOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qxwNNGkEQ90/s72-c/faizal11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-858754606081035929</id><published>2008-01-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:40:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..and this is my problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4xhGUcjKNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DJ4Kvihw048/s1600-h/selfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4xhGUcjKNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DJ4Kvihw048/s400/selfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155602434627938514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past two weeks I’ve been quite busy assisting a few close friends on their personal matters..yeap personal matters… simply because I have the time to do that although I have to bring the kids with me. ..But I’m glad ..to be the friend in need  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not trying to prove anything here…my nature..since I was little..i just cant say no to friends when I have the capabilities to give a helping hand or just accompanying them in no matter what condition and my parents were always mad at me for havin so many friends…and I think too much of other people feelings than mine. Ironically I am quite selfish on certain issues.( naturally, being an only child I guess hehe)…I sometimes despise myself for being helpful/concern.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this is my problem… I like to help people but my problems..I keep to myself as long as i can until it is really really out of my control..then only the closest closest friends I go to.Because I think/feel others cant solve my problems except myself..selfish eh..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now.am telling this to the world…why?..because after some roller-coasters ride I had few years back I think life is there for you to have fun no matter how many/much problems/money you have. As long as you’re sincere..things will be smooth. Just do what u want to do! You should look for somethin’ that makes you smile when u aint smiling…if you know what I mean..do not care what other people think..well…that other people depends on how u define them though…selfish eh..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for now I don’t care…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last weekend after Ayska’s arts class in Bangsar I had a good lunch with two of my good friends. It is not just a good lunch..its for them to release whatever problems they are/were havin..and I kept askin them questions..and they let it go..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But me…heh…I kept quiet..mine it is not as bad.. (refer to line 13)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, the lunch was in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Delicious&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bangsar&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;… Delicious! But the service was so so – as there was so many people there. Quite pricey..but the food is served in a huge potion..fair enough. But if yre on diet you should just share the ala carte meals...One of the friend belanja us hehe..so itsokay…thanks beb..( just to let you know I was there for you sincerely , you don’t have to belanja everytime yeah ) Another plus point Sheila Majid and family came and sit at a table near us..nak tangkap gambar tapi maluuuuuu heheheeee..another problem of mine..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…and had a good lunch with another long time friend of mine ..twas fun..i deserved it ( refer to line 18 )..after my pool session..yesterday ..came home smiling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selfish eh….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Selfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very giving person who treats others very well.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, you insist on getting your way - when it matters most to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see..i told ya&lt;br /&gt;a bit self centered..got that from my mom ahahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-858754606081035929?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/858754606081035929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=858754606081035929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/858754606081035929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/858754606081035929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-this-is-my-problem.html' title='..and this is my problem'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4xhGUcjKNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DJ4Kvihw048/s72-c/selfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-4397832186907640721</id><published>2008-01-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:22:11.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about me tag..duhhhh</title><content type='html'>Ok &lt;a href="http://wahleci.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ummi&lt;/a&gt; your turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Since this is a long winded thingy i decided to minimized the space a bit ;-) and if anyone interested to read just click on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This linky love trail rules:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you got tagged, you have to add your name to people who had done the tag and and let the list grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Those Who Dunnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Limadang.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;RamblingMoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;blogginginmypyjamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;StylewithPassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Chinneeq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dora-zooropazoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Babyshern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Farah (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bani gundu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Frankensteina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Diyanazman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Najmy &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;AyaqMasakOMGWTFBBQSAUCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;hana ni mo nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LindoshSlebet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cepotet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ummi&lt;br /&gt;Neomesuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4iF2EcjKLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CrmAY21BJTE/s1600-h/tagummi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4iF2EcjKLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CrmAY21BJTE/s400/tagummi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154516937478449330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://narcaholic.com/blog/"&gt;Mr John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this tag also comes with the 8 random facts that u tagged me earlier..so me 'rangkumkan' together gether ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The rules:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Link to your tagger and post these rules. List &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(8) random facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; and tag (8) people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until now i cannot believe i have become a mother of three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends love me *wink*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love nature activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like tea more than coffee, coffee makes me sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont rally like shopping or window shopping unless really necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 'cat-instinct"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer not to reveal many of my random facts here hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i stop tagging people for a while leh tak...&lt;br /&gt;boleh laaa..ek ek...&lt;br /&gt;yeaa! bolehhh.. &lt;a href="http://build-muscle-gain-weight.com/" title="how to gain weight"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mysmiley.net/imgs/smile/innocent/innocent0009.gif" alt="how to gain weight" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-4397832186907640721?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4397832186907640721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=4397832186907640721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4397832186907640721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/4397832186907640721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/facts-about-me-tagduhhhh.html' title='Facts about me tag..duhhhh'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4iF2EcjKLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CrmAY21BJTE/s72-c/tagummi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-8097000050766337470</id><published>2008-01-10T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:58:22.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish to All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4WJi0cjKKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vbpopFHejgA/s1600-h/paradisewish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 332px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4WJi0cjKKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vbpopFHejgA/s400/paradisewish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153676579882346658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-8097000050766337470?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8097000050766337470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=8097000050766337470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8097000050766337470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/8097000050766337470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/wish-to-all.html' title='Wish to All'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4WJi0cjKKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vbpopFHejgA/s72-c/paradisewish.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-5252828368037224163</id><published>2008-01-09T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:50:58.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pending pictures and stories</title><content type='html'>Wokeh..i finally uploaded some piccas...been postponing for quite sometimes..very the malas lah nowadays to upload hehe :-) so here goes - enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4Qvo0cjKII/AAAAAAAAAfY/KIa6bf5ebsQ/s1600-h/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4Qvo0cjKII/AAAAAAAAAfY/KIa6bf5ebsQ/s400/B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153296251938351234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is on the 10th of December, Ayska Birthday..she shares same day with the Opah, so we had a simple family gathering at Sakura Kristal Melawati. After taking out the cake from the box then the waiter said for birthdays you get one free desert..wah..kool ..got a bread and butter pudding with ice cream - so sweet and creamy. this was the day after we watched The Enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QxS0cjKJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5L3j7DR5hnY/s1600-h/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QxS0cjKJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5L3j7DR5hnY/s400/B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153298073004484754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the 3rd January..Amar's birthday @ Pizza Hut. Amar just woke up, thts y the face were so 'muncung' until he saw the Opah got him present and the cake..;-). We took the annivessary set and got 2 free smallpan pizza set ..eh kool.. and the waiters all sang bday song for him out loud!..and he loves his ultraman cake bought from Zidni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QvYkcjKGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CXRNLQJr22Q/s1600-h/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QvYkcjKGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CXRNLQJr22Q/s400/B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153295972765476962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the New Year Day, picked other half from work..went lunch at Uptown Damansara at 3 pm...it has been a while ive not been there. Not many places open. but had a good rm10 steak and 3 large thick mushroom soup for only rm3 each...thats a very very reasonable price and a very nice nasi goreng mamak. While eating, it rained very heavily.. we were 'stucked' there for a while and had to put an umbrella on our table... then the rain didnt show that its gonna stop so we 'redah' la to the car soaking wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QvQ0cjKFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/i_lj3xkm_c8/s1600-h/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QvQ0cjKFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/i_lj3xkm_c8/s400/B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153295839621490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at Bagan Lalang last weekend..just a weekend getaway.. slept over at Hotel Sri Malaysia family room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QvIUcjKEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/X-QkS0qiGTo/s1600-h/B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4QvIUcjKEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/X-QkS0qiGTo/s400/B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153295693592602690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice place. for a short holiday about 1 hour 15 minutes driving in a rain drive from KL...Had Seafood at HM Restaurant, cheap but not so fresh lah the fish..dono why...but the cooking is nice..worth it.  Thank goodness we came early..as it was Saturday nite..there was sooo many people there. After food... we drove by the seaside and went back to the hotel..not so much to see and do. ..but good to relax. They're building an exclusive place there... and the place wont b as cheap as now i assume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4Qu80cjKDI/AAAAAAAAAew/L9AAN8eC-As/s1600-h/B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4Qu80cjKDI/AAAAAAAAAew/L9AAN8eC-As/s400/B6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153295496024107058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day after breakfast and swimming pool session we went to the beach... We decided to buy a kite rm10..the kids was excited..but ended up the father yang main...the wind was so right for the kite..so many ppl are playing kites there.  I am more interested with playing with the sand..i can sit there all day to built sand castles heheheeeee..but my other half sand castle are so much better than mine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-5252828368037224163?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5252828368037224163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=5252828368037224163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5252828368037224163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/5252828368037224163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-pending-pictures-and-stories.html' title='Some pending pictures and stories'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xhf1zcvp0h8/R4Qvo0cjKII/AAAAAAAAAfY/KIa6bf5ebsQ/s72-c/B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-3616685961915569828</id><published>2008-01-07T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:25:24.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAA...mampos gua kene tag sekali dua nih!!!!</title><content type='html'>..dok nganga depan mesin nih..disbelief hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagged by &lt;a href="http://narcaholic.com/blog/?p=1470#comments"&gt;Mr John&lt;/a&gt;  whom was tagged earlier by &lt;a href="http://icecool7.blogspot.com/"&gt;IceCool&lt;/a&gt;...Ya Rabbi...migraine dah nih..and then tagged by &lt;a href="http://wahleci.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ummi &lt;/a&gt;..adoidoidoidoi...apa punyer soalan niii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..ok..like this...i do John's first and then Ummi's later2  aaa...sabor sabor Ummi, yours are mega mega mega loooongggg.. like writing in the oldskool scrapbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta pending my last weekend getaway story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bilakah saat-saat anda merasa boring dan bosan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya teramat boring tatkala takder org nak main scrabble online ngan saya dan saya amatlah bosan bila saya kena basuh pinggan, basuh baju, lipat baju etc etc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagaimanakah anda menghilangkan perasaan boring dan bosan tersebut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apa lagi main scrabble sengsorang atau main pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernah anda merasa hendak memukul seseorang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pukul..tak kot..takut masuk penjara ( sapa nak jaga anak anak kuuu )  tapi selalu lah jugak rasa nak 'belasah' orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jika ya, bagaimanakah caranya anda hendak memukul orang tersebut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jawapan tadi..takk kott..tapi kalu perompak datang...pukul je pakai mind power mcm  dalam citer Heroes..ahaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernahkah anda mengamuk dan membaling barang-barang di sekeliling anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jap Jap..pikir...pernah kot dlm keadaan separuh sedar kih kih kih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernahkah anda mencintai seseorang? (termasuk sesame jantina dan berlainan jantina)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pernah laaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siapakah orang yang malang itu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh mana ada malang..chait...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berapa ramai orang yang pernah anda cintai?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dua eh tiga eh empat..eh tak ingat lak hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernahkah hati anda dilukai?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terluka tak pernah...bengang pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apakah cara anda untuk mengubati luka di hati itu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila bengang carik aa boyfren lain..ish ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antara tortoise, eagle, tiger, elephant, kuda, yang mana satu pilihan anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamakkkk macam mana nak jawab niiiiiiiiiii... Seperti didalam facebook..ignore..kah kah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berapa ramai orang yang pernah menyukai anda? (termasuk sesame jantina dan berlainan jantina)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang berlainan jantina adalah 2-3 orang yang sesama jantina pon ada gak 2-3 orang hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pernahkah anda meniduri orang lain selain daripada isteri/suami anda sekarang? (juga selain daripada mak bapak, atuk nenek, pakcik makcik, adik-beradik, anak-beranak dan sedara-mare) – anda boleh tinggalkan soalan ini sekiranya anda rasa pernah berbuat demikian dan berasa segan untuk menjawabnya hehehe…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish..berdosa besar tu beb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anda hidup untuk makan atau makan untuk hidup?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalan cepumas..Apakah tujuan kita hidup? adakah sekadar untuk makan?  Soalan ini amat cetek visinyer hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apakah falsampah hidup anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagalah kebersihan diri anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adakah anda berasa menyampah dengan tag ini?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HORRRRRRRRENDOUS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jadi apakah yang akan anda lakukan sekarang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hati yang amat berat terpaksa mengetag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://cucuuwan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zietikuih.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://muadzlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eylla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ratujamu.blogspot.com/"&gt;NiN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wahleci.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ummi &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheeheee&lt;br /&gt;selamat menjawab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-3616685961915569828?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3616685961915569828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=3616685961915569828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3616685961915569828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/3616685961915569828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/aaaaaaaamampos-gua-kene-tag-sekali-dua.html' title='AAAAAAAA...mampos gua kene tag sekali dua nih!!!!'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-1492740090917811159</id><published>2008-01-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:03:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm too nice ..d'uh</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Life Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/life-blogger.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhehheh..try it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.neocounter.net/neocounter/full_premium_trial.php?user_counter=87867_1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29592675-1492740090917811159?l=neomesuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1492740090917811159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29592675&amp;postID=1492740090917811159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1492740090917811159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29592675/posts/default/1492740090917811159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neomesuff.blogspot.com/2008/01/tim-too-niceduh.html' title='i&apos;m too nice ..d&apos;uh'/><author><name>neomesuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10836791225977833629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3692/3156/200/106752/150D5114.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29592675.post-307348172752839566</id><published>2008-01-02T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:32:11.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Last nite i was watching the news and i also watch Miss Universe 2007 pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. I was 'surprised' but not surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concluded that theres one thing similar about this two events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZZd9UGV0uI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZZd9UGV0uI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss USA fell down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"
