<?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-2204251353214281269</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:46:46.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JustSeeMe =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-493350473112469373</id><published>2010-04-25T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:02:11.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Proton? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Early in the morning,people tend to go to the mosque for subuh prayers right?&lt;br /&gt;Well,you might as well say that is the same way i do things in the morning but only today started with a little twist towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to wake up early in the morning and i should be driving to LCCT fetching our beloved ibu! But something happen this morning which kinda made my head dizzy for a moment. Mana tak -nya.. Pagi2 dah buat hal kat depan umah aku..  Actually tokaya suruh aku gostan kereta dia nak kuar la kan pagi tue.. Aku plak dok pening2tgh fikir hal diorang dlm kereta dengan asyraf lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last2 kene jadi mcm tue lak.. Kereta tokayah calar biasa je la maklumla kereta mahal kan kene la tahan kuat skit,yang tak boleh blah kereta jiran la kene '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BAIK&lt;/span&gt;' punya! Kereta dia mcm kene hantuk dgn lembu seberat 6 tan! (For details please visit my facebook site: ) memang cun punya la kemek dia! So,dgn rasa bersalah dan frustration yang membina aku teruskan perjalanan menuju ke lapangan terbang mengambil mak cik ku yang tersayang (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which comes down to our topic? Nape kereta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PROTON&lt;/span&gt; di Malaysia mempunyai quality yang tersangat lah... (Maaf atas penggunaan kata) HAMPEH! Kepada semua pengguna kereta proton di Malaysia! Adakah anda mengalami masalah yang sama dengan kereta anda? Setiap kali pertembungan berlaku antara kereta anda dan benda asing, the worst effect goes to your own car right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Why is it like that&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan mengikut pengguna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Proton&lt;/span&gt; di Luar Negara seperti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;, mereka mengatakan kereta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Proton&lt;/span&gt; mempunyai kualiti yang sangat baik dan jarang berlaku komplikasi sebegini di negara mereka. Malah ada yang mengatakan mereka menjadi pengguna setia Proton kerana kualitinya! Tetapi mengapakan di  Malaysia &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proton&lt;/span&gt; telah menurunkan kualitinya sampai ke tahap yang begitu rendah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya harap anda dpt memberikan serba sedikit mengenai kualiti kereta2 hasil Proton?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; May we all have the satisfaction of buying a car that suits its uncommonly low price tag with a greater expense! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sincerely T (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2204251353214281269-493350473112469373?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/493350473112469373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=493350473112469373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/493350473112469373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/493350473112469373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-proton-why.html' title='Why Proton? Why?'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2022009594985594847</id><published>2010-04-22T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:15:21.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Welcome all to my little heaven in words =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today saje nak cite something that my senior MLT in charge of the Serology Lab discussed. Sebenarnya ketika kami sedang menjamu selera di pantry room (YE,dlm pathology lab ada pantry room = "bilik rehat") suddenly handphone Amir (one of my friends) keluar la&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; lagu hindustan&lt;/span&gt; dgn nada volume yang agak kuat sampai kedengaran seluruh pantry! Memang tak dijangka btul dari seseorang yang begitu matang ye (Amir jgn kembang hidung!) So, dia tiba2 kebelakang dan ckp kat phone dia.. Rupa2nya call la de~ Haha, mastura (GF dia) yang call tanya khabar la tue la dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang biasa je kalau kita tgk.. Tapi &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puan Norani&lt;/span&gt; terus bagi komen panas which i quote "Eleh,sblm kahwin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bukan main cpt angkat&lt;/span&gt; phone call. Bila dah kahwin nanti&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; orang call pown&lt;/span&gt; tak angkat phone" Memang mcm tersentak la sebab dari seseorang yang nmpk begitu alim memberi komen yang sebegitu pedas ke hati! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,dari situ bermulalah sesuatu topik yang bertajuk senang tapi mempunyai kebenarannya tersendiri! Ok2,ada beberapa perkara yang telah dibangkitkan dan kami semua tersentak dgn kebenaran yang terhasil dari jawapan yang diberikan dari &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puan Norani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yang telah memberi satu ayat yang boleh dibanggakan "Saya sudah berkahwin hampir sedekad,saya dah faham sangat perangai lelaki, semua lelaki sama je!" So,telah ku bahagikan kepada beberapa perkara yang memudahkan pembaca2 menghayatinya =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kebenaran Pertama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Norani telah memberitahu &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bahawa apabila sebelum kahwin, seorang lelaki akan datang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A.S.A.P&lt;/span&gt; apabila teman wanita dia memanggilnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila sudah berkahwin, anda ingin membuat perjanjian untuk si dia mengambil anda pada pukul 2 tetapi dia telah hadir dua jam lewat dan memberi alasan bahawa si dia terperangkap dalam "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;traffic jam&lt;/span&gt;" sedangkan orang gaji memberitahu dia bertolak pukul 4. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kebenaran Kedua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila bertengkar,si dia akan cuba melawan dan memberi persaingan dalam menentukan siapa yang lebih berkuasa antara bf dan gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila bertengkar,si dia akan hanya mendiamkan diri dan mengangguk apa sahaja yang telah dilemparkan kepadanya dan memberi alasan dia tidak mahu kita bergaduh terlalu lama sebab &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ingin tidur lebih lena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kebenaran Ketiga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memberitahu bahawa akan membantu dengan hal2 berkaitan dapur dan membantu sebanyak yang boleh dalam menjamin kesedapan makanan yang lebih sedah dimakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dia akan memanggil "Ayang!!! Tolong abang buat air nie.. Cepat skit k syg! Abang dahaga nie!" Sedangkan anda tengah sibuk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memberi anak makan&lt;/span&gt; dan sibuk meletakkan baju kedalam washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diharapkan anda dapat menghayati beberapa perkara yang telah saya kemukakan supaya anda dapat mencari jodoh yang lebih sesuai atau "brain wash" kan je spouse yang korang ada sekarang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sincerely T =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/2204251353214281269-2022009594985594847?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2022009594985594847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2022009594985594847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2022009594985594847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2022009594985594847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-after.html' title='Before &amp; After'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2895832373049890233</id><published>2010-04-20T21:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:58:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesi Jual Ayam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Would you do something opposite of something that you paid so elegantly to learn but yet you do know that what you're about to do would be the total opposite of what you're trying to prevent?&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that every single day when you were in form 3 or from 5 your parents would be saying things like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eh,adik kene belajar rajin2 taw. Takkan nak kerja jd tukang sapu sampah mcm orang2 pakistan tue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" atau something like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Adik.. Sekarang nie orang cuci pinggan pown pakai diploma,adik kene belajar rajin2 baru la dpt kerja elok2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,btul tak? Thats what opah and tokayah would normally say to me and I'm glad they did it cause without that i wouldn't have the motivation to achieve success. Haha,tp nak dijadikan issue nie adalah ketika berlakunya posting hari ini di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Makmal Patologi Kajang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Supposedly i start kerja akan tolong di bahagian integrasi dua menolong Kak Nina and En Zahari yang memerlukan khidmat pelajar yang berkaliber untuk membantu memasukkan sample kedlm mesin cobas dan olympus! Haha,time dispatch pown kene pelajar jugak kene buat sebab takkan la org yang berprestij mcm diorang nak buat kerja2 office boy tue kan baru la nmpk ada kerja sikit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,sasar jauh nie.. BAck to the main thing.. So "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" kepada kami semua iaitu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Madam Ooi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; telah memanggil beberapa orang pelajar yang sememangnya sibuk untuk membantu dalam process membuka almari besi yang berat setiap bahagian mencecah 5kg/each tue dan membawanya 20 meter ke bilik yang lain utk dipasang kembali. The best part is, bila dapat atau yang aku antara org2 yang terpilih utk membantu dlm process pembikinan itu aku tidak berhenti memaki nasib aku yang bertuah nie! (0_0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, time tue aku lak pakai baju uniform masterskill (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;FYI: Baju Uniform Masterskill terdiri dari baju dan seluar yang berwarna putih suci ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) dgn alasan perasaan patriotik kat kolej tue ada lagi! Haha,so sbb nak jaga kesucian baju tersebut terpaksa la aku bukak and pakai t shirt aku lak which in fact is also white color! Time tue perah la otak dok fikir mcmn la aku nak jaga baju ngan seluar aku nie.. Last2,teringat dulu abang 'radicare' (syarikat yang melupuskan bahan2 buangan toksik dari makmal) yang setiap tengah hari datang utk kutip sampah dan menjerit "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ASSALAMUALAIKUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" kedalam bilik yang sememangnya sibuk tue. Haha,dia memakai apron plastik biru yang nmpk teramat cool! So,cepat2 g bilik cuci (bukan toilet tetapi tmpt mencuci peralatan recyclable) dan bantai amik satu set apron dgn gloves latex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dah set pakai apron plastik dgn glove latex maka lengkaplah transformasi dari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;seorang pelajar medical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; kepada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;seorang tukang jual ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yang mempromosikan kepak ayam kepada setiap pekerja makmal! Memang kelakar la kalau sekali imbas tapi memang tidak dpt dinafikan sekali pandang pasti nak lagi! YAng freakynya memang sejibik mcm abg yang aku usha kat pasar mlm taman jasmin yang jerit "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sekilo 5,Sekilo 5,Sekilo 5 OOOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan la dari pagi sampai petang nak buka nut2 kecil si almari besi tue! Dah ciput2 semua tue and kalau hilang satu memang dazzling lah hidup mu nak pasang balik almari tue!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Almari owh Almari mengapa kau byk nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; (*DOUBLE MEANING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn,sape tulis nie ^^ memang kurang ajar btul la korang nie.. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with the story, kitorang bukak sana bukak sini naik sana naik sini memang byk aktiviti dan bunyi pertemuan besi2 seperti "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kling2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" dan "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Klang2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" Bukan Klang tapi effect bunyi k? Hehe,memang penat tapi bila dpt tau lunch telah diberi sponsor memang ia satu dorongan ke arah kejayaan! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;br /&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/2204251353214281269-2895832373049890233?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2895832373049890233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2895832373049890233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2895832373049890233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2895832373049890233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2010/04/sesi-jual-ayam.html' title='Sesi Jual Ayam'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-3218135362976927192</id><published>2010-04-19T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:46:28.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, biar saya mula dgn perkataan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bismillah&lt;/span&gt; dan terima kasih kepada mereka yang telah byk membantu dlm pembikinan blog ini ye.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya blogger nie dah lama jugak tidak ku sentuh ye disebabkan beberapa faktor yang agak menjengkelkan.. haha,ok! I confess,i dah lama tak sentuh blogger sbb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MALAS&lt;/span&gt;! Hey2,at least i mengaku kan? Jgn la judging sgt.. Mcm la dia tue tak pernah malas! (-_0) So reason i nak tiba2 memunculkan kembali perkara ini adalah disebabkan perasaan rindu apabila taip2 sorang2 kat dlm bilik and sunyi sepi disebabkan memerah otak apa yg boleh ditulis kat dinding nie pastu bleh lak tetiba gelak comel2 sbb rasa teringat kat lawak kartun masa kanak2 dahulu... Haha,sungguh tak berkaitan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.. People always say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN MOVING FORWARD,TAKE A FEW STEPS BACK&lt;/span&gt;" Mainly my grandparents and my aunts and uncles would tell me this.. Pernah tak sesapa yg belajar skrg nie memikirkan keadaan nie.. Pernah tak korang dalam ketika sibuk belajar (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mengkaji perkataan kecil dan mengopek kembali otak ttg apa yang lecturer sebut dan juga nota yang telah korang scribble kat tepi2 mukasurat tue&lt;/span&gt;) korang  memikirkan ttg apa yang korang buat nie membawa faedah dan menjamin akan memberi kepuasan diri kepada diri dan juga bulatan yang dilukis mengelilingi orang yang disayangi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yela,like example right now i tgh ambil diploma kan? So,i masih lg memikirkan what should i do when i finish this? Memang tak dapat dinafikan yang memang "I CAN'T WAIT TO END THIS" punya mood tue ada.. Cuma bila kita fikir balik "Should i continue this or go find a job?" (T-T)&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati aku fikir benda nie? Memang la bunyi mcm scary je but thats the truth? Each day i'm reminded by the other people around me yang setiap hari melakukan perkara yang sama.. Oppss,lupa lak nak citeq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEKARANG SEMESTER INI SAYA SEDANG MELAKUKAN PRAKTIKAL DI HOSPITAL KERAJAAN KAJANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,memang seronok! Cuma agak kepenatan bila dtg sample selonggok demi selonggok kat dalam bakul tue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; nak sort lagi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; kene masuk buat test lagi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; nak print result &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; nak despatch lagi! haha,byk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; kan? nak buat mcmn,dah nama kerja kat hospital.. This is part of the occupational hazard. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,lama tak tulis panjang nie rasa best lak! Maybe nanti sambung lg la ye.. I really hope someone out there can just shine a clear light for me to choose my path clearly so that i won't regret making the choices that i could one day never have the chance to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T =),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/2204251353214281269-3218135362976927192?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/3218135362976927192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=3218135362976927192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3218135362976927192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3218135362976927192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2010/04/nostalgia-blog.html' title='Nostalgia Blog'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-1767965739590455262</id><published>2009-09-26T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:55:44.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha,gosh its been quite a while since i wrote something :) I miss writing stuff here. Well,i don't really have that much time to tell everything. So,i'll just sum it up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came here to Australia to visit my dear old Aunty(Uchu! U muda k? Jgn risau!) hehe,and planned to stay here for a couple of weeks. The thing is,everytime when i step here i get like this boost of botox(cey2) haha,silap.. I boost of suntikan vitamin S! vitamin yang dikenali sebagai vitamin Semangat! Uchu will always give me this great tips and tell me her stories of being at another country. Huhu,i surely hope i can be like her or even better! haha,mesti punya la~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,time meh sini memang dah plan akan raya kat sini... Haha,so memang syok la dpt beraya kat sini. A lot of new and interesting people yang kita akan jumpa tau! mcm sorang mamat nie nama dia Loges tau,he's studying in Biotechnology kat sana and kitorang sama2 bakar sate time org kerumun nak baca doa Hari Raya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha,good times.. So,kitaorang pown plan nak g Mt buller! Kira tmpt snow la,haha.. Syok beb! Dapat snowboarding and skiing kat sana.. Haha,and all the mat saleh bleh buat org lemah iman beb! Syukur dpt ke sana... Semoga kita dpt pergi lagi.. AMIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And most of the time kitorang just spend time kat sini.. Now i can't wait to go back home.. I wanna meet my frens and i wanna meet my BABY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BABY! I'm coming home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AJVEfZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Rm3V7x3rOr8/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385742364656494514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AJVEfZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Rm3V7x3rOr8/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is really good,I promisE :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AI8ibuAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tweLIjM1PJw/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385742358071195650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AI8ibuAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tweLIjM1PJw/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nie Im.. he's my cousin and my brother :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AIeBLP7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/wDwqTbNrQ_w/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385742349878640562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AIeBLP7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/wDwqTbNrQ_w/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUPERBIKE+ME=SUPER MODAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AIMRhHCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gZRHPRgPgUM/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385742345115343906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AIMRhHCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gZRHPRgPgUM/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,i miss u :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AHoRWwxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WRSBzWQiTvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-1767965739590455262?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/1767965739590455262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=1767965739590455262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/1767965739590455262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/1767965739590455262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/09/melbourne.html' title='Melbourne'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sr4AJVEfZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Rm3V7x3rOr8/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-5242371912950662589</id><published>2009-09-16T07:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:07:36.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming here to Melbourne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SrAq8AVN7XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x0N2-zS_hGM/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381848765077253490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SrAq8AVN7XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x0N2-zS_hGM/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby! I dah smpi kat sini dah... Sorry but i can't use my phone or anything like that here.. The only way i could keep in touch with you is through the internet.. Huhu... I'm really sorry.. Just wanted u to know that everything is fine over here and is hoping that i could look and see u smile.. Huhu,i'm really sorry.. Well,this morning i sent uchu and im and aiman to their school. Haha,percaya tak besar lagi sekolah im aiman dr college u b.. Haha,and time i dlm kapal terbang.. I ada amik gmbr sunset and i teringat kat u.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381849150543948914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SrArScTo7HI/AAAAAAAAAJs/a-mMq_IdqQw/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nie aiman time i nak hntr dia g school :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381849695176526002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SrAryJOKiLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AjaxomJOlq8/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nie baby i,n i miss her so darn much :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I Love U so much Nursuhaida,sorry i can't do more than this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-5242371912950662589?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/5242371912950662589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=5242371912950662589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5242371912950662589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5242371912950662589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-here-to-melbourne.html' title='Coming here to Melbourne!'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SrAq8AVN7XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/x0N2-zS_hGM/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-1214323152771292826</id><published>2009-08-08T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:31:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa Selamat Seyh!</title><content type='html'>Hari nie merupakan hari jadi seorang insan yang sangatlah comel n cute n freaking photogenic tau.. And the lady is none other than ZARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367612629414068882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sn2XP2QgQpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MrZLxX07MNs/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,dia nie kan memang tersangat la comel tau.. Actually her dad which is my uncle which is the son of my grandfather buat kenduri doa selamat kat rumah banglo gigantic dia tue.. So,it was a long time since i dah g sana.. Al- maklum la, busy kat college je memanjang kan? Haha,xde time nak jumpa sepupu comel aku nie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orait,well.. Let me see.. Owh, hari nie aku pown jd drebar je like I always do.. But there's sometin special.. My dear beloved Eyda pown join and akhirnya berjumpa ngan datuk H aku.. Hehe,so tokayah pown mcm sporting je kan.. buat2 baik dpn dia padahal tokayah dah lama tak nampak anak dara sunti kan? So,malu n happy la dia.. Kecian tokayah tau, asyik terperap je kat office tgk la bini2 org kat sana yang muka dah mcm angelina jolie berumur darab 5! haha,so it was a pleasent start towards an introduction of Eyda to my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh,btw.. Ada satu benda nie caught my eye when we were there.. I thought tmpt tu kene la act baik and all kan? Ye la,sbb doa selamat kan? kene la buat2 baik for a day,tp i finally knew that i kene jd moving playground for my cousins.. Haha,dah la lama giler tak jumpa diorang kan? Melissa(Blueberry), Didi(BumbleBee), HAna(Raspberry), Hakim( optimus PRIME) Diorang sume bukan main ganas lagi.. Ada satu part td yang diorang sume jatuhkan i sampai terbaring2 n all of em sat on me.. haha,nak tau apa diorang buat? Diorang terus shove kan "SNIPS" bertan2 kat dalam mulut! Haha,so thats all je la kowt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I love You A Hundred Thousand Billion Million Trillion Pound Sterling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-1214323152771292826?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/1214323152771292826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=1214323152771292826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/1214323152771292826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/1214323152771292826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/08/doa-selamat-seyh.html' title='Doa Selamat Seyh!'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sn2XP2QgQpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MrZLxX07MNs/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2551125231683111493</id><published>2009-08-05T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:49:49.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesanan Iktibar</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard a saying? There's this one time when a boy ask an old man "Sir,what is the meaning of love?" The old man answered "Why dont u go to the wood and find me the most beautiful flower and you can't turn back from your path"  The following day,the boy went into the woods hoping to understand what the old man said. The next day,the boy met the old man "Boy,why aren't you holding any flowers?" THe boy answered "I went into the woods and found this beautiful flower, but still i went forward hoping to find another more beautiful flower but when i went forward i couldn't find any. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i turned back,the flower i saw before was gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." The old man said "That is love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then ask the old man "Sir,what is the meaning of marriage?" The old man said "Why dont u go into the woods and get me the most tallest and biggest tree for me" The following day, he went into the woods again hoping to find out what the old man meant" The next day,he once again met the old man "Boy, have u found me the most tallest and biggest tree?" The boy answered "I found the tall and big tree that you wanted, i thought of going forward to search a taller and bigger tree, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but i was scared that i couldn't find any and i would loose this tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." The old man said with a smile on his wrinkled face "That is marriage".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-2551125231683111493?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2551125231683111493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2551125231683111493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2551125231683111493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2551125231683111493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pesanan-iktibar.html' title='Pesanan Iktibar'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-4146555130626375874</id><published>2009-08-03T21:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:26:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC FAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn,dah lama jugak la aku tak update blog nie.. most probably sbb aku mls sgt and with the new semester starting it may be hard for me to be doing this.. But wait! haha,korang ingat aku nie mesti ada laptop tp susah nak dpt internet kan? haha! U people must be like freakiiiiiiinnn not using ur head long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365731507284548226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SnboYIPRGoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rPIyq3yGh-k/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,(nampak tak)x99? Nie la hasil pembelian dan titik peluh aku dan nursuhaida berjalan2 di &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;PC FAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sambil belajar menjadi Bumper Car! Alasan kitorang ke sana adalah utk mencari broadband utk dijadikan milik kami :) ... Pergh!! Toksah ckp la,nak masuk je event tue dah kene panjat all the freakinnn way to the 3rd lvl tempuh semua cikadak2 yang tak penting pown.. Mula2 tmpt tu opens with the games department! Byk la booth2 kat sana n byk la jugak amoi2 lawa kat situ panggil "Abg2,mai la beli ini CD,3 4 hinggit,myk best!" Wah2,mcm jual CD cetak rompak plak kat aku~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time tue plak bleh la plak ada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cewek2 lawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yang telah mencantikkan diri dgn memaki baju cosplay dan mendedahkan bahagian2 yang tidak sepatutnya seorang lelaki melihat! Mujur lah aku bersama girlfren aku dan disebabkan kesetian ku yang tidak terbelah bagi kepadanya aku sekadar berjalan dan terus melangkah kehadapan............... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha,ketara menipu seyh! Eyda pegang pipi aku tarik muka handsome nie ke bwh dan aku terpaksa merangkak keluar dr section 2 beb! Pergh,syg giler dia kat aku kan? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,the next hall was about the printers.. bajet masuk la kan sbb nak follow the flow.. Bila sampai je kat dlm rupa2nya kene tipu sbb itu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;one way in and one way out&lt;/span&gt;(Imagine the Situation Please).. When we finally got the hell out of there,kita masuk la tmpt jual lappie's.. In there were like the heaven of lappies! Siapa yg sememangnya geek sejati akan menghabiskan sisa2 hidupnya dipijak oleh bycomers yg dtg dan pergi dlm bilik tue sbb diorang jual lappie's with knock down prices! And yes,this is the place where i first met my new gf(walkman).. I call her EVA(Extraordinary Vintage Item).. Hehe,bantai je.. Sbb when i saw it was like sooooo freeakiiiiinnnn coooooolllllzzzzzzzz(bunyi effect ice)! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,i pown sudah aim what to buy next to my broadband(Hehehe). Bila sampai je kat tingkat bwh skali.. We finally reach the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;motherloaD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! All those gadgets yang you bleh imagine ada kat tmpt tue! From ur average kingston thumbdrive to your weird usb port coffee heater.. Haha,its like all weird and fun and pist off n fun and crap and fun and tired all compressed and zipped and stuffed into that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;insanely large &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So,bila dah sampai kat penghujung tmpt tue baru la jumpa area broadband. Once,time i dah fucking muak dgn iklan celcom broadband turned into freakishly happy moments dgn eyda.. Haha,after gathering all the necessary information we went home n discuss all the info needed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,me and eyda went back there n got what we needed and craved! Nak dibuatkan cerita,i had a fun and tiring moment back at the PC fair. So,i nak ungkapkan satu nasihat dari wanita kesayangan ku ini "If u nak g PC Fair untuk berjalan2 i benarkan, but if u nak bawak satu family g sana is like a freaking mistake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365741117513260306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SnbxHhIV3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4C7L9tIacqo/s320/DSC01588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~Dun be jealous cuz i'm cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;FYI: I LOVE NURSUHAIDA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-4146555130626375874?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/4146555130626375874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=4146555130626375874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4146555130626375874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4146555130626375874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pc-fair.html' title='PC FAIR'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SnboYIPRGoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rPIyq3yGh-k/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2656673781984239828</id><published>2009-07-11T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:31:30.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumut</title><content type='html'>Hari ini agak memenatkan.. Wanna know why? Well,cuz i had to go through quater of the country twice in a day and the whole time i'm driving.. Huhu,dah la baru habis final.. mula2nya dr sblum final dah mind set g bercuti.. Tp sbb apa tah plan tuka la. suddenly,someone said she was planning nak g kenduri je.. Ok,fine.. G la.. But the thing is.. Tell me where ur going k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUnggu punya tunggu.. Dlm kereta kat mainroad g taiping tue,di sebalik poket BMW 5- series yg ada handset Sony Ericson masih lg tidak berbunyi.. Hati pown rasa tak senang hati.. Text la kat dia "where r u".. Suddenly "kat office member".. What're u doing there? Ok la,fine.. Bwk la kereta besar tu across patch after patch after patch of kelapa sawit habitat sampai mata dah bengkak2! tiba2 dpt mesej 'aunt called, she wanna meet me'.. Ok,then i ask where.. No answer~ Around another 5 kilometres i send a text "where r u"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied..... "The mines" Awat jauh sgt ko nak jumpa aunt??!! N she had the gutsto enjoy g wonderland sume2 tu.. Hmm,tah la.. AKu btul2 terkilan dgn org sekeliling aku.. I love them, but sometimes they really make me feel like an ant,easy to step n destroy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mintak u bgtau i kat mana u berada n tegur2 u bukan sbb i jeles with who you're with.. But to know whether u are safe or not.. Bukan sbb u dgn mana2 laki... But sama ada u selamat ke tak.. If anything happen to you.. I will never forgive myself.. Cuz i love u more than anything dear.. Plizz understand.. the things u did today was cruel to me walaupun u tak perasan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-2656673781984239828?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2656673781984239828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2656673781984239828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2656673781984239828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2656673781984239828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/07/lumut.html' title='Lumut'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-8023819058123380608</id><published>2009-07-04T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:11:39.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old T</title><content type='html'>The old T always sleep at 12.00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old T would always blab her to sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old T would call her every night saying 'I love U'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old T would just text her saying how much he misses her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old T would just turn on the webcam hoping for her to do the same thing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,i miss her soo dearly :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-8023819058123380608?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/8023819058123380608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=8023819058123380608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8023819058123380608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8023819058123380608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-t.html' title='The old T'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-118627250374317763</id><published>2009-06-13T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:28:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag me to hell</title><content type='html'>Tahla,patut ke aku rasa mcm tue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patut ke aku melepaskan geram kat dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah perasaan aku salah atau judgement aku salah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau adakah aku dikaburi sifat tamak haloba yang teramat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehingga tak dpt memikirkan apa yang betul dan salah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAtutkan aku meminta maaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patutkah aku menjauhkan diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku berfikir sedemikian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang,aku sayangkan dia.. Tp aku tak patut mengongkong dia, dulu aku slalu ckap jgn bersifat mengongkong nanti kedua2 pihak takkan tenang.. Berkali2 ku bercakap begitu pd diri sendiri tapi juga ku melakukan sedemikian..  tahla,malaz aku berfikir.. Mungkin aku sedar.. Aku tidak lah sehebat seperti kawan2 nya yang lain dan itu yang membuatkan aku cemburu terlampau.. Aku tak inginkan perasaan ini.. AKu risau keadaan ini.. Adakah aku yang salah? Aku tak tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa yang aku tau ialah aku tak sempurna.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-118627250374317763?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/118627250374317763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=118627250374317763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/118627250374317763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/118627250374317763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell.html' title='Drag me to hell'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-3929457313752403242</id><published>2009-06-10T22:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:16:56.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly of incidence :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha,today was quiet the day to be great and proud about.. Actually today is the day where i get to open my cast! haha.. Well,actually i had to skip a day's class to meet the Dr.Wahab (Pakar Orthopedik). Well,woke up in the morning and was planning to go to the surau.. Tp,tak dpt nak solat jemaah penuh sbb kelewatan! Ngok! Baik tak payah bgn kan? Hehe,so dgn cepat dan pantas ku berjalan kaki balik pd awal pagi buta dan straight away jump into my comfy bed and fluffy pillow :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its quite fun,then kene hantar asyraf g skool sbb suddenly dia punya cab tak dtg amik dia.. By cab,i mean teksi yang bermeter tu k( I know u must be thinking,biar benar budak nie amik cab dr umah) Well,yeah! Hari2 dia g skool naik cab tau,haha.. Ada driver beb! but malangnya today cab dia tak dtg.. So,kene la g usya skool baru dia.. Dlm i tgh driving dgn satu tgn.. I saw this quiet howt chick walking along side the road.. Haha,asyraf told me she was one of the hotties but actually she's the opposite of a Muslim lady even if she is one.. haha,tak sangka girls yang cantik perangai hodah nak mampus(censored pada yang tak matang k?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,afta that.. I g ampang puteri ngan opah around 10.30pm.. I drive la,like usual :) haha,i tot appointment start kul 12.30pm so kene dtg time tu la.. Rupanya kene ikut giliran lak,rupanya ckp opah betul! haha,so bygkan kene tunggu dr kul 12.30 sampai kul 1.30 utk dia buka cast.. then kul 1.45pm sampai kul 2.30 utk result xray.. Around 4pm baru bleh balik? Haha,i got some pic for the cast afta and before the opening.. Utk org yang tak tahan ngeri.. Jgn tgk k? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not for the fainted of heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345711105516928722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Si_H7XwyftI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eNuqaVl2agw/s320/tgn" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is before the hand was open with eyda at the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously,if tak tahan jgn pandang! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again,if tak sanggup sila tutup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okey,tanggung sendiri :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345711103797852482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Si_H7RW7eUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zqqPowFdjVI/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yup,this was the pic.. Doc cabut besi tu pakai playar tau! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345715420975966466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Si_L2kGZqQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VX_uuMHAi9A/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha,nie paku tue.. Dia panggil wire tau :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its actually in a yellow plastic bag called the biohazard bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok2,thats about it.. I tau korang dah takder selera nak baca kan? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Btw,i rasa the pickle of my choice for today is PUBLIC TRANSPORT! Yup! I hate KTM! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;B,i love u sooo much and i will never stop loving u the way i do right now! :) Mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-3929457313752403242?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/3929457313752403242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=3929457313752403242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3929457313752403242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3929457313752403242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/06/monopoly-of-incidence.html' title='Monopoly of incidence :)'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Si_H7XwyftI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eNuqaVl2agw/s72-c/tgn' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-8908335357940757992</id><published>2009-06-06T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:40:28.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Mahsuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha,last week was a blast! I got to spend time with my family for such a long time.. Its been a while since i been here and its been a while since i felt sand between my tingly toes :P Haha,it was fun and a lot of special moments. I don't think i need to tell you,u can see it for ur self :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344113931761841650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiobTn3hdfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0sIbNoNm6og/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The place we were staying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344113942390049426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiobUPdfCpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0Okc0AgILw8/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344113936320921938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiobT42fgVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qex7N3TaQiU/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The car were ridin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaZSky-kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7IaXsQjpd60/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344112929613740610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaZSky-kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7IaXsQjpd60/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty darn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaZAZN87I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yi6BynU3vxA/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344112924733338546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaZAZN87I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yi6BynU3vxA/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty darn hungry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaYtMmAYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/THsNYLC63XA/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344112919580115330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaYtMmAYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/THsNYLC63XA/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tough Guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaYtnnD2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BJA_tgvG8SM/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344112919693430626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SioaYtnnD2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BJA_tgvG8SM/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw,thank you for the great day coleen. It really means a lot :) I'm sorry if i act like a total jerk in front of you. I really love u a whole darn lot b! Mwa! Thank you again nursuhaida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-8908335357940757992?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/8908335357940757992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=8908335357940757992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8908335357940757992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8908335357940757992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/06/land-of-mahsuri.html' title='Land of Mahsuri'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiobTn3hdfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0sIbNoNm6og/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-3389500805502533561</id><published>2009-05-26T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:27:01.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Worth Sacrificing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; The start of the day was painful like usualy feeling the nudges of my wrist breaking apart is a normal routine i do almost everyday. Today actually started with some actions regarding my experiment with the streptococcus(haa! susah korang nak sebut!) shape and color of the bacteria staining. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340140127524696498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Shv9JxfrMbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rEp_D3YS-lE/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bertungkus lumus mencari bacteria sampai mata pown jadi juling2, actually i forgot to bring my lab coat. So, bantai pinjam ah meng punya.. Tak ku sangka lak kwn tinggi lampai ku ini bajunya saiz xxs :) So,dgn gaya model malaysia tersingkir ku dgn actionnya melakukan kerja2 biasa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340140131705846162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Shv9KBEieZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c-J-0tWkHAI/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This picture was taken when people weren't seeing tau :P Nie time miss suhana suruh kering kan glass slide.. Due to the loonnnng que of using the bunsen burner.. People started thinking of a way to dry their slides.. Dik.. dik.. dik.. PING! An idea pop out! Why not use the air cond?! So,p group after group after group after group started to go to the biggest air cond available and wished they could become ultraman tiga fighting kajiu monsters! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So,the day wasn't filled with fun and games. I was suppose to meet my coleen today but due to the far distance.. We decided to cancel it,but when we text each other this morning i felt that she needed me for some reasons.. I couldn't just leave her to be... I decided to cross kajang, pass kl central and went to klcc.. Let me ask u a question, when someone u love is in trouble or they requires u so much... Would u just leave them like that giving a definite lie to excuse urself or just sacrifice some energy and money to get to them just to be by their side? I'd definitely choose being beside my cared one, no matter what happens i'll try to help them in any way possible instead of saving myself.. I remember, the world is karma.. What you do know nor good or bad will come upon you depends on what y0u have done :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The day went great and had a splendid time with coleen :) but i was sad i couldn't spend time with her even more :( Btw,this is what she did to the boy with the broken hand :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340144201139341570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/ShwA245FyQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eqWO96vuTkg/s320/DSC01217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coleen! Come here my baby! Mwa! I love u sooo much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-3389500805502533561?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/3389500805502533561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=3389500805502533561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3389500805502533561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3389500805502533561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-worth-sacrificing.html' title='A Day Worth Sacrificing'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Shv9JxfrMbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rEp_D3YS-lE/s72-c/DSC00129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-3294942927403459470</id><published>2009-05-23T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:29:01.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Or Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever wondered how it is being a parent while being someone taking care of another being not regarding whether its a pet or a human.. Never the less, it's as hard as chipping ur own nail while doing a 360 degree back flip while holding a plate of pizza! I know its sounds ridiculous but its the truth..  Honestly,i always wondered what would it be like to have parents and how being a parent would make me a better human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;So,i tried experimenting with children and threw their dead bodies into a pit of endless corpse!!! Muahahaha! Gosh,would u really think i would do such a thing?! OMG! Haha,actually i tried asking a few parents and get to know people at my darn "pit of hell" hostel (which my water supply is being cut off for shit reason's) and to my surprise found out that being a parent does have their little but meaningful awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like the movie i just watched "Smother", the son tried to reduce his sperm count by wearing baby size undies and dip his ball's into freaking hot water! haha,silly ait? But actually,it shows that the son is having traumatic memories of his parents which are going through a bad time and lived separately.. Finally,the mother told the son.. "U are the only thing that make's me feel that i have accomplished something in this life and you resemble everything that i couldn't achieve in my life and for that i'm proud of you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I really hope that i could feel having such parents in my life,sure.. the absents of parents wasn't important cause i got all the attention i needed from my grandparents,but how long are they gonna stay? How long do i have to make them proud of me? I know i'm their grandson and i carry the burden of my family to excel from my uncle's and aunt's which now progress even a minister! I feel like a carry the burden of the world on my shoulders... But yet,i still have time to fool around and do wasteful stuff instead of focusing on my key goals.. It's hard.. Something happen last nite,which eventually change the perspective of how i look upon myself and how i alone could change what couldn't be change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope by being a better parent would bless me with even more dignity and pride to call myself a worthy human. Learning the errors of my past and rewriting the fault which has been done gives me a guideline in how to progress myself to the top of the world,one inch at a time.. Its a slow and hard process which has grant me priceless experience and each mistake i make will slowly bring me to success further in life... I hope someday, this mere child, which has nothing could be something capable of giving the equal blessing given to me by my grandparents. For that, right now, i could only pray to god to bless you each day with his light and teaching so that u can help me be a better man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-3294942927403459470?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/3294942927403459470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=3294942927403459470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3294942927403459470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3294942927403459470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/05/parents-or-responsibility.html' title='Parents Or Responsibility'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-410341354866007928</id><published>2009-05-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:50:45.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha,its been awhile since i last post anything. Btw,for u guys and girls which knew what's wrong with me.. I thank u all for praying for my best :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm doing great only with a injured right wrist. Nothing much have change with me only to knew that i gained something new and priceless. Thanx again.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coleen bcuk2,meh sini x2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely T.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-410341354866007928?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/410341354866007928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=410341354866007928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/410341354866007928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/410341354866007928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanx.html' title='Thanx'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-3287173215738307931</id><published>2009-04-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:49:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thorn in a Bunch of Roses</title><content type='html'>What do you feel when Ur the only thorn in a bunch of roses? haha,pelikkan peribahasa i? Its called innovation to yup.. That's what i wanna know.. Cuz,in my class.. I'm the only thorn n it is really frustrating,sure u get all the attention but it is sometimes  really pathetic! Once when we were supposed to be doing an experiment we was suppose to be observing the lecturer but cause of all the roses i was left aside.. Unable to move anybody cuz if i touch them then it would be called "Sexual Harassment"! haha,weird kan? Its life la kan.. I really love that someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-3287173215738307931?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/3287173215738307931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=3287173215738307931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3287173215738307931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3287173215738307931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/04/thorn-in-bunch-of-roses.html' title='The Thorn in a Bunch of Roses'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-873613693016805945</id><published>2009-04-21T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:51:41.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a year now since i've stayed here at masterskill since july. Many things happen since then.. I dun know why i'm bringing this up but maybe I'm just renosizing what I've been going through all this time.. Well,before this I'm not that kinda guy which cares much about other people but deep down i know i got too much love to be kept inside this little heart of mine.. Its kinda pathetic kan? haha,anyways.. Since i got to this college.. I've noticed a considerably large amount of change with my life.. I've spent way too little time with my family n i don't even know what's going on n the great thing is i go back home every week! Try imagining other people who go back once every 7 months? Sometimes i feel so lucky but yet so cursed to be in a college :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,that's the family part.. What about the chores n hygine factors? Well,before i entered this college. I only need to take notice on some events so i dun have to stay clean all the time la~ But now,every time i walk out of the doors from my house i have to make sure everything i wear n how i smell suits what i'm going to do.. It is very frustrating taw,slowly but surely i'm getting older n wiser. It feels like i was just in standard six yesterday,how fast does time flies by.. Huhu&lt;br /&gt;Now each time i meet someone and each time i greet people i have to do it with a smile just to show how "professional" i'm doing in this particular line.. People say when we get to college, students almost all the time lacks sleep,money,food but plenty of pleasure. I surely hope what they say is true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the people,every single day i have to meet new people n sometimes i'm stuck with them for my whole entire life. haha,thats just an exaggeration.. Hehe,anyways its true.. Since i came to masterskill,i've been meeting new people n i have to act all goodies too shoes around them,haha. N everyday i hav to act all hyper n cool n funny n fun around my friends just to hide my pain underneath the mask.. Its all i ever do around people,people say i'm fun.. but only certain people know who i really am.. But what i feel most lucky about is this freakishly beautiful lady i meet around august last year.. And it was the best worst thing that ever happen to me :) Since i met her i was turned inside out,upside down,lateral to vertical,semi round to semi square.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;She's the love of my life n i plan to make it that way for as long as i could hold.. hehe.. Thank you dear for coming to my life so unexpectedly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its special,we're getting to know life slowly. The book of life is unraveling its pages one at a time to us n it's up to us whether or not to read n enjoy it or just let it flip pages without knowing the meaning or the true essence of life.. Thank you b..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-873613693016805945?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/873613693016805945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=873613693016805945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/873613693016805945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/873613693016805945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/04/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-7403321246780812929</id><published>2009-04-12T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:41:46.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cload 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh,nothing can beat the feeling when ur freakishly turn heads over heel over something. Its like when u get a new shirt thats u purchased 4 months ago n finally got it, or when u just started to build n empire of business starting from sticks n stone n finally seeing it being one of the top notch strings of the century or when u just finished an interview knowing 99.9% that ur gonna get that job but thewre's still a chance that someone is gonna steal it away from you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its this feeling that can make u feel human.. Its this little things, little mistakes, little nidgets which make's us happy to be human. Which makes life so worth it.. Its this feeliung that makes u wanna be more hardworking n more diligent in doing the things to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone has a reason to live their life,like most of us.. its because we wanna repay what our parents did for us when we were small, or u just wanna get more money to live life to the fullest or u just wanna be famous n be known for your specialty n this is what people live for.. For the people who are not fortunate,sometimes.. Their reason to live is to have revenge on someone.. Or to just live life as it could be because their unable to take away their own life... But whatever the reason is.. Everyone has got to have a reason to live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this little blog writer,he had just found a new and wonderful reason to continue his pursue of dreams n success. He had just got a freakishly howt reason to fullfil his dreams. For the couple of years he had been living,the only reason he wanted to be successful was because he wanted to repay what his dear grandparents had sacrificed to bring him up with such hard fought battle through out their near dilinqushed life.. But do they care? Nope,they still took him in as if it was their child.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He held that dear to his heart knowing that he should repay them n with this little reason he stayed strong n went through wave after wave of obstacles only hard n stubborn people could pass through.. but this one new reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It came out of no where,it was as if u were walking from one corner n suddenly a train just "chooo-chooo"ed out of the alley that only stray dogs could go through.. Haha,it was a shocker,it was special.. It is wonderfull! He took it desperately,he was in love~ haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally,he took this reason.. wrap it into a little box n place it in line with his other causes of life.. N promised to himself no matter what happens,no matter what he has to go through.. No matter what obstacles he has to go through, no matter how high the mountain n no matter how low the ocean depth goes,he will try his best n do in whatever way to keep it to successfully keep his reason happy n easy n make life for her so much easier. It is what we called it as destiny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-7403321246780812929?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/7403321246780812929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=7403321246780812929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/7403321246780812929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/7403321246780812929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/04/cload-9.html' title='Cload 9'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-1453776848225985211</id><published>2009-04-09T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:39:58.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust or Lust?</title><content type='html'>Well today,its quite an interesting day.. Well,the gap of classes for thursday its quite large n takes about several hours to wait for a clas which the credit hours is only one hour? haha,freakishly weird right? Anyways,while i was waiting for the lecterur who had a meeting to show up.. I manage to had a non formal discussion with some of my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,one of my fren suddenly opened a topic about relationships. So,we got right into it.. One of the girls said that a guy and a girl should be well understand each other to further have a great realtionship.. The trust for one another should be adequete in order for the realtionship to go on a smooth sail.. Suddenly another fren of mine pops up n sad "%$#%$ trust!" "U should never trust women unless ur married to them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda shock with what he said n felt kinda worried.. he said,that when ur in a relationship or even a long distance one.. He said that when a women meets a new guy or vice versa they would definitely change heart n then abondened their loved one for something new... They would love it the new guy more than her bf.. Am i worried? Why should i be? HUhu,is this true? I dun know.. I really dun know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after,another fren of mine called me over and said that dun believe anything he said.. Its not that what he said is not true but its now a sin to trust the one u love.. huhu,i dun understand... HORSE RADDISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the worst out of it.. When i was on the way back to my hell hole,i ask a team mate of mine whether our team 'TITANS' was going to start the season with training or not.. But that son of a woman said that i was kicked because there was more big guys to fill in and he needed to "release" some senior players to allow them to get in.. What i wanted to know is why didn't he informed me earlier?? God knows how i trained at this hell hole n now that i can't show how i did was freaking torture to my freaking head which is already full of plenty full shit to think about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih,life is full of suprises right? I'm really pissed off but what am i to do.. I'm no genius, I'm no charming guy, I'm no Kobe Bryant, I'm no lover, I'm nobody bu just me.. No one wants a me.. Everyone wants a someone.. Who am i? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-1453776848225985211?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/1453776848225985211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=1453776848225985211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/1453776848225985211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/1453776848225985211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/04/trust-or-lust.html' title='Trust or Lust?'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2020357985378951478</id><published>2009-04-08T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:14:58.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Urine Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the day really started pretty well,got up quite early cause i knew today was gonna be quite a rushing day actually,got on the bus,manage to revise some stuff back and arrived at the college pretty darn late. I took my usual "teh tarik" n gardenia bread n manage to finish it in quite a record time,hehe. So,time dah habis je mkn.. Kene rushing naik ke kelas yang berada pada tingkat tertinggi dan nasib baik i got pretty darn long legs yang membolehkan aku melangkah 3-4 anak tangga skali gus~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila sampai je kat kelas,miss dah cekak pinggang n said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"ewah2,awal masuk kelas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"maaf miss,kami pergi breakfast sebentar td"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"wah,saya pown tak ambil breakfast lg dan kamu masih bleh lenggang lengguk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"maaf miss,tp saya tgk miss hari nie sgt cantik dgn kombinasi menarik tudung dan bj kurung"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cait,jgn nak mengada aliff.. No extra marks will be given if u nak mengapu pown"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha,at least dgn memuji miss td dpt la i kurangkan kepala panas dier skjp. At least i dpt la jugak jawap soalan2 lontaran miss ke arah penonton dia yang mengatuk tue,xla mengamuk sgt dier hari nie.. Ala,lgpown if miss tu kerut muka tak cantik la miss feveret aku nie kan? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,the next class is around 12pm. I got around 2 hours to finish my cyanmethehemoglobin report required by miss.. Hehe,senang cerita.. Sempat siap,sempat hantar.. :) Today ada dua kelas dan i had to use both blood n urine.. haha,i tak tau tp hari nie ramai kowt yang i dpt tolong cuz diorang mintak tolong i focuskan microscope maybe i hav the magic touch kowt :) Thanks bby! hehe,i ada amik gmbr skit.. Hope u enjoy.. Tak larat la nak type pnjg2 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322306196216677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SdyhSWNbBiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xXR_fNCIGuI/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nie miss clinical biology i,dia tgh ajar mcmn nak centrifudge urine sample :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322305502178237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/Sdygp8tw3XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/40CdR3LhVWQ/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I slide used to count the freakishly small red blood cell n white blood cell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307116341721538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SdyiH58U-cI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tzsT1RpOMHc/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nie la sample darah yang perlu diambil :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-2020357985378951478?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2020357985378951478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2020357985378951478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2020357985378951478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2020357985378951478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloody-urine-stuff.html' title='Bloody Urine Stuff'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SdyhSWNbBiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xXR_fNCIGuI/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-8958359114168633436</id><published>2009-03-30T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:27:54.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Huhuhu,U!!!! I'm really sorry! I've no excuses for what i did but please forgive me.. I xberniat nak buat u marah la... :"(&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/2204251353214281269-8958359114168633436?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/8958359114168633436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=8958359114168633436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8958359114168633436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8958359114168633436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2242850881684040074</id><published>2009-03-25T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:52:27.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh,haha. I dunno where to start. Well,like usual i woke up at 5.45am,took a shower,prayed,got my uniform on,etc..etc..etc.. Kiranya when i got to college,i forgot that it was Career Day for the seniors :) I got to help out a little bit but i wasn't part of the comittee,darn it.. SO,instead i just went from one booth to another just checking any available future advantages i could steal :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,bila dah penat jalan. I ngan uma n mastura pown g la cafe cuz nak refreshkan bdn yang sememangnya tgh kepenatan.. haha,did i mention? Cuz i sampai college pg td pown dah about 7.26am which barely gives time for me to have my most important meal of the day! Cuz i dah janji ngan eyda i should get it evewiday... I bought one roti sambal ikan bilis,sneak it pass the darn guards,took it into the class eventhough time tu ada sudden quiz(btw,i got most of it spot on :p),sambil miss nina(histopathology) menerangkan ttg the basic of this subject,sambil itu juga saya mencubit secebis2 roti ke dlm mulut yang kelaparan ini.. hehe,so bila dah mcm gabra tercekik skjp dan berjaya diselamatkan dgn pertolongan air botol pelbagai guna ku! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317104867042301538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/ScomtJGOlmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P-rFxnO0VWI/s320/DSC01686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sblh tu uma,dia takder kerja so tolong i tekan luka. Thanks uma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dijadikan cerita pendek,masa i kat cafe.. I,uma n mastura pown ternampak la sesi derma darah.. So,hati kami pown mcm nak join je.. Tp,bila dah buat blood screening and dicheck oleh dic bertugas.. Hanya saya yang berjaya dipilih utk menyumbangkan darah.. Tp,jgn tertipu! Mastura n uma tanpa segan silu berada disebelah ku sambil memberi phycho yang sgt2 menakutkan! "alep besarnya jarum tu!" "alep jgn pandang awek sblh!" alep! Zip u terbukak!" Haish,frust je.. TP disebabkan composure ku yang sememangnya hebat dan tulen aku berjaya melalu saat getir jarum dicucuk.. Memang best dan bangga la dpt menyumbangkan darah ku ini kepada org yang memerlukan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317105837851232834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SconlppHSkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/igN8HUH-qZ0/s320/DSC01687.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Afta finishing the donation,expression full of joy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pd masa tu,ingat nak senyap2 je tak nak bgtau org.. Tgk2,sampai sume lecturer yang mengajar afta that sume tau i sorang je dlm class yang sumbang darah.. Gosh,malu giler time tu.. But the thing is.. I jd mengah2 naik tangga yang i biasa lompat mcm kijang je.. I jd penat n pening2.. Hmm,mungkin darah dah ambilkan.. Dah la kene angkat wife laptop yang sememangnya berat! huhu,nasib baik la ada uma n mastura.. Lega la blakang aku skjp.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i hope that people takkan rasa afraid or scared to donate blood. Cause i think its a very noble thing to do.. Besides that it will also save other people's life btul x? Bak kata pepatah melayu "Buat baik dibalas baik,buat jahat dibalas jahat" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-2242850881684040074?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2242850881684040074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2242850881684040074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2242850881684040074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2242850881684040074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-expression.html' title='Bloody Expression'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/ScomtJGOlmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P-rFxnO0VWI/s72-c/DSC01686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2292206270776860429</id><published>2009-03-24T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:16:42.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Wet Mount</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today,i woke feeling pissed and shocked.. N when i took a little peek at the phone,i withdrawn cause i was afraid of what might be inside the text message.. But no matter,i read it anyway and again felt a surge of motivation flowing from my heart straight to every little part of my body giving me more strength to run through the day :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha,today was quite the day.. At first my class starts out at 7.30am,miss azleyana came a wittle bitty late cuz she had some errands to do... So,we started around 8.. Well,on this day we had our very first practical of the semester. We were suppose to be introduced to the technique and instruments used to sterilize most of our instruments in the lab.. Well,things were going well.. I felt like i missed someone at this particular time :P So,miss brought us to the preparation room well all the stuff were placed. She showed us the lamina flow(a desk covered with glass),it is used when we want to transfer microorganism from one medium to another and she also showed us how to clean and sterelize it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that,she showed us the autoclave(a washing machine kinda machine). I tot like "yeaa,nothing la nie kan.." Then we she open the hatch,a super stinky winky dirty sharp hissing kinda smell came up like a bomb!! Haha,terkejut giler.. Sampai terbatuk2,miss kata if u can't stand the smell dont take this course,Lol.. haha,autoclave is a machine that is used to sterilize(musnahkan) bacteria pada item2 lab. If u had done some experiment with microbes. U need to sterilize it then only u can throw it away.. bau busuk dier buat u sanggup duduk sblh tong sampah u for 1 week :p  Haha,afta that she showed us the hot air oven(mcm oven) and incubator(to keep and store microbes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,that was all what miss azleyana showed us.. After that we had parasitology class.. But the thing is,we needed stool(taik) utk buat experiment! tP,GROUP i xde &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sample so kiranya mcm kelam kabut.. I ngan kwn i terus beli papaya 2 slice and ate it whole bajet dpt labur afta that la.. tp tak rasa apa2 pown.. Frust je.. So sbg last resort kita mcm mintak sedekah kat org.. Bila ada je org nak masuk tandas i akn tanya guy and my friend akan tanya girl wether mereka sanggup derma stool(taik) mereka utk kita punya experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PUnya dah lma cari masih tak dpt nak cari donor yang rela hati dan sporting tau... Frust je masa tu.. But i had a plan,i bought 2 glasses of teh tarik and drank both so i dpt feeling dlm perut lebih cepat sblm org lain.. Tp,pencarian masih belum berakhir.. Bila dah rasa mcm nak give up bila takder manusia pown yang nak sumbangkan... 10 minutes befor class i GOT the feeling tau! Apa lg! Botol sample! haha,i terus masuk tandas dan did what i have to do! hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila dah puas hati dan bagi everything that i got in my belly,i masuk la kelas.. MIss Rosilawati which is our parasitology lecturer pown masuk ngan penuh gaya dan "fines"! She started to give explanation and theoretical procedure to check wether u have parasit in ur belly! While she was talking,i was like shaking all over cause i was scared wether or not i have parasit in my gastro-intestinal tract... :(    Haha,when finished she asked the chief of ever group to take the instrument,i dgr je tu terus kaki i lembik! haha,nak buat mcmn,nervous punya pasl :P Haha,letak iodine(pewarna) on the slide and tgk2 kita kene just amik sikit je sample mcm setitik je stool(taik) tu tau! Buat penat je i bg full force! Haha,membazir je tau! Then bila dah pakai lab coat and glove and mask.. Kita pown letak la slide bwh microscope.. Cari punya cari,guess what we find... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kita nampak mcm benda2 pelik tau and i tak pernah nampak benda yang begitu clear and cantik tau... tak sangka our own stool could look so beautiful! haha,serius cantik sgt! If i hav the chance.. I akan buatkan utk kwn2 i dan let u see how beautiful ur stool is! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-2292206270776860429?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2292206270776860429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2292206270776860429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2292206270776860429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2292206270776860429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/direct-wet-mount.html' title='Direct Wet Mount'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-6986350020601454099</id><published>2009-03-22T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:08:47.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!?!!?!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BODOH,TOLOL,CELAKA,BANGANG,GILER,TAK GUNA,SIALAN,FANTAT FULUS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arGHHH!!! wTF??!! APHAL NIE??!!! aKU NIE boDOH SGt KENAPA?!?!! bENGAP!! sIALAN!! bODOH!! tAIK!! syntos!! bANGANG LA KO NIE ALIP!!!  oRG GILER KAT TANJUNG RAMBUTAN POWN LG BGS DRPD Ko!!! fuck!!!! FUCK!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-6986350020601454099?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/6986350020601454099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=6986350020601454099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6986350020601454099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6986350020601454099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf.html' title='WTF?!?!!?!??'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-2986664575948505596</id><published>2009-03-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:41:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie about us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) *smirk* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love today,haha.. I really love today! :) I got to spend time with eyda and naddy yang tercinta!!! Kitaorang g Jaya jusco AU3 tau,and we had fun there. Haha,but i wasn't in a good mood la.. Kecian diorang.. Tp naddy somehow manage to make everything upside down.. She's fun! I hope that the man who's gonna be with her will manage to wake up knowing in shock that his lover is naddY! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me,hehe... Well,i don't know.. But i had this tinggling feeling when i drove back with her after naddy was sent to her doorstep.. I dun know.. I dun wanna know.. I'm scared to know.. Maybe the feeling was a curse.. Maybe it really was.. Full of bad luck and tormentrous dissaster.. But i like it.. the feeling.. I need it.. Its what i wanted.. Its what i was searching all this while! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha,i love it!!! I want it! haha,btw.. Td kannn,naddy made a fool of herself in the trolley and in the car! Haha,love u bebeh! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-2986664575948505596?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/2986664575948505596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=2986664575948505596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2986664575948505596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/2986664575948505596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/lie-about-us.html' title='Lie about us'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-6758210142152080840</id><published>2009-03-19T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:01:32.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems... I think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its normal to feel sad,its normal to feel crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its normal to feel dispair,its normal to  heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its frustrating to suck air in the water right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its frustrating to see in a cload of smoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its frustrating to see a girl that u like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that whenever u talk u will choke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its heart stomping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;heart shatterinng,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;heart binding love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that when u see it u know how to rise above.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-6758210142152080840?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/6758210142152080840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=6758210142152080840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6758210142152080840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6758210142152080840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/poems-i-think.html' title='Poems... I think..'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-6427097394291902357</id><published>2009-03-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:33:04.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in the Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Today was great,again i'm able to spend almost the whole day with my most current missed friends again. HAha,like usual,pagi2 dah g surau nak solat subuh. Then dgr ceramah dua minit then balik umah sambung tido balik sampai la kul 8~ Afta that,tokayah suruh g service kete persona tonggek sbb dah cukup mile-age~ Then,tanpa disedari. Rupa2nya tmpt service kerete tonggek i tu dekat sgt ngan rumah naddy,haha. Rasa mcm nak singgah minum teh tarik halia je kat umah dia,tp disebabkan tanggungjawab yang tak terhingga kepada kereta tonggek feveret i,terpaksa la i tunggu n tunggu and tunggu dan akhirnya tunggu~ : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally,lps 2 1/2 jam tunggu those freaking mechanics to fix the car. I pown balik umah sbb dah sakit bontot menunggu diorang. Eh2,n time tunggu tu. ada sorang mak nie bwk la anak dier kat situ. Soooooo freakin cute gilerrr budak nie,dah la dier jalan mcm terumbang-ambing. PAstu bila i buat muka kuci-kuci-pampers-HEY dier senyum then jatuh terduduk dpn i. Then,dia diam skjp then sambung balik gelak comel dier~ haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OWh,then that very evening i kuar plak ngan two of my most anticipated friends of the week~ Little baby and sleeping lady! haha,like usual,T from persona cab enterfrise akan dtg kutip sorang2 then bwk diorang jalan2. I first bwk mereka ke GALaXY AMPANG! We watched Marley and Me! Thats like the only movie which could make my heart melt next to Pursuit of HAppiness,huhu. I mcm feeling giler,dah la i watched with eyda and naddy. Rasa mcm giler feeeeelinnnng! haha,btw... Something happen in there,nak tau tak? Haha,but i pomish naddy not to tell you~ Haha,so i'll leave it to your imagination to figure it out k? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,akhirnya yang betul2 tgk movie tu hanyalah ku and eyda. So,sambil tgk movie.. Sambil kita bercakap sesama kita. Whats interesting is that,bila i pandang je mata eyda dlm movie and the light shines.. I could see beautiful glows coming out from it,i could barely resist any temptatios feeling tau tak~ Comel giler muka eyda,haha.. And tolong jgn perasaan ek,if u marah or anything dun swallow or gobble me up k eyda :P haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afta the movies n afta naddy got out of her embarresment,we went to the nearby Ampang point just to empty up our huge little belly~ haha,jalan2 then naddy buka la cerita pasal org kepala worm la,pasal mamt hensem bertatu la,pasal clearence sale la,haha. I ikowt je kat belakang,following them from behind.. I tak tau,tp i rasa happy je bila tgk diorang bergurau sesama sendiri~ hehe,so afta the small stroll n afta sume org dah mengadu lapar.. Kita g la ke tmpt yang eyda kata2kan~ MAli's corner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,dah la i tak tau jalan. Then,eyda pown mcm ingat2 lupa. So,u byg la berapa wrong route yang telah kita tembusi sblm kita jumpa mali's corner tu~ haha. I mcm dah mengucap je dlm hati bila eyda ckp salah.. Tp yang buat i tergelak btul2 bila dier buat muka takut and bersalah dier tu,tu yang buat i sabar2 je la! Naddy pown sibuk cerita pengalaman dier,eventhough i could hear it and give some response. I can't really remember what we talked about cuz i was like frreakin driving the car,huhu SOWIE naddy! haha,so kiranya kita even la ek? Take care U girls mean a lot to me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313076650110881282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SbvXEDpIDgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7993wOGtixQ/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-6427097394291902357?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/6427097394291902357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=6427097394291902357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6427097394291902357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6427097394291902357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping-in-scene.html' title='Sleeping in the Scene'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SbvXEDpIDgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7993wOGtixQ/s72-c/DSC00209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-4229223999813965912</id><published>2009-03-10T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:35:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies in my Belly</title><content type='html'>Have u ever wanted something very much and you would do anything to have it? Its called greed dear,its something that everyone has. It is something special and yet it acts as a curse to human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed is something that could help as be a more successful person in our life or yet take us down like boulders on a mountain cliff falling helplessly hoping for gravity to stop functioning so that u could save ur sorry little ass!(tu pown dipanggil greed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I am, right now felling butterflies every time I think about this particular thing. haha,mesti tak paham kan? Like i ask earlier,have u ever wanted something real badly untill u don't care what would happen to others?  Tu la yang i rasa sekarang,but this feeling is towards a certain someone la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this thing is wrong but at the same time i want it really F**king badly! Haha,its a weird thing to say it but i think i'm in love~ haha,its not easy to say it tau! For a person like me to say those freaking 4 letters meaningly is really hard... Huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the consequencess if i try to get her but at the same time I know my limitations. I weally2 like her and yet for my hand to reach hers is thousands of lightyears away... Navigating out of this feeling has been a challenge i have yet to succeed. But no matter how hard it is,i'll do my best! haha,mungkin sekali anda(cecey bajet formal je) mesti tak phm apa yang sy tgh tulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utk kesimpulan post kali ini,Aku nie minat kat seorang wanita(habis tu takkan mamat dr Jlan Chow kIT!). Aku tau walaupown betapa byk aku usaha utk mendapatkannya aku tetap takkan dpt waju walaupun setapak kaki ini kerana dia sudah berpunya. Dan walau besar mana pown hati ku ini utknya aku tetap tiada hak utk mendekatinya. Oleh itu,aku bersikap optimistik dan fikir yang terbaik. Aku rela menjadi teman patung utknya dan setiap kali dia meminta pertolongan akan ku berada di sisinya dan dia juga boleh melempar aku ke hujung dinding dimana aku tidak diperlukan. Aku rela,bak lagu faizal tahir "Cuba lah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergh,teruk jugak level jiwang aku nie. It seems that i could continue this crap for some long time la. So,to jimatkan focusing time korang. I'll stop untill here people who are reading this could think about it. But still,i will be there for her no matter what will happen. I'll do my best cause again I'm in LOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-4229223999813965912?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/4229223999813965912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=4229223999813965912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4229223999813965912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4229223999813965912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterflies-in-my-belly.html' title='Butterflies in my Belly'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-519417585905816516</id><published>2009-03-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:45:10.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow,yesterday was like OMG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that i'm a nerd and everything,knowing that i'm not a howt hunk plus i'm not the most attractive guy around. But hell,i'd do my best for anything i'll put my mind to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I smlm hang out with three of the most amazing girls I have ever met in real life! Ok2,i'll list them down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EYDA Six Pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NADDY Little Wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;QUYA Young and Dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These three girls gave me a glimpse of what being out with friends are all about. Eventhough mcm tak la happening sgt kitorang kuar tp at least we finally get to meet each other. Owh2,did i mention that they are my myspace friends which i have never met before. Really,i was like dreaming the whole entire time~ Haha,they all were howt as hell and they were all hip and funky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;U all tau kan yang i masih single mingle through the wingle kan? I tak tau nape sejak i break up dulu masa form 3,i had this urge to choose every howt women i see and yet dun want them cuz i think that i'm too picky. Usually when i see a howt woman from a far,i was like really pump up to meet 'em. But When i get close enough and get to see their flaw.  I tend to reject them because of their flaw. I dunno why but this is me,i'm picky! Because of this untill now i stil can't find the right one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But this was change! I have never met any girl who could capture my heart the way this three have done brilliantly and stylishly which  i might add. They were like these not so average woman with the talking and the gossiping and stuff but these were normal kan? But somehow,usually when i see flaws i get all yucky and get away,but this time its different. The more i see their flaws the more i want to be with them! The more attracted i am  to them! The more I felt warm and comfortable with them not because of their looks or anything but beacuse who they are and how easy of them to accept others into their life. I was welcome and I felt a warm chicken soup feeling when i spend the time with them. Its this  feeling that i'm searching far and wide for,its this feeling i want to get from my special someone,and its this feeling i will forever cherish with all my heart so i wont forget it later in life right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you want me to tell u about them? Well,i could give u hundreds of words that could describe their beauty and their attractiveness but i want u to personally know them and feel that feeling i have lost for such a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And again,EYDA,NADDY,KAK QUYA. I owe my u my deepest apreciattion and humbleness that someday i hope to take u girls as my life long friends. Would u? :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sincerely T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-519417585905816516?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/519417585905816516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=519417585905816516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/519417585905816516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/519417585905816516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-night-out.html' title='A Girls Night Out'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-5105439214870658889</id><published>2009-02-19T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:02:45.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIRIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The true success isto able to move from one failure another failure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,its been a while since i wrote anything at all. A lot have happen and i just wished that all this experience that i have been through will be useful to me in the years to come. I met new friends, found new peoples,saw things normal pedestrian wouldn't dream of seeing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here,i just wanted to say thanks to all of those people. Whether u know it or not, u have in a way change the way i view the world. And by that,i bow down to you. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sincerely,T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-5105439214870658889?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/5105439214870658889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=5105439214870658889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5105439214870658889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5105439214870658889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2009/02/spirit.html' title='SPIRIT'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-201014220750540325</id><published>2008-12-11T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:44:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Korban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well,it was on Monday actually. But i kinda post th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is quite late. I only manage to take some pictures only,but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope u enj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCanCczfEI/AAAAAAAAACw/jkIY0W6yc8s/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCanCczfEI/AAAAAAAAACw/jkIY0W6yc8s/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388758741482562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCZhKF06OI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aInZqD_wKZg/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCZhKF06OI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aInZqD_wKZg/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278387558201747682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCaDF6Zt_I/AAAAAAAAACo/byqhL7xak2I/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCaDF6Zt_I/AAAAAAAAACo/byqhL7xak2I/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388141195638770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCaDN67tmI/AAAAAAAAACg/A7dR5j3Q-Bg/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCaDN67tmI/AAAAAAAAACg/A7dR5j3Q-Bg/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388143345350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCaCm-usZI/AAAAAAAAACY/GDm0vR1UE9s/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCaCm-usZI/AAAAAAAAACY/GDm0vR1UE9s/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388132892291474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sincerely,T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-201014220750540325?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/201014220750540325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=201014220750540325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/201014220750540325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/201014220750540325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/12/hari-raya-korban.html' title='Hari Raya Korban'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SUCanCczfEI/AAAAAAAAACw/jkIY0W6yc8s/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-8964184128180222417</id><published>2008-12-09T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:22:32.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well,what do you do when u hav a crush over someone but never had the guts to tell her? Its like i've known her forever and I really hope to have something special with her. The thing is,that she somehow always hang out with hotter boys and that usually make my confidence level drop like a metal ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please,someone! Help me out here!&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/2204251353214281269-8964184128180222417?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/8964184128180222417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=8964184128180222417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8964184128180222417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8964184128180222417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-me-please.html' title='help me please!'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-6671971057151248338</id><published>2008-11-22T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:55:59.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things not 2 say 2 ur BOYFRIENd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- can'&lt;wbr&gt;t we juz be frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- i'm PREGN&lt;wbr&gt;ANT.&lt;wbr&gt;. just kiddi&lt;wbr&gt;ng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- My last BF was a littl&lt;wbr&gt;e BIGGE&lt;wbr&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- i betch&lt;wbr&gt;a i can FARt Loude&lt;wbr&gt;r than u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- i tell my mom EVERY&lt;wbr&gt;THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- stop hangi&lt;wbr&gt;ng aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d wif ur frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds, spent&lt;wbr&gt; ur time wif me.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;(&lt;wbr&gt;smeti&lt;wbr&gt;mes ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- you must carry&lt;wbr&gt; u CELL PHONE&lt;wbr&gt; so dat i can CALL u ALL THE TIME.&lt;wbr&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/2204251353214281269-6671971057151248338?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/6671971057151248338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=6671971057151248338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6671971057151248338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/6671971057151248338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-not-2-say-2-ur-boyfriend.html' title='things not 2 say 2 ur BOYFRIENd'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-5051580453696723830</id><published>2008-11-21T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:10:01.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agglutination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wuahahaha! Today was my first time ever doing an experimet. It was awesome,doing things with real blood and stuff. But it a great experience,i can't really exp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lain it. U have to see it by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbNCieIdhI/AAAAAAAAABo/E6GVKuNEiWk/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbNCieIdhI/AAAAAAAAABo/E6GVKuNEiWk/s320/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271125857380365842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nie time when me and pathma got the antibody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbNV4EcTsI/AAAAAAAAABw/x4i3ndutzbw/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbNV4EcTsI/AAAAAAAAABw/x4i3ndutzbw/s320/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271126189595709122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nie semasa darah diberi dan diletak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbMbiWvqVI/AAAAAAAAABg/05eZAloz8lA/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbMbiWvqVI/AAAAAAAAABg/05eZAloz8lA/s320/DSC02112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271125187334482258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha,nie plak time antibody bakal diletakkan on their designated places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbN73mPwWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eq1r4iGC174/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbN73mPwWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eq1r4iGC174/s320/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271126842304086370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was start of the experiment n we filled up the entire board with blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbOlyHNdlI/AAAAAAAAACA/kEtcY9OU9YE/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbOlyHNdlI/AAAAAAAAACA/kEtcY9OU9YE/s320/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127562386241106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally after a day full of passion,some photos were taken. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sincerely,T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/2204251353214281269-5051580453696723830?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/5051580453696723830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=5051580453696723830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5051580453696723830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5051580453696723830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/agglutination.html' title='Agglutination'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSbNCieIdhI/AAAAAAAAABo/E6GVKuNEiWk/s72-c/DSC02109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-4557520237283734348</id><published>2008-11-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:25:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CGPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSU1naRSwkI/AAAAAAAAABY/H0DVwW60s5U/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSU1naRSwkI/AAAAAAAAABY/H0DVwW60s5U/s320/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270677890090058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Woah! Today was a big suprise for me,it really was. Ok,get this.&lt;/span&gt; Thi&lt;/span&gt;s week i'm taking my first test for my second semester! haha,together with the classes it really is frustrating to study and to finish our work. But hell,its life kan? Deal with it one way or another. But that not the main topic right now,ok2. So,today at about 2.30pm i took my lab instrumentation test. After about 15 minute buat jawapan,i pown kuar la(cuz there was only about 10 question for 4 topics,anything could come out),i was the third to leave the lecture hall. Afta giving miss emey my paper,i scram to AnR to obtain what is called The Result. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went there,then i saw pathma and thuba all together jumping in excitement. Then,i pown tanya la the most obvious question "u dpt apa?". Then diorang bgtau la,i pown gementar sbb before this i kept on telling telling everyone that i was gonna get into the president's list. So,i told akak "akak,exam dah habis. nie nak mintak slip exam".Then,my friend told me "ey,result exam la bukan slip". malu la skjp kan? Then buat je muka tebal sbb dah tak tahan excitement. The adrenaline was far from normal masa tu. Ok,so process dia mcm nie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Akak hulur,saya amik,saya keluar,saya buka,saya tengok,saya interpreted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And guess what? cpt2,guess la. Teka je,tak betul pown tak pe. Then bila dah baca tu,i pause skjp. Mcm matric tau,i had a moment. Evrything just stop so that i could reflect and think about what had i done and about to do........ About ten seconds after that,thuba pown tepuk my back. "ey,u dapat bape" I pown dah kelu lidah and terus bg kat dier so that she could confirm that i wasn't dreaming. tiba2,dia mengamuk and started to hit me. "Why u dpt 4 flat! Tak puas hati la!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I GOT 4 FLAT FOR MY FIRST SEMESTER!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its crazy,i tried calling anyone i couold think of(family la). i told them tp mereka tak phm so i kene buat mcm dlm spm. I got 100/100! Diorang pown ckp alhamdullilah, syukur and all. IT really is a motivation drug to keep me moving! Scholarship and and wonders are within my reach,i can do what i couldn't during my SPM years. Its payback time,i'm gonna achieve the greatest! i'm gonna be the best! Pray for me! N i'll do the same for you. Thank you god and everyone who prayed for me. i promise that i will try even harder! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sincerely,T&lt;/span&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/2204251353214281269-4557520237283734348?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/4557520237283734348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=4557520237283734348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4557520237283734348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4557520237283734348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/cgpa.html' title='CGPA'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SSU1naRSwkI/AAAAAAAAABY/H0DVwW60s5U/s72-c/DSC02105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-7478998270844025595</id><published>2008-11-14T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:36:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>examination week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ello there,minggu nie bukan main cepat je berlalu. From monday to friday rasa mcm 15 minute je,haha. Ok2,well the week starts off like usual. Bgn kul 5.00 berebut masuk tandas then beratur kat dpn hostel. Class for this week kiranya mcm the start of my working life la kowt. Everything from the tiniest cell sampai la kat anate immune system,woah! NAseb baik aku dah tukar bilik,kalau tak aku nak study pown kirannya dah tak termampu kowt. Usually aku balik dr kelas dlm kul 6,then siap solat maghrib pastu sambung g gym. Yes!You heard it right! i'm going to the gym la skrg. Ramai org sindir tau tapi aku bersabar je,bak kata pepatah "sikit-sikit,lama-lama jadi bukit!" Bukan nak ckp apa la,tp tanda2 g gym dah muncul la,i mean bdn dah mula sakit,otot dah mula naik dan chicks dah mula tertarik! haha,catchy tak? orait,this week dah kira near the examination week. We all sepatutnya prepare utk exam tp ada la dikalangan kita yg siap bleh jalan2 g mid valley megamall! Masyallah,iman aku tercabar jugak la. Hmm,maybe thats about it. This week is full of stuff yg boleh buat your head berbelit! But thats life kan? We learn to deal with it one way or another. We live and learnt to do things as it should be,right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sincerely,T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/2204251353214281269-7478998270844025595?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/7478998270844025595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=7478998270844025595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/7478998270844025595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/7478998270844025595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/examination-week.html' title='examination week'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-7324851555599440085</id><published>2008-11-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:04:28.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is T, T Aliff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SRWqcCHOFqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k8wV12zij3M/s1600-h/Daniel+Craig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SRWqcCHOFqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k8wV12zij3M/s320/Daniel+Craig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266302737859876514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a money consuming day but its worth every sen. I spend time with my cousin,asyraf and went to KLCC to watch the latest of the bond series,Quantum of Solace. Dari start sampai kat KlCC sampai nak beratur kat TGV it was like freaking pack of people! Shoot,so kitorang apa lg. Lari terus potong ramai gyler org dan dptkan spot utk beli tiket :) Ramai jugak la people were pist off but who cares? Janji kitaorang dpt tgk wayang sudey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,to make things easier,kita beli tiket 2.30 punya. So there was still 1 hour before the movie starts. I ngan acap g la jalan2,giving all the girls we saw ratings from 1 -10(it was fun!). Eh2,did i mention duit PTPTN dah masuk? SO,kiranya i got some money to spend la,Lol. OK2,so kami jumpa la kedai sony kat hujung atas dunia KlCC tue. Kebetulan lak,i memang nak cari headset yg baru since yg lama dah rosak(masuk byk sgt lubang telinga kowt). So,we went in and browse thourgh every single headphone that was in there. Haha,kesian abg yg kene layan i tue. Habis sume benda i mintak bukak nak try la konon. Then,suddenly i set my eyes on this awesome headphone sume best gyler termasuk harga dier,which would cost me around 300++! Browse punya browse finally jumpa yg paling sesuai plus would save my wallet tons! Tanpa disedari,dah 2.25,so i ngan acap bergegas lag wayang nak beli popcorn abondening mamat yg layan kita tue. haha,kesian dier. Tgk2,it was still pack of people n we had to split just to see who gets to the counter the fastest. After that,we want in and watch the most awesome englishmen movie ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta 2 n a half hour sitting on our butts,we came out filled with the BOND factor. haha,budak memang senang nak terpengaruh dgn movie kan? So,me n acap reamke cerita tu kat luar lak. Jalan mcm james bond,minum mcm james bond,siap tegur awek pown mcm james bond,Lol. Then,I g balik kedai sony earlier td,and jumpa balik mamat yg layan I td,n we browsed for more options. Finally,beli gak yg this particular nie n straight away wear it. From the way i dressed tambah ngan my charm(ehem2) i bet almost every person in KLCC had their eyes on me(veinnya aku nie Lol). Lps puas hati beli,i sambung plak g tgk baju kat topman. Pilih punya pilih,jumpa baju yg fitting that shows ma sexyness. Acap pown dgn selamba try out all the Shirts that he could lay his hands on,i pown ikut jejak langkah dier. hasil perbuatan kami,akak jaga wardrobe naik bengang then mintak kami cpt skit(sori kak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lps puas shopping,we went back. Now i know why women like to shop so much. Its fun,but the one thing that seperates boys and girls is that girls like to shop mostly everyhting but gadgets and that is what men want most! Haha,went home with hands full of goodies and a wallet that just lost its weight. Bottomline is,i spent quality time n had got the things that i wanted. Next time i'll try to take as many pictures as i could just to let you feel how my day went. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-7324851555599440085?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/7324851555599440085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=7324851555599440085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/7324851555599440085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/7324851555599440085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-name-is-t-t-aliff.html' title='My name is T, T Aliff'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SRWqcCHOFqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/k8wV12zij3M/s72-c/Daniel+Craig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-3071841854029671792</id><published>2008-11-06T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:02:58.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things that girls don’t know about guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1. Guys hate sluts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-&lt;br /&gt;how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh…nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-3071841854029671792?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/3071841854029671792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=3071841854029671792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3071841854029671792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/3071841854029671792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-things-that-girls-dont-know-about.html' title='50 things that girls don’t know about guys.'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-5008448536042576226</id><published>2008-11-02T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:44:38.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SQ2oxcp-fRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/w6mBC7gIHos/s1600-h/DSC01950.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new start to the new week! Tomorrow ada class,n this week is full of events that will be glued to my memories forever. Okey2,i bgtau skit2 untk sepanjang minggu ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well,the week started off slowly. mcm biasa,bgn pg solat subuh kat surau. smbg tidor. bgn kul 1 then terus on9 smpi ptg. ptg lak,g main basketball skjp then mlm on9 lg then tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nie kira higlig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ht nie. today i'm gonna hav my long await&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ed surgery! Al maklumlah,kaki i jadi sarang skru semenjak ncbl berlangsung 3 bulan lalu. haha,tu la nak main basketball sgt sampai nak berkorban. I then kene tido sana satu mlm sbb nak dptkan insurance claim. Dlm tempoh tu,sume nurse kat situ dah kenal i,mana taknya. kaki berbalut tp mundar mandir mcm ada masalh negara! haha,well its sweet but very the very boring kat dlm ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I keluar ward around 3,tp sblm tu. I bantai all the free gift n goodies yg bleh bawak balik(opah suruh). Haha,naik bengang akak nurse tu tp nak buat apa,sengih je la. Then,rileks kat umah skjp then ptg tu singgah balik kat basketball cour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t sambung main. balik2,stiches mcm dah terbukak! Panik terus contact doc tgk2 its normal n dier bagi warning jgn main for the next 1 week(Noooo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today,i spend quality time wit my cousin,asyraf. kitaorang bantai g KLCC. jalan2 menilai awek,bg rating from1-10. haha,susah nak jumpa 10 kecuali my granny. We watched High School Musical 3 n tropic thunder. Dua2 bg impak kat kitaorang n apa lg dok bantai tahan air kencing. Sape g tandas dulu kira kalah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hari nie kene g Le Paris kat PD utk syarikat SUPB punya family day. Best tu,dah la kaki tgh balut siap dgn stiches lg tp tak i apa kisah. Masuk je swimmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g pool,dah dok memanggil dr jauh lg. haha,n ada event cross dressing tau. Pak cik2 tue yg pakai memang lawak bgt! laugh my ass out tau! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today? Takyah ckp la,mcm2 acticity ada. I masuk sume dari main batu bata sampai tarik tali. Ada satu game yg kene makan pisang then kene pusing dlm satu bulatan,i pening gyler sampai terjatuh dlm laut. Sume giggle mcm piglet termasuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my granny. Not to mention,i masuk tarik tali gak. Apa lg,gerenti menang la n i got the prize to proof it. haha,i nampak je kurus tp disebalik kekurusan ini ada a muscular man! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa ajak balik awl,kajang dr pd tak jauh sgt. Dlm trip tu I bwk kete,when a youngster get holds of a BMW fikir la the possibilities! haha byk kete bengang je i bwk,it was happy n frightening! Balik hostel,simpan barang n now i'm here at the kedai dpn hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well,thats about it. happy memories for me n my family. Sincerely,T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SQ2t9_G1FpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iKcA-ln9zVc/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SQ2t9_G1FpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iKcA-ln9zVc/s320/DSC02014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264054819889682066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/2204251353214281269-5008448536042576226?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/5008448536042576226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=5008448536042576226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5008448536042576226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/5008448536042576226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/11/memory.html' title='MEMORY'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SQ2t9_G1FpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iKcA-ln9zVc/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-8545904959789792229</id><published>2008-09-24T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:00:52.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ts about having the perfect angle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having the perfect touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having the perfect aim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then only you have the perfect shot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thats how life is meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only in basketball but in reality too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;angle,touch,aim then score your dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&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/2204251353214281269-8545904959789792229?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/8545904959789792229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=8545904959789792229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8545904959789792229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/8545904959789792229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-4525211194614125156</id><published>2008-09-13T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:18:39.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack your bags!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Final exam is over! Its time for fun and its time to PARTY! Haha,tp takleh parti sangat sbb bulan puasa. Dan pada bulan puasa nie jugak la kene jaga adab. Alhamdullilah,banyakkan bersabar. Takpe,after maghrib bleh bantai nasi tomato and chicken chop. Sedap hingga menjilat sudu dan garfu! Hahaha,actually today is the last day i'll be eating at teratak rumbia untuk bulan puasa. Its somewhat sad yet knowing I'll be open to open puasa with my family makes it slight better. Hehehe,beli byk mkn skit. Thats my policy for buka puasa. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway,rupa-rupanya betul apa orang ckp yg bulan puasa nie banyak dugaan yang Allah berikan kat orang yang dia sayang. Mana taknya,rumah alep tu bukan semua yang puasa penuh setakat nie. Asal lapar sikit,bantai hisap rokok. Memang tak sayang nyawa betul la. Patutnya pada bulan nie la kita nak insaf skit,skit je la,takyah byk2. Hahaha,gurau je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok2,nak sambung cerita. Budak2 rumah alep hampir semuanya tahap gangster. Tambahan plak,ada lak member alep hilang handphone alep plak hilang duit. Haih,very sad indeed. Money can be found,handphone could be bought but friendship can't be found in just like that. To make matters worst,orang yang mencuri nie plak dalam kalangan budak serumah. Pelik tau,dah la serumah,mencuri,pastu nama budak2 satu rumah sume kene masuk student affair. Its sucks la. Dia tak sedar ke yang kita akan jadi mcm adik beradik dlm rumah tu cause we're gonna be living in it for the next three years! Try la pakai otak tu once in a while. Asyik pakai nafsu je,mana tak binasa hidup. I hope to that particular person supaya dia dapat insaf dan jadikan perkara nie sbg satu tauladan yang akan membantunya jadi seorang manusia yg berguna dan beriman. AMIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok2,dah dekat berbuka nie. I better siap order makan dulu. Kepada sume warga islam,SELAMAT BERBUKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely,T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2204251353214281269-4525211194614125156?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/4525211194614125156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=4525211194614125156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4525211194614125156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/4525211194614125156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/09/pack-your-bags.html' title='Pack your bags!'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-9143212054286500965</id><published>2008-09-09T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:15:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today i got ma new uniform! Haha,serba putih! Mcm dlm iklan BREEZE,hahaha. The shirt makes me look like a doctor. Granny finally u have a doctor in the family tree. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAybe,just maybe I could do my family proud. Well,thats the good news of the day. The bad news plak,its about the student affair wants to meet the all the students in ma house! Gile frust,leh buat orang rasa nak marah. Actually,rumah alep tu byk sgt monkey who doesn't realize how old they are. Ok2,cuba bayangkan you tgh study sampai kul 2.oopg then mata you dah pasang timer utk off. Dalam keadaan tengah tahan mengantuk,tiba you dengar orag gelak ramai. Then you keluar tengak what the hal happen. In shock you see budak2 melepak hisap rokok bukan nak belajar! Ingatkan kene histeria ke,orang lompat bangunan ke,rambut gugur ke, tgk2 melepak mcm org dah mabuk. Sebenarnya sume kawan aku cuba kadang2 perangai beruk diaorang bleh buat jiwa terseksa! So,sambung cerita you sound sume tapi bagaikan curahkan air ke daun keladi. Buat endah tak endah. Memang perit jiwa,sampaikan ada kwn serumah yang nak pindah. Kawan aku nie,pemikiran langsung tak serupa ngan muka. Harap je dah berjanggut tp bleh siap jogget inul! Gile lawak,tgk mcm aku. Janggut pown tak nak kat aku tapi masih matang. Alhamdullilah. Hahaha XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak dipendekkan cerita,bagi orang2 yg tertentu tu. Cuba la fikir,having fun is one thing,respecting others rights is another. Pandai2 la fikir kan anda sume dah tua kan? Well,done about that part. Final is around the corner(clishe nye) and study pown nak tak nak. MAsa study tu,the first five minutes was where my concentration was at its full. Entering the 6th minute straight tidur. Hahaha,memang susah nak study sejarah. But,when we think why we're here it gives a small yet meaningfull boost to your morale just to try a little bit harder. To squeze as much effort as possible so that you wont regret in the future. What matters s what you do now and the the next day or the day before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is now,do what you can to make its as precious as possible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway,skrg kat teratak rumbia yg disayangi dan waktu jam menunjukkan 2.11am. Jari pown dah penat dan aku pown tak tau nak tulis apa dah. Respect la kat orang yang bleh tulis panjang2. MAna dapat idea tah la. Hahaha XD Sebelum I start merepek,baik habiskan sesi nie dulu. Till the next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely,T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/2204251353214281269-9143212054286500965?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/9143212054286500965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=9143212054286500965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/9143212054286500965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/9143212054286500965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/09/effort.html' title='effort'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2204251353214281269.post-284854444074419372</id><published>2008-09-04T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T03:35:20.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well,I had just finished my presentation for my ENL! Huuray! But it hasn't seem to click yet. I still need to touch up on a few things. Ala,I can do that tomorrow lah. Right now,aku nak sahur kat Teratak Rumbia for the first Time! Hahaha,tak sangka aku kedai makan nie bukak sampai kul 4. Hebat tul! Aku doa moga kedai nie laku2 belaka! Hahaha,makan pown bg la diskaun lagi ek. :P Ok2,tp ada benda aku kurang puas hati dan ada perkara yg memuaskan. Well,pasal presentation nie. Aku sorang je kene buat sume and I mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;! Yg lain buat bodo dgn hal masing2,haih! Buat mendidih je hati aku yg sabar nie. Tp,at the same time aku dpt improve byk benda la! Like my english fluency la etc.. Hahaha, malas aku nak taip. Bottomline,bg orang yg berusaha dia dapat la faedahnya dan orang yg jadi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SLOTH&lt;/span&gt; semasa ada kerja takkan dpt apa2 pown! Hahaha,finally nama syarikat datuk aku naik (&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SUPB:Semua Usaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PAsti BErjaya!)&lt;/span&gt;Bagus2,pagi2 bleh plak ingat kat atuk lg. Tokayah and opah sabar ek,I'll be home this weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All right,its now 3.35Am and the shop's getting kinda happening. Makanan pown dah sampai,teh ais is melting. The wind meniup sepoi2 bahasa di sblh telinga ku(geli!). Hahaha,  I think I better stop now,so untill the next time. Selamat Berpuasa and Happy Fasting! &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/2204251353214281269-284854444074419372?l=mushimushu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/feeds/284854444074419372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2204251353214281269&amp;postID=284854444074419372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/284854444074419372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2204251353214281269/posts/default/284854444074419372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushimushu.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-finish.html' title='I&apos;m finish!'/><author><name>T.Aliff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907812866000940713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ttLGn7iJX0s/SiqPQW54n9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/B-e1dPFxvG0/S220/DSC00154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
