<?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-3763326733717792020</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:20:55.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SuRViVoR's LiFe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6813759735199241231</id><published>2009-06-23T11:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:39:04.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS &amp; DEMONS - VERSI BUKU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Skrewo-U-8I/AAAAAAAAARI/lzucUJv6-zU/s1600-h/DSC_1661edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353336034297183170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Skrewo-U-8I/AAAAAAAAARI/lzucUJv6-zU/s320/DSC_1661edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Satu Kepuasan! Aku baru je habis baca buku Dan Brown - Angels &amp;amp; Demons. Lepas baca Author's Note baru aku tau yang Angels &amp;amp; Demons ni sebenarnya adalah adventure pertama Professor Robert Langdon sebelum The Da Vinci Code. Angels &amp;amp; Demons diterbitkan kali pertama pada tahun 2000, The Da Vinci Code pulak pada tahun 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Sejak dulu aku memang suka tengok movie yang diadaptasi dari novel, dengan syarat cerita tu bukan berkisar cerita-cerita fantasi zaman naga terbang &amp;amp; ahli sihir macam Lords of The Rings atau Harry Potter. Selalunya aku suka ikut filem yang diadaptasi dari buku-buku John Grisham, Stephen King atau yang kurang menonjol, filem adaptasi dari buku Danielle Steel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh ye, buku Angels &amp;amp; Demons ni sebenarnya buku terpakai yang aku beli dengan harga cuma RM8. Masih dalam keadaan yang baik cuma kalau korang tengok gambar, cover dia &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;terkoyak sikit (sebab tu harga dia RM8 je). Anyway, kepada sesapa yang berminat nak beli buku terpakai bolehla ke website ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booklovers.bs.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;http://www.booklovers.bs.my/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; untuk browse senarai buku dan order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6813759735199241231?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6813759735199241231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/buku-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6813759735199241231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6813759735199241231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/buku-book.html' title='ANGELS &amp; DEMONS - VERSI BUKU'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Skrewo-U-8I/AAAAAAAAARI/lzucUJv6-zU/s72-c/DSC_1661edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4477592561510363144</id><published>2009-06-11T19:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:31:09.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI : FAREWELL GRISSOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SjJDyydWvPI/AAAAAAAAARA/Mj7xUwNgW6U/s1600-h/csi2gi9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346410247459618034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SjJDyydWvPI/AAAAAAAAARA/Mj7xUwNgW6U/s320/csi2gi9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;After watching few episodes of CSI without Grissom, I just realized yesterday that CSI has lost its 'kick' without him. I have been a long time fan of CSI, collecting the CDs &amp;amp; DVDs, even watched the repeat episodes. I watched all CSI series but I prefer the original (LV) than the franchise series (Miami &amp;amp; New York). But now CSI Vegas is not the same anymore. Sedih betul. Last season, Sara quit, shocking tapi masih boleh terima lagi. This season Warwick pulak mati. Another shock. Then Grissom left. Seriously, CSI is so dull without Grissom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Unlike Cik Nanie, all these while I never watch CSI because of Grissom. Apart from the fun of guessing who's the killer, I enjoyed watching how they collect and process the evidence using those high-tech gadgets/equipment, eventhough sometimes I wonder whether the real CSI team really use or have these kind of gadgets. Tau je lah cerita kat TV, kadang-kadang auta je lebih. I'd say that I love watching CSI to see how the team solve the case. From the early process of evidence collection to the crime scene/death analysis to the interrogation process with the suspects until they finally figure out the killer(s) identity, the storyline is always presented in a unique way. Most of the time, Grissom has been the one who 'crack' the mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;After watching yesterday episode, I see the remaining old team members and the new one as bland. Dulu aku ingat Dr Ray Langston ni akan ganti Grissom as supervisor, memandangkan his seniority and expetise. Lagipun, it was Grissom who offered him to join CSI. If that's the case, I think it may be interesting to watch how the new supervisor from 'similar field yet different industry' run the night shift lab. Grissom Vs Langston. How nice. Tapi dia ni jadi Level 1 CSI - level paling bawah pulak. Disesuaikan dengan watak lower level officer &amp;amp; watak orang baru, Dr Langston ni always seem unsure. Muka nampak takut-takut memanjang. Mungkin producer nak viewers nampak macam mana character ni berkembang kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Maybe it's just me la kan, but I view the character of Catherine Willows who replaced Grissom, not outstanding enough as a Supervisor. Don't know la whether the producer wanted her character to be that way or she is still trapped and so used to her previous role as Assistant Supervisor yang selama ni diovershadow by Grissom. No wonder this new team macam membosankan! It's just like a team without actual leader. To me, Grissom is the soul of the team and the series too. The new team mates, Dr Ray Langston &amp;amp; Riley Adams can't beat what CSI was like with its original team members. Well, what to do..it's life - everything changes and nothing stays the same forever. Despite aIl this, I will still continue watching CSI and see whether the producers can create magic once again with this new team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sayonara Grissom! You will be deeply missed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4477592561510363144?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4477592561510363144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/csi-post-grissom-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4477592561510363144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4477592561510363144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/csi-post-grissom-era.html' title='CSI : FAREWELL GRISSOM!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SjJDyydWvPI/AAAAAAAAARA/Mj7xUwNgW6U/s72-c/csi2gi9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3867270910988426097</id><published>2009-06-10T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:15:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 33 MONTHS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="VISIBILITY: visible; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; WIDTH: 450px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_blue.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=230&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D64740681%26t%3D1244615538&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:230px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_blue.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=230&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=64740681&amp;t=1244615538&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="230" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;For your patience and love, for the ups and downs we endured together, for the laughters and tears we shared and for our journey ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3867270910988426097?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3867270910988426097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3867270910988426097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3867270910988426097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-playlist.html' title='HAPPY 33 MONTHS!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-8723877044780732232</id><published>2009-06-02T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:24:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS &amp; DEMONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566294933275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9EOSTMgtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jzU_LajUC1k/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This movie is definately worth watching people! 5 stars! Lagi best dari The Da Vinci Code. I only read the first few pages of the book before I watch this movie, so I don't have a clue who the bad guy is. Tapi after years of practice by watching CSI, I can guess who is the villain right from the beginning of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Overall, it's a very entertaining, past-paced movie - tak sempat nak rasa boring pun. Vatican City scenes memang superb. Kinda haunting yet breathtaking. Buildings architecture and views simply made me want to grab my camera and fly there. Rome memang dah lama jadi impian tempat untuk dilawat. Entah bila agaknya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't want to write any other details of this movie. Go watch it yourself, guys! Don't forget to read the book as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-8723877044780732232?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8723877044780732232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/angels-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8723877044780732232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8723877044780732232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/06/angels-demons.html' title='ANGELS &amp; DEMONS'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9EOSTMgtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jzU_LajUC1k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-194140478994100539</id><published>2009-05-18T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:18:31.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEVERLY HILLS 90210 &amp; YEARS LATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342985406105953106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SiYY6yMKo1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lwQs4fjI02k/s320/90210.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Bila Star World sibuk dengan promo pasal siri baru 90210 dengan pelakon-pelakon baru, aku sikit pun tak berminat nak tengok. Probably because I don't want to be reminded of how OLD I am now! Huhu! Cerita budak-budak high school ni macam dah tak menepati citarasa and sungguh tak relevan lagi. Original 90210 series ni popular masa aku kat secondary school which was berbelas tahun dulu. Bayangkanlah betapa lamanya sejak aku kelihatan comel memakai uniform sekolah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343031795056626866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SiZDG-f3zLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XvXmPyR4Pbo/s320/90210combined.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;New 90210 Casts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, ari tu aku sempat gak tengok siri baru ni (Actually terpaksa tengok - Cik Nanie yang conquer TV every Tuesday). Bolehlah. Jalan cerita lebih kurang je mcm dulu, issues pun sama - drugs, love, family problem, social problems, affairs, scandal bla bla bla. Typical teenage drama la kan. Tapi aku sebenarnya bukan nak cerita sangat pasal 90210 versi baru ni. Just terkenang balik zaman-zaman cerita asal Beverly Hills 90210 (title untuk siri baru ni just '90210' je rasanya) yang amat glamer dulu seglamer New Kids On The Block. Yess! hanya orang seangkatan aje yang tau. Just like NKOTB, everyone has their own favorite BH 90210 characters/actors/actresses. Kat plastik pembalut buku teks sekolah tu, kalau tak diletak poster 90210 mesti poster NKOTB. Itu belum tengok dinding bilik tido lagi..mak bapak yang tensen. Itupun kalau mak bapak diaorang jenis anti-tampal-poster-dalam-bilik-tido macam parents aku. Aku pun tak kisah sebab lagi suka conteng dinding dari tampal poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343344618367563730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SidfnsJLN9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Fm_eTH5JL3Y/s320/90210-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The 1990 Beverly Hills 90210 Casts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cerita ni masa tu kiranya the first of its kind la, lepas siri ni meletup-letup barulah tumbuh TV series lain yang ala-ala mcm ni such as Melrose Place la, Dawson Creek la - yang penuh dengan pelakon-pelakon 'jambu'. Dulu aku takdelah minat sangat pun tapi ada masa-masa ikutlah jugak perkembangan especially masa kes cinta 3 ke 4 segi between Brenda Walsh (Shannon Doherty - agak popular as Prue Halliwell in Charmed), Dylan McKay (Luke Perry), Brandon Walsh (Jason Priestley) &amp;amp; Kelly Taylor (Jennie Garth) tu. Aku pulak minat dengan si Jennie Garth ni yang menurut mata aku, dalam semua casts 90210 masa tu dia yang paling cun. And of course la dalam conflict cinta segi-segi diaorang ni aku sokong Kelly dengan Dylan. Kenapa? Sebab Dylan tu nama dia dekat-dekat dengan nama aku kot? Muahaha!Tapi aku tak pernah pulak letak poster dia kat mana-mana. Minat konon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343339228704290498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Sidat-FUNsI/AAAAAAAAAPA/700CkHr1t3E/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lovely Jennie Garth @ Kelly Taylor - Dulu &amp;amp; Sekarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Dalam siri baru ni, Jennie Garth aka Kelly Taylor still ada tapi as guest star je la. Dia actually ada anak dengan Dylan rupanye, haha..baru aku tau. Wah..wah.. character-character lama yang dulu students trang tang tang sekarang either dah kawin, beranak pinak or kembali single. Sama la macam budak-budak sekolah aku jugak. Haha! Seriously, after watching series after series dulu I still can't remember what happened to all the original characters in the end. Katanya nanti Donna Martin (Tori Spelling) &amp;amp; Brenda Walsh pun ada special appearance. Tempat melepak diaorang, Peach Pit tu pun nampak lagi hip sekarang sesuai la dengan zaman. Anyway, perkembangan watak-watak lama dalam siri baru ni setakat plot sampingan. Tak heran sebab cerita pun pasal budak-budak sekolah, pelakon lama yang dah tua pi jaga anak kat tepi sana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Zaman tu pulak memang zaman suka buat soundtrack album. Bersepah-sepah album soundtrack dari TV series atau filem. Yang aku ingat banyak lagu-lagu best dalam soundtrack 90210 ni - my favorites were Saving Forever For You (Shanice) &amp;amp; The Right Kind Of Love (Jeremy Jordan). Tak pernah dengar? Mesti korang lahir tahun 1980an ke atas. Tapi kan, kalau didengar balik lagu-lagu tahun 1990an dulu, rasa macam muzik arrangement dia tak penuh gitu. Macam very empty &amp;amp; hollow. Tak macam lagu-lagu sekarang yang meriah dengan segala macam bunyi. Kadang-kadang sampai tak perasan pun ada certain bunyi dalam lagu tu, bila pakai headphone and betul-betul concentrate baru terdengar. Takpun bila timbul certain isu yang kononnya ada bunyi tak sepatutnya dalam lagu tu, baru la terperasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Tak tau la whether popularity for the new 90210 ni macam dulu ke tak. Lagipun sekarang banyak channel TV, banyak TV series yang best-best and sumber entertainment lain pun banyak jugak. Tak macam zaman aku sekolah dulu. Masa tu mana ada Astro or internet ni. Itu pun kira nasib baik dok kat Johor, dapat channel Singapore &amp;amp; Indonesia. Adalah option sikit nak tengok program luar instead of tengok local channel yang asyik kena potong sana sini, kalau tak potong kerana scene-scene yang sensored mesti sebab nak kasi ngam-ngam panjang cerita dengan time slot. RTM la yang suka potong-potong scene. Tau-tau je cerita dah lompat sana sini. Kalau potong cerita P. Ramlee takpe lagi sebab dah biasa tengok, kalau cerita tak pernah tengok confirm aku tak paham. Sekarang ni aku tak sure la RTM buat macam tu lagi ke tak sebab dah bertahun-tahun tak bukak channel RTM. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-194140478994100539?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/194140478994100539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/beverly-hills-90210-years-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/194140478994100539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/194140478994100539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/beverly-hills-90210-years-later.html' title='BEVERLY HILLS 90210 &amp; YEARS LATER'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SiYY6yMKo1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lwQs4fjI02k/s72-c/90210.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4259502662306906617</id><published>2009-05-13T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:52:23.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Finally, I am officially an ex-employee of this company. Just like what I wrote in the previous post, this company is definately not what I imagined an MNC to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;As mentioned earlier, there are many reasons for me to resign despite the good pay - I got almost 1K for my annual increment eventhough I have only been with the company for less than a year. Yes, I know I am a crazy fool. But I can't lie, dudes. Each day at work I feel that my actual capabilities, work experience and skills have been wasted. Coming from organizations that gave me the freedom and flexibilty on how to carry out my job effectively, being in a conservative &amp;amp; too controlled company definately not my cup of tea. And the fact that I have to work with a Director whose leadership and working style is really outdated, made me more certain that this is not my kind of working environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;I know I am taking a very big risk to resign before I actually got another job offer. Looking at the current economic situation, only God knows how long I'll be unemployed. Haha! Survivor kan memang gila! But I am certain that I am doing the right thing. This is what I should have done earlier. Selagi tak resign, selagi tu aku tak boleh nak attend interview. Dah tu, macam mana nak cari kerja lain? Takpe, Survivor will definately survive. CHAIYOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;At this moment, I feel soooo relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Before I started hunting for my next job, i could use couple of weeks to de-stress, clear my mind and of course ganti balik my much needed sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345518178972114802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si8YdkYGn3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d9e5Rfn29_M/s320/jump_for_joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4259502662306906617?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4259502662306906617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4259502662306906617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4259502662306906617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-at-last.html' title='FREE AT LAST!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si8YdkYGn3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d9e5Rfn29_M/s72-c/jump_for_joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7889767760444143723</id><published>2009-05-04T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:47:08.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATER THEMEPARK@STARHILL JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last weekend I was in JB. Since anak-anak sedara aku yang comel pun balik sekali, memang sesuai kalau buat perkelahan keluarga. Budak-budak kan suka main air, mak &amp;amp; bapak budak lagilah suka. So we all went to La Stella Water Theme Park kat Starhill Golf Resort. Actually, aku dapat tau pun through Google. Sebelum tu tak pernah tau pun ada Waterpark kat situ. Teramat la dekat dengan rumah my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tak susah nak cari tempat ni. Kalau aku tak silap, masa Fab 5 kena organize Annual Dinner dulu, we all pernah datang survey Starhill ni. Tahun 2004 ke awal 2005, waterpark ni pun belum wujud lagi. Masa tu naik Iswara buruk company. Dahla berhimpit naik lima orang, takde aircond pulak. Haha! One of the unforgettable memories of Fab 5. (Macam tajuk album lagu pulak).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Masa aku &amp;amp; family sampai, aku tengok yang datang semua mengangkut golf clubs. Tak nampak pun ada unsur-unsur air. Kena register &amp;amp; bayar entrance fee kat opis dulu. Terperanjat gak aku bila kakak yang jaga counter tu baik &amp;amp; friendly. Sekarang ni kalau berurusan dengan orang-orang kat counter apapun, susah nak jumpa yang murah senyum, berbudi bahasa &amp;amp; ada customer service skill yang bagus, kan? We all kena bayar RM15.75 seorang untuk bayaran masuk. Tapi budak-budak bawah umur 4 tahun &amp;amp; orang dewasa 55 tahun ke atas FREE, So cuma aku, Cik Nanie, my brother and wife dia je kena bayaran masuk. Okla kan - jimat. Kalau nak murah datang weekdays RM10++ je. Lepas tu we all dibagi tag, kena pakai sepanjang ada kat dalam tu. Selagi tak koyak, selagi tu boleh la keluar masuk dari parking atau golf course ke area water themepark ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343666321054566050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SiiENQCtBqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rbN0uqELoJA/s320/IMGP1448a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jalan masuk ke Waterpark area. Tiang-tiang besar tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buat aku terasa macam kat Rom la pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343656873911201090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Sih7nWsNLUI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NFUl8dbU3UI/s320/IMGP1459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pakai jangan tak pakai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tempat dia tak besar mana pun. Setakat nak bawak budak-budak &amp;amp; diri sendiri main air tu boleh la. Lagipun tak crowded sangat, memang menepati citarasa aku yang anti-sosial ni. Ada satu pool besar &amp;amp; ada satu pool khas untuk budak-budak. Ada banyak kerusi-kerusi malas untuk family nak letak barang &amp;amp; lepak-lepak. Free jugak. Masa aku pegi Bali tahun lepas, sempat main air &amp;amp; bercanda kat pasiran Dreamland Beach, kononnya salah satu daripada pantai tercantik kat Bali. Kat situ pun ada banyak beach chair macam ni disediakan betul-betul atas pasir tepi laut, tapi banyak 'ulat-ulat' yang mengejar nak sewakan kerusi tu kat para pelancong. Masa time aku diaorang nak charge Rp30,000 untuk satu kerusi (lebih kurang RM11-12). Boleh la kalau nak bargain, tapi lagi baik aku letak barang atas batu and duduk atas pasir - FOC! Memang dasar cheapskate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343658523769056994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Sih9HY4-LuI/AAAAAAAAAPg/S5RozaoyLYU/s320/IMGP1435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pool untuk dewasa. Siap ada pasir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343661026667600818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Sih_ZE6fG7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/punMPH0uW-g/s320/IMGP1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Pool budak-budak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Untuk mereka yang suka melompat, kat sini ada trampoline. Silalah melompat beramai-ramai. Peratikan gambar kat bawah. Trampoline ni nampak macam nak rebah je kan? Tapi, lepas budak-budak ni turun, ada satu geng mamat-mamat yang sekali naik melompat 4,5 orang. Trampoline ni tetap tak jatuh. Baru la aku confident nak try. Oh ye, kat sini pun ada satu water slide yang turun pakai inflatable tube tu. Yang tak logiknya, takde pun staff dia yang jaga kat tempat 'berlepas' tu. So pandai-pandai sendiri la camne nak turun especially orang yang belakang sekali. Kalau try nak 'berlepas' sendiri, confirm sangkut punye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343664749955505746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SiiCxzPf3lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/e7XhnDBtPv4/s320/IMGP1447a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Malangnya we tak dapat nak bedal makanan yang dibawa dari rumah. Bukan main banyak makanan we all buat - ayam goreng, kebab, nasi lemak, buah2, air sejuk, airpanas, sandwich etc tapi malangnya just like any other theme park kat Malaysia ni, no outside food allowed. Lu lapar nak makan, lu beli kat kedai gua. Akhirnya, bekal makanan yang banyak-banyak tadi tu dijadikan dinner we all malam tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Lama jugak berendam, sampai Riz anak sedara aku yang memang suka main air tu pun taknak balik. Cuaca ari tu memang panas giler. Kulit aku yang memang pantang kena panas sudah semestinya legam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Kesimpulannya, tempat ni ok &amp;amp; berbaloi la untuk orang-orang yang tinggal tak jauh dari area Kempas especially those yang tak tau nak gi mana masa cuti or tak kisah kena keluar at least RM10++ satu kepala just untuk main air &amp;amp; pasir. Itu tak termasuk makan minum lagi. Tapi harga makanan kat dalam ni boleh kata reasonable &amp;amp; affordable la. At least ada water slide &amp;amp; trampoline kan. Kalau gi piknik kat laut or waterfall pun cuma dapat main air je. Nak gi Wet World kat Batu Pahat pun jauh, nak kena bayar tol/minyak lagi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ini jelah lokasi berendam terdekat yang tak crowded sangat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7889767760444143723?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7889767760444143723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-themeparkstarhill-kempas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7889767760444143723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7889767760444143723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/water-themeparkstarhill-kempas.html' title='WATER THEMEPARK@STARHILL JB'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SiiENQCtBqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rbN0uqELoJA/s72-c/IMGP1448a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6549181218933798785</id><published>2009-04-19T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:15:47.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSAN MELAMPAUI TAHAP GABAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;I know it's not a year yet, but at this point, I just can't stand it anymore. One of the reasons I left my previous company is because of the better offer eventhough i love what I'm doing there. This company is very stable financially, pay good money, has a generous recognition program (which my previous company don't have) - pendek kata everything pasal duit takde masalah punye. But there's no job satisfaction for me here. I used to handle every HR functions, yes lots of work, headaches and challenges but i love being all rounder. Challenge, responsibility, delegation &amp;amp; empowerment, skill upgrading through hands-on experience..sume ada kat company lama. I thought by joining a bigger company, an MNC lagi, i can widen my skill, knowledge and learn more here. Tapi hampeh la. The only thing I learn is how to put up with this crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Top management buta IT, old-fashioned work process - nak reply email or surat kena panggil masuk bilik boss (sebijik macam scene cerita 'Madu Tiga' masa P Ramlee panggil secretary dia dictate surat pastu terbayang muka Sarimah) menyebabkan banyak masa terbuang and tak efficient, very authocratic management style and resist changes. This kind of working environment seriously does not suit me and to make it worst, my job description does not reflect my position at all. It's too boring and too clerical for me. And since I worked there my boss mcm jakun with my so called creativity and knowledge of using computer to design artwork (which is nothing compared to Carn's, Aini's or Jen's skill) and since then I am the inofficial graphic designer for the company. Weh, sapa nak jadik graphic designer, I want to be an HR person beb! I have been turning down the company's offer to send me for external courses because i dont have intention to stay longer. Rasa bersalah pulak nanti. I am just afraid of wasting my time here and started to feel too comfortable with this culture. Every skill and knowledge I gain so far will go to the drain if I stay longer with this company. I don't think I learn something relevant here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Now I just cant wait to get out from this company! Company sape ada nak pakai HR cepat-cepat bagitau aku ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6549181218933798785?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6549181218933798785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/bosan-tahap-gaban.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6549181218933798785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6549181218933798785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/05/bosan-tahap-gaban.html' title='BOSAN MELAMPAUI TAHAP GABAN!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1836758347277204595</id><published>2009-04-16T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:40:45.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW LOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;I have been thinking of changing my 4 years old blog skin for quite sometimes already. I've searched in the internet, i like a few but i dont know why, when I try to paste the code, it can't be read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Last week, i found this skin and after pomen sana sini in the end dapat gak tukar skin baru. Itu pun i lost all the existing comments walaupun dah puas aku cuba nak dapatkan balik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Aku yang tak reti ke atau Haloscan yang problem? Ada sesapa tau camne nak buat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1836758347277204595?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1836758347277204595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1836758347277204595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1836758347277204595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-look.html' title='THE NEW LOOK'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7421185255026563115</id><published>2009-04-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:35:10.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB@EARTH HOUR 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Rasanya hampir semua orang tau pasal Earth Hour 28 March lepas. I went back to JB that week walaupun teringin sangat nak tengok bandaraya KL bergelap especially macam mana rupa bentuk KLCC tersergam dalam gelap - sure macam lembaga hitam yang besar gila. Anyway, memikirkan i can see JB town and Singapore in the dark, which is OK jugak tu, aku pun tak terkilan sangat la melepaskan peluang ada kat KL that week. Lagipun next Earth Hour ada lagi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Tapi hampeh...Sungguh keciwa &amp;amp; hampeh..Untuk pertama kalinya dalam sejarah sungguh malu nak mengaku jadi rakyat Johor! Sungguh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok nih... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332885354989736834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SgI2-bwL04I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fgI_-AsbBVc/s320/DSC_1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Ni kat mana ek? Area Pelangi kot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332884660897543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SgI2WCDtdFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iTQj-QkJDoI/s320/DSC_1617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Danga Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883424424820610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SgI1OD1o_4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/eGA6d-wRE60/s320/DSC_1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Plaza Angsana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332882845342654098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SgI0sWlsXpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XMyz4egBI1Q/s320/DSC_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Plaza Pelangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329384469361571858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SfXG8EfHuBI/AAAAAAAAAME/eoJDV67keZY/s320/DSC_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dataran Bandaraya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7421185255026563115?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7421185255026563115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/04/jbearth-hour-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7421185255026563115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7421185255026563115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/04/jbearth-hour-2009.html' title='JB@EARTH HOUR 2009'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/SgI2-bwL04I/AAAAAAAAAMk/fgI_-AsbBVc/s72-c/DSC_1614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-198732779192726120</id><published>2009-03-15T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU THE HITZ.FM FUGITIVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Imagine approaching makcik cleaner yang tengah sapu sampah and asked her 'ARE YOU THE HITZ.FM FUGITIVE?' Or stopping someone yang tengah syok berjogging kat taman and asked him the same question? Well, i did that and I even asked a fighting couple who kind enough to forget about their fight and respond politely to my question. Nasib baik tak kena hempok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;For the past few weeks I have been obssessed with this hunt - gathering and trying to figure out the clues with Cik Nanie and also with the hunters via FB. Everyday they will be 4 sessions where the fugitive will be in different locations and the hunters have to figure out his/her location based on the clues given. The clues were given through sms, radio, tv, 3g and The Sun newspaper and all the hunters have to do is to ask everyone 'Are You The Hitz.fm Fugitive? to win the cash prize. Jangan salah tanya atau miss satu perkataan pun or else eventhough you asked the right person, you cant win the money. To increase the chance to win, the hunters will have to ask everyone bcos this fugitive will disguise himself to avoid being caught. Each time the clues pointed out that this fugitive might be in this city, I wish I will be on leave so that I can be out there hunting for him. Tuhan je yang tau betapa sakitnya jantung gue knowing that he was nearby but I was stuck in the office instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;I had my chance during the weekend, we believed that he might be in KLCC. So I and Cik Nanie headed to KLCC to look for him. A lot of other hunters were already there and everybody were running except me and Cik Nanie. We asked everyone - local, foreigners, pakcik guard, mat bangla, orang tengah jogging, couples and even other hunters (who also asked us the same question). I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;t was embarrasing but buat tebal muka sudahla for the sake of the money! But no luck, he was in different part of KLCC. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time we figured out from the clues that he might be in Batu Caves, so we thought of going there after we finish our errands, however we did not make it on time and he was indeed in Batu Caves but nobody asked him because he was talking to himself and everyone thought he was some kind of mad man. Damn again! If I were there I will asked everyone around and the cash will be mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Guess luck was not on my side because most of the time that he was in KL, I have to work till 6.30pm. Damn you, boss! Nak concentrate pun tak boleh, because I know he was so near! Mata tengok boss, but my mind was elsewhere thinking in which part of that shopping mall he was. I was so close asking my boss for time off because of 'personal emergency'...emergency abis! heheh..And last Thursday he was in Carrefour Wangsa Maju which is just near to my place. Damn lagi! *hentak kepala kat dinding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The final hunt was last Friday and the last session was from 9pm til 11 pm. The clues were confusing but we believed that he might be in KLCC. The bounty was 15K and a lot of hunters were there. As we were asking everyone in the concourse area, suddenly a group of hunters ran to the escalator and the rest of us not knowing what happened ran to the escalator as well and followed them to the fountain area. Later i got to know from one of them that the current clue given was 'park' and that was why they were heading to KLCC park. Berapa ratus orang melepak kat situ lagi-lagi esok weekend. Tapi buat la muka tebal tanya semua orang kat situ. Unfortunately, the hunt was over by 11pm and no one caught the fugitive to win the 15K bounty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Anyway, it was fun, we made friends with other hunters we met at the location as well as the support groups in the FB. Congratulations to all the winners and hopefully next round it is my turn to catch the fugitive and win the bounty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;This is from Cik Nanie's experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Cik Nanie : Are you the Hitz.fm fugitive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Mat Salleh : &lt;em&gt;(muka confuse)&lt;/em&gt; I am not a fugitive, I am a tourist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Wakakakakaka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-198732779192726120?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/198732779192726120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-hitzfm-fugitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/198732779192726120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/198732779192726120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-hitzfm-fugitive.html' title='ARE YOU THE HITZ.FM FUGITIVE?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3854506748391962861</id><published>2009-02-27T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:36:42.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;After few months in denial, at last I accepted the reality that there is something wrong with my laptop, Ah Beng and it cannot possibly be OK without sending it for repair. Finally Ah Beng is up and running again. Yeay! But that does not guarantee that this blog will be frequently updated. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Nampaknye Carn is the only active blogger in my circle. The rest probably dah kategori 'offside' gaknye..kan korang kan kan kan? (soalan kerek orang yang update blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to update. Life here is pretty routine, gi keje balik keje. Nowadays the gym and swimming pool is our favorite hangout spot. Now that I can swim (thank you Cik Nanie), everyday I look forward to practice my newfound skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;It has been nearly a year since I moved here and in my personal opinion, I think most of KL drivers are selfish and inconsiderate (termasuklah diri sendiri), but bikers are the worst. They ride their bikes as if they have 3 lives. I really really hate to get stuck in the traffic jams here. But then, from my observation, sometimes in certain areas these jams is caused by a very bad town planning. Yes, to me KL is badly planned city. It makes me wonder how and why such projects were approved? Diaorang ni tak kaji dulu ke..main belasah je janji siap. It's like solving one problem just to create another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contoh senang, DUKE highway exit to Jalan Semarak is causing a worst congestion compared to the time before this highway started its operation. I have been using Ayer Panas - Jalan Semarak to travel to work and it has always been pretty bad congested before. Suddenly since the highway opened for public, this roads has been swamped by vehicles seeking alternatives route and the jam has become worst now. What's the point of travelling with ease only along the highway but as soon as you exit, you are trapped in the jam? Happy hours on the road konon.. I don't think so unless the roads connecting to these highways are upgraded to two or three lanes. I just feel whoever responsible for this project (tak kira la konsortium ke PWD ke) don't really care about improving traffic or providing alternative route to the motorists as they claimed, but only care about the profit. Eventhough it is totally different issue, this kind of attitude remind me of the current ongoings in our country, and i can't help feeling frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bila la pagar-pagar sekelian nak kerja untuk rakyat (as they claimed) &amp;amp; berhenti makan padi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3854506748391962861?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3854506748391962861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3854506748391962861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3854506748391962861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-again.html' title='BACK AGAIN!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7192875264070188158</id><published>2009-02-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO 2 TAHUN NI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;Aku baru perasan rupanya tahun 2008 cuma ada satu entry jek? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;Ish..ish..Sungguh tak productive sekali. Walaupun tak boleh nak access or update from office, insyallah tahun ni akan rajin siikiiiit dari tahun lepas. Azam tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Semoga azam tak putus tengah jalan sudah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7192875264070188158?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7192875264070188158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-2-tahun-ni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7192875264070188158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7192875264070188158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-2-tahun-ni.html' title='NO 2 TAHUN NI'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-8140295755844500871</id><published>2009-01-02T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:35:37.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Hello people! Wat up?! Yes, i know that this blog has been inactive for quite sometime already and i know that i promised to update my blog in my last entry in March. However, settling down in a new place and a new job wasn't as easy as i would like it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;It has been 7 months since i moved to this city. It took about 3 months to finally unpacked everything and organized the stuff we brought from JB. I did a few attempts to write but didnt manage to finish it. Furthermore my company server blocked access to everything; meebo, forums, blogs and currently all web mails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Then one day, when I finally really wanted to sit down and update the blog, the unexpected happened. My laptop broke down, i don't know what was the cause and I have not send it to computer shop to fix it yet. I know this sounds crazy and silly, i actually hope that if i let it untouch for some time, the laptop will have time to self-recuperate, and one day when i switch it on everything will be OK. Hahah..don't blame me, it's a piscean nature to imagine things like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;So here I am, with a 'laptop pinjam' courtesy from Cik Nanie, writing just to wish you guys a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR. Despite the economics downturn forecast, i hope that 2009 will still be a good and happy year for all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;p/s : Congratulations Jen on your marriage! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-8140295755844500871?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8140295755844500871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8140295755844500871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8140295755844500871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2589961360531253268</id><published>2008-03-27T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:37:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Wah... lama rasanya blog ni terabai. Punya la lama tak menjenguk sampai masa nak log in tadi pun puas aku try recall username &amp;amp; password. Boleh lupa pulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Beban kerja aku yang semakin melambak tak mengizinkan aku nak update. Since entry terakhir last November, workload aku sampai la ni tak surut-surut. Masa yang ada tu terlalu pendek &amp;amp; berharga untuk diluangkan dengan mengupdate blog. (Aku ni bukan mcm sesetengah orang yang duduk, kemudian ketuk keyboard 2,3 minit pastu walla! siap satu entry...Otak aku yang berkarat ni nak tulis satu entry pun kadang-kadang amik masa berhari-hari..heheh..2 tag dari Cik Nanie pun aku tak sempat nak buat. (Sorry ye Cik Nanie, pasni i buat..insyaalah!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Entry ni pun ditulis just nak mengelakkan blog ni dari terus bersawang..insyallah dalam masa terdekat ni akan ada update baru. In the meantime, walaupun 2008 dah nak masuk bulan keempat, harap-harap ucapan selamat tahun baru aku kat korang masih diterima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;So, Happy New Year guys! Semoga tahun ni adalah tahun yang best dari tahun-tahun sebelumnya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2589961360531253268?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2589961360531253268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2589961360531253268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2589961360531253268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-again.html' title='HI AGAIN!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5057788526561561563</id><published>2007-11-29T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH ANY MOVIE LATELY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129198582730483202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Ry6S73IWZgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p8jDWXZnNMk/s320/The%2520BRAVE%2520ONE_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Ingatkan best tapi... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BO-RIIIINGG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ngantuk seh movie ni! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Seperti mana aku akan mengantuk kalau betul-betul ada program radio &amp;amp; DJ macam si Erica Bain (Jodie Foster) ni. Macam dalam kelambu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Aku beli pun sebab ada satu review kata movie ni ala-ala 'Enough' yang J-Lo berlakon tu. Pasal balas-balas dendam ni. Tengok poster pun macam best tapi, jauh bezanya &amp;amp; tak best langsung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Walaupun ada la scene-scene yang agak best, tapi overall storyline agak slow &amp;amp; memerlukan orang yang sabar macam aku. Baru 1/2 jalan, Cik Nanie dah tertido. Ikut ati memang nak tertido gak tapi malas la pulak nak tengok separuh-separuh ni walaupun dihampakan dengan kehampehan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Huhu...bazir duit &amp;amp; karen aku je. Nasib baik beli yang pirated punye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND MOVIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129198488241202674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Ry6S2XIWZfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/khghRrwxmcc/s320/i_now_pronounce_you_chuck_and_larry.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;What more can I say?! Memang&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; lawak giler!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kalau suruh tengok lagi 2.3 kali pun aku sanggup! JOM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5057788526561561563?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5057788526561561563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/11/watch-any-movie-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5057788526561561563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5057788526561561563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/11/watch-any-movie-lately.html' title='WATCH ANY MOVIE LATELY?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Ry6S73IWZgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p8jDWXZnNMk/s72-c/The%2520BRAVE%2520ONE_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4203829532430977668</id><published>2007-10-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Last week i accompanied Cik Nanie to visit her late father's grave which is also my first experience visiting a non-muslim cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;When I told one of my muslim colleague about it, she seem a bit surprised. The look on her face and the way she said &lt;em&gt;"apa la u ni..&lt;/em&gt;in response to what i told her, as if I was doing something very wrong and I can be murtad because of it. She even asked me, " So, u sembah-sembah sekali la ye?" And I have to explain that nothing of the sort took place. Pelik. Terkejut. Ada ke patut cakap aku sampai ke situ sekali?! Seliberal -liberal aku pun, i know where's my limit la, cik kak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Come on la babe, it's not wrong for us Muslim to visit person of other religion's grave kan? Cik Nanie's father is a chinese so if she has converted to Islam doesn't mean that she cannot visit her father's grave? And as a friend tak salah kan kalau aku temankan dia sekali. I was just standing there watching Cik Nanie 'talked' to her father. And it was a very brief, less than 5 minutes visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, i noticed a lot of 'adab melawat kubur' difference between Muslim &amp;amp; Non-Muslim.We Muslims have to be properly dressed and menutup aurat. But the visitors I've seen in this memorial park is more casual. Wearing short pants, t-shirts and even sleeveless. I remembered that I'm a bit panic bila Cik Nanie suddenly kata nak visit her father on our way back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Looking at my outfit, i asked her..&lt;em&gt;"Alamak, abis tu i pakai camni, takpe ke?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Relax ar, kat sini u pakai ape pun tak kisah, dulu i pakai short &amp;amp; spaghetti strap je"&lt;/em&gt;..haha..tu la jawapan Cik Nanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;On our way in, ada Hindu funeral rites in one of the hall performed by the Hindu monks just outside the cremation hall. In the memorial yard, I noticed that there are quite a number of indians buried kat situ. Maybe after the cremation ceremony they just buried the ashes there because it is more convinient to do everything in one place. I guess, this kind of crematorium / memorial park is no longer restricted to certain race or religion kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Luckily nobody noticed that there's one budak melayu sesat dalam tu..kot tak pasal-pasal kena halau. Nasib baik kulit ada terlebih gelap, bolehla conceal identity sikit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4203829532430977668?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4203829532430977668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4203829532430977668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4203829532430977668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-time.html' title='FIRST TIME'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1805585718769169415</id><published>2007-10-21T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S HOW I SPENT MY RAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holiday's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People has come back to work and business resume back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hari Raya is not as merry as the previous ones. The first day of Hari Raya is a bit quiet as my bro is celebrating with his in laws family in KP. So pengajaran pada kengkawan sekalian, kalau kawin make sure beranak banyak-banyak, kalau tak..kesian kat anak korang nanti jadi macam aku keboringan sebab takde geng. Luckily this year Cik Nanie is spending her raya with my family, or else i'm sure i'll be bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we still prepare the hari raya dish. Makan tetap makan beb. Biar raya takde mood, bab makan wajib meriah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126651946296829314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RyWGyHIWZYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CUeQnnyo0e4/s320/nasi+himpit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126652461692904850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RyWHQHIWZZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X5maB0pUfsI/s320/raya3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126651336411473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RyWGOnIWZXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yMd9t1ZgOzI/s320/sambal+kacang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126650486007948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RyWFdHIWZVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oweycJXAAA8/s320/ayam+masak+merah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brownish/gold is our theme this year. Manage to take family photo of the four of us using my nearly-1 year-but never-been-used tripod. Haha..rasa ada studio gambar sendiri pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of activities during the first two days of Hari Raya. We didn't even visit any relatives' house since it's my bro's request to go beraya with them. So, my parents, ne and Cik Nanie just visited my late grandparents' grave in Mahmoodiah and after that lepaking at house watching TV Raya programs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;There's nobody came to beraya at our house as well, not even the kids. I'm not surprised, though. Everyone seem to be out of the town and might be somewhere in their kampung celebrating this once a year family gathering. Well, I kinda like it. What a way to spend the Hari Raya. It's holidays, good food, lotsa programs to watch and I have it all to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Things started to be more lively the moment my bro, SIL &amp;amp; nephew arrived JB. We visited the relatives' house on the 3rd day of Eid. Masa ni la jugak my parents keep getting calls from friends/relatives who were asking whether we were at home or not. Apa, orang semua mula keluar beraya masa raya ketiga ke? As expected, the next day and the day afterwards was the busiest. I dont even have time to bath (hehe, pecah lubang) because people came non-stop. Sekali datang 2,3 kereta. Campur pulak dengan the kids from the nearby neighbourhood yang mula buat project mengepau tuan rumah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126649996381676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RyWFAnIWZUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dmct6-eUXc4/s320/raya+2edit2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My aunties, uncles and cousins who started to call me 'Nyonya Kedai Gambar' because i'm using tripod to take this photo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;But when Riz was hospitalized due to Rotavirus infection, all of us lost our raya mood. Kesian sangat tengok budak kecik macam tu diarrhea &amp;amp; muntah-muntah. Luckily he was discharged after 3 days there. On the bright side, we got to spend 1 week with them here in JB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's how I spent my raya. I'm sure yours is much more better than mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1805585718769169415?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1805585718769169415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-how-i-spent-my-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1805585718769169415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1805585718769169415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/that-how-i-spent-my-raya.html' title='THAT&amp;#39;S HOW I SPENT MY RAYA'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RyWGyHIWZYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CUeQnnyo0e4/s72-c/nasi+himpit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7424036839747290781</id><published>2007-10-18T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KISAH PANAS SEBELUM RAYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Cerita ini berlaku beberapa ari sebelum raya dan beberapa minit sebelum berbuka. Baran betul aku. In fact sampai ke ari ni aku masih rasa 'hot &amp;amp; spicy' lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Ari tu, on the way nak balik umah my parents, B-Tam dah bergesel dengan satu Kelisa yang drivernya (seorang Ah Beng) yang sungguh kurang ajar &amp;amp; kurang akal. Kisah ni berlaku masa aku nak u-turn ke simpang masuk rumah parents aku. Jalan pulak memang tengah jem giler waktu tu. So, lepas u-turn aku signal untuk susur masuk kiri pelan-pelan. Masa tu aku dah lepas first lane &amp;amp; try nak masuk ke last lane pulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Masa ni la macam nak mampus aku signal tapi si driver Kelisa yang bodoh ni seboleh-boleh taknak kasi aku ruang masuk. Terpaksa la aku dok kat first lane sambil menyignal dengan harapan dapat masuk ke last lane sebelum tiba ke simpang masuk taman yang parents aku tinggal. Tapi jalan pulak memang terhenggut-henggut, jem la katakan. Bila simpang ke taman tu dah dekat, ndak tak ndak memang la aku kena gak pegi ke last lane. Kalau tak..maunye terlajak, takkan aku nak u-turn balik. Disebabkan situasi tu, B-Tam dah dok antara first &amp;amp; second lane, so in a way menghalang motor-motor yang nak menyelit tengah-tengah jem tu. Kereta-kereta lain pun tak boleh gerak memandangkan aku tersempal kat tengah-tengah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Si Kelisa ni pulak memang hampehs, langsung taknak kasi jalan walaupun kereta depan dia dah mengensot sikit so aku boleh masuk lane tu. Ape tah masalah dia. Tak considerate langsung. Bukan je kat aku, tapi kat kenderaan-kenderaan lain. Lagipun, as rakyat Malaysia, takkan tak tau orang Islam semua puasa, time pun dah nak berbuka. Tapi gitulah orang kalau dah kurang akal, last-last bergesel dengan B-tam. Padan la dengan muka kau yang bangang tu! Busuk ati sangat, taknak bagi sampai sanggup menjahanamkan kereta sendirik, ambik kau! Nasib baik la jalan jem, so impact dari pergeselan tu sikit je, kalau la laju tadi, akan ku pastikan kau masuk kubur ari tu jugak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Si Ah Beng dengan ahli keluarganye (kebetulan mak bapak dia pun ade gak dlm keta tu) terus serbu kat aku &amp;amp; Cik Nanie yang masih dalam kereta. We all tak keluar sebab rasa sungguh tak munasabah la nak bertekak kat tengah2 jalan tu jugak, dah le tengah jem gile jangan le tambahkan jem lagi. Bodoh sungguh! Tu pun dah menampakkan selfish bongok Ah Beng ni. Puas dah aku &amp;amp; Cik Nanie suruh alih kereta &amp;amp; discuss kat tepi jalan, tak reti2 bahasa gak. Dia sibuk nak amik gambar scene tu nak tunjuk kat insurans company katanye. Ape kebangang la. Kalau kereta kau kemek terburai macam ikan busuk tu bole la nak claim. Insurans mana la gaknye yang nak layan claim setakat scratch camtu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Yang mahalnye, mak dia terus meluru kat we all yang still dlm keta ni and berulang kali dok tanye "sekarang apa macam, sekarang ape macam.." Haih, Ah Soh ni, sekali aku lesing jugak kang! Nasib baik sebelum sempat aku lesing, kenderaan dah mula bergerak, si keluarga Ah Beng sengal ni kena marah dengan driver yang lalu lalang sebab menghalang kat tengah2 jalan. Barulah terhegeh-hegeh nak ketepi. Dasar tak sekolah! Memang tak sekolah pun, gaya cakap pun main lu gua, lu gua je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Dah kat tepi tu, aku check keta aku dulu ar, make sure keta aku takde mende, pastu baru aku tengok condition keta dia teruk ke tak. Hek eleh..auta je lebih. Takde yamg kronik pun. Setakat minor calar &amp;amp; mudguard keta dia terkopak skit, kalau gam pun ok. Masa kena pun pun perlahan je, so takdela ape sangat. (kalau teruk pun aku tak kuasa nak bayar. Boleh blah la!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Si Ah Beng dari tadi sibuk marah-marah. Apehal kau nak marah2..kau yang start himpit keta aku. Bagero! Pastu macam mak dia gak sibuk tanye sekarang macam mana? Macam mana ape, kau yang himpit keta aku jgn harap le aku nak bayar. Pastu maknye Ah Beng ni yang pulak sibuk nak pi buat report kat balai. Fine! kau nak pi report sangat pasal keta kau yang tak seberapa tu, aku OK je. Kalau kena jontos kepala dengan polis kat balai kang aku tumpang jontos sama kepala sengal kau tu. Lagipun aku confident giler yang diaorang ni gertak jek, sebab aku taknak bagi duit kat dia. Orang giler je nak mengabiskan RM300 nak buat report, padahal harga repair keta pun baru berapa sen. Unless si Ah Beng &amp;amp; family ni memang golongan terencat itu aku tak tau la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Si Ah Beng dengan tak menyempatnye terus nak ke Balai Polis nearby. Engkau nak pi report silakan, silap-silap polis pun tak kuasa nak layan time orang sibuk nak berbuka especially bila tengok kereta engkau setakat calar skit. Aku pun malas nak layan family bengong tu, ape kejadahnye nak redah jalan yang tengah jem giler ke balai polis, baik aku balik rumah buka pose dulu. Malam-malam kang kalau rajin aku ar singgah ke balai tengok ada tak orang buat report pasal B-Tam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;3 ari lepas tu aku check dengan member yang keje as polis trafik, ade tak report pasal accident ari tu, seperti dijangka memang la takde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Sabar ye En. Ah Beng, kalau lu teringin sangat nak buat report or claim insurans, lu tunggu wa jumpa lu punye keta sekali lagi, memang gua dah standby paku ni..tinggal nak kasi kereta lu betul-betul calar baeekk punye, lu tunggu je la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7424036839747290781?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7424036839747290781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/kisah-panas-sebelum-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7424036839747290781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7424036839747290781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/kisah-panas-sebelum-raya.html' title='KISAH PANAS SEBELUM RAYA!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6019423206449632240</id><published>2007-10-11T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Aidilfitri is just around the corner and i just want to wish all Muslims 'Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri' and Maaf Zahir Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;For those who will be driving back to your hometown, do drive carefully and take a break if you are sleepy. Don't be a part of the accident statistics, ok. Ingatlah orang tersayang yang tak sabar menunggu kepulangan anda, bukannya jenazah anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;While celebrating and enjoying your eid, dont forget to be thankful for the rezeki &amp;amp; chance to celebrate in peace and harmony. Remember our unfortunate friends all over the world who might be celebrating Eid in hunger, fear and poverty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Once again, wishing you all an awesome Aidilfitri and happy holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6019423206449632240?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6019423206449632240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6019423206449632240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6019423206449632240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5892103861288634447</id><published>2007-10-05T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APEHAL?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Isnin lepas aku perasan jam faveret aku takde bateri. Patut la tiap kali aku tersedar malam tu, asal tengok jam je baru pukul 3, tak bergerak-gerak. Aku pulak, makin syok la tarik comforter sampai ke dagu. Maklumla baru pukul 3 pagi. Ingatkan malam sungguh panjang rupanye nyawa bateri jam aku yang tak panjang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maka bukan aje termiss sahur, bangun pun lambat. Bila bangun dah lambat, nak kena berkejar ke opis sambil apply driving skill ala Kimi Raikkonen la pulak. Bila dah drive macam setan, confirm punye kata-kata 'pujian' akan keluar berhamburan kat apa-apa kenderaan, traffic light, polis trafik atau apa je objek melintas yang menghalang perjalanan aku. Bila dah sibuk 'memuji' sana sini, by the time sampai opis, confirm pahala puasa aku dah tinggal sekerat. Tengok, betapa besar impak jam nih dalam idup aku. &lt;em&gt;*Hek eleh, tak payah la nak salahkan jam, Survivor..kalau tak kerana jam pun memang engkau tu selalu lambat :P*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Jadinya pagi tu aku pegi kedai jam kat atas ni dengan niat nak mengganti bateri baru. Memandangkan aku pun tengah huru hara kat opis ditambah dengan malas nak menunggu, aku tinggalkan aje kat amoi kedai jam tu &amp;amp; bagitau dia yang aku akan datang ambik kemudian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Bila aku datang balik petang tu, Amoi tu dah takde. Maybe shift dia dah abis kot. But ada one chinese guy yang ganti. Mamat ni tengah khusyuk betulkan tali jam sape punye ntah. Aku tengok meja dia punya la banyak giler jam yang nak direpair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Survivor: Tadi pagi i ada antar jam kasi ganti bateri. Dah siap ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Budak Kedai: oo..ada ada.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Confident jek dia hulurkan aku jam ni yang kebetulannya merupakan satu-satunya jam spesis macam ni yang ada kat atas meja repair/ servis kedai tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119584257489218930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwxqwelTrXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wC92t5Lhi_E/s320/watch.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Survivor: Eh, ini bukan jam saya la. Saya tak pakai jam macam ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Budak Kedai: Aiyo, bukan ke..mana satu awak punye? Macam takde woo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Survivor: Ada la...Ini la saya punye &lt;em&gt;*sambil tunjuk kat jam faveret aku*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Budak Kedai: Ini awak punye ka? &lt;em&gt;*dengan mata tak berkelip tengok aku &amp;amp; riak muka yang ala-ala nak percaya ke tak ape yang aku cakap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Sah dia tak caya ni jam aku. Apsal pulak? Otak CSI aku dah start membuat kira-kira forensik apsal dia tak puas ati akula pemilik jam nih&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Adekah kerana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;1) Tangan aku kelihatan sangat cute sampai tak sesuai memakai jam feveretku itu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;2) Kebrutalan aku tak terserlah kerana kebetulannya aku memakai kebaya ari ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;3) Sepanjang sejarah dia kat kedai jam, akulah manusia pertama berbaju kebaya yang pakai jam Caterpillar kot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;4) Mamat ni seorang yang suka menstereotaipkan orang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;5) Aku kelihatan macam seorang penipu yang cuba mengaku jam orang sebagai jam sendiri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APEHAL PULAK?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Salah ke aku pakai jam macam nih? hah? hah? jawab..jawab... Cun ape aku pakai..kan? kan? kan?!!.....(sape cakap tak cun memang nak kena belasah! (ayat tunjuk brutal sebab nak justify diri..muahahahah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119583669078699362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwxqOOlTrWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ySIzo_Iwh10/s320/DSC_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5892103861288634447?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5892103861288634447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/apehal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5892103861288634447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5892103861288634447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/apehal.html' title='APEHAL?!!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwxqwelTrXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wC92t5Lhi_E/s72-c/watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7480506502957733353</id><published>2007-10-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIC BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Last weekend Cik Nanie &amp;amp; me planned to have BBQ lamb &amp;amp; chicken for iftar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we thought of using dad's outdoor grill but after ransacking his store then only he recalled leaving it at my brother's place after our last 'pesta' BBQ in Pantai Penyabong. (My family memang giler BBQ!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us went to Jusco to buy a new grill, charcoal, lamb &amp;amp; chicken meat, prawns and whatever items we might need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was while looking for the common portable BBQ grill that Cik Nanie terbekenan with this electric BBQ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117411147919202370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwSyU2lZGEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Jp7epQ_RNDg/s320/DSC_1600.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Me on the first place, doubt its capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the taste be the same as using charcoal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahan lama ke tidak benda ni? Ada warrranty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ke brand nih? Hanabishi..tak penah dengar ponn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cik Nanie's heart pulak on the other hand was 90% set to buy this thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jadi, kami pun menimbang-tara kebaikan produk ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;It's not so expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep, it's only RM99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We don't have to buy charcoal anymore. &lt;em&gt;Dah kira jimat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Less smoke. &lt;em&gt;Baju, rambut pun tak lekat bau asap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tak perlu susah payah hidupkan api, meniup, mengipas &amp;amp; tunggu sampai arang jadi bara baru boleh mula BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthier because we are not eating food from charcoal grill anymore. No carcinogen = reduce risks of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can use it indoor as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boleh main BBQ sembunyi2 dalam rumah..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In the end, Cik Nanie decided to follow her heart &amp;amp; bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa membuang ari, we all &lt;em&gt;cuba try test&lt;/em&gt; kebolehan benda ni ari tu jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117410868746328114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwSyEmlZGDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GGKV6SVho6Q/s320/DSC_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Waiting to be BBQd..marinated with Cik Nanie's secret marinating recipe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117741868990928978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwXfHWlZGFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uUhoRSkRCA0/s320/DSC_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;New gadget in action. Not bad la the performance, cepat je dah masak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117409876608882706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwSxK2lZGBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DPiEKuSnEeo/s320/DSC_1622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Test on udang pulak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117409296788297730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwSwpGlZGAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oINyrC3s1IE/s320/DSC_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The result, TADAAA....looks delicious. Fresh from the griller...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117408970370783218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwSwWGlZF_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/QBAflkdGnrM/s320/DSC_1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tasted no difference from charcoal BBQing. Pekena pulak dengan Cik Nanie 's superb mashed potato. Fuh! marvellous! Note: Cik Nanie memang pandai masak :) *&lt;em&gt;puji ada makna tuh*..&lt;/em&gt;hehe..Cik Nanie jgn buat tak paham..sila memasak dengan lebih aktif lagi setelah menerima pujian ini.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Washing this griller is quite easy. The parts are detachable and can be washed separately. So nak menyental bahagian yang berminyak ni senang sikit gitu..budak sekolah rendah pun boleh buat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;The flaws: Short powercord, you might need to use extension plug. Satu lagi, it comes without stand so kena la pandai-pandai cari tempat yang sesuai nak letak benda ni. Takkan nak berBBQ sambil mencangkung pulak kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Overall performance quality &amp;amp; cooking speed is very good. Whatever we intend to BBQ (2 packs of lamb shoulder meat, 2 kilos of chicken &amp;amp; few hundred grams of prawns) were done in less than 1 hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lap u la Cik Nanie sebab sanggup mengabiskan duit beli benda alah ni! &lt;strong&gt;:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7480506502957733353?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7480506502957733353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/electric-bbq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7480506502957733353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7480506502957733353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/10/electric-bbq.html' title='ELECTRIC BBQ'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RwSyU2lZGEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Jp7epQ_RNDg/s72-c/DSC_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5282902682663801628</id><published>2007-09-27T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED LAGI : FOUR THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baru je kena tag dengan Carneyz dah kena tag lagi...Kali ni dengan Cik Nanie pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;4 things that scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ bad intention people&lt;br /&gt;+ life after death (kes tak cukup amal ibadat)&lt;br /&gt;+ become poor and homeless (taknak tido bawah jambatan)&lt;br /&gt;+ natural disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 people who make me laugh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ cik nanie&lt;br /&gt;+ hariz&lt;br /&gt;+ my father&lt;br /&gt;+ Fab 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things i love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ spending time with my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;+ my Ipaq 6828 PDA&lt;br /&gt;+ my Nikon D40&lt;br /&gt;+ my lappie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things i hate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ meetings (especially the lengthy one)&lt;br /&gt;+ backstabbers&lt;br /&gt;+ show offs&lt;br /&gt;+ cruelty towards animal &amp;amp; human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things i don't understand:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Why cant we live peacefully in this world without any war??&lt;br /&gt;+ why some people simply take advantage of other people without feeling guilty or a bit of shame?&lt;br /&gt;+ why do we have to waste our time attending meetings when after that nobody will remember what the hell were discussed or whose responsible to take what action?&lt;br /&gt;+ Why most of nation leaders are actually idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things on my desk:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ files&lt;br /&gt;+ tons of papers&lt;br /&gt;+ my organizer&lt;br /&gt;+ my pc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things i'm doing right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ my office work&lt;br /&gt;+ the tag&lt;br /&gt;+ talking on the phone with my boss&lt;br /&gt;+ thinking of a way to escape this afternoon's meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things i want to do before i die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ visit Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;+ getting at least my master degree&lt;br /&gt;+ to have my own business&lt;br /&gt;+ bertaubat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 simple things to describe my personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ giler&lt;br /&gt;+ friendly&lt;br /&gt;+ independent&lt;br /&gt;+ love to laugh and love to make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things i can't do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ sew&lt;br /&gt;+ dance (william hung dance better than me, i'm as stiff as a wood stick!)&lt;br /&gt;+ stand smokers &amp;amp; ciggies smoke&lt;br /&gt;+ sleep with the light on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 people I wanna tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Carneyz&lt;br /&gt;+ Ainie&lt;br /&gt;+ Jen&lt;br /&gt;+Buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5282902682663801628?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5282902682663801628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-lagi-four-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5282902682663801628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5282902682663801628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-lagi-four-things.html' title='TAGGED LAGI : FOUR THINGS'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3249556452611005171</id><published>2007-09-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KENA TAG LERRR...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Aku kena tag dengan Cik Puan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carneyz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;CARNEYZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sejak bila anda mula berpuasa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penuh??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Rasanya sekolah rendah. sejak darjah 2 ke darjah 3 macam tu.Masa kecik2 dulu memang suka sgt bulan pose ni sebab tak payah nak makan. Yes, anda tak salah baca. Time kecik-kecik dulu aku paling tak suka nak makan. Kena marah + paksa tahap cipan baru la terhegeh-hegeh ke dapur. Sungguh berbeza sekali dengan sekarang. Kalau diorang kunci dapur dengan lock besar gajah pun aku sanggup pecahkan semata-mata nak selongkar periuk atau peti sejuk.. (hahaha..dasar pelahap!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Pernahkah anda ponteng puasa dan apakah alasannya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Pernah sekali &amp;amp; takde alasan munasabah yang boleh aku bagi. Simply menyetan dengan 2,3 orang classmate yang setan macam aku, makan-makan kat belakang hall..Nauzubillah perangai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Adakah anda pernah bermain bunga api dan mercun??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Of course la pernah. Cuba bagitau saya sapa yang tak pernah main mercun &amp;amp; bunga api?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Juadah apakah menjadi kegemaran anda sewaktu berbuka??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Apa-apa jenis sambal &amp;amp; lauk berAYAM AYAM AYAM. Hidangan WAJIB ada tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Lagu raya manakah yang anda suka??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;#1 - Sepasang Kurung Biru - Khairil Johari Johar (lagu feveret giler nih)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;#2 - Pulanglah - Aishah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Tahun ini anda beraya di mana??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Senai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Pernahkah anda bertugas di hari raya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Sepenuh masa tak pernah. Setakat datang menjenguk office sejam dua di pagi raya pertama untuk make sure caterer &amp;amp; jamuan raya for staff yang kena bertugas berjalan lancar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Kenangan paling manis di hari raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Dulu - dapat duit raya &amp;amp; dapat baju baju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Sekarang - dapat kumpul satu family, makan kuih &amp;amp; masakan raya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Nak Jadikan Mangsa Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;1. Cik Nanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;2. Ainie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;3. Best Buddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;4. Sesapa yang nak buat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3249556452611005171?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3249556452611005171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/kena-tag-lerrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3249556452611005171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3249556452611005171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/kena-tag-lerrr.html' title='KENA TAG LERRR...!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6640371097751727816</id><published>2007-09-18T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORROR OR TERROR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RvOELZ77A8I/AAAAAAAAADE/mgwIbYmPCH8/s1600-h/phpThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112575333471290306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="281" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RvOELZ77A8I/AAAAAAAAADE/mgwIbYmPCH8/s320/phpThumb.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If any of you is thinking to watch this movie, my advice would be - DON'T! - unless if u want to be a vegetarian for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dah tu, apehal aku pulak boleh tengok tertengok citer nih?&lt;br /&gt;I thot this is the sequel of one movie i've watched somewhere in 2003/2004 - DEAD END - which I've been searching hi &amp;amp; low for the dvd / vcd to add to my collection dari Speedy sampai le ke pirated cd store. Tapi takde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's why, when I saw this DVD cover, my eyes straight away focussed at the 'DEAD END' title walaupun terang2 perkataan 'WRONG TURN 2' tu lagi besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this idiot bought the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;Excited la jugak before tengok tu..but..the first few minutes is enough to tell you what's the rest of the movie is going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The movie is about 6 people who are competing in Survivor-like reality tv show. In the woods where they are supposed to survive (sometimes look like belukar belakang rumah jek) resides a cannibal family and as expected, hunted, tortured &amp;amp; butchered them and the rest of TV crews. Akibatnye, most of them end up in the cannibal cooking pot except for the two main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pencinta kedamaian &amp;amp; insan penyayang mcm aku (cewah!) tak akan boleh terima &amp;amp; tak tahan nak tengok cerita-cerita macam nih. I don't mind watching blood and violent as in most of action movies. I do love horror/thriller film but not the gory kind which involved brutal torture, flesh ripping and exaggerate cannibalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next morning, during sahur i don't dare to touch and even look at the ayam panggang for fear that I will muntah there and then on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's why i don't really like to watch Hollywood horror films. Most of them suck! Mengarut entah ape2 aje. I'd rather watch Korean/Japan/Thai ones. They seem a bit realistic and ade la jalan cerita sikit. Even though there are violent or gruesome element in it, for me it's still tolerable and doesn't seem exaggerated. No wonder the Hollywood producer is so into remaking Korean &amp;amp; Japanese movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched one Thai horror film called 'Long Khong' couple of years ago, it kinda ngeri and until today I still can't look at kerang without thinking about one of the scene in the movie where the villain cooked the victim and served 'the dish' to her guests who are the poor victim's friends. The victim's eyelid inside the soup look really similar to isi kerang. So each time I makan kerang, my mind will automatically zoomed back to that scene, and i'll feel as if i'm eating someone's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another film, '999-9999' which is also from Thai is about a mysterious phone number, yang kononnye boleh fulfil one wish of its caller. However, the caller will die tragically once his or her wish has been granted. So nak dijadikan jalan cerita, main characters dalam citer ni la yang dok gatal call this number (or else tak wujud plak citer ni kan). Despite kengerian yang mendalam bila tengok kaedah kematian sekor2 mangsa, the movie is still enjoyable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess it depends on our preference and how far we can stand to watch violence. For me, as long as the storyline is interesting, quite logic and at the end of it, the movie do not leave me nauseous, give me headache or make me vomit at any sight of meat then it's fine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;Don't think this movie will make it here. Too gory. Too disgusting. Too sick. And just for info, Singapore bans it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6640371097751727816?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6640371097751727816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/horror-or-terror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6640371097751727816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6640371097751727816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/horror-or-terror.html' title='HORROR OR TERROR?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RvOELZ77A8I/AAAAAAAAADE/mgwIbYmPCH8/s72-c/phpThumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4725935687230045647</id><published>2007-09-16T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW UN-MALAYSIAN ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Congratulations Survivor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;You are 59% not Malaysian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-2.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Guy Sebastian !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Ape-ape jelah kuiz nih...sape yang berminat sila try..tengok berapa percent ketakMalaysiaan korang pulak..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4725935687230045647?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4725935687230045647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-un-malaysian-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4725935687230045647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4725935687230045647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-un-malaysian-are-you.html' title='HOW UN-MALAYSIAN ARE YOU?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3185178657070254257</id><published>2007-09-14T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMADHAN DATANG LAGI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;First day puasa semalam, sungguh la flat sekali.Nak kata tak bangun sahur, aku bangun. Makan pun selera jugak walaupun pepagi hari (nampak sangat selalu keluar pi supper). Time lunch, dek kerana letih sangat, aku &amp;amp; Tina tido dalam stor. Sampai terlajak 20 minit. Huhu. Ni la last dapat rehat sejam, pas ni lunch hour cuma 1/2 jam jek sebab dapat balik awal 1/2 jam. Kijam. Sungguh kijam. Tetahun lepas balik pukul 5 gak tapi takde la potong lunch hour. Ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bulan pose camni kalau tak gi Pasar Ramadan memang tak sah la kan. So balik keje semalam aku &amp;amp; Cik Nanie singgah yang kat sini. Ramainye orang. Seolah-olah semua orang kat kawasanni takde dapur nak masak kat umah. Jalan dahle sempit, kereta &amp;amp; motor punyela banyak. Jalan tu la orang jadikan parking &amp;amp; jalan tu la jugak orang &amp;amp; kenderaan nak kluar masuk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Peniaga-peniaga kat sini la yang paling happy. Ape taknye, masa menyembelih dah tiba. Orang yang datang pun main beli jek, tak kira la harga munasabah ke tak. Ade ke harga ayam golek sampai RM15 seekor..bak kata Cik Nanie, Ayamas pun murah!Dah tu roti bom @ roti coin, kecik mcm tu pun diaorang jual seringgit sekeping. Mak aiii...nak kaya cepat gamaknye diaorang nih..tau la nak cari duit raya, tapi jgn la sampai over sangat.Confirm la this is going to be my last time beli kat sini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Lepas buka I was too tired to do anything, nak pi terawih pun tak larat. Pukul 9.30 mlm aku dah tido. Ingat nak jugak bangun makan satu round lagi, tapi tido mati la pulak.So sahur pagi tadilah aku berkesempatan nak mengabiskan makanan semalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Ok guys, it's already 5.00pm now. Time to go home and heading to another Pasar Ramadan. Tekak macam teringin nak makan murtabak, ayam percik, nasi ambang, karipap, roti jala, keuh teow kerang,laksa penang, kole kacang, keropok lekor, kebab daging, nasi dagang, sup ekor, nasi ayam, roti john...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa Kengkawan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3185178657070254257?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3185178657070254257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan-datang-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3185178657070254257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3185178657070254257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan-datang-lagi.html' title='RAMADHAN DATANG LAGI'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7866220478733565458</id><published>2007-08-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARI MENGEMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Penat giler mengemas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Rasanya lepas 3 tahun keje, ini kali pertama we all kat HR (especially aku yang pemalas ni) buat major housekeeping. Kali ni, aku buat pun sebab terpaksa; sebab perubahan seating arrangement department aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Kenapa diubah selepas 3 tahun? Sebabnya, lokasi department aku ni agak terlindung dari pandangan mata umum (deal dgn banyak benda confidential la kononnye) &amp;amp; memang tempat paling strategik untuk para kaki-kaki borak merangkap kaki mengular dalam opis nih dok melepak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Sebenarnya sebelum ni takde hal sangat, tapi lately ni aje ramai bebeno yang suka bersidai kat sini sampai aku pun naik rimas. Kalau bersidai sebab ade urusan dengan orang-orang department aku takpe jugak, ini pantang nampak tuan punya meja takde kat tempatnya, ada je yang menumpang. Selalunye meja driver, Abg Saleh la yang jadik mangsa. Suka suka ati je nak baca newspaper masa waktu kerja. Tak reti-reti nak tunggu time break ke ape. Ada tu pulak boleh duduk bersarapan nasi lemak daun pisang kat sini. Dia ingat ape, kerusi meja kat sini ada iras-iras kerusi meja canteen ke? Tak pun ala-ala cyber cafe sbb ada computer tertonggoh atas meja, boleh makan nasi lemak sambil surf internet. Hampeh betul diaorang nih, kerja aje dah berpuluh tahun, akai tak tahu letak mana. Sungguh aku takleh terima, nak lepak pi la pantry ke, toilet ke ini kau nak melepak apesal la HR jugak yang jadik pilihan. Mangkukz betol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Puas dah aku &amp;amp; Tina sound, tak reti-reti jugak diaorang ni. So pastu, kononnnye nak guna taktik subtle, aku tampal notis &lt;em&gt;'no newspaper reading here during office hours'&lt;/em&gt; kat meja Abg Saleh supaya mereka2 ni paham. Memang paham, diaorg tak lagi melepak kat tempat yang ada notis tu tapi beralih kat mana-mana meja lain dalam department aku yang kosong. Takkan le aku sampai nak tampal notis cenggini kat every meja dalam HR ni. Payah betul la nak kasi manusia2 'lurus bendul' mcm ni paham..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;So disebabkan Pn Shila dah beria soh kitaorang pindah memandangkan Purchasing Department akan combine dgn HRA as 1 department, maybe ni pun cara terbaik utk susun strategi nak elakkan kaki mengular &amp;amp; kaki lepak jadikan kerusi meja kat department aku as port diaorang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Maka akhirnya, terpaksa jugakla mengangkut segala harta benda, sampah sarap, kertas kertis dsb. Tengok jela timbunan kertas-kertas yang dlm simpanan aku. Ini pun 3 beg sampah besar aku mintak K. Yati kasi shredding machine tu makan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113690246851789842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rvd6L577BBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UrLgjUALns4/s320/HPIM0104.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113688580404478930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rvd4q577A9I/AAAAAAAAADM/cuHyrNvUNOU/s320/HPIM0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Benda-benda dalam kotak &amp;amp; atas meja ni sume patutnye kena masuk file, tapi setengah tu, too confidential utk aku pass pada org lain for filing. Nak harap sendiri buat, entah bila la nak setel asik takde time memanjang. Akhirnye, jadikla camni, dok tertimbus kertas. Ni pun aku buat sikit-sikit in between keje-keje lain. Nampaknye tahun 3014 baru siap kot..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Azam aku lepas aku clearkan kertas-kertas ni sume, i will go paperless! Merdeka!! Sumenye aku nak scan &amp;amp; simpan dalam computer jek.. Time tu kalau meja aku bersih berseri jangan cakap aku takde keje pulak ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7866220478733565458?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7866220478733565458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/08/mari-mengemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7866220478733565458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7866220478733565458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/08/mari-mengemas.html' title='MARI MENGEMAS'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rvd6L577BBI/AAAAAAAAADs/UrLgjUALns4/s72-c/HPIM0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3630332021997132222</id><published>2007-08-11T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEIGHBOURHOOD MY ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Since that kelawar incident, me &amp;amp; Cik Nanie are too traumatize to sleep at our own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Despite all the measures taken so that the incident won't happen again, (ayah pasang dawai kat grill so that no serangga atau binatang can enter the house through the front door. He even sealed all the gap/hole on the ceiling, bathroom, kitchen &amp;amp; everywhere else in the house so that we won't scream in the middle of the night (especially Cik Nanie) because a big hairy spider is crawling on our bed), i still dont feel so good to sleep in the house anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us only dropped by the house after work/during weekends to do the laundry, clean the house a bit, pick our tomorrow's working clothes &amp;amp; baju tido then dash back to mum's house. That has been our daily routine for the last 3 weeks or so. I keep telling myself &amp;amp; Cik Nanie that we have to do a thorough housekeeping before we can sleep in our house again. Then only I can sleep peacefully at night knowing that the house is free from freaky animals especially Mr. U**r. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Last week I dreamt that I was bitten by a flying rattle snake while cleaning the bathroom. Damn scary! When I woke up, the first thing I asked Cik Nanie was the time. I was soo relieved when she said it was already 7am because my mum kata mimpi yang terjadi sebelum Subuh ialah mimpi yang ada makna and according tu orang melayu, kalau mimpi ular ni ada kena mengena dengan bab kawin which I definitely want to avoid..haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, back to serangga &amp;amp; my house story, one of my neighbours asked me why I hardly around these days and I told him what happened, selamba badak je dia kata "biasalah tu kat sini mmg banyak binatang masuk rumah"..he told me few incidents in his house which involved bats and snakes. He gave me few tips on how to handle these situation e.g buy badminton rackets to kill the bat and pour hot boiling water to kill the snake (to avoid leaving any trace of its blood in your house sebab according tu orang-orang tua kalau ade U**r mati berdarah kat dalam umah, akan mengundang spesis yang sama ke dalam umah disebabkan ade bau darah tu - betul ke tidak wallahuaklam - but of cos i don't want that to happen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;I think it's a practical idea but a bit too kejam la. I dun have the heart to hit the poor bat to death and just pretend that i'm hitting a shuttlecock. And though snakes make me feel 'geli geleman', rasanye tak sampai ati plak nak jirus air panas kat dia. Futhermore, it's going to be a slow and painful death for Mr. U**r which I think I can't bear to see. Ntah-ntah bila nampak Mr. U**r ni je, takdenya sempat nak masak air panas ke ape. Kot aku terus lari kuar umah adelah, pas tu baru pikir nak call bomba ke polis ke sape-sape yang dirasakan munasabah at that time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said the situation will be worst with the recent land development works nearby. Dengar-dengarnye, there were even wildboars sesat in our neighbourhood! Can't blame them la cos they have nowhere else to go since we have cleared the hutans for the project. Perhaps this is the oppportunity for me to earn some cash selling wildboars tu the vietnamese working in the industrial area. Nasib baik takde gajah melintas, tak pasal2 aku jual gajah kat Royal London Circus plak nanti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Wildboar Satay, anyone?! hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3630332021997132222?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3630332021997132222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-neighbourhood-my-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3630332021997132222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3630332021997132222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-neighbourhood-my-zoo.html' title='MY NEIGHBOURHOOD MY ZOO'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6264014645954994010</id><published>2007-08-01T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* This month marked my third year slaving in this company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* My father celebrates his 60th birthday on the 3rd of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* It's Fab 5 third anniversary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* Malaysia 50th Merdeka celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy August Dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6264014645954994010?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6264014645954994010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/august-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6264014645954994010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6264014645954994010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/august-2007.html' title='AUGUST 2007'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6366855452691342143</id><published>2007-07-24T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Four jobs I've had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) Service Planner with a Pest Control company.&lt;br /&gt;b) Jeans Promoter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;(Jgn tak tau..i can alter jeans, dudes!)&lt;br /&gt;c) Hotel waiter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;(I can hold the tray with one hand while serving the food, skill tuh!)&lt;br /&gt;d) My current career for nearly 3 years : Kulikutive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Four movies I can watch over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) Gila-gila Pengantin Remaja (I watched the vcd more than 10 times oredi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Anak Bapak&lt;br /&gt;c) Down To You&lt;br /&gt;d) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Four places I've lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) Sg Dua, Penang&lt;br /&gt;b) Jengka, Pahang&lt;br /&gt;c) Skudaifornia&lt;br /&gt;d) Senaiville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Four TV shows I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) CSI Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;b) CSI Miami&lt;br /&gt;c) Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;d) NCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Four of my all-time favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) Kissing a Fool- George Michael / Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;b) Di Manakan Ku Cari Ganti – P. Ramlee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;(serious beb, gua suke giler lagu nih)&lt;br /&gt;c) She Left Me – McFly&lt;br /&gt;d) Crazy in Love - Beyonce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;(this song makes me shake my head &amp;amp; my heavy ***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Four of my favourite food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) BBQ Lamb &amp;amp; Chicken&lt;br /&gt;b) Nasi Goreng Paprik Ayam&lt;br /&gt;c) Kueh Teow Goreng with extra egg &amp;amp; chicken&lt;br /&gt;d) Bombay Toast yang Cik Nanie masak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Four things I Like To Do When I'm Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;b) Read&lt;br /&gt;c) Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;d) Berangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Last Four Person that I've called&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Ainie&lt;br /&gt;b) Cik Nanie&lt;br /&gt;c) My Mum’s House&lt;br /&gt;d) My Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Four sites I visit daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Google&lt;br /&gt;b) Yahoo News&lt;br /&gt;c) My Friends' Blog&lt;br /&gt;d) Harian Metro / Berita Harian online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Four places I'd rather be right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) In cinema watching movie&lt;br /&gt;b) Having Massage treat in Bali&lt;br /&gt;c) On my bed sleeping&lt;br /&gt;d) Anywhere except in the Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Four people whom I like to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) My Best Buddy&lt;br /&gt;b) Cikgu Faridah, My Form 6 History Teacher&lt;br /&gt;c) Ella the Queen of Rock!!&lt;br /&gt;d) My Uni-mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Four bloggers I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) Carneyz&lt;br /&gt;b) Best Buddy&lt;br /&gt;c) Cik Nanie&lt;br /&gt;d) Anyone else who wants to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6366855452691342143?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6366855452691342143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6366855452691342143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6366855452691342143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/four.html' title='FOUR...'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2318199402663513118</id><published>2007-07-23T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING - MICHAEL BUBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a falling star, you're the get away car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the swimming pool, on an August day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outer space,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're every minute of my everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't believe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I'm your man,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever comes our way, we'll see it through,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you know that's what our love can do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're every song, and I sing along.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cause you're my everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2318199402663513118?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2318199402663513118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-michael-buble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2318199402663513118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2318199402663513118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-michael-buble.html' title='EVERYTHING - MICHAEL BUBLE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-703397151931668571</id><published>2007-07-21T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASIH LAGI CERITA KELAWAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The next day aku balik dalam keadaan tak berapa confident + was was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauma tu beb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ndak tak ndak terpaksa la beranikan diri gak, kalau tak..sampai bebila pun tak mau tido umah sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi menurut kata Abg Shah, time2 siang ni si kelawar tido &amp;amp; tak agresif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sekali lagi mcm ninja &amp;amp; lampu suluh aku cari la kat mana agaknye dia nak bergayut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir 1/2 jam aku geledah bawah katil, belakang langsir, atas siling, celah perabot, etc tapi tak jumpa. Akhirnya ati rasa lega &amp;amp; confident yang menatang nih dah takde dari umah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru gumbira rasa ati.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nampaknye kegumbiraan ku tak lama,&lt;br /&gt;Tengah kusyuk mengemas bilik tido, tetiba...kelepuk!&lt;br /&gt;seekor kelawar telah jatuh dari atas, betul2 sebelah gue..&lt;br /&gt;Cilakak! ade lagi mamat nih sebenarnye..dalam bilik tido aku pulak tu! Bedebass sungguh! Guna magik kehaper la gaknyer, puas aku carik tadi takde tak alih2 muncul plak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu di jam telah menunjukkan pukul 7.30mlm.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm dia baru bangun tido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepantas kilat aku meluru keluar, sempat gak jeling kat dia yang anytime akan terbang kat aku. Brown karer! macam teddy bear! Tapi muka dia...mak oii ganas! Sempat le aku tutup pintu on time yang menyebabkan kelawar tadi makin penyek hidungnye kerana terlanggar pintu. Padan muka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari tu, sekali lagi aku &amp;amp; Cik Nanie, tido umah parents aku.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kali ni aku dah tau kat mana kau berada En. Kelawar.&lt;br /&gt;Siap kau esok, time kau tido, turn aku pulak nak attack!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;**************************************************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The next day, ayah datang dengan jaring ikan nak tangkap kelawar tu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku standby kat pintu in case kelawar tu keluar aku boleh cepat2 tutup pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kelawar itu dijumpai relax tergantung dalam almari baju aku.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kalut semalam rupanye aku tak sempat nak tutup almari baju... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090307049164249330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RqRnSqcaGPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1L1wHq1kZws/s320/DSC_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ayah dalam proses mengeluarkan kelawar dalam almari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Punye la bijak dia dok bergayut antara kemeja kerja aku. Ceh!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090309097863649554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RqRpJ6caGRI/AAAAAAAAACE/apRFSYT96lA/s320/DSC_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baju-baju gue yang terlibat..kelawar telah melekat di baju putih itu &amp;amp; secara tak langsung bulu badannye confirm terkena baju aku yang kaler biru tu. Harus kena samak dengan klorox + air dari 7 gunung + 7 jenis bunga dari 7 florist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090310373468936482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RqRqUKcaGSI/AAAAAAAAACM/a_eGClpUSpo/s320/DSC_1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Beginilah rupa kelawar yang berjaya mentraumakan tuan rumah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;hingga lari balik kampung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Pesanan kepada para kelawar: Walaupun rumah saya ada pokok rambutan yang sedang lebat berbuah, saya sikit pun tak kisah kalau anda nak berumah atau makan buah tu sekali sebab berkongsi rezeki memang bagus. Tapi tolonglah jangan masuk dalam rumah saya kalau tak reti nak cari jalan keluar lepas tu. (Lainlah kalau korang ada GPS) Lain kali kalau teringin jugak nak masuk umah orang, masuk umah jiran kiri kanan saya pulak okay. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-703397151931668571?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/703397151931668571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/masih-lagi-cerita-kelawar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/703397151931668571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/703397151931668571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/masih-lagi-cerita-kelawar.html' title='MASIH LAGI CERITA KELAWAR'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RqRnSqcaGPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1L1wHq1kZws/s72-c/DSC_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-8852116710024603654</id><published>2007-07-19T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KELAWAR MASUK RUMAH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;It happened early this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;This is the second incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;The first one isn't as scary as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;The first one : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;is a baby bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;stay still in the bathroom tub (hanging upside down of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;senang nak dibuang sebab sungguhla pendiam dan baik budaknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;but this time :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;is an adult bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;quite a big one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Fly crazily around the house looking for way out i guess and in the process knocked himself on every wall and door. (surprisingly tak mati lak tu..sure die hard fan of bruce willis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Fly at me in almost eagle-like'attack mode'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;This is my first direct encounter with a bat, and unfortunately a crazy one. When he flew at me at thot it was a bird. Ala-ala burung layang-layang gitu.Tapi takkan la burung layang-layang seganaz itu. Penat gak la nak mengelak kelawar ni dari terkam aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;In desperate attempt to escape, both of us manage to run to one of the bedroom. Kesian Cik Nanie sampai terantuk idung kat bucu pintu sbb kalut nak lari. Tapi sampai bila la kan nak dok sembunyi kat dalam tu cos there's no way the bat can get out of the house without opening the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Unfortunately kunci rumah kat living hall pulak terlupa nak angkut. Aduss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Nak harapkan dia terantuk kepala kat dinding &amp;amp; mati sebab internal bleeding tu rasanye mustahil la pulak. Aku yang tensen masa tu try nak control panik. And sound effect of Cik Nanie screaming in the background isn't helping me to think a way to get rid of this bat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;In the end the plan goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;one of us has to dash out of the room to take the house keys and if sempat to open the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Lari balik masuk dalam bilik persembunyian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Once we are sure that the bat kuar thru the front door, baru we all kuar from bilik tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;ATAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Tunggu En.Kelawar ni penat then capai kunci kereta and terus cabut lari umah my mum biarkan dia nak terbang macam orang giler dalam umah tu sampai lebam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Tetapi halangannya adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Selain jeritan Cik Nanie yang bukan je menarik perhatian kelawar, jiran serta rukun tetangga, pakaian we all yang &lt;em&gt;'sungguh sopan'&lt;/em&gt; sekali pada masa itu sungguhla tak sesuai nak bukak pintu umah selebar-lebarnya apa lagi nak keluar dari rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Both of us has no suitable baju to go to work tomorrow if we just dash out like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Semua beg kerja &amp;amp; whatever work papers kitaorang ada dalam bilik satu lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Kesimpulannya, ndak tak ndak memang kena halau gak benda alah ni dari umah baru la pastu decide nak buat ape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;From the doorkey hole i can the shadow of it still flying around like mad. Siap kuarkan bunyi2 lagi. It took about 5 minutes before the shadow can't be seen anymore. So i took this chance to run and grab the house keys and open the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Ngam-ngam time tu si kelawar ni entah dari mana boleh timbul balik &amp;amp; menuju ke arah aku. (Confirm hidung dia terbau manusia, lagi2 bau manusia yang tak sempat nak mandi lepas balik keja macam aku ni). Nasib baik sempat masuk semula bilik persembunyian sebelum si kelawar dapat kejar aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Agak 15 minit jugak we all berkurung dalam bilik before rasa confident yang line agak clear. Armed with vacuum cleaner hose (macam ninja, beb), aku try locate kat mana si kelawar tu dengan saspennye sambil doa dalam ati yang dia dah jumpa jalan kuar. Lepas puas mencari, at last aku assume yang kelawar ni dah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Tapi we all still tak confident nak tido umah. Bayangkan bila bangun tido tengok muka kelawar ade kat sebelah. Errghhkk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Tak pun sedar-sedar je kelawar tu tengah isap darah aku, eiii gue belum bersedia nak jadik vampire weh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;So, that night both of us mengangkut kain baju balik umah my parents... keh..keh..keh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Time-time macam nih baru ingat nak balik umah mak...ceh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-8852116710024603654?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8852116710024603654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/kelawar-masuk-rumah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8852116710024603654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8852116710024603654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/kelawar-masuk-rumah.html' title='KELAWAR MASUK RUMAH!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-235663980062689465</id><published>2007-07-17T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU HAVE A DIRTY MIND?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;My Dear Friends (especially those who are in 'TKM' Category),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I would suggest that you try this quiz by clicking the link below. It can certify whether you are really 'TKM' or not. I've tried it and my result is as below. (Jangan jeles, memang sudah ku ketahui betapa innocent &amp;amp; sucinya minda ku ini! Muahahaha!! Piiiraaahh mabuk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is G Rated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Your mind is cleaner than a nun's. You're totally pure. In fact, you often don't catch on to how dirty the world really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TKM aka Tak Kawin Murtad&lt;/strong&gt; refers to mereka-mereka yang dah ditahap kronik wajib kawin disebabkan otak yang sungguh blueeww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-235663980062689465?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/235663980062689465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-have-dirty-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/235663980062689465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/235663980062689465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-have-dirty-mind.html' title='DO YOU HAVE A DIRTY MIND?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6865125250818355759</id><published>2007-07-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE WHO MADE MY WEEKEND..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Is none other than my 2 years old nephew, Hariz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087725444184286066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rps7VedSI3I/AAAAAAAAABc/09ojSlNSwgM/s320/DSC_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087726011119969154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rps72edSI4I/AAAAAAAAABk/A49LdKk9EV0/s320/DSC_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rps4yOdSI2I/AAAAAAAAABU/VnubMmMDchA/s1600-h/DSC_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087722639570641762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rps4yOdSI2I/AAAAAAAAABU/VnubMmMDchA/s320/DSC_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6865125250818355759?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6865125250818355759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-who-made-my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6865125250818355759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6865125250818355759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-who-made-my-weekend.html' title='THE ONE WHO MADE MY WEEKEND..'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Rps7VedSI3I/AAAAAAAAABc/09ojSlNSwgM/s72-c/DSC_1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3784264175642056033</id><published>2007-07-09T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEARLY A VICTIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Friday an Indian lady claiming to be from Ambank called me. She spoke too fast, I can't get what her name was. I didnt asked her back, as it wasn't seem important at that time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She then asking me whether I have credit card from Ambank. Again, it didnt trigger anything yet because to me it was normal question by bank people. She explained that she need to make confirmation to activate my insurance and discount card and in order for that she has to know my credit card no.Without thinking, I gave her my credit card no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, this is the part that make me started to feel suspiscious.She asked me to turn to the back of my credit card and asked me the last 3 digit of the number there. WOOAH! That was it! Masa ni, my waras part start to awake. I never apply any discount card or insurance and as far as I know there's no such promo when I sign up for this card. Sah, this lady is a fraud!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, I remembered one email I received about how credit card fraud syndicate works. They will menyamar as bank officer or ape2 jelah in a very convincing and subtle way until the victim didn't realise to whom they were disclosing the P&amp;amp;C details to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I asked her name again, she refuse to tell me and stressed that she's from Ambank. She said whatever details she need from me is a standard bank procedures &amp;amp; in order for them to activate my insurance &amp;amp; discount card she need to get my card details. Furious, i told her that if she really from Ambank, the bank should have my details. And as far as i know, normally the bank will asked the cardholder's mothers maiden name or other payment/accounts related questions but never on the cardholder's verification code.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And guess what, she hung up the phone. By this time I know I nearly become a victim of a credit card fraud syndicate. Thank god for the forwarded emails I received on this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I straight away called Ambank, gave them the number which the lady called me. Ambank confirmed that the number is not their number and they don't have that kind of offer or promotion. I tried to call the number which the lady used to call me, but cannot get through as the line is busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So guys, be careful with the phone call you receive from people claiming to be from bank or whoever trying to get confidential details of your credit cards. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After this, if you receive a call from 03 2021 7323, please be aware. You might save yourself from being a victim of this syndicate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3784264175642056033?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3784264175642056033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/nearly-victim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3784264175642056033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3784264175642056033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/nearly-victim.html' title='NEARLY A VICTIM...'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-117794228412899757</id><published>2007-07-01T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DILEMMA OF A LATE RISER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;I think for the last 3 months I have been late to work almost everyday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;What to do, i wasn't a natural born early riser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Kalau korang tengok cerekarama kat TV3 sabtu lepas, 'Malang Hari bla bla bla' tu kisah pasal satu mamat yang liat nak bangun pagi. Yup, sebijik macam aku, tapi takdela sampai malang bertimpa2 macam kes mamat nih. Dahle kena buang keje sebab lambat masuk opis, pastu keta kena tarik, then bini dia yang dah tak tahan dengan perangai dia lak tinggalkan dia, pastu umah terbakar. Everything happen in the same day. Sadis sungguh kalau jadik mcm tu. Masa citer ni my mum apa lagi amik kesempatan la perli aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Inilah masalah aku yang paling bermasalah sekali. Susah giler nak bangun pagi. I thought things will change by moving out from my parents house and staying nearer to the office. Kononnya kalau terlambat bangun skit takpe sebab rumah dekat dengan opis. Tapi nampaknye lagi hampeh, cos there's no one to nag and bang my bedroom door. Even then, there were time when I sleep like a log and wont budge at all despite all the door banging stint my mum did every morning. Lagipun, masa tu boleh ar nak kata traffic jam ke, dok jauh ker sekarang dah dok sekangkang kera pun lambat gak, ape mau cerita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;I've adjusted the time in my handphones, clock and watch 15 to 30 minutes earlier. But everytime the alarm goes off every morning, i just turn it off right away and continue sleeping. Bila 'alarm clock bergerak' aku, Cik Nanie dok kejut, confirm aku mintak 5 minit yang in the end akan jadik 30 minit. Aku pun satu tak reti bahasa gak, saje cari nahas. Sometimes i simply stay in bed because I know that i have extra 30 minutes to spend. Betuk gak kata Cik Nanie, there's no point for me to set all my watch and alarm even 1 hour earlier pun, if I only jump out of the bed in the last few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;So kesimpulannye, pindah sebelah opis pun tak guna kalau habit buruk susah bangun pagi ni tak diubah. Sebab tu la aku sokong usul CUEPACS untuk waktu kerja fleksible. Lagi bagus kalau dipanjangkan ke syarikat swasta &amp;amp; I'll be the first to volunteer. Balik lambat takpe janji aku takyah bangun pagi. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Camne nak bangun pagi nih? Isk..Isk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-117794228412899757?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/117794228412899757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/06/dilemma-of-late-riser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/117794228412899757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/117794228412899757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/06/dilemma-of-late-riser.html' title='DILEMMA OF A LATE RISER'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4652557777980765720</id><published>2007-06-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MENGENANGMU - KERISPATIH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Takkan pernah habis air mataku&lt;br /&gt;Bila ku ingat tentang dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hanya kau yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa sampai saat ini ku masih sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah disana kau rindu padaku&lt;br /&gt;Meski kita kini ada di dunia berbeda&lt;br /&gt;Bila masih mungkin waktu berputar&lt;br /&gt;Kan kutunggu dirimu …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah ku simpan&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;aku kan ada di sana&lt;br /&gt;Tenanglah diriku dalam kedamaian&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah cintaku kau tak terlihat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Namun cintamu abadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Currently macam suke lagu nih... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;I think I have to add a bit to this entry due to the misunderstanding caused after I posted this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;There's no hidden meaning or reminiscing old love or whatever, i just simply love this song. Yes i know, once i'm a fan of 'i-cant-get-over-you' songs, and maybe if this song was released earlier I might love this song because of the message it conveys, but not anymore. And true, most of the songs I posted here sometimes describe the mood / situation i was in at that moment but this time is an exception. I cant relate to this kind of song anymore since what I feel now is just the opposite. I've gotten over my 'can't-get-over-you' period long ago. SO I hope it will clear the misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4652557777980765720?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4652557777980765720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/06/mengenangmu-kerispatih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4652557777980765720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4652557777980765720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/06/mengenangmu-kerispatih.html' title='MENGENANGMU - KERISPATIH'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5002129351987346791</id><published>2007-06-13T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HULLOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lama giler tak update!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rasa macam dah terlepas 4 zaman dinasour since aku last update blog ni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bukan tak nak update tapi takde masa.Lagi-lagi semenjak dua ni, minat nak ambik gambar mengalahkan minat nak memblog walaupun banyak benda yang aku nak tulis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang pastinya, sejak ada bos baru ni, ringan skit ati aku nak pi kerja. Yahoo! Seriously, rasa separuh beban terlepas dari bahu aku &amp;amp; tak payahla lagi aku nak masuk meeting2 berjam-jam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang paling best setakat nih, aku rasa macam free sikit nak bercuti ke ape..Dapat ler aku merayap ke sana sini melayan kamera. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So kalau aku dah lama tak update kat sini, maknanye aku tengah sibuk bercuti-cuti Malaysia, mengasah skill menangkap gambar yang masih lagi di tahap longkang atau sibuk mengupdate fotopages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;This entry is just to let you all know that I'm still alive &amp;amp; kicking, and will update soon............... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;C y'all later folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5002129351987346791?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5002129351987346791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/06/hulloo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5002129351987346791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5002129351987346791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/06/hulloo.html' title='HULLOO!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7150710602604496291</id><published>2007-05-08T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KERANAMU DURIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RkCMHAn0vRI/AAAAAAAAABM/CV-Tnej4-Sg/s1600-h/494082_durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062200033218444562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RkCMHAn0vRI/AAAAAAAAABM/CV-Tnej4-Sg/s320/494082_durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harga durian melambung tinggi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disebabkan teringin sangat nak makan durian, mlm tadi aku &amp;amp; Cik Nanie pi la mencari. Punye la terkejut beruk, durian RM6 SEKILO. Mamat yang jual tu kata RM6 tu pun dah murah sebab dia jual RM7 SEKILO masa siang hari. Aku tawar-tawar pun tak dapat sedangkan yang aku tau harga durian kat Johor sekarang ni RM5 SEKILO. Itu pun aku rasa dah mahal giler kalau bandingkan dengan harga musim-musim sebelumnya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akhirnya aku tak jadi beli dengan mamat tu atas harganya yang cekik darah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all gi la ronda carik kat tempat lain. Jumpa satu kedai apek ni. Durian dia comel-comel belaka. Tapi harganya...masyaalah! RM12 SEKILO!!Melopong+terkejut bapak beruk aku &amp;amp; Cik Nanie! Kalau ada lalat sure dah masuk dalam mulut kitaorang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apek tu dengan cerianya kata, time siang durian tu RM15 SEKILO, so RM12 ni kira special offer sebab kedai nak tutup. Siap kasi guarantee yang we all takkan menyesal beli durian dia.Bodek punye bodek akhirnya, apek tu setuju kira RM10 untuk SEBIJI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;durian. Last-last, aku amik 3 biji durian dengan harga RM30 semuanya setakat nak lepas rasa mengidam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sesungguhnya, memang berbaloi beli. Sungguh best, menyesal pulak beli 3 biji je. Kalau tau cukupkan aje beli 5 biji terus. Confirm lepas ni aku akan jadikan apek tu bestfren. Mudah-mudahan dapat diskaun lebih lagi, tak pun bole kasi free..Muahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story: Belilah durian waktu malam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7150710602604496291?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7150710602604496291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/keranamu-durian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7150710602604496291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7150710602604496291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/keranamu-durian.html' title='KERANAMU DURIAN'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RkCMHAn0vRI/AAAAAAAAABM/CV-Tnej4-Sg/s72-c/494082_durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2521104816574137902</id><published>2007-05-03T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAPSHOTS OF PANTAI PENYABONG MERSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Just wanna share few photos that i've taken during my stay in Endau Beach Resort, Mersing last week using the new camera. Mersing indeed have beautiful beaches and one of it is Pantai Penyabong which located right in front of the resort i've stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060368697818135810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RjoKhQn0vQI/AAAAAAAAABE/jIzvKIxISjA/s320/pantai+penyabong,+mersing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know the name of these islands but according to the resort staffs, they used to have island hopping package for resort guests interested to go to the islands nearby. Tapi sayang, it was discontinue because lack of staffs to maintain the boats &amp;amp; its equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060367271888993522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RjoJOQn0vPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/24lTVY7wIoE/s320/jeti+penyabong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;You can see a lot of fishermen boats &amp;amp; activities at this jetty. This photo was taken right after i arrived at the resort. Rasanye dah pukul 7 lebih kot masa tu and I was too tired to walk to the jetty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So cuma dapat amik gambar dari jauh je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060366580399258850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RjoImAn0vOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3dSFZSjqcZ8/s320/seashell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kulit siput, kulit kerang &amp;amp; batu kerikil memang banyak bersepah kat pasir laut ni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060366047823314130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RjoIHAn0vNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xP3rZAzzAzs/s320/jeti+pantai+penyabong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A day view of the jetty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Any of you who love beaches, wanted privacy, maybe can stay here. Jangan risau anda tak akan diganggu &amp;amp; mengganggu sebab takde line pun kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all kaki mandi laut, beware, banyak batu-batu tajam dalam laut ni. Kalau tak hati-hati, mau luka kaki nanti. Maybe the spot where i chose to mandi is not suitable kot, sebab Carn kata ada spot yang lagi best kat sebelah atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further details of this place &amp;amp; more photos, please check carneyz blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;p/s: my deepest condolence to our tea lady &amp;amp; family for the loss of her son during the drowning incident in Air Papan Beach the same weekend. Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas roh arwah. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2521104816574137902?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2521104816574137902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/snapshots-of-pantai-penyabong-mersing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2521104816574137902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2521104816574137902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/snapshots-of-pantai-penyabong-mersing.html' title='SNAPSHOTS OF PANTAI PENYABONG MERSING'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RjoKhQn0vQI/AAAAAAAAABE/jIzvKIxISjA/s72-c/pantai+penyabong,+mersing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3623864862424541233</id><published>2007-04-27T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;It's a long holiday week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Yeehaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;For the first time my boss let me &amp;amp; Tina to take leave on the same day. Itupun sebab kengkononnya nak pi holiday beramai-ramai dengan Fab 5 + Tina &amp;amp; Family + Cik Nanie. Plan sikit punye mcm-mcm..nak pi penang la, nak pi genting la bla bla bla...In the end, due to some technical problem which is too lengthy to explain, each of us opt to pick our own holiday destination. (ish! Ish! cancel lagik..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Most of the resorts / hotels in Malaysia are fully book eventhough i tried to book 1 week in advance. Last2 gi Mersing dengan Carn. Will be going with my family &amp;amp; will meet Carn &amp;amp; hubby the day after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hmm..i never been to Mersing. Tak taula tempat ni best ke tak. Tapi, people say that the beaches &amp;amp; the scenery there is beautiful. Apalagi, masa untuk mengangkut Baby D &amp;amp; ambil gambar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Yeehaa skali lagi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3623864862424541233?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3623864862424541233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3623864862424541233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3623864862424541233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-holidays.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6658880656863287678</id><published>2007-04-19T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;YEAY! I finally own a DSLR camera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;Sejak beli digital camera 2 tahun lepas aku dah lama mengidam nak upgrade ke DSLR. Tapi tiap kali nak beli ada je halangan. Penah gak aku hold dulu decision nak beli sebab terlalu pening akibat terlalu banyak survey and baca review sampai tak tau nak beli yang mana satu. Disebabkan malas nak fikir lagi, akhirnya, minggu lepas aku nekad tutup mata, pekakkan hati &amp;amp; koyakkan poket supaya duit aku boleh terbang melayang ke peti duit tokeh kedai kamera tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Impian awal nak beli D70s, tapi bila dapat tahu D70s ni dah discontinue aku pun mcm 'lost' gitu. Nak sambar D80, tak tersanggup rasanye nak keluarkan nearly 5K memandangkan ke'pro'an aku yang masih ditahap longkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Akhirnya setelah menimbangtara pendapat ahlil-ahlil kamera dan artikel2 yang aku baca, aku beli Nikon D40 yang dilabel sebagai entry level DSLR. Good enough for me as a beginner. And the price is reasonable, at least i got to save the extra money to upgrade to a better lense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055044742774825586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RicgaSjMonI/AAAAAAAAAAk/D9LTBgQG_ks/s320/Nikon-D40-lg.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;Masih tak berkesempatan nak betul-betul duduk &amp;amp; bereksperimen dengan kamera ni. Aku masih lagi merangkak-rangkak belajar features yang ada. It's going to be ages before I'll be able to take pictures like my best buddy &amp;amp; those in Digital Camera Magazines tu agaknye. Sekarang ni rasa macam nak travel every weekend and try to experiment with this baby. Heheh...i'm looking forward to my trip to Bali this September. Can't wait! Hopefully by then, I've already mastered if not all most of the camera functions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;p/s: Ayang, I'm in your club now! :) Ade 2nd hand lense nak jual? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6658880656863287678?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6658880656863287678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-58309026650646659</id><published>2007-03-20T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERESTING TRIVIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The opposite sides of a dice cube always add up to seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Zealand is home to 4 million people and 70 million sheep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your mouth produces 1 litre (1.8 pints) of saliva a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand and "lollipop" with your right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sentence: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter of the alphabet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (otherwise known as palindromes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tremendous, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: "abstemious" and "facetious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almonds are a member of the peach family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;No two zebras have stripes that are exactly alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS OF 2006, 200 million blogs were left &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; updates!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(adakah blog anda termasuk dalam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;statistik ini?! Sendri mau ingat la kan..heheh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-58309026650646659?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/58309026650646659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting-trivia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/58309026650646659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/58309026650646659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/interesting-trivia.html' title='INTERESTING TRIVIA'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7546279032607396227</id><published>2007-03-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARLIGHT - MUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;This ship is taking me far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;Starlight I will be chasing the starlight&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of my life&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;You electrify my life&lt;br /&gt;Let's conspire to re-ignite&lt;br /&gt;All the souls that would die just to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promised not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;This ship is taking me far away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promise not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;br /&gt;You in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7546279032607396227?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7546279032607396227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/starlight-muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7546279032607396227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7546279032607396227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/starlight-muse.html' title='STARLIGHT - MUSE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2580353243617342027</id><published>2007-03-17T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;I'm officially &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;, people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Hahah..i already passed the big three O and it won't be long before the next digit hit my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Q: So,ape perasaan setelah jadi tua lagi setahun? 31 tu agak tua tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;A: Takde perasaan. Memetik kata-kata Bernard Baruch "To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am" hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Q: Birthday wish(es)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;A: To be able to do anything that i wanna do and to have whatever i want..(boleh jawab gitu?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Q: How much do you think you have changed over the years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;A: Apart from my weight, I think i haven't changed much. i'm still the same 'giler' person as i was years back. I'm still 'ganas' despite my parents effort to train me to be more ladylike (haha), I'm still afraid of long term commitment and yang paling penting people still say that i look younger than my real age..(ayat perasan awet muda). The only difference now i'm living on my own, i have more freedom, i've worked with few companies thus more immune to office politics and backstabbing, i've been through and survived the darkest moments of my life. Overall i can say that i'm now more experienced (ceh! ayat standard) and i've achieved most of the things i've worked for in life. Tapi, (dengan merendah dirinye) I'm still working on achieving the rest of my dreams and still hoping for the best in my life . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;For me my birthday is just like any ordinary day. Nothing special and nothing to be fussed about. I dun mind if people dun remember my birthday and i dun mind if there's no celebration or watsover. I want it to pass as quiet and as ordinary as possible. Tapi, I do appreciate people's effort to remember my birthday. Be it a surprise celebration or a wish, it never fail to touch my heart that people around me do remember the date of my existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Thanks to my housemate for organizing the surprise midnite celebration and the celebration the day after. Also thanks to my Aini &amp;amp; Fazrul for the wonderful celebration aka sesi tunjuk bakat at Redbox. I think the triangle shape birthday cake is very creative and (understanding?), the candles that were supposed to represent my age was replaced by strawberries and there's only one small candles in the middle of the cake. Sadly, this year Carn and Jen were not here to celebrate my birthday but thank you guys for still remembering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;And thanks to the rest of you for the birthday gifts and wishes. Tahun depan buat la lagi ;) hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2580353243617342027?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2580353243617342027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2580353243617342027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2580353243617342027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/day.html' title='THE DAY'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3502908841610466577</id><published>2007-03-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOULD YOU QUIT YOUR JOB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 41%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, you don't have the worst job in the world, but it's not great.And don't worry, you're not the problem - your company is. Start looking around for another job, even if you're not totally fed up. Because in time, you're going to be dying to quit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahahah...how true!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mari mengapply kerja lain!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Try yours at http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3502908841610466577?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3502908841610466577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-you-quit-your-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3502908841610466577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3502908841610466577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-you-quit-your-job.html' title='SHOULD YOU QUIT YOUR JOB?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3211488808195391700</id><published>2007-03-15T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL ME, FIRE ME, SACK ME (SO I DONT HAVE TO GO TO WORK ANYMORE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Nowadays I wish everyday is Friday so I don't have to work the next day. I wish every weekdays morning is Saturday so when I wake up I know it's weekend and I still have one more day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sunday night because I know I have to go to work the next day. I hate Monday morning because I have to prepare myself for another 5 days of mental tortures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selingan : Back in my childhood days, I don't know why but I hate Tuesday. Sampai sekarang ni kalau aku pikir-pikir balik pun aku tak tau kenapa. Rasa-rasanye sebab hari selasa takde rancangan yang best kat tv kot. Pastu bila dah masuk sekolah menengah I hate Monday &amp;amp; Wednesday cos ade band practice. Kenapa tak suke? Sebab seniors ni garang giler kalah serigala jadian. All of the juniors was really terrified of these seniors. Even dengan cikgu pun kitaorang tak takut macam tu. I'll get queasy stomach and sweaty palms on these two days cos each band practice session is a real mental and physical torture especially bila drilling &amp;amp; field practice, except for certain days that we did the concert practice inside the hall kadar penderaan berkurang sikit. Bila kat U pulak, the only days yang aku tak suka ialah ari yang ade kelas pukul 8 pagi and ari yang ada kelas malam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when i started working here, i love every working days and I dread long holidays and weekends. Now, it has turned to be competely opposite. My existing demotivation is further 'enhanced' by this meaningless meeting that i was 'forced' to attend. Maybe I'm getting tired of the red tape, office politics and finger pointing and neverending discussions of the same issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I wish I'm only a clerk. Pukul 8.30 pagi masuk keje pastu 5.30ptg balik umah. Akhir bulan dapat gaji. Tak payah nak pening sampai tak boleh tido ingat pasal assigment keje yang berlambak. Tak payah nak menjawab kat top management kalau department tak achieve target. Tak payah nak abiskan masa 4-5 jam seari dok dalam blamestorming and finger pointing session!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Monday!!&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Friday Morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE WORKING DAYS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3211488808195391700?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3211488808195391700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/kill-me-fire-me-sack-me-so-i-dont-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3211488808195391700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3211488808195391700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/kill-me-fire-me-sack-me-so-i-dont-have.html' title='KILL ME, FIRE ME, SACK ME (SO I DONT HAVE TO GO TO WORK ANYMORE)'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3749242516723293144</id><published>2007-03-13T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:25:33.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKU YANG RISAU TAPI MALAS NAK PI CHECKUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;I think i'm going to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;My health is seriously deteriorating..Or maybe it's just a normal aging process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Been down with high fever for a week. Dah 3 round antibiotik aku makan, tapi mcm tak totally cure pun. Ada masa badan still panas and ada masa macam nak pitam la pulak. Sakit sendi badan jangan citer la, I wish i have personal massuer (betul ke eja dia ni?) at home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Doktor kata blood pressure normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Nak kata denggi, gusi &amp;amp; hidung tak berdarah lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Doktor kata maybe sebab tonsil aku dah bengkak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Should i take it seriously and worry or am i just a hypochondraic?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;AM I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;A hypochondriac is preoccupied with his/her health and body while I am far far away from that. People closest to me won't label me as stubborn if I'm so concerned about my health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;But then, I'm pretty hell sure that my body immunization is not as excellent as it always be. Nak pi medical checkup mcm malas la pulak (see, that's one proof that i'm a very un-hypochondriac). Entah-entah ada HIV kot? Aiyo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Lately, kaki pulak sakit semacam. Semalam Cik Nani kata ligamen kaki aku bengkak. Sebab tu aku menjerit macam org giler masa kena urut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Demam, pitam, sakit badan, sakit kaki, tonsil, batuk, selsema...ish! ish! banyaknye penyakit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dah tua dah aku ni..rasa-rasanye sume orang yg melalui proses penuaan pun rasa mcm ni gaknye kot?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3749242516723293144?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3749242516723293144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/aku-yang-risau-tapi-malas-nak-pi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3749242516723293144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3749242516723293144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/aku-yang-risau-tapi-malas-nak-pi.html' title='AKU YANG RISAU TAPI MALAS NAK PI CHECKUP'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-8001907589334567052</id><published>2007-03-13T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED: MY DESKTOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RfkLg4EbsHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S1_BPYGe49o/s1600-h/HAriz+screen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042073917252677746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RfkLg4EbsHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S1_BPYGe49o/s320/HAriz+screen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally i got time to do this...Sorry Carn, i'm a bit illiterate when it comes to the technical aspect of the computer. (Berkecahnye desktop aku...hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution : 1024 by 768 pixel (right clik/properties/setting)&lt;br /&gt;Laptop, LCD or CRT monitor : CRT monitor&lt;br /&gt;Been using this desktop since : July ke August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kaedah (tiru Carn punye blog) :Hit "Print Scrn" button (sblh F12) &gt; paste kat paint/adobe photoshop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tengok desktop :&lt;br /&gt;1. Pn. Imah&lt;br /&gt;2. Best Buddy&lt;br /&gt;3. En. Bobby (kalau dah ade masa buat la yek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell em' that u already tag them..pastu suh bagitau korang bila diaorg dah buat. (tiru blog Carn lagik...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-8001907589334567052?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8001907589334567052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-my-desktop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8001907589334567052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8001907589334567052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-my-desktop.html' title='TAGGED: MY DESKTOP'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/RfkLg4EbsHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/S1_BPYGe49o/s72-c/HAriz+screen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5520201288595897702</id><published>2007-02-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED: 6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I've been tagged by Imah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;/strong&gt; People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.... (sorry Imah, aku pun ciplak RULES ni dari blog kau)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have this weird phobia of matchbox / matches which up till today i dont know why I have it. Normally, i'd try my best not to touch or use the matches. Macam geli giler gitu. Kalau terpegang atau terpaksa gak gunakan, aku akan basuh tangan kalah orang yang ade OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). i think i'm the only one who has it kot, couldn't find the scientific name for it. Tapi scientific name for 'phobia of chopstick' ade la pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;p/s: Try check this website out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://phobialist.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://phobialist.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;. You'll find all sorts of phobia names. Can you believe there is such thing as "Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth" (scientifically called Arachibutyrophobia)? And do you know that Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the name for those who have fear of long words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nama pun dah panjang. Imagine how the person who suffer this phobia nak sebut nama tu..kesian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Selalu laga gigi bila tido malam. Aku tak tau la camne, sebab selalunya bila berlaga tu memang aku tak sedar. Kata orang, gigi si pelaga ni akan berlaga lagi kuat bila orang tu tengah stress. Benda ni memang dah ada kat aku dari kecik lagi and sampai sekarang tak jumpa lagi cure dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Will sleep without taking out my disposable contact lense whenever i'm too tired, too lazy or forgot to buy the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yang ni aku tak tau la pelik ke tak. Aku rasa biasa jek tapi Cik Nani kata pelik sebab aku suka makan buah especially buah limau, oren atau tomato dengan asam boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Suka gosok gigi. Tiap kali lepas makan (tak kiralah makan ape pun) mesti gosok gigi. Tiap kali bangun tido tak kira pagi petang siang malam, tido kejap ke tido lama mesti gosok gigi. Kalau tak aku mesti rasa tak selesa. Siap ada standby berus and ubat gigi kat opis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tiap kali makan kena ada lauk ayam. Walaupun beribu pinggan lauk dihidang atas meja tapi kalau takde lauk ayam aku rasa macam takde selera, tak complete &amp;amp; serupa macam tak makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Tag Victim: Ainie, Carn, Jen, Cik Nanie &amp;amp; En. Bobby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5520201288595897702?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5520201288595897702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagged-6-weird-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5520201288595897702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5520201288595897702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagged-6-weird-things-about-me.html' title='TAGGED: 6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7045171828169362396</id><published>2007-01-24T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMBANG AL-NGARUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seminggu sejak aku implement procedure baru yang En Otai kena buat 2 kali sehari, dia tak penah datang awal or ada kat opis. Meaning, daily checklist yang dia kena isi before 8.45am tu memang orang lain yang kena cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isnin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emergency Leave (Reason: Sedara kawin. Tak munasabah betul sedara nak kawin tak tau date awal2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selasa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Masuk lambat sebab amik ubat kat hospital &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;MC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khamis &amp;amp; Jumaat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Compassionate Leave (kakak mati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Ari ni aku memang panas ati betul! Sampai bila tah orang lain nak menjawab keje dia yang tak semenggah tu. tensen! tensen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat tadi aku nak tergelak tengok meja Rahman berkecah maut. HaH! Amek kau! Selama ni meja aku &amp;amp; Tina je yang serabai dot dot..sekarang bila dah buat task reshuffle baru tau, lagi2 bila otai takde, dia lak kena memangku keje En. Otai yang budiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;LET IT OUT..YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sabar rasanye nak tunggu weekend. Apsal tah minggu ni macam minggu kepala otak aku berasap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Dapat melalak kat redbox best gak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Tak pun tengok movie antu yang tengah bersepah kat panggung sekarang ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waktu orang menjerit sakan time suspen tu aku join la sekaki. Orang jerit seram, aku plak jerit lepas geram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CARIK KEJE BARU?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tadi masa scan keje2 yang suitable untuk Cik Nanie, sempat gak curi2 pandang kot-kot ade yang sesuai untuk aku. Rasa macam nak berhijrah ke Penang plak lepas ni. Kalau Tina jadik pindah, ikut dia merantau pi Lahat Datu pun cara gak. Ntah la, gile keharuk ape ntah aku minggu ni. Tak ingat aku masih dalam bond lagi. Tapi kalau offer bagus, bayar jelah dari maintain stuck kat underground tunnel ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately ada macam-macam yang berenang dalam otak aku. Mimpi pun ngarut2 jek. Ade ke mimpi katak masuk dalam PDA pastu rupanye katak tu adalah seekor cicak yang berkulit mcm buaya. This weird animal INSIDE MY PDA! logik tak logik la...Eh, sat ni aku baru terpikir. Aku rasa mimpi ni nak bagitau something yang aku dah tau. That I'm not what exactly as people sees me. There's this other side of me. Ye la tu kot. Orang tengok aku macam katak tapi aku sebenarnya adalah cicak bertopengkan kulit buaya. Muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh...ape nak kisah. bukan ke semua ni dah terbiasa. I'm experiencing one of the year's low down cranky days caused by my so-called career. Nanti-nanti ok balik kot. Masa tu semangat melambung2, pastu turun skit n naik balik. Sebijik macam pasaran saham. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talking about saham, orang2 kat opis tengah sibuk join this investment scheme. Macam best je return dia, teringin gak nak join. Tapi each time diajak dengar maleh pulak nak gi. Seriously, the return is damn attractive weh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Aci tak kalau blasah je masuk tapi skip bab-bab dengar briefing ni?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;KES JEJAK KASIH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh ye, ari tu aku jumpa balik kawan lama. Lama dah aku carik mamat ni. Sejak dia break dengan member aku, terus ilang menyepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last skali aku jumpa tahun 2002 masa tu siap banyak 'cover' lagi sampai mama &amp;amp; ayah ingat dia dah nak kawen n soh aku ikut jejak langkah dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau tau tahun ni aku boleh terjumpa balik dengan dia. Itu pun by accident. Dekat je rupanye ingatkan dah merantau ke Italy ke Maghribi ke. Yang aku ni puas la mencari bagai nak giler. Memang tak pass lagi nak jadik P.I kalau camni, nak carik sorang kawan yang ilang pun makan masa bertahun tak jumpa. Kalau buat bisnes penyiasat persendirian sure bungkus punye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dijadikan filem, rupanye we all puas cari each other, tapi camne nak jumpa memasing tukar nombor baru. Anyway, aku hepi gak ar jumpa dia ni balik. At least bole menambahkan list 'yang terlibat' from side aku nanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai sekarang aku still memikir nak buat kat mana..tapi yang penting kena pilih sape undangannye dulu. So far, aku punye memang ciput abis. Dapat 3,4 orang dari sini pun kira okla. Ahh, tu sume lama lagi storynye. Ape pun tak arrange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Handle one thing at a time first. Yang penting nak gi Bali dulu. Dapat buat aromatheraphy massage..mesti best giler! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bila la dapat gi ni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;Nak gi Bali Nak gi Bali Nak gi Bali Nak gi Bali Nak gi Bali ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7045171828169362396?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7045171828169362396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/sembang-al-ngaruts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7045171828169362396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7045171828169362396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/sembang-al-ngaruts.html' title='SEMBANG AL-NGARUTS'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2962618402233105283</id><published>2007-01-20T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPIAN YANG GILER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Giler ke aku kalau tahun ni aku nak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beli laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bajet:RM3500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beli Digital SLR camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bajet: RM4000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beli PDA baru (my dream DOPOD 818)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bajet:RM2100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pi trip ke bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bajet:RM3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pi trip ke Kuching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bajet:RM2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pasang sport rim kat B-Tam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bajet:RM1500 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confirm aku memang giler!!! RM16100!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mana nak korek dalam setahun!! Muahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2962618402233105283?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2962618402233105283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/impian-yang-giler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2962618402233105283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2962618402233105283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/impian-yang-giler.html' title='IMPIAN YANG GILER'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4561202408367267316</id><published>2007-01-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIPS OF AN ANGEL - HINDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lagu ni my current fav...best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now.&lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice say my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4561202408367267316?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4561202408367267316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/lips-of-angel-hinder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4561202408367267316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4561202408367267316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/lips-of-angel-hinder.html' title='LIPS OF AN ANGEL - HINDER'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7293600745869958425</id><published>2007-01-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TENTANG KERJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Lately ni nak update pun takde idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dah dekat sebulan 2007 ni so far life ok ok je. Better than 2006, alhamdulilah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kenapa this year setakat ni aku rasa better dari tahun lepas? Aku pun heran gak sebenarnye. Kalau ikutkan sama je kadar huru hara &amp;amp; stress tu. Penyumbang utama stress aku ape lagi kalau tak benda2 kat opis ni &amp;amp; diikuti dengan life kat luar opis. Tapi bila aku pikir2 balik, rasanye mungkin sekarang life aku kat luar opis lebih aman &amp;amp; lebih tenang. Tinggal nak control jiwa tang bab bab kat opis ni jelah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Kat opis awal-awal tahun ni biasalah, huru hara skit especially lepas dapat surat increment sume tu. Pening betul nak melayan. Ada la segelintir yang tak puas ati. Yang berpangkat atas-atas dok komplen pada Pn. Shila &amp;amp; yang berpangkat bawah-bawah dok komplen pada aku. Yang dok komplen kat belakang sesama sendiri pun sure ramai rasanye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yang peliknya (walaupun aku sebenarnya tak pelik pun), mereka-mereka yang jumpa aku nak meluahkan rasa tak puas ni kebanyakannnya (bukan semua) staff yang bermasalah. Diaorang kata Head diaorang ni berdendam dengan diaorang la, dah buat keje macam nak mampus tapi increment sikit la, bla bla bla..Tapi untuk orang-orang ni, tak payah la nak klentong aku. Dah korang yang tak buat keje ikut arahan camne nakla Head korang nak rekemen rating bagus. In fact, masa my daily walkabout round pun, memang selalu nampak muka-muka bermasalah ni buat masalah. And kerana diaorang ni gak la aku selalu kena buat rondaan mengejut walaupun masa weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Tahun ni kira tough gak le. Misi utama: Nak mengorganize semula servis department aku &amp;amp; upgrade kepala otak orang-orangnye. Cabaran yang dah tersedia nak handle staff otai kat department aku yang sorang ni. But this year I'm determine to do it, takkan pasal kelemauan dia semua orang kena tempias. Keje dah la slow, berkira pulak tu, banyak excuse, uncooperative, banyak sgt attend personal issue waktu kerja. Bila waktu appraisal melenting sebab dapat teruk. Bukan aku saje nak dengki ke ape tapi kena fair la dengan yang lain. Dah orang lain kena cover keje dia, takkan aku nak bagi dia rating 5 bintang pulak. Dahle tu, dok hasut staff sana sini biar tak puas ati dengan company. Ade ke patut. Ye la aku pun kadang2 tak puas ati gak dengan company, ada masa nyampah dengan top management, tapi aku sedar status aku sebagai staff HR &amp;amp; peranan staff HR ni nak bridge the gap between employee-employer bukan makin keruhkan keadaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;En. Otai ni pulak jumpa dengan Pn. Shila sebab tak puas ati dengan aku. Nak ngadu yang kononnya aku bagi rating tak fair, tapi muahahaha (ketawa setan) dia kena bambu balik. Sampai in the end Pn. Shila soh dia mintak maaf dengan aku. Nasib baik la engkau nak retire tahun ni En. Otai. Tapi sebenarnye kalau engkau ada ke takde pun sama gak. Buat penat je aku buat Job Description untuk kau tapi keje kau orang lain yang buat. Biarla staff bawah aku tak ramai tapi semua bole buat keje daripada ade ramai tapi setakat jadi perhiasaan &amp;amp; menambahkan overhead cost aje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Dulu time exBOS memang dia lepas tangan abis. I got to know the good news first and I have to tell the bad news. Semua orang suka nak sampaikan berita baik. In fact, semua orang nak jadi the first one to tell someone the good news. Tapi bila time bad news semua mengelak. Lagi-lagi keje kat HR ni, bila strict skit orang dah menyampah. Salah approach staff nanti staff rasa demotivated la, staff rasa company tak suka dia la..etc etc. Kalau lenient pulak, management bising. Nanti ade isu timbul, HR jugak disalahkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Under Pn. Shila aku rasa macam ok skit. At least she is supportive and we both want this department to perform. Buat masa ni aku confident staff aku yang lain (excluding En. Otai) boleh ditrain &amp;amp; boleh dipakai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7293600745869958425?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7293600745869958425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/tentang-kerja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7293600745869958425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7293600745869958425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/tentang-kerja.html' title='TENTANG KERJA'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3006328980076777689</id><published>2007-01-01T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:05:05.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It's new year again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Macam baru je buat entry pasal tahun baru 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Ayah keep asking me what's my 2007 resolution...and just like last year, i have none. It's still the same motto for me &lt;strong&gt;'DO WHAT I HAVE TO DO'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;How was my 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hmm, it began with quite unpleasant start due to my foolishness. Spent nearly 3/4 of the year to make everything work and crushed my heart and spirit along the way until i reluctantly forced myself to stop trying. Susah woo..sungguh complicated sekali kisahnya (tapi sorry ar aku maleh nak citer) and 2006 will leave me with painful mark because of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;And seriously life is so ironic. (teringat lagu 'Ironic' by Alanis Morissette). After months of blind waiting and hoping, my wish came true just a few days after i've commit myself to something else. (teringat plak kat lirik lagu Michael learn to Rock yang ada "bla bla bla 25 minutes too late" tu hahah). Pastu ape lagi, eden pun dalam dilemma la. I feel really guilty for not waiting a little bit longer and torn between two choices (teringat kat lagu Demi Waktu by Ungu pulak..); whether to stick to something I have known for quite sometime and let myself experience the roller coaster ride form hell again or give a chance to the unknown. Ikut ati nak dua-dua tapi, orang tua ajar tak boleh tamak..pendidikan moral pun sama..so in the end after so much of eye opening incidents, aku pilih option yang kedua. And I never regret it till this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;There must be some reasons why Allah planned it this way. I believe that because all these while the first option never give me anything but heartache. It just me who wanna stick to this broken dream thus hanging on to it though there's a better option in front of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office / Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Office life became more stressful especially after Bos resigned. But then, i like working under Pn. Shila. There's only me, Tina and Ainie left, now that Jen and June has resigned. And who knows among the 3 stooges there will be one who will be leaving soon. More and more people are leaving and I dont know what i'm doing here. Oh, I forgot that i've been handcuffed for two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that I've managed to accomplished most of my plans last year. The only difficult thing to do as much as i try is to wake up and go to bed early (confirm! i'm a nocturnal animal!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've start my own move.&lt;br /&gt;The house and the new car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;The new life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The expected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;More expectations from those around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selingan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carn, Selamat Pengantin Baru..You look gorgeous in that wedding dress of yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;To someone, thank you for bringing rainbow in my grayscale world. Thanks for all the sweet things you have done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To A, i'm sorry it has to end this way. For me, love is about transparency and sincerity. To love somebody is to really know that somebody. We can't sit &amp;amp; simply wait for things to happen bcos it need both parties serious effort to make it work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;OK, Back to business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm glad that 2006 finally ended. At least it ended well for me. I hope 2007 will be better for everyone. Next entry aje la citer pasal plan 2007, itu pun kalau aku rajin. Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2007 guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3006328980076777689?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3006328980076777689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3006328980076777689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3006328980076777689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7728808019137732487</id><published>2006-12-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:44:04.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS PRIVATE HOSPITAL SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;It feels so good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;How I miss my messy desk and dusty pc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dok spital sejuta kali lagi baik aku dok berumahtangga kat opis ni! lagi best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that my experience staying in the hospital is not something that i wanted to go through again. And for a private hospital, the service is definately not to my expectation - with exception to staffs from Physiotheraphy Department. I'm not saying this because i still have to attend few more physio sessions, but they deserved it. At least their care and service met the expectation of a private hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOILET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The floor is wet and slippery because of the waterdrip from the leaky hose. Not to mention the smell..YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATHROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I dont know why the never bother to replace the shower. Takpun buang aje shower tu, biar patient sume mandi pakai gayung &amp;amp; baldi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NURSES ON DUTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Day Shift&lt;br /&gt;Service &amp;amp; friendliness ok la - aku kasi 3 Bintang cewah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Shift - Sungguhlah HAMPEH!!&lt;br /&gt;It took them ages to attend the patient. Mlm tu aku mintak pil migraine punyela berjanggut tunggu, sampai aku fedap and pi kedai kat bawah kononnye nak beli Actifast. Unfortunately, I forgot that it's nearly 12am and the convinience shop downstairs is not 7Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebetulan, ternampak sign 'Inpatient Pharmacy', ingatkan bole la mintak ubat kat situ. JANGAN HARAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Pharmacist tu kata aku kena mintak kat nurse bangang kat atas, and nurse bangang ni yang akan request kat pharmacy. Cey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Naik atas balik, tekan loceng.&lt;br /&gt;Terkedek kedek nurse bangang datang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Sayang, muke cute tapi lembab. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pil migraine yang saya mintak tadi mana?&lt;br /&gt;NB: (Dengan suara &amp;amp; muka tak bersalah) Oh, dah sakit sangat eh? tunggu sekejap ye, nanti saya bawak. (and terus blah)&lt;br /&gt;WTF! kalau tak sakit buat ape aku mintak la..pandainye..anak sape nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not gonna believe this..&lt;br /&gt;Bila dia datang balik 20min kendian, terkedek-kedek mcm tadi &amp;amp; just bawak 2 bijik panadol biasa! it's not even Actifast!&lt;br /&gt;Double WTF!! Allo I nak migraine pill sista! Not panadol!&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku tanye balik dia kata orang kat pharmacy tu yang kasi.&lt;br /&gt;ALLO!! kalau kau mintak ubat pening mmg la dia kasi panadol, aku kan mintak ubat migraine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;There's a HUGE difference between pening &amp;amp; migraine la sista..u belajar ke tak ni?AIYO!@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Mesti tak lulus kursus jururawat tapi dapat kerja guna orang dalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: Thot I was the only victim. Rupanye one girl yang jaga mak dia kat situ pun senasib. Rupanye nurse2 bangang ni tak tukar blood bag mak dia yang dah sampai masa ditukar. Punyela tekan buzzer mcm nak mampus tapi takde sekor pun yang attend. Siap pi kaunter panggil, diaorang dok sibuk kata jap lagi nak datang tapi tak datang-datang. Kalau patient nak mati, dah mati agaknye! Sibuk berborak &amp;amp; ketawa macam pontianak tak ingat dunia kat luar tu boleh la pulak. Diaorang ni bagus jadi Badut Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADMISSION &amp;amp; DISCHARGE COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Unfriendly &amp;amp; slow service. Banyak sangat birokrasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Kalau dtg as outpatient, tak payah amik time off, make sure u mintak mc or amik cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEAL / FOODS OUTLET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa makanan kat GH pun tak seCHAPLANG makanan serve kat sini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Ada 2 Marrybrown outlet, satu cafe kat ground floor &amp;amp; satu lagi fast food outlet kat LG floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Staff kat cafe ni very the unfriendly. Tunggu macam nak mampus tapi takde yang amik order. Tarik muka pulak tu, macam la customer ni bawak suwey kat cafe dia yang tak best tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Kat fast food outlet tingkat bawah aku tak tau. Baru masuk sebelah kaki dah rasa macam nak muntah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Bau ayam goreng + bau ubat-ubat + bau hospital = LOYA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SAVIOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;THUMBS UP to Physiotherapy staffs for the excellent service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;In the end, I managed to pujuk the doctor to discharge me. I rather drive from Senai to JB to attend my physiotherapy sessions than to spend one more day in this hospital.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7728808019137732487?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7728808019137732487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-private-hospital-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7728808019137732487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7728808019137732487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-private-hospital-sucks.html' title='THIS PRIVATE HOSPITAL SUCKS!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3853138672330801512</id><published>2006-12-17T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:46:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUDAK INI MEMANG DEGIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Eversince I did MRI in August, I never turn up for follow up and i've skipped the physiotheraphy sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Ignorance or stubborness?&lt;br /&gt;Both I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The pills and the medicated plasters given by the doctor is quite effective that I thot I'm totally cured.After a while I stopped taking the pills, dumped the plasters in my room drawer and stop heeding the doctor's advice. Haha! I'm back to being my lasak self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I did feel my back ache sometimes, thinking that it was normal, i assume the pain will disappear naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing bother me even when my colleagues and my housemate told me that my back was swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Tina keep telling me to go for massage. All I told her was 'Ah! Tak kuasa la I..' while asking the tealady to use the office phone to 'karate' my back. (My backache was too 'degil' that hand massage didnt work for me anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;It worried me a bit when suddenly there's this weird kind of pain at my pelvic area.&lt;br /&gt;For the millionth time Tina told me to go for massage and I ignore it as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;The pain became worst and I notice the swell. I could not sleep because it became unbearably painful whenever I move. The next morning, my body ache all over.I could not turn and bend my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;When I went to the clinic the doctor refer me to the other hospital. To get 2nd opinion katanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Now I wonder if I didnt skip my physio before will I still have this problem?&lt;br /&gt;If I heed Tina's advice to go for massage, maybe everything will not turn out like this?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of lifting and moving heavy things masa pindah ari tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Or sebab ari tu curi-curi main bowling sampai 5 game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I have to try my best to stick to the physio session this time. Knowing myself, i have a very low patience and commitment level to thing like this.Tak suke kena attached dengan benda2 berjadual ni. (Sebab tu dulu selalu ponteng tuition).Sekarang I have to la, no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3853138672330801512?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3853138672330801512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/12/budak-ini-memang-degil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3853138672330801512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3853138672330801512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/12/budak-ini-memang-degil.html' title='BUDAK INI MEMANG DEGIL!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1574279349046992303</id><published>2006-12-04T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:48:50.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KETEPI AR BODOH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku paling menyirap dengan orang yang bawak keta syok sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bayangkan la bila korang nak cepat, time tu la jalanraya nak slow giler. Lepas berusaha mencilok sana sini macam mat rempit, tetiba korang tengok punca jalanraya jadik slow bukan sebab accident ke, traffic jam ke, tapi disebabkan satu keta yang drivernya ada sakit mental, anggap lane kanan tu tempat paling best nak menikmati keindahan tepi jalan. Speed limit 80km/j tapi bawak 50km/j! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dahla bawak keta terhegeh-hegeh, dah 'sound lampu' pun bole buat bodo je, macam jalanraya tu dia sorang yang guna. Lepas tu muka macam tak bersalah la pulak jadik penyebab kereta-kereta lain berduyun-duyun mengekor belakang bontot keta dia. Selamba badak jek! Kalau dah tau nak bawak slow tu dokla kat lane kiri so tak menganggu kelancaran lalulintas especially kami-kami yang nak mengejar masa ni! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikutkan ati nak aje aku langgar je keta ni sampai terhumban kat tepi jalan so dia bole la dok selama-lamanya menikmati pemandangan kat situ. Tapi tak berbaloi rasanye nak jadi road bully, tak pasal-pasal aku pulak yang menikmati pemandangan kat penjara...ceh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1574279349046992303?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1574279349046992303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/12/ketepi-ar-bodoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1574279349046992303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1574279349046992303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/12/ketepi-ar-bodoh.html' title='KETEPI AR BODOH!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4411182137976077274</id><published>2006-11-30T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:49:41.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME SWEET HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdikari sekari karinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun penat, tapi berbaloi bila nampak hasil. Dibandingkan keadaan 'mengharukan' dulu dengan sekarang, tak sia-sia rasanya berhempas pulas bersengkang tulang bersakit demam menyiapkan rumah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought it was so fun, choosing what colours for the bedrooms, hall etc and then picked the furniture and electrical items that will match the paint colours. I spent 1 week to clean and paint the whole house. Dont ask me why i took that long, the house looked like drug addicts' den before i moved in. A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nother 11/2 week to choose the furniture, electrical items, curtains, carpets, and other decorative items.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In less than 1 month, decoration's done and the house is completely furnished. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more rushing. No more traffic jam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;Now I have a place of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Home of Mine :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4411182137976077274?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4411182137976077274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4411182137976077274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4411182137976077274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='HOME SWEET HOME'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-575496520780345388</id><published>2006-11-24T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:50:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lama dah tak blog..busy giler menguruskan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Orang-orang keliling pun senyap jek. Carn aje yang aktif nampaknye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Banyak dah yang berubah. &amp;amp; sama ada aku suka atau tak, yang pastinya banyak lagi yang akan berubah nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nothing stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-575496520780345388?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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wAke up Early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;be mOre paTieNt @ woRk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;wOrk Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;StOp BeiNg LaTe fOr WorK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat LeSs ChOcY BaRs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TaKe LeSs CaFfeINe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Be LeSs FoRGetFuL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;StOp ThInKiNg AboUt MuNcHkIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;StOp MySeLf FrOm SmiLiNg fOr No ReAsoN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;StOp BeiNg ToO HaPpY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Be WhAt I wAnNa Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do WhAt I HaVe 2 Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Be a BeTtEr PeRsoN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Be CrAzY cos I aM CraZy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7034844354352473375?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7034844354352473375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7034844354352473375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7034844354352473375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-to.html' title='I HAVE TO'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4355937247818482571</id><published>2006-09-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:54:07.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERCIPTA UNTUKKU - UNGU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menatap indahnya senyuman diwajahmu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Membuat ku terdiam dan terpaku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banyak kata &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang tak mampu kuungkapkan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kepada dirimu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadir dan temani aku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disetiap langkah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang meyakiniku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau tercipta untukku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sepanjang hidupku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadir dan temani aku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disetiap langkah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang meyakiniku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau tercipta untukku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meski waktu akan mampu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku ingin kau tau &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuslalu milikmu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang mencintaimu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sepanjang hidupku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku ingin engkau slalu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadir dan temani aku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disetiap langkah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang meyakiniku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau tercipta untukku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meski waktu akan mampu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memanggil seluruh ragaku &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku ingin kau tau &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuslalu milikmu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang mencintaimu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4355937247818482571?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4355937247818482571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/tercipta-untukku-ungu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4355937247818482571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4355937247818482571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/tercipta-untukku-ungu.html' title='TERCIPTA UNTUKKU - UNGU'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2564033002497671216</id><published>2006-09-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:50:33.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBELIEVABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Always said I would know where to find love,&lt;br /&gt;Always thought I'd be ready and strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;But some times I just felt I could give up.&lt;br /&gt;But you came and you changed my whole world now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhere I've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;It's so unbelievable,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you've always been,&lt;br /&gt;Forever a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so unbelievable to finally be in love,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I never thought I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;In my heart, in my head, it's so clear now,&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost and you've rescued me some how.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm in love you complete me,&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been here before.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-craig david-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;"I wanna be the wind that fills your sails And be the hand that lifts your veil Be the moon that moves your tideThe sun coming up in your eyes Be the wheel that never rusts And be the spark that lights you up All that you've been dreaming of and more So much more, I wanna be your everything..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2564033002497671216?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2564033002497671216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003333;"&gt;Aku mendoakanmu hari ini&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tahu Allah pasti mendengar&lt;br /&gt;aku merasakan jawapannya dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;meskipun Allah tidak berkata walau sepatah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak meminta kemewahan&lt;br /&gt;apatah lagi kemasyhuran untukmu&lt;br /&gt;kerana aku tahu kau tidak memerlukannya&lt;br /&gt;Aku meminta anugerah yang lebih berharga&lt;br /&gt;yang akan abadi selamanya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdoa agar Allah selalu bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;pada permulaan hari-hari&lt;br /&gt;untuk mengurniakanmu kesihatan dan keberkatan&lt;br /&gt;kejayaan dan keagungan iman&lt;br /&gt;dan kawan untuk menemanimu&lt;br /&gt;berkongsi suka duka sepanjang jalan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku meminta Allah merahmatimu&lt;br /&gt;dengan kegembiraan dan kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;dalam setiap perkara kecil dan besar&lt;br /&gt;dan permintaanku yang paling utama&lt;br /&gt;aku bermohon Allah menyayangi dan mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;selama-lamanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mendoakanmu hari ini&lt;br /&gt;dalam sujud sembahku yang panjang&lt;br /&gt;bersimpuh pada keakuan diri&lt;br /&gt;inilah sebagai tanda kasihku kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;dan aku bermohon agar Allah merahmati pertemuan ini&lt;br /&gt;dan mengikat kemas dengan kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;di hatiku dan di hatimu&lt;br /&gt;selamanya........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7466034859234305508?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7466034859234305508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/aku-mendoakanmu-hari-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bagaimana mestinya&lt;br /&gt;Membuatmu jatuh hati kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Tlah kutulis kan sejuta puisi&lt;br /&gt;Meyakinkanmu membalas cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah ku mati karena mu&lt;br /&gt;Terkubur dalam kesedihan sepanjang waktu&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah kurelakan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya demi cinta yg mungkin bisa membunuh ku&lt;br /&gt;Hentikan denyut nadi jantung ku&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa kautau betapa suci hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Untuk memiliki mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah keikhasan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam palung jiwamu mengetukku&lt;br /&gt;Ajarkan mu bahasa perasaan&lt;br /&gt;Hingga hatimu tak lagi membeku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah ku mati karena mu&lt;br /&gt;Terkubur dalam kesedihan sepanjang waktu&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah kurelakan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya demi cinta yg mungkin bisa membunuh ku&lt;br /&gt;Hentikan denyut nadi jantung ku&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa kau tau betapa suci hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Untuk memiliki mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiadakah ruang di hatimu untukku&lt;br /&gt;Yang mungkin bisa tuk kusinggahi&lt;br /&gt;Hanya sekedar penyejuk disaat ku layu&lt;br /&gt;Ku tlah menantimu hingga akhir masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;p/s: lagu yang best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6326656386688463407?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6326656386688463407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/haruskah-aku-mati-ada-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiada guna kau kembali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mengisi ruang hati ini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semuanya telah berlalu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bersama lukaku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiada guna kau berjanji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untuk setia menemani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hatiku yang tlah terluka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karna dustamu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semuanya telah berakhir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antara hatiku dan hatimu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takkan ada cinta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seperti yang dulu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semuanya telah berakhir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antara diriku dan dirimu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takkan ada rindu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seperti yang dulu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semuanya telah berakhir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Semuanya telah berakhir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3892349671620332175?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3892349671620332175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/seperti-dulu-ungu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3892349671620332175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3892349671620332175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/seperti-dulu-ungu.html' title='SEPERTI DULU - UNGU'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7729484057210064699</id><published>2006-09-01T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:54:41.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN RAINY DAY COMES.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Kadang-kadang kita tak tau benda yang kita rasa tak penting hari ni mungkin berguna satu hari nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Ari ni nak cerita pasal kepentingan insurans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Dulu bila agen-agen insurans datang nak approach aku, dengan kereknya aku slalu bagitau diaorang yang i don't need any sebab company dah provide medical and life insurans. So if anything happened to me, my family tak perlu susah payah pikirkan duit nak bayar for my treatment. Kalau aku mati sekalipun, parents aku akan kaya sebab dapat papasan 250K. Lagipun selagi aku kerja ni, takde sebab aku nak jadi bodoh buat salary deduction tetiap bulan bayar duit insurans sedangkan company punye insurans dah cover semua. Anyway, tahun lepas aku join gak satu personal insurans. Bukan sebab aku ubah pikiran tapi sebab insurans tu act as a saving apart offering the usual medical and life coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Tapi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Kes ari ni dah tukar persepsi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Ada gak faedahnye standby 1 atau 2 insurans lain selain yang company bagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Bila time sihat mungkin automatik otak akan rasa tak perlu, mustahil kita perlukan semua tu sedangkan apa yang syarikat bagi setiap tahun pun tak terabis. Tapi,kita tak tau apa yang akan jadi and kita tak tau malang yang akan menimpa. Kes ari ni menyedarkan aku yang sometimes we might need more than what the company offered especially if we required a special treatment by the specialists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Walaupun staffs in my company have the option to go either to Specialist or GH, but there's a limit to the coverage. What if you are in critical condition and unconsciuos; and the doctors can only decide what to do when you gain your conciousness. For the time being they can only monitor your developemnt in ICU.Dok semalam kat ICU dengan ubat+equipment kat specialist hospital je dah 3K++, What happened if the costs are more than the coverage? Sapa nak tanggung? Kita &amp;amp; keluarga kita gak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Nak jimat? pi GH? Same thing, real story, kalau GH takde equipment /ubat yang kita perlukan masa tu we have to be transfered to Specialist Hospital. Nak buat camne, terpaksa la guna savings atau epf. Kalau kes socso boleh la socso tanggung, tu pun nak kena go through proses panjang. Nak tak nak terpaksalah dulukan duit sendiri. Tapi kalau ada insurans; mungkin boleh membantu kita dalam kes-kes macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Aku ingat lagi macam mana aku, pn. shila, and tina puas pikirkan mcm mana nak tolong staff ni handle medical expenses dia yang dah terlebih-lebih exceed. Mungkin nak kena transfer ke GH so his family tak la terbeban nak bayar banyak sangat.Company mmg takkan cover amount terlebih tu. Walaupun Company agree nak bayarkan dulu, tapi in the end staff ni still kena bayar semula apa yang Company dah bayarkan. Tak sampai hati rasanye nak inform and tambahkan risau family yang dh mmg risau tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Kes ni masih tak setel lagi, dia masih kat ICU dlm keadaan tak sedar, doktor pun masih tak sure nak buat aper. Kena tunggu dia sedar. So maksudnya, bayaran RM3K++ sehari masih berjalan sehingalah hari dia sedar and doktor buat keputusan apa treatment yang terbaik untuk dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Bila dah macam ni aku bersyukur la gak, aku ada standby satu lagi. Preparation for rainy days, Apapun aku harapkan semoga keadaan staff ni beransur stabil. Biarlah soal bayaran jadi soal kedua yang penting nyawa mesti diselamatkan dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7729484057210064699?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7729484057210064699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-rainy-day-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7729484057210064699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7729484057210064699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-rainy-day-comes.html' title='WHEN RAINY DAY COMES.....'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1023341955649639098</id><published>2006-08-31T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:01:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A WAKE UP CALL FOR EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Sedih tengok keadaan sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Ari tu tengok Edisi Siasat kat NTV7. Diaorang interview teenagers pasal bila negara merdeka, apa tu rukun negara etc. Tapi aku terkujat and sedih bercampur marah tengok budak-budak ni tak tau bila tarikh negara sendiri merdeka and apa tu rukun negara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Apa la nak jadi dengan diaorang ni, dahle diaorang yang bakal jadi pemimpin negara akan datang. Sedih sungguh! Diaorang ni pi sekolah ke tak? Takkan tak diajar sejarah or rukun negara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bayangkan generasi ni 10 atau 20 tahun akan datang, ape agaknye nasib negara kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKla, tak payah cerita pasal budak2, apa erti merdeka bagi kita sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Public holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Tengok bunga api?&lt;br /&gt;Melepak beramai-ramai kat konsert malam merdeka?&lt;br /&gt;Menjerit merdeka beramai2 tepat pukul 12 malam?&lt;br /&gt;Berkempen kibar bendera kat kenderaan?&lt;br /&gt;Berarak dengan moto/basikal/kereta dengan bendera Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Pejuang-pejuang kemerdekaan atau orang-orang yang terlibat mempertahankan negara semestinya sedih, seolah-olah pengorbanan diaorang ni tak dihayati generasi baru. Hati aku tersentuh bila satu iklan interview dengan sorang bekas askar yang buta akibat cedera demi mempertahankan negara. Besarnye pengorbanan diaorang sebelum negara kita sampai ke tahap sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Dari situ susahnya negara kita bertapak selangkah demi selangkah sebelum masyarakat dunia mula menghormati kita. Dan bila negara kita dah membangun, terkenal di mata dunia muncullah pulak manusia-manusia tamak yang 'mencuri' hak rakyat untuk kekayaan sendiri &amp;amp; kaum kerabat. Tak cukup dengan tu, orang-orang yang diharapkan menjadi pagar jaga negara &amp;amp; jaga rakyat lebih senang jaga periuk nasi sendiri dari menjalankan tanggungjawab sebenar sebagai pemimpin. Tak berani menentang arus sebab takut lemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Sedih lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Kenapa mesti ada orang macam ni jadi pemimpin. Apa masa depan negara, apa masa depan bangsa kita sebenarnya? Sia-sia je pengorbanan pemimpin lepas dan mereka yang bertungkus lumus memerdekakan negara dulu sedangkan kita sebenarnya masih ditindas dengan ditipu oleh pemimpin sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Diaorang ni tak sedar lagi ke yang bangsa &amp;amp; negara boleh tergadai kerana ketamakan diaorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Hakikatnya, jurang perbezaan antara si miskin &amp;amp; kaya makin ketara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Aku tau ramai yang tak ambik kisah. Ramai yang kata 'Ah aku tak minat politik-politik semua ni'. Tapi ramai yang tak sedar, betapa pentingnya untuk ambil tau pasal politik. Politik bukan urusan pak-pak menteri atau ahli parlimen semata, tapi urusan KITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan anti-kerajaan, aku bukan nak ajak orang memberontak, tapi aku nak ajak korang semua untuk sama-sama ikuti perkembangan semasa dalam negara kita sekarang. Kajilah, mana tindakan yang baik kita sokong, tapi yang mana mungkin akan menggadai hak bangsa, agama &amp;amp; negara, yang mana mungkin akan membeban/menindas golongan rakyat bawahan kita ada hak untuk bersuara (maksud aku dengan saluran yg betul). Aku sendiri taknak dek kerana pemimpin-pemimpin rakus ni, anak cucu kita nanti yang akan tanggung akibatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Sayangkanlah masa depan bangsa, agama &amp;amp; negara kita. Ini ajelah tanahair yang kita ada. Kehidupan &amp;amp; kekayaan yang kita sibuk kejarkan hari-hari tu dah tak berguna bila tanahair kita tergadai kerana kealpaan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;p/s: Lagi sedih bila dengar lagu ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;WARISAN&lt;br /&gt;Disini lahirnya sebuah cinta&lt;br /&gt;Yang murni abadi sejati&lt;br /&gt;Disini tersemai cita cita&lt;br /&gt;Bercambah menjadi warisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Andai ku terbuang tak diterima&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku disingkirkan&lt;br /&gt;Kemana harusku bawakan&lt;br /&gt;Kemana harusku semaikan cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa&lt;br /&gt;Dibumi ini ku melangkah&lt;br /&gt;Keutara selatan timur dan barat&lt;br /&gt;Ku jejaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;br /&gt;Bukanlah seorang perwira&lt;br /&gt;Gagah menjunjung senjata&lt;br /&gt;Namun hati rela berjuang&lt;br /&gt;Walau dengan cara sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Demi cinta ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin kotakan seribu janji&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang kedewasaan ini&lt;br /&gt;Ku ingin sampaikan pesanan&lt;br /&gt;Akulah penyambung warisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1023341955649639098?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1023341955649639098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/wake-up-call-for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1023341955649639098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1023341955649639098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/wake-up-call-for-everyone.html' title='A WAKE UP CALL FOR EVERYONE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6552378012124166242</id><published>2006-08-30T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:02:33.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ABANDONED HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;It really scares me to see how our life can dramatically change. Today we might be happy, healthy and leading a good life, but tomorrow might be different. We can be fit and healthy but we might not be able to walk tomorrow because of our health condition. We might be able to live in comfort but tomorrow we might live like a pauper. In short, whatever we have at this moment might be taken away from our grasp in future. We will never know what will happen and what is in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully aware that throughout this live, there will always be adversity but the saddest part is when it happened at the final chapter of your life. To be abandoned by your own flesh and blood because your health condition is a burden to them. To live your remaining days in solitude when you used to be surrounded by your loved ones, not be able to do whatever you enjoy doing previously because your health inhibits you from doing so. Thats life, one moment you have everything and then it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how come so people can be so heartless, shirking their responsibility to take care of their old parents. My heart ache to see a sixty five year old woman (she got Parkinson and paralyzed) being tossed from one of her kids house to the other and they finally dumped her at their auntie's house (the old lady sister) who is also not fit enough to take care of her own self. Imagining this to happen to my parents or even myself is enough to make me feel like crying. The truth is, I feel like strangling their selfish children. However, as the Malay proverb goes 'berat mata memandang, berat lagi bahu yang memikul'. No amount of sympathies will lessen their burden. I can feel their frustration eventhough they did not show it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I pray that the tough times and sufferings wont last, for Allah to protect and give them enough strength to go through their days. May their heartless children realize and remember all the hardship that their mother had to go through to raise them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6552378012124166242?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6552378012124166242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/abandoned-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6552378012124166242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6552378012124166242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/abandoned-heart.html' title='THE ABANDONED HEART'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6637228449690398830</id><published>2006-08-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:03:31.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELIMUT HATI - DEWA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Aku kan menjadi malam - malam mu&lt;br /&gt;Kan menjadi mimpi - mimpi mu&lt;br /&gt;Dan selimuti hatimu yang beku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Aku kan menjadi bintang - bintang mu&lt;br /&gt;Kan slalu menyinarimu&lt;br /&gt;Dan menghapus rasa rindumu yang pilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Aku bisa untuk menjadi apa yang kau minta&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menjadi apa yang kau impikan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ku tak bisa menjadi dirinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Aku kan menjadi embun pagimu&lt;br /&gt;Yang kan menyejukkan jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kan membasuh hatimu yang layu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tinggalkan sejenak lalumu&lt;br /&gt;Perlu sdikit waktu kepadaku tuk meyakinkanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p/s: Thank you. I'm touched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6637228449690398830?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6637228449690398830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/selimut-hati-dewa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6637228449690398830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6637228449690398830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/selimut-hati-dewa.html' title='SELIMUT HATI - DEWA'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-8158206045838292750</id><published>2006-08-21T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:42:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A RETURN TO THE ALMA MATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Ada dua part yang paling best sepanjang aku kat Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;a) Dapat jumpa Jen (dah cite dalam entry sebelum ni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;b) Balik ke USM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Lepas 5 tahun tinggalkan USM, aku balik semula menjenguk tempat lama menimba ilmu dulu. Bila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Trip%20150.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/320/Trip%20150.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;nampak main gate dengan logo besar USM, hati melompat-lompat macam ulat bulu. Excited tak terkira. Nasib baik mama &amp;amp; ayah cukup sabar dengan perangai aku yang tetiba macam budak kecik masuk Toys 'R' Us. Kalau boleh semua ceruk USM tu aku nak pegi &amp;amp; ambil gambar. Semuanya macam menginga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Trip%20146.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20146.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;tkan aku pada masa tu. Banyak betul perubahan dengan bangunan-bangunan baru. Yang paling tergezut siap ada desasiswa (kolej) baru tersergam khas untuk student first year. Ingatkan private kondo, jauh berbeza dengan dulu. Masa tu first year students dok sekali dengan seniors and setiap desasiswa cuma setakat 3 atau 4 blok bangunan 4 tingkat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Sempat jengok lokasi baru Kedai Mahasiswa @ KM and singgah kejap. Lalu kat Dewan Budaya tapi tak sempat makan kat Gerai Nasi Ayam yang famous tu. Entah ade lagi ke tidak agaknye. Lalu gak depan Tasik Aman yang penuh dengan ikan lapar &amp;amp; tungtung, berhenti kat VC Rock yang mengadap view laut &amp;amp; jambatan Pulau Pinang (kawasan yang paling romantik nak dating..hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20123.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Twin Tower kat Penang? Gambar ambik from Padang USM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20132.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A view of Jambatan Pulau Pinang taken from VC Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20130.jpg" width="8" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Another view of Twin Tower clone from VC Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Masuk jap ke library 1 &amp;amp; 2, siap buat lawak dengan ayah &amp;amp; mama yang kononnye diaorang ni la student paling tua penah jejak kaki dalam library nih. (hehe sorry mum &amp;amp; dad!), sambil jalan nak ke library tu tangan ni gatal lak tarik pintu Dewan Tunku Syed Putra (DTSP) - dewan belajar TITAS &amp;amp; tempat bersalam dengan DYMM YDP Agong merangkap cancellor USM masa konvo dulu - &amp;amp; jengah ke dalam. Baru terperasan rupanye diaorang tengah sibuk dengan preparation Konvo tahun ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bila dikenang dah jah aku tinggalkan alam student ni. Dah tua rupenye..hehehe..Nampak students2 ni sume macam nampak budak kecik jek. Kat sini la aku belajar memahami pelbagai tingkah laku &amp;amp; kerenah manusia. Daripada program-program U &amp;amp; kolej yang aku join, aku perhatikan macam mana kuasa &amp;amp; kedudukan boleh mempengaruhi manusia. Buat aku sedar yang politik and perebutan kuasa bukan hanya wujud di kalangan ahli perniagaan atau ahli politik, tapi di kalangan student. Permainan politik di kalangan student pun tak kurang hebatnya. Boleh bergaduh, tikam menikam sesama sendiri, bermuka-muka sana sini semata-mata nakkan sokongan terutamanya dari orang kuat kolej walaupun sekadar untuk jawatan kecik seperti AJK program kolej. Yang penting, dari sini aku tahu, kempen yang baik + kroni berpengaruh boleh buat seorang yang tak reti buat kerja tapi pandai bercakap terpilih atas dasar populariti seterusnya menumbangkan seorang yang betul berkebolehan &amp;amp; berkelayakan tapi tanpa kempen &amp;amp; kroni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Trip%20144.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20144.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Trip%20145.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Desasiswa tempat tinggal aku dulu, Indah Kembara.Bayangkan, kalau student pun pandai main belit politik sebab nak berebut jawatan ciput kat kolej yang tak boleh buat dia dapat projek berjuta-juta, betapa hebat lagi permainan politik dalam 'real world'. (Yang aku maksudkan ni politik tak bersih). No wonder ramai yang sanggup jadi pembunuh semata-mata sebab kedudukan. Tak heran, sebab alam student pun dah wujud politik kampus..so bila students-students macam ni grad, itulah yang diaorang bawak keluar ke alam sebenar. Alamak, rasanya topik mcm dah tersasar nih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway berbalik pada cite asal, satu masa dulu, sini la tempatnya aku bersengkang mata buat assignment, tak tido buat revision, berhuha huha kat Kembara Square sampai pagi, sibuk dengan akiviti kolej &amp;amp; persatuan macam orang gile. Segala perih jerih berjauhan dengan family, susah payah hidup as student, terpaksa utamakan duit poket atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Trip%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;biasiswa untuk nota &amp;amp; assignment dari kepentingan perut semuanya macam terbayang-bayang bila jejakkan kaki kat sini lagi. Hari yang memang panas giler tu pulak mengingatkan macamana aku terpaksa berpanas terik menapak ke dewan kuliah dari desasiswa yang jauhnya lebih kurang 5km. Aku ingat lagi, demi nak tambah duit poket aku jual/sewa vcd kat budak2 kolej (masa tu jual pirate vcd tak kena tangkap), pastu sekali dengan geng mafia, we all bukak gerai jualan di setiap festival yang universiti organize. Dengan duit tu dapat le beli mountain bike so tak payah le menapak ke kelas. (Nak beli motor, Mama dah haramkan moto dalam senarai harta anak2 dia; nak beli keta masa tu memangla tak mampu). By 2nd year, pihak USM provide bus service from Desa to DK (Dewan Kuliah, bukan Datuk K). Tapi biasalah, bas datang pepagi buta, aku pulak SUKA abis bangun pagi. So serupa tak payah ada bas, most of the time that beskal tu la transport utama aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempat gak pi opis Alumni. Kengkononnya nak jejak geng2 lama especially geng2 MAFIA KEMBARA dulu. Tapi takde luck la pulak. Rindu teramat kat Enon, Bas, Hasma, Mimie &amp;amp; Ain. Terlalu banyak kenangan-kenangan giler yang best aku share dengan diaorang ni. I wonder how they are doing now. Hope diaorang semua dah berjaya dengan career or life masing-masing. Apapun, trip ala-ala 'back to memory lane' ni memang membuatkan aku berpuas hati yang tak terhingga. Sekurang-kurangnya hilang rindu kat Jen, hilang rindu kat kawan-kawan masa kat USM dulu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-8158206045838292750?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8158206045838292750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-to-alma-mater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8158206045838292750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8158206045838292750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-to-alma-mater.html' title='A RETURN TO THE ALMA MATER'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6455427886601369573</id><published>2006-08-18T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:10:45.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MISSING LINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Lepas lebih kurang 6 bulan akhirnya aku dapat jumpa dengan ahli Fab 5 yang sorang ni. Jen masih macam dulu, masih Ms. Loudspeaker. masih Ms. Universe, masih Ms. Evil Queen. Really appreciate her effort to spend time with me. Sanggup jumpa aku walaupun kuar opis dah nak pukul 10mlm. (Masih pekerja terajin macam dulu gak. hehe..). Bila dah jumpa tu ape lagi, macam-macam topik disembangkan, masing2 berebut nak bercerita. In the end, satu restoran Nasi Kandar tu bergegar dengan ketawa setan aku &amp;amp; Jen. Sedar tak sedar dah pukul 2 pagi we all melepak. Aku tak tau la Mamak restoran tu pelik ke tak tengok sorang budak cina rambut coklat dgn budak melayu berambut XXX dok bermuahaha tak peduli orang keliling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Second nite kat Penang, sambung operasi sembang semalam dengan jen. Kali ni Jen datang Apartment aku lak. Siap berangan nak buat trip backpacking dengan the rest of Fab 5. Tapi problem kat chairman la, sure dia keras (as always) sebab confirm kitaorang akan buat or tanye soalan2 yang buat dia panik macam selalu. Tapi kali ni mungkin dia tak kena teruk sangat sebab dah ada 'support' kuat. Borak punye borak tak perasan dah dekat pukul 3 pagi. At last Jen terpaksa overnite kat Vistana (Teringat time masa Jen kat JB dulu overnight kat umah aku or umah aini). Kesian jen terpaksa bereksperimen tido tak bukak contact lense yang memang jadik hobby aku selama ni. Lagi kesian kat dia, pukul 6 pagi dah nak kena bangun semula and rush balik rumah nak pi keje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Thanks Jen, for your time. Rindu sangat nak kumpulkan semua Fab 5 semula. Hopefully one day all of us will have a fantasatanic time together again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20114.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen &amp;amp; her new Myvi. Hey, I'm the first Fab 5 inside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20180.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kita minum dulu!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20178.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20179.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen, tengah syok bercerita....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Trip%20174.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Trip%20174.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak aku panggil gambar ni 'The Fisherman's Friend' ...hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/Jen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/200/Jen%27s%20Fingers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace! (bukan jari aku, ni Jen punye!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6455427886601369573?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6455427886601369573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6455427886601369573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6455427886601369573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-link.html' title='THE MISSING LINK'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5317011918662751011</id><published>2006-08-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:12:40.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION ACCOMPLISHED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akhirnya dapat gak aku menunaikan satu daripada hajat-hajat aku tahun ni - bawak family gi trip. Niat asal nak ke Kuching ditukar ke Penang-Langkawi atas permintaan mama and ayah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Trip ni memang bermakna sesangat bagi aku sebab kali pertama aku bawak the whole family bercuti dengan segala-galanya dirancang &amp;amp; diuruskan dari A sampai Z oleh aku sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Rasa seronok sebab dapat menggembirakan hati family memang tak boleh nak describe. No matter how much you have to spend, seeing the excitement and happy looks on their faces is really priceless. Kalau orang tanye aku, macamana dengan holiday, jawapan ikhlas aku, aku happy sebab diaorang happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Alhamdullilah, semua berjalan lancar. Selamat pergi &amp;amp; selamat balik. Otak pun lega sikit lepas bercuti seminggu. Mudah-mudahan dimurahkan rezeki untuk aku &amp;amp; parents sampai ke 'destinasi impian' itu pulak lepas ni. Amin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5317011918662751011?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5317011918662751011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/mission-accomplished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5317011918662751011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5317011918662751011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/mission-accomplished.html' title='MISSION ACCOMPLISHED'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1128604416655937360</id><published>2006-08-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:13:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEEHAA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need this break badly. I need to cool off my steaming head. I've been looking forward for this and finally the moment i've been waiting for has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to be with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time appreciate everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to capture the moments.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to recharge my energy.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to recover my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to be away, away from the hectic working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeehaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1128604416655937360?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1128604416655937360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeehaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1128604416655937360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1128604416655937360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeehaa.html' title='YEEHAA!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4999931622391005814</id><published>2006-08-02T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:17:09.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE APPLE OF MY EYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;After four days in Malacca, I wish I can continue my leave but I know I have to go back or else Pn. Shila and the rest of my team gonna 'parang' me. So I reluctantly waved Hariz goodbye. He looked so adorable with his sweet sengih and flying kiss, and I swear nothing sounded cuter than the way he said 'ta ta'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/320/IMG_3371.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I arrived Malacca last Saturday, I never thought it's going to be this hard to leave. It's not my first time visiting them and it's not as if i never spend few days at their house before. But it was never this hard to part with Hariz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;My only activity on my way back to JB, was to scroll his pics on my digicam that I have taken during the 4 days stay. And my first night in jb was filled with dreams of him. This morning when I woke up, my mind keep playing the tune from his toy phone. He used to play and danced to it again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/320/IMG_3377.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I found myself smiling when I looked at all his photos captured in my digicam and when I recalled all his antics. One video shoot of him running in the park really made me laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even until this moment, I can still picture his laughter, his sweet smile, the way he run &amp;amp; walk, the cute way he pronounce cat as 'tat', car as 'tar', how happy he was during his bath time, how excited he was running here and there when I brought him to the park, how he tried to imitate my dad performing solat and how he made me laugh watching him dance at his favorite ad tune. Hariz..Hariz...he's simply adorable..and I miss him so much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4999931622391005814?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4999931622391005814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-of-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4999931622391005814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4999931622391005814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-of-my-eye.html' title='THE APPLE OF MY EYE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1139311686057151011</id><published>2006-07-15T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:18:34.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEKIRANYA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sekiranya kamu dapati dirimu menyintai seseorang yang tidak membalas cintamu, janganlah merasa tersisih. Tiada salahnya menyintai seseorang kerana cinta tidak memilih untuk singgah di hati seseorang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sekiranya kamu dicintai oleh seseorang yang tidak kamu cintai, anggaplah ia satu penghormatan buat dirimu tetapi kembalikan penghormatan itu dengan cara yang ikhlas dan jujur. Jangan ambil kesempatan dan janganlah melukakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana kamu mengurus cinta begitulah kamu mengurus dirimu dan setiap hati dan perasaan mengalami kepedihan dan kebahagiaan yang serupa sekalipun cara kita mengendalikannya berbeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sekiranya kita bercinta dgn seseorang yang begitu menyintai diri kita dan tiba-tiba cinta memilih untuk pergi, tiada siapa yang harus dipersalahkan, relakanlah cinta itu pergi. Kerana setiap yang berlaku ada maksud yang tersembunyi.. Dan kita akan menyedari apabila masa silih berganti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah bahawa jangan terlalu memilih cinta. Kerana cinta itu sendiri akan memilih untuk singgah di hati sesiapa Apabila ia datang mengetuk pintu hati muTerimalah kehadiran cinta itu dgn segala misteri di dalamnyaNikmatinya sebagaimana ia membuat hidupmu bahagia dan bebaskan ia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cinta sentiasa dan selamanya akan menjadi misteri Bersyukurlah kerana ianya pernah singgah di hati kamu... Semoga semua dapat bertemu dgn cinta yg sejati dan jujur....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Specially dedicated for my best friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1139311686057151011?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1139311686057151011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/07/sekiranya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1139311686057151011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1139311686057151011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/07/sekiranya.html' title='SEKIRANYA...'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1330101553772291484</id><published>2006-07-03T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:58:17.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KARENKU YANG TERBUANG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Ni la salah satu sebab pasai ape aku paling nyampah giler nak attend meeting-meeting sumer ni..nyampah yang teramat sampai mencapai ke tahap tenuk albino. Yang selalu buat aku rasa nak menyorok bawah meja tiap kali kena panggil masuk meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang la ada meeting yang productive dengan orang-orang yang attend tu memang ikhlas nak accomplish meeting objectives. Whatever discussed in the meeting will be a guideline for them to carry out their tasks. Kalau jenis meeting yang macam gini aku pun semangat nak masuk, memang nampak la function meeting tu sebagai medium to ensure everybody's effort is paralell with whatever objectives they want to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kalau dah meeting berjam2, tetiap minggu dok discuss benda yang sama. Decision dah pun dibuat tapi tindakan lepas meeting tetap sama macam sebelum meeting..Baik tak payah meeting. Teringat one of the email yang aku penah dapat dulu. Kalau tak salah, email tu ada mention orang yang suke meeting ni orang yang takde keje...memang betul la tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengang betul la aku pagi tadi. Sape tah ajar diaorang ni buat gini. Bukan ke dalam meeting ari tu dah decide? Ini tak, ikut gak procedure lama. Yang aku menyirap giler, kerana diaorang-diaorang sumer ni la masa and karen orang lain terbuang. Entah ape yang dibuat dalam meeting aku pun tak tau. Nak kata diaorang ni tido, masa meeting bukan main gedegang gedegung tunjuk terer. Poyo je sume pakat angguk ala ala paham tapi lepas tu lupa. Kalau tak ingat, refer la kat meeting minutes. Kalau orang-orang bawahan act macam ni bolehla aku paham, tapi kalau dah level manager ke atas..susah lerr!! Dah tu siap ada guts lagi nak complen kata department aku tak take action, dah sah korang yang tak ikut procedure baru, memang le patut staff department aku tak layan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun tak tau la apa objective diaorang ni attend meeting and buat meeting. Kalau setakat nak mengisi masa lapang, nak tunjuk kuasa, baik tak yah ler buat meeting. Kesian la kat orang yang ada banyak keje lain nak buat. Or, kalau nak sangat buat meeting so korang nampak macam busy giler, ajak le kawan-kawan korang yang lebih kurang sama takde keje macam korang. tolonglah jangan bebankan orang lain yang betul-betul sibuk dengan korang punye nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1330101553772291484?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1330101553772291484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/07/karenku-yang-terbuang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1330101553772291484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1330101553772291484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/07/karenku-yang-terbuang.html' title='KARENKU YANG TERBUANG...'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7319679369367006031</id><published>2006-06-29T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:21:33.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARING AT THE SUN - ROOSTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daylight on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;You kept me standing in your shadow&lt;br /&gt;And it's a cold cold place to hide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm running away from this messed up place&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the way you burn my eyes so I can't see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need this kind of light&lt;br /&gt;coz now I'm done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you won't let me&lt;br /&gt;But just turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of when you kick me around&lt;br /&gt;Trying to kill my dreams and break me down&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hang around&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away from this messed up place&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the way you burn my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so I can't see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need this kind of light &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz now I'm done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daylight on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I know its time to run&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know its time to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the way you burn my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so I can't see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need this kind of light &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz now I'm done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lagu kumpulan 'Rooster' ni one of favorite aku, best gak kalau layan. Lagu baru (produced thn 2004 ke 2005..tak ingat) tapi lebih kurang macam lagu rock ballad zaman-zaman sekolah dulu. Best layan sebab macam kena dengan apa yang ade dalam kapla otak aku sekarang ni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7319679369367006031?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7319679369367006031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/staring-at-sun-rooster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7319679369367006031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7319679369367006031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/staring-at-sun-rooster.html' title='STARING AT THE SUN - ROOSTER'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7307371165169967293</id><published>2006-06-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:45:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CLASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Officially I was 30 minutes late for my first class. Thanks to Switzerland vs Korea match early that morning I wish I could continue sleeping till noon. (hehe..buruk perangai..it's all FIFA's fault) Luckily, I didn't miss much, the lecturer, Ms Tiffany was explaining the course structure and exam format when I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only six of us. (you were wrong ainie, takde pun orang yang 'BEST' kat situ). At first glance I thought we are about the same age, but later I found out that they much more older than me and i'm the second youngest in class. (Rasa la mcm muda sikit :D ). Most of them are HR managers n senior executives, a good start for me to add them in my networking list. Class was fun, the first few topics were a bit difficult as we were 'forced' to memorize the philosophical part of Human Resource. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;The best part (or should I say worst?) is the FOODS! There were lots and lots of foods. They serve 3 types of kuihs for morning and noon tea breaks, and for lunch we have kari ayam, ikan masak sambal, sotong masak kunyit, bergedil, telur goreng, daging masak kicap and two types of vege dishes. (tak sure ape nama dia) Sounds normal la kan tapi memandangkan it's only 7 of us, and they were like preparing for 20 pax, just imagine how many kuih or lauk u can take. Sepanjang umur attend training, this is the first time participant tak ramai, tapi makanan banyak giler. Entah brp banyak aku makan pun aku tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;All of us get along very well walaupun baru kenal. I'm a bit surprised because all of them seem to remember my name and where i'm from. Maybe i'm the only participant from non-manufacturing industry. I keep forgetting their names and mistaking their company with the other. Most probably my mind was occupied with something else during the introductory session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday session went on well. Everyone happily went home eventhough all of us are asked to be prepared for a quiz the next day. That nite try gak nak revise tapi apa yang aku baca tak masuk otak langsung, macam mana nak ingat, bukak buku tapi mata dok tengok Germany vs Sweden match. Nasib baik the next day aku org 1st yg sampai sempat le revise sikit. Class was fun and luckily soalan takdelah susah mana pun (ceh! Riak..hehe). It was worth sacrificing my precious weekend for the knowledge i gain from this class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7307371165169967293?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7307371165169967293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7307371165169967293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7307371165169967293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/class.html' title='THE CLASS'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-1380980923890977540</id><published>2006-06-22T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:23:16.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END OF MY FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;They approved my application. With a condition. I have to be bonded for two years. For a 6 months certificate course which costs less than 5K I have to sign a two years bond agreement?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Usop kata: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We want to train you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We dont want you to go&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll bear the cost for you to get your certificate but you have to be fair to the company.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, 2 years is short. By the time you complete this course it's already 6 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;months, before you know it it's already 2 years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;This not the only course we'll send you, after this we'll send you for more advanced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;courses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;I don't know why, but for each &amp;amp; every words he told me my mind interpreted its meaning differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"We want to train you and we don’t want you to go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We still want to use you, if you resign who are going to be our slave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's be fair to the company, we'll pay for the cost and you'll have to sign a bond agreement"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an investment less than 5K, we'll be able to use her and squeeze every sweat out of her for two years! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;"2 years is not that long, after you finish this program, we'll send you for other related courses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;If we send her for other courses, she'll have to sign another bond..and she'll continue to be our slave! If we don't, she can't do anything, even if we didn't give her any annual increment she can't do anything, she's ours for two years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually, I have no intention to leave yet. I haven't updated my resume (eventhough Nasir's offer seem appealing). I haven't seriously browsing the net or newspaper looking for any related posts available. Not at the moment. But knowing that i'll stuck in this company for another 2 years really make me uneasy. The fact is, I've lost faith in this company. I want the course but I don't want to be tied down this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;After lots and lots of thinking, i've decided to give it a go. I'll still attend this program as the cert will be very valuable. They still haven't give me the agreement to sign (bagus! hopefully diaorang terlupa..hehe) and in case i've decided to leave this company before my agreement period ended, i'll pay back whatever they have paid to the institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-1380980923890977540?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1380980923890977540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-my-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1380980923890977540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/1380980923890977540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-my-freedom.html' title='THE END OF MY FREEDOM'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7250270736386867813</id><published>2006-06-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:24:24.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVIVOR'S MRI STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;First time buat benda alah ni. Takut, cuak, ngeri, seram sume ada. Ape taknye tangan kena ikat, badan kena ikat aka bedung dengan padding tebal, kena selimut dengan kain sampai ke leher. Dah tu ditinggalkan sorang-sorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bila mesin tu mula bergerak, separuh badan dah masuk dalam terowong, kepala mula la terpikir bukan-bukan, kalau jadik ape2; kena karen ke, camne la aku nak lari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Tak sangka aku kena buat MRI. Dulu selalu dengar cite bos pasal buat MRI ni, tak alih-alih aku pun sama. Lepas X-ray result ari tu tak memuaskan ati aku and doktor, dia rekeman aku undergo MRI ni plak sebab dia suspek 'Slip Disc'. MRI ni shortform untuk Magnetic Resonance Imaging. Purpose buat benda alah ni untuk produce detailed and clear images of soft tissues in patient's body. So dengan senanglah Encik Doktor tadi nak diagnose ape sebenarnya masalah pesakit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Lepas projek makeover bilik, aku selalu sakit badan especially bahagian belakang and pinggang. Memula ingatkan sakit badan biasa so aku buat bodoh je dengan harapan boleh baik sendiri. Bila takde perubahan baru la sibuk nak pi klinik, tu pun lepas kena paksa. Sebenarnye aku pun tak perasan yang aku patutnye kena rehatkan badan dulu tak terpikir langsung nak ikut advice doktor soh rest. Lagipun, kalau dah kat opis tu, nak rest amendenya. Lagi-lagi time macam sekarang ni. Kebetulan pulak memang we all tengah busy organize inter agencies tournament, siap nak participate lagi, itu yang gasak training tak ingat dunia dah tu siap mengangkat and mengangkut segala hadiah and barang2 untuk preparation event. Jadiknye, lepas tu memang padanla dengan muka aku, klimaksnya masa badan bengkak &amp;amp; takleh nak bend langsung, dah sakit giler masa tu baru nak risau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Dah segala macam ubat yang klinik bagi aku makan, 2,3 kali gak aku ulang treatment kat klinik yang sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/scan1[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="147" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/320/scan1%5B1%5D.0.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;ma siap kena inject lagi tapi still macam tu gak. Bila kena refer kat sini, kena buat urine test la, blood test la, physio test la sume tu aku still relax jer. Tapi bila dah tukar baju spital, tengok nurse (actually diaorang ni bukannye nurse, tapi radiologist. Bukan sembarang orang boleh conduct benda ni) dok prepare benda2 yang nak diguna, ngeri la plak. Nasib baik ke'friendly'an dia dapat le mengurangkan kenervousan aku. Aku ingat lagi , masa aku dah baring kat atas tu n Cik Radiologist tengah dok ikat tangan aku, aku keep on tanye dia 'ada side effect ke tak buat benda ni", 'sakit ke tak nanti'...jawapan dia melegakan aku, dia kata tak sakit tapi badan aku akan rasa sakit sikit sebab test ni akan makan masa sejam and dia advise aku jangan bergerak-gerak sebab takut effect test result. Mak ai, bayangkan le sejam terbaring dalam confined space, dengan kena ikatnye, dah tu tak leh gerak-gerak. Aduss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Lepas setel proses ikat mengikat, Cik Radiologist tadi pun keluar pi bilik sebelah. Sebelah bilik MRI ni ada satu bilik lagi dengan satu tingkap kaca yang besar. From this room la the radiologist controls the equipment yang diguna untuk scan badan patient and from this large glass view the patient inside the MRI machine. In fact, diaorang boleh communicate dengan patient through interkom. Tapi patient tak leh nak respond la cos dah kena ikat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bila pikir positif, bole la aku spend time ni untuk tido. Tak pun boleh gak aku berpikir n sort benda-benda dalam otak ni satu-satu. Tapi macam mana nak tido or nak pikir, sepanjang test tu ada la bunyi-bunyi pelik. Aku rasa mungkin bunyi mesin dia tengah scan badan aku la kot. Dalam pada tu, terpikir gak macamana agaknye nasib aku kalau tetiba mesin ni meletup ke, ada teknikal problem sampai jatuh timpa aku or terhimpit aku ke, mau arwah kat dalam ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Lepas 1/2 jam tetiba bunyi bising tadi stop. Aku dengar bunyi pintu and bunyi kasut Cik Radiologist, hati dah hepi gile ingatkan dah abis seksa aku. Macam tau &amp;amp; tak payah ditanye, Cik Radiologist tu bagitau sendiri "Belum abis lagi, nak scan bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/scan3[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/320/scan3%5B1%5D.0.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;n atas pulak. Tapi kali ni ada tak selesa sikit lah". Memang giler bapak punye tak selesa. Apa taknye, kali ni aku kena 'bedung' dari bahagian perut sampai ke dagu. siksa betul nak tunggu lagi 1/2 jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Akhirnya masa yang aku tunggu pun tiba. Bunyi bising dah berenti, tapi tak dengar plak bunyi pintu or bunyi kasut Cik Radiologist mcm tadi. Penat aku tunggu, badan naik penat kena bedung ni. tetiba from interkom dia kata "Sekejap Survivor, rehatkan badan 10minit." Ahlamak....10minit lagi ke? Kalau ye pun nak soh aku rehatkan badan, bukak le dulu bedungan aku ni. Macam mana badan nak rehat dlm condition mcm ni. Lepas 10minit, aku dengar interkom lagi, ingat berita penderaan aku nak abis tapi ..."Sekejap Survivor, rehatkan badan 10minit". Aduss tensen betul...dah dua kali 10minit. Finally bila keluar, badan aku makin sakit, kepala plak macam kuar bintang but I'm glad it's over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Part paling best bila time kat cashier counter, total expenses untuk segala test, ubat and consultation nearly RM2000. MRI test tu jek diaorang charge RM1200. Nasib baik company bayar, kalau duit sendiri mau menangis hantuk kepala depan cashier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Yang paling buat aku terharu - mama and ayah. Seari suntuk kat hospital dari pagi sampai ke petang, lepas satu test ke satu test, sikit pun takde komplen kena tunggu lama. Selalunye kalau kena tunggu aku lama sikit je diaorang dah bising, tapi ari ni tak pulak. Suruh balik ke pi memana dulu sementara aku kat sini diaorang taknak pulak. Dahle the next day nak kena datang lagi untuk test result. Sayang jugak diaorang kat anak dia yang keras kepala ni. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;So kesimpulan dari result sumer2 test ni, aku kena rehat giler and dimakruhkan dari main bowling, mengangkat benda-benda berat e.g mengangkut air dari perigi atau pikul kayu api, buat aktiviti-aktiviti lasak macam wrestling, memburu atau pi berperang. Doktor kata mungkin memula muscle spasm, then bila belum baik betul aku dah melasakkan badan, tu yang jadi lagi teruk. Alhamdullilah.. lega sikit. Walaupun aku nampak relax tapi actuallynye aku risau gak. Mana la tau kalau betul slip disc. Buatnye paralysed seumur idup..ish! Nauzubillah! Mintak dijauhkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Hopefully by the time for follow up in August nanti, condition aku dah ok le. Kalau tak confirm kena masuk hospital and buat physiotherapy. Actually dari memula pegi ari tu Encik Doktor nak soh aku dok hospital, tapi memikirkan keadaan kat opis, tak tersampai ati la plak nak biarkan. Takut 'ter'lama bermastautin kat sana. Kesian pulak kat Pn. Shila, takkan aku nak lepas tangan. Anyway, korang doakan la eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7250270736386867813?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7250270736386867813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/survivor-mri-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7250270736386867813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7250270736386867813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/survivor-mri-story.html' title='SURVIVOR&amp;#39;S MRI STORY'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-193895626430631273</id><published>2006-06-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:47:52.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEETING OH MEETING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333300;"&gt;Bosan giler nak kena masuk meeting yang satu ni..confirm berjam-jam. kalau kejap takpe, buang masa betul! Bos lak mengelat, patutnye dia yang kena masuk tapi disebabkan last meeting dia MC so tak pasal2 aku lak kena tarik masuk meeting tu. Ari ni bila aku inform dia yang dia kena attend balik, dia kata tengoklah dulu pastu dia sengih. Setan betul! Dah sah-sah banyak isu dalam meeting ni dia je yang boleh jawab. Seperti yang aku agak, memang dia taknak masuk punye. Dia sms aku masa lunch hour bagitau yang dia MC. Ada ka patut..cis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-193895626430631273?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/193895626430631273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-oh-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/193895626430631273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/193895626430631273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-oh-meeting.html' title='MEETING OH MEETING!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7858054472156280895</id><published>2006-05-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:27:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER THE LONG SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Aahh..finally i'm back after the long blogging break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got too many things to do but too litle time to do it all.&lt;br /&gt;It seem that everybody else were also too busy or not in the mood to blog except Carn.(Bravo Carn!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the unspoken conflicts, that 'incident' had caused Boss to finally tendered his resignation. I guess he can't put up with the situation and pressure any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now temporarily I'm back to reporting to 1 boss until the new HR Manager come. Bak kata one of the managers "report kat sorang bos pun dah sakit kepala, kalau 2 bos PUTUS KEPALA"...ada betul gak walaupun for me it doesn't make much difference. I know Pn. Shila is trying to lessen my workload so she's giving certain tasks for him to handle. But as always la..in the end, it's going to be me who got to do it. Whether I have 1 or 2 bosses, keje aku aje yg bertambah. That's OK with me. But the thing I hate most is to attend the morning briefing with all the generals before we have his replacement. Aduss! Not again! Bosan sungguh! Hopefully Pn. Shila's presence in the meeting room is enough to let me escape the morning torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told me about his resignation, I was kind of expecting it. In fact I'm the first person to know and he asked me to keep it a secret until he submit his resignation letter. I was a bit 'disturbed' for a few days thinking whether i'll be able to learn and enhance my knowledge in HR if I stay in this company. My knowledge in this area is very limited (I was majoring in marketing management) but I hate marketing and my interest has always been HR. All these while bos has always been someone I refer to. I remember when I first joined this company, I thought this is the place where I could learn and develop my skill, increase my knowledge and widen my experience in HR. How excited I am to start my job as HR personnel knowing that my boss is a knowledgable and well experienced HR practitioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when people lost faith in him, he's still the person i refer to regarding any HR / IR issues. And when HR department indirectly turned into Legal Department, I'm still seeking his advice as a HR practitioner point of view. I have nothing against Pn. Shila, she is a good and more efficient superior. Sometimes working with bosses with two different background can cause headache especially when the same issues were view and handled differently. Even the same clause in the Act will be interpreted differently. No matter how many books you read, without hands on experience your career as HR personnel is nothing. This worries me a lot especially when boss started to take the backseat all the time after he sort of lost his 'power'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days lots of things worries me. I'm worried about my job, i'm worried about my department, i'm worried about my career, i'm worried about my future if I stay in this organization, i'm worried about everything. At one point I was tempted to just grab Nasir's offer. But then should I leave my team in times like this? My parents? That will be very selfish of me. But I don't want to go through this hell again. No doubt it's going to be tougher this time. Whatever he left behind, all the tasks, plans and projects which are supposed to be handled by him; they will chase me for it now. And all the blames for the tasks he didn't execute will be directed to me soon. Just hope that I have enough strength to go through all this again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7858054472156280895?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7858054472156280895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-long-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7858054472156280895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7858054472156280895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-long-silence.html' title='AFTER THE LONG SILENCE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4892794255698174975</id><published>2006-05-10T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:32:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR AWAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Satu masa dulu awak pernah buat keputusan demi menjaga dan menggembirakan hati orang lain walaupun awak terpaksa mengorbankan kebahagian awak demi melihat mereka bahagia. Awak kata awak tak sanggup menghancurkan harapan mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika dulu keputusan yang awak buat itu adalah untuk mengembirakan hati mereka, kenapa sekarang kita perlu mulakan sesuatu yang pastinya akan menghancurkan kegembiraan itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak pernah kata cinta tak semestinya memiliki dan cinta sejati perlukan pengorbanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Jika dulu awak sanggup korbankan perasaan sendiri untuk kebahagian orang lain, apa perlunya sekarang kita lakukan sesuatu yang akan mensia-siakan pengorbanan itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika cinta sejati perlukan pengorbanan, teruslah berkorban.&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan saya ialah memastikan awak terus menjadi anak yang mampu membahagiakan mereka. Mungkin ini caranya. Itu saja yang dapat saya lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertemuan semula kita tempohari membuatkan hati saya kacau. Perasaan itu masih wujud. Macamanapun saya cuba menahan dan sembunyikan rasa hati, saya pasti jikalau kita terus berhubungan saya akan kalah dengan perasaan sendiri dan episod itu akan kembali bermula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Saya terima takdir kita. Maafkan saya, sehingga kita benar-benar mampu berdepan sebagai sahabat, selagi itu saya yakin kita wajar berjauhan. memang sukar melepaskan orang yang kita sayangi, tapi seperti kata awak, cinta tak semestinya memiliki jasad orang yang dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembalilah ke dunia awak, mereka lebih memerlukan. Buat saya cukupla sekadar mengetahui yang cinta saya masih lagi dihati awak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4892794255698174975?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4892794255698174975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-awak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4892794255698174975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4892794255698174975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-awak.html' title='DEAR AWAK'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-8113689404485067307</id><published>2006-03-01T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:51:51.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY, AYONG....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ayong, 'Tak Bisakah' as requested..and sori it took me ages to get you this lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hatiku bimbang&lt;br /&gt;namun tetap pikirkanmu&lt;br /&gt;selalu, selalu dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;ku melangkah&lt;br /&gt;sejauh apapun itu&lt;br /&gt;selalu, kau di dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ku berjalan&lt;br /&gt;berjalan memutar waktu&lt;br /&gt;berharap, temukan sisa hatimu&lt;br /&gt;mengertilah&lt;br /&gt;ku ingin engkau begitu&lt;br /&gt;mengerti, kau di dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak bisakah&lt;br /&gt;kau menungguku&lt;br /&gt;hingga nanti tetap menunggu&lt;br /&gt;tak bisakah&lt;br /&gt;kau menuntunku&lt;br /&gt;menemani dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dara, kau menjadi hidupku&lt;br /&gt;ke mana, kau tahu isi hatiku&lt;br /&gt;tunggu, sejenak aku di situ&lt;br /&gt;jalanku, jalan menemukanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-8113689404485067307?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8113689404485067307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-ayong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8113689404485067307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/8113689404485067307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-ayong.html' title='SORRY, AYONG....'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-6347881277217812383</id><published>2006-02-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:52:51.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMARANTINE - ENYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know when you gave your love away&lt;br /&gt;It opens your heart, everything is new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;And you know time will always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To let your heart believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know love is everything you say&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, a word, promises you give&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the heartbeat of the day&lt;br /&gt;You know this is the way love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;Love is, love is, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know love may sometimes make you cry&lt;br /&gt;So let the tears go they will flow away&lt;br /&gt;For you know love will always let you fly&lt;br /&gt;How far a heart can fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;Love is, love is, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when love's shining in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It may be the stars falling from above&lt;br /&gt;And you know love is with you when you rise&lt;br /&gt;For night and day belong to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the lovers, for everybody who are in love and everyone else! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-6347881277217812383?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6347881277217812383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/amarantine-enya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6347881277217812383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/6347881277217812383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/amarantine-enya.html' title='AMARANTINE - ENYA'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3583192475007509848</id><published>2006-02-12T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:01:05.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT REALLY MATTERS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song In My Head&lt;br /&gt;Tak Bisakah - Peterpan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The current situation really make me puzzled. The longer I think about it, the more I feared the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Is it me in my own internal dillemma that had caused this confusion? Or I just dont want to lose part of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Why do I have this uneasy feelings when I realized that the usual place and space are no longer the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;There's an important part of me which I'm trying to hold on to. Inside me, little voices questioning my motives. The same voices are trying to tell me something i don't want to know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Somehow I began to notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For the first time in my life, I don't want to deal with this truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3583192475007509848?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3583192475007509848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-really-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3583192475007509848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3583192475007509848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-really-matters.html' title='WHAT REALLY MATTERS?'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-428263957685404629</id><published>2006-02-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:05:42.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR YOU DEAR..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEMORI BAHAGIA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayup ku terdengar suaramu&lt;br /&gt;Memanggilku sedar dari lena&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi yang terindah bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;Umpama tiada ungkapan perpisahan&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin harapan yang telah terbina&lt;br /&gt;Seakan pudar warnanya saat sekian lamanya&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau ucapkan air mata ini membasahi pipi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mampukah ku alunkan semua tawamu&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi melodi menemani diriku&lt;br /&gt;Dapatkah kita memahami jalinan suci&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ertinya kasih sayang ini&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah masa untuk difikirkan&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Bagi meneruskan percintaan ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang terpendam di jiwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dikaulah kejora yang menerangi hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Kala sepi termenungku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah sekiranya&lt;br /&gt;Kesilapan ku yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;Menyentuh kalbumu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenangkanlah memori bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau dan aku seiring berpimpin tangan&lt;br /&gt;Mengukir senyuman saling merasa&lt;br /&gt;Dan merindu bila bertemu&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah masa untuk difikirkan&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Bagi meneruskan percintaan ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang terpendam di jiwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dikaulah kejora yang menerangi hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Kala sepi termenungku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah sekiranya&lt;br /&gt;Kesilapan ku yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;Menyentuh kalbumu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sahri-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I've fallen in love with this song the moment I heard and understand the lyrics. Thanks. It brought me back to those times.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, people say "We forgive to the extent that we love. The best thing is not to hate anyone, only to love. That is the only way out of it. Then you have no reason to hate them, you just forgive. As soon as you have forgiven those who hurt you, you have gotten rid of the anger and hatred"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I'm at peace knowing that I've no longer bear any grudges against you. I've accepted destiny and the fact that we are not fated for each other. But once in a while, i know i'll slip into that mood again. I'll think of our moments together and missing it. I used to shut myself out from the world when i'm in that mood, but now i only will smile and be grateful for those days of bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but it is also setting yourself free from all bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Thanks for still believing and I really appreciate that. Let's be grateful that as we walk through this life, we knew that we will still care and pray for each other's happiness. I'm contented just to know that we can still be good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In return, that song by Felix is for you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-428263957685404629?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/428263957685404629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-you-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/428263957685404629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/428263957685404629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-you-dear.html' title='FOR YOU DEAR..'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5988039584101807308</id><published>2006-02-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:04:17.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME - THE OFFICE GUARDIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONG THAT SUITED MY CURRENT MOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm Not OK by My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Still in the office at this hour alone. Even the Office Queen (Jen aka Miss Universe aka Miss Sexy aka Miss J-Lim) left the office earlier than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Need to finish 2005 progress report for the Board of Directors and the deadline is tomorrow! My boss was supposed to be the one who cracked his brain doing this - Not Me! I should be at home lepaking by the fish pond (my favorite spot to layan blues) enjoying the music on my CD player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;This week has been really tiring. Attending interviews, discussions, meetings, phonecalls, coordinating this and that, running to Cargo Building to ensure everything needed for the 5 days training and the external trainer were in place. Now that the company is hiring more people, I need to prescreen and select the applicant resumes to be shorlisted by the requesting departments. When your desk is flooded with tons of resumes everyday (not only from job applicants but also from tertiary institution students applying for industrial placement) going through another hundreds of online resumes is just enough to make you want to vomit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Working in HR where most of the things are confidential especially when it involved employee salary, benefits, staffs performance, disciplinary record, benefit proposals, employment contract, etc i can't simply delegate my tasks to my subordinates. Because of this, for most of the things, I need to handle it from A to Z. I find it hard for myself to trust people, even staffs from my own department for fear that the info will leak before it was supposed to be known or when it should not be known by others at all. Of course there are things that I get the rest to assist me, other HR areas and function which focussed on our department services to the employees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So, here I am..still working because the only time I can work peacefully is after the normal office hours. I think I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; better stop writing and continue doing my report. If not I might be fired by our fiery Mr. Trump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5988039584101807308?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5988039584101807308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-office-guardian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5988039584101807308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5988039584101807308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-office-guardian.html' title='ME - THE OFFICE GUARDIAN'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-9106166434091049156</id><published>2006-02-09T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:07:52.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S MY INNER BLOOD TYPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="500" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#e1f3a0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6e8f6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/b.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow your own rules in life, even if you change the rules every day.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you tend to be off the wall and unpredictable, but that's what makes you lovable.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're a wild child, you have the tools to be a great success.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to concentrate intently - and make the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: B and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type B's: Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuba korang test kat &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy trying!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-9106166434091049156?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/9106166434091049156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-my-inner-blood-type.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/9106166434091049156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/9106166434091049156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-my-inner-blood-type.html' title='WHAT&amp;#39;S MY INNER BLOOD TYPE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7678587438059906123</id><published>2006-02-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:09:32.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME vs THEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah! Ape la nak jadik dengan budak-budak pempuan sekarang..Tak segan silu smoking macam lelaki. Tak malu ke orang tengok.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itu la..kalau bukan Melayu, bukan Islam takpe jugak..ini anak-anak Melayu. Rosak anak-anak Melayu sekarang. Suka sangat ikut benda-benda yang tak elok..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apela perasaan diaorang ni..bangga agaknye dapat tunjuk kat orang yang pempuan pun terer smoking. Dah moden sangat kononnye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Intro perbualan between my mum and dad dlm keta after nampak sorang budak pempuan dengan selambanye smoking kat restoran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agaknye ni jenis pempuan yang.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Aku yang mulanye syok layan blues dengar cd, tak dapat control diri dari menjoin bila perbualan diaorang yang pada aku dah jadi macam bias sangat pada orang-orang pempuan yang smoking nih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ala, relaxla ma, ayah..biasa la tu zaman sekarang ni setakat pempuan smoking tu kan perkara biasa. Kalau diaorang smoking pun bukan bermakna yang diaorang tu jahat, entah-entah diaorang tu sebenarnye lagi baik dari kita-kita ni yang tak smoking.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, awak tu memang.. Free Thinker. Yang tak boleh pun awak bolehkan..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Errkk..aku free thinker? gulp..Pulak.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukan, gitu...kita takleh prejudis kat orang. Kita kena open minded, tak baik kita label sorang pempuan tu jahat semata-mata sebab dia smoking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awak tau tak smoking tu makruh? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tau la makruh, tapi kenapa bila ramai lelaki melayu Islam yang smoking takde pulak orang nak kata dia lelaki tak baik? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itu lelaki takpe..ini perempuan. Mana peginya tatasusila perempuan? Perempuan sepatutnya mencerminkan peribadi sebagai pempuan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Aduss...bab tatasusila, bab peribadi keperempuanan ni yang aku lemah..aku dah boleh rasa dah, yang conversation ni akan lead ke arah lain...Alamak bab ni baik aku tak comment lebih-lebih nanti jadi isu lain pulak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Actually aku pun bukan smoker. Aku alergik dengan asap and bau rokok. I just cant stand it. Confirm akan pening tahap cipan kalau dok dekat dengan orang smoking. Tapi entahle kenapa aku carik bala dengan gatal mulut nak interupt conversation diaorang pun aku tak tau. Maybe aku try nak diaorang tengok dari sudut pandangan lain, taknak they sound too prejudice, terlalu menilai orang based on the surface. Tapi, seperti biasa..i can't changed their mind, aku pulak yang kena balik... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO isu dia kat sini, sebab dia PEMPUAN, kan?&lt;br /&gt;Tak adil la kita nak kata dia tu jahat, dia tu tak bermoral semata-mata dia smoking. Masyarakat melabel perempuan smoking tu sebagai perempuan tak baik, kita jangan jadik sebahagian masyarakat yang berpikiran macam tu. Okla, maybe betul la orang ni sosial, tapi tak bermakna as a person dia ni bukan orang baik. Sometimes, luaran orang ni nampak macam tu tapi entah-entah hati dia lebih ikhlas dari orang lain. Kita terima seseorang tu sebagai satu individu, kenal hati dia baru boleh nak judge dia tu baik ke jahat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awak tu memang pandai cakap. Tak pernah nak terima pendapat orang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Aiks, aku lagi..sape yang takleh terima pendapat sape nih? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan salah sangka, bukan taknak terima pendapat atau nak bolehkan yang tak boleh. Dalam kes ni, biarlah kita adil menilai seseorang. Mungkin sebagai manusia banyak lagi ciri positif yang dia ada, takkan kerana dia smoking semua kebaikan dia kita ignore and terus cop dia sebagai jahat? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Budak-budak sekarang macam nilah, bila ada pelajaran sikit, terus rasa diri pandai, pandangan orang-orang tua semua tak boleh pakai, semua salah. Awak kena ingat ayah dengan mama ni lagi dulu makan garam, lagi tau menilai manusia &amp;amp; hidup. Jangan ingat awak berpelajaran tinggi, pendangan orang tua semua kolot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak, orang tak cakap pun mama dengan ayah kolot, pandangan tak boleh pakai semua tu tapi tak best la kalau kita terus bagi negative perception kat orang semata-mata orang tu tak macam kita. Sebab tu la dalam dunia ni ada discrimination, wujud racist sebab kita tunjukkan benci kita pada benda atau orang yang berbeza dengan kita. Semata-mata orang tu ada different value, different lifestyle dari kita tak bermakna dia tu tak baik sebagai seorang manusia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ni la dia terlalu diinfluence dengan idea-idea barat, jadik terlalu open sampai yang tak boleh pun dibolehkan... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak la ayah, mama, orang bukan nak membolehkan yang tak boleh, at least kalau dia ni salah sekalipun, kita kena guide dia bukannye kutuk or pandang semacam kat dia. Macammana orang ni nak berubah? Tu la sebabnye ex-convict and ex-addict balik semula ke jalan salah sebab diaorang tak diterima masyarakat walaupun diaorang tu pada awalnye memang nak turn over new leaf. Kurang support dari masyarakat yang cuma tahu point silap orang je. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang awak ni pun satu, nak mempertahankan sangat budak tu kenapa? Kerana dia, sampai nak bertegang leher pulak dengan mak bapak.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Aiseh...kan..aku dah kata..mesti aku gak yang kena... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okla, orang salah, mama n ayah betul. Memang..budak tu memang tak patut, dahle pempuan, pi smoking in public pulak. Tak tau malu langsung. Menjatuhkan imej perempuan-perempuan Malaya je. Kita tak boleh biarkan sume ni mama, ayah..kita kena buat Roadshow "No Smoking Campaign for Women" dengan motto "Wanita Mithali Benci Rokok" hehehe... Ape lagi kita tunggu, jom la kita jumpa Menteri Belia &amp;amp; Sukan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuba awak tengok perangai anak awak ni bang. Bukan nak dengar, semua nak bangkang lepas tu bila orang cakap betul-betul buat main pulak..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkanlah dia..dia kan dah besar..dah pandai, mana nak terima cakap mak bapak dah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Aku gelak jeklah. Ape nak buat, cakap serious sangat kena blame, lebih baik buat ala-ala main-main. It's always like that between me and my parents. Masing-masing dengan pendirian masing masing. Aku kadang-kadang nak diaorang open sikit bila tengok satu-satu isu tu, tapi at the same time aku rasa diaorang pun tak suka cara aku berpikir gak kot, yang pada diaorang terlalu liberal. Biasala, generation gap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Actually, I should have known better that in any case, in any situation, my parents are always right. Don't ever try to voice out my opinion especially if mine is different from them. Boleh jadik kontroversi woo..Sebab tu la aku malas nak argue lebih-lebih sebab conversation ni normally akan berakhir dengan syarahan khas untuk aku. Topik ape..ermm macam-macam dari bab pakai tudung sampai la ke bab kawen. Lama plak tu, boleh cair telinga. Aduss! Sendiri carik bala...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7678587438059906123?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7678587438059906123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-vs-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7678587438059906123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7678587438059906123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-vs-them.html' title='ME vs THEM'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-3276937939787686795</id><published>2006-02-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:10:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KERANAMU KEKASIH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Lagu dah lama, tapi baru je jatuh cinta dengan lagu ni....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sekecil burung kedidi, adinda terbang ke hati kekanda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mengharapkan cinta yang mengunung" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;"Jika patah sayap rajawali, bertongkat jua kanda kemari"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasih jangan berduka&lt;br /&gt;Yakin kita kan bersama&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini satu walau jauh di mata&lt;br /&gt;Ikatan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Luhurnya dijiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hati pujuklah perasaan&lt;br /&gt;Jauhi segala keraguan&lt;br /&gt;Sayang untukmu kukorbankan&lt;br /&gt;Demi satu harapan&lt;br /&gt;kepangkuanmu kasih&lt;br /&gt;Keranamu kekasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hadirmu bagai cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Damai resah dan gelora&lt;br /&gt;Hati kita satu walau lara melanda&lt;br /&gt;Asmara cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tiada hujungnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hati pujuklah perasaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jauhi segala kesangsian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta walaupun berjauhan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kan kukenang senyuman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerinduanku masih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kepadamu kekasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hati pujuklah perasaan&lt;br /&gt;Jauhi segala keraguan&lt;br /&gt;Cinta walaupun berjauhan&lt;br /&gt;Kan kukenang senyuman&lt;br /&gt;Kerinduan ku masih&lt;br /&gt;Kepadamu kekasih&lt;br /&gt;Dan keyakinan ku masih&lt;br /&gt;Kepadamu kekasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Vince-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Haha...February, the Month of Love, let's get in the looovee mooooood, guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to someone who make me realized that a special bond between two people really do exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Snow, if you love something set it free, if it returns it was meant to be. If it continues to fly let it soar and have faith that God has something better in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-3276937939787686795?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3276937939787686795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/keranamu-kekasih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3276937939787686795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/3276937939787686795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/keranamu-kekasih.html' title='KERANAMU KEKASIH'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2760690582249675685</id><published>2006-01-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:20:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSYKIL THOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orang lain yang sakit, apsal aku pulak yang dapat symptom-symptom tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Musykil betul....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chemistry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Doa dulu masih dimakbulkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yelah tu agaknye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2760690582249675685?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2760690582249675685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/musykil-thots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2760690582249675685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2760690582249675685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/musykil-thots.html' title='MUSYKIL THOTS'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-7402554371474341528</id><published>2006-01-28T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:21:40.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT MELANCHOLIC MOOD AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasihku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan bersedih lagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keringkanlah titisan air mata di pipimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasihku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tabahkan hatimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekalipun tak pernah terduga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halangan yang melanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melenyapkan impian bersama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan dikesali atas apa yang terjadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkin rahmat sebaliknya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Membuahkan bahagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Kekasihku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita sama saling percaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak pernah ada dusta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasih antara kita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan berduka kekasihku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan berdendam pada sesiapa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersabarlah menerima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segala-galanya dengan redha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkin suatu hari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita akan bersama lagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku masih mengharap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segalanya kan berulang semula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kekasihku aku tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kita sama saling menyinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak pernah ada dusta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasih antara kita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan berduka kekasihku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan berdendam pada sesiapa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersabarlah menerima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segala-galanya dengan redha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jangan Bersedih Lagi - Anuar Zain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not too long ago, someone dedicated this song to me. Never heard of this song before and I never bother to listen to it. Somehow, i happened to accidentally listen to this song recently. It gave me a weird melancholic feelings, and listening to Anuar Zain singing it word by word is enough to make me feel the pain again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;There's so much truth in the lyrics and that's where the sadness came in knowing once, both of you completed each other's life; everything and every feelings you thought existed only in the songs and love stories do came true. It really sad isn't it? To have and then to lose something very dear to your heart. What makes the pain worst is the reality that you have to sacrifice your feelings in order to see those around you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;But i remembered the wiseman words 'It's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all'. True, at least at one point of my life i've found my soulmate, been truly in love and was loved in return. And living with the memories is just enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-7402554371474341528?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7402554371474341528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-melancholic-mood-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7402554371474341528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/7402554371474341528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-melancholic-mood-again.html' title='THAT MELANCHOLIC MOOD AGAIN'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4378928319829881762</id><published>2006-01-27T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:22:38.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANAS..KUSUT..PANAS..SERABUT..PANAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;TRUMP TIAU BOS TIAU AKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKKAN NAK TIAU BUDAK-BUDAK DEPARTMENT AKU PLAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANAS..KUSUT..PANAS..SERABUT..PANAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALAH SIAPA?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan diaorang gak ke yang decide nak buat gitu? Tukar lagi la sana sini sampai semua huru hara, then bila dah macam ni semua orang pening! Dah tu tak pasal-pasal aku pulak kena drag sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar aje laa. Angin Trump ari ni tak berapa elok. Rasanye bos kena tiau giler-giler la tu sebab tu dia tiau aku pulak. Sabar, Survivor..sabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4378928319829881762?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4378928319829881762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/panaskusutpanasserabutpanas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4378928319829881762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4378928319829881762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/panaskusutpanasserabutpanas.html' title='PANAS..KUSUT..PANAS..SERABUT..PANAS!!!'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-5220876639040810324</id><published>2006-01-26T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:25:54.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CERITA MAKAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Ari ni aku rasa aku makan 'over' dari ari biasa. Semuanya pasal tak sempat breakfast. Plan nak breakfast kat opis tapi busy punye pasal aku tak sedar yang time dah pun tengahari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Bila pikir balik ntah hape-hape jek yang masuk dalam perut aku ari ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Before lunch&lt;/span&gt; Tina kasi &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1 slice besar cheese cake&lt;/span&gt;. Ngerinye nak makan, tapi sebab orang dah susah payah kan..makan ajelah nanti kecik ati kang aku gak yang susah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Hajat ati taknak lunch kononnya nak setelkan keje, tapi ari ni opis buat aku rasa macam nak koma . I need to be away from the opis at least for a while. So, aku join diaorang lunch kat Deli. And sememangnya diaorang tak penah fail buat aku kurang tension sebab aku puas dapat sakat sorang-sorang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nasi putih + Sayur goreng + Ikan cencaru masak sambal&lt;/span&gt; masuk dalam perut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After lunch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala start ting tong. Efek &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Neslo&lt;/span&gt; kaw and &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;cheese cake&lt;/span&gt; dah terasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Dengan malasnye aku pegi ke meeting tu. Kalau bukan pikirkan yang aku wakil company, memang aku rela dok diam diam kat opis setelkan keje-keje yang berlambak tu. Ramai gak yang tak datang, kalau aku tau aku pun takyah datang tadi. Tapi apa plak excuse nak bagi kat bos, memalukan company lak nanti. Bila dah pi meeting tu, aku start terpikir yang aku ni sebenarnye dah tadahkan kepala aku kat lubang pancung kepala. Tapi bila kenangkan target aku tahun ni nak meluaskan network HR, maybe benda ni berguna gak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Kat meeting makan lagi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes aku rasa part yang paling menarik time meeting ni ialah part makan. Especially kalau outside meeting. Ada &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; and few jenis kuih. Abis je meeting, ada jamuan lagi. Makan makan dan makan. Kali ni &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;meehoon seafood kuah&lt;/span&gt;. Ntah le aku pun tak tau ape nama dia, yang aku tau meehoon tu berkuah and penuh dengan seafood. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Karipap&lt;/span&gt; pun ada. Eeiiyeaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Balik umah&lt;br /&gt;Tak jadik join diaorang pi dinner cos ada benda aku nak kena setelkan. Kat umah aku boleh makan lagi. Kali ni &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;tomyam ayam + 1 burger ayam special + 3 bijik limau mandarin + i jagung bakar&lt;/span&gt; disumbat dengan jayanya dalam perut aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;Apela nak jadik dengan Survivor. Takkan tension makan sampai tak ingat dunia? Tak kiralah, yang aku tau this weekend aku kena exercise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-5220876639040810324?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5220876639040810324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/cerita-makan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5220876639040810324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/5220876639040810324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/cerita-makan.html' title='CERITA MAKAN'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-2489219984806760222</id><published>2006-01-20T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:26:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MAG ON THE BLOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/1600/dcm0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6300/746/320/dcm0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Malaysia's edition of Digital Camera Magazine (DCM) is in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;With an affordable price of RM8.00, this 130 pages debut issue (Jan 2006) comes with a free tutorial CD. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a newbie, I've been looking for informative and affordable digicam magazine, so far it's either too expensive, too little or too much advance information. All the imported magazines cost about RM20-40. With much lesser price, lots of photography tips and useful information on digital cameras, DCM is definately worth buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as noted by the editor, for the first few Malaysia edition issues, readers should expect most of the content to be taken from UK's DCM(70% UK and 30% local).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw the February issue already in the newsstand. Not gonna miss it either, perhaps i'm going to subscribe if the 2nd issue is equally good as the first one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;For me this magazine is for anyone interested to know more about photography techniques and digital cameras. It's worth more than the RM8.00 spent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-2489219984806760222?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2489219984806760222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-mag-on-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2489219984806760222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/2489219984806760222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-mag-on-block.html' title='NEW MAG ON THE BLOCK'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763326733717792020.post-4118382326781933307</id><published>2006-01-19T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:27:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS VS COFFEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I think I've consumed too much coffee lately. No wonder there's this constant throbbing and pounding in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Can we consider anyone who took 5-6 cups of coffee per day (depending on the size of the mug; 2-3 teaspoons of coffee powder + 3 sachets of coffeemate without sugar), overdosing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I know coffee is not the only culprit. After analysing the causes and I've concluded that stress make me dependant on lots and lots of coffee and the caffeine overdose contributed to my constant headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Luckily I don't suffer from insomnia due to my excessive coffee intake, my mind was too tired to stay awake that I fall asleep immediately after my head landed on the pillow. Or else i'll need to double the caffeine dosage to combat whatever symptoms caused by my sleep deprivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;Stress. Stress. Stress. There goes my healthy drinking habit. The 'Hantu Kopi' is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763326733717792020-4118382326781933307?l=marchattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4118382326781933307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/stress-vs-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4118382326781933307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763326733717792020/posts/default/4118382326781933307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marchattack.blogspot.com/2006/01/stress-vs-coffee.html' title='STRESS VS COFFEE'/><author><name>SuRViVoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04381442001085701856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R61Xvfk8ZL4/Si9tx43GrdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4HJ5-AY6j-I/S220/5020.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
