<?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-7253881</id><updated>2011-05-07T09:24:30.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY tWo ceNtS woRth</title><subtitle type='html'>Blissfully married for almost to two yrs to ma bestfren who is also my darling.
lurves beaches (hmm not local beach, tho')
Lavender n lime green, is my colour..
Complete SUCKER for shoes n handbags, especially non-sensible ones..
 </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-6760189171270239877</id><published>2007-02-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:59:18.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to Manila, Phils for a biz trip over the CNY hols.&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome stay in Pan Pacific Manila with the company of positive, polite, superb nice Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ariel &amp; Ambec Driz, amazing couple!&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze sum time to go to the launcing of Time Defiance in Intercontinental Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;It was Phenomenal!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ariel &amp; Ambec for all the help to expand our biz in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;Cya soon in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/ViewfrmPanpacManila.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Pan Pacific Manila, overlooking Roxas Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/StarCityamusementpark.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Star City Amusement Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/unicornicesculpture.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unicorn Scupture at Star City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/intercontinentalmanila.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for the launcing of Time Defiance @ Intercontinental Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/wifalig.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;&gt; Ali Ghanaddan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/wifambec.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;&gt; Ambec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/ambec.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambec Driz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/teasingsirchin.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Singing Waiter Restaurant, this guy teasing Sir Chin.. rabak seyy, we laugh till our jaws were tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/4prettyladies.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryknoll, Val, Cat and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and we'll definitely come back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-6760189171270239877?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/6760189171270239877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=6760189171270239877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/6760189171270239877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/6760189171270239877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2007/02/photobucket-video-and-image-hosting.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-5718079918737880589</id><published>2007-02-13T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:50:35.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON</title><content type='html'>Extract frm a fren's blog :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common wuestion.  She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"  I noteiced that there was a large man sitting next to her, so I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It depends.  Is that your husband?"  In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know:?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle.  In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse.  You anticipated their call, wanted their touch and liked their idiosyncraies.  Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard.  In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience.  You didn't have to DO anything.  &lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called "fallin" in love.  Because it's happening to YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept off my feet."  Think about the imagery of that expression.  It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened to YOU.  Falling in love is easy.  It's a passive and spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship.  Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all) and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?:  And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else.  This is when marriages breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.  Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.  Infidelity is the most obvious.  But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV or abusive substanecs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.  It lies within it.  I'm not sying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else.  You could  And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better.  But you'd be in the same situation a few years late.&lt;br /&gt;because THE KEY TO SUCCEEDIN IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.  SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience.  It'll NEVER just happen to you.  You can't "find" LASTING LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to "make" it happen.  That's why we have the expression "the labor of love", because it take time, effort and energy.  And most importantly, it takes WISOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to know what to do to make your marriage work.  make no mistake about it.  Love is NOT a mystery.  There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (suc as gravity), there are also laws for relationships.  Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make you marriage stronger.  It's a direct cause and effect.  If you kow and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"..&lt;br /&gt;Not just a feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-5718079918737880589?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/5718079918737880589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=5718079918737880589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/5718079918737880589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/5718079918737880589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-i-marry-right-person.html' title='DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON'/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-3497452737178285177</id><published>2006-10-17T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:50:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haagen Daaz</title><content type='html'>No special occasion..&lt;br /&gt;Juz catching up..&lt;br /&gt;Juz feel like getting together with Ifa &amp; Shalyzz..&lt;br /&gt;Too much distraction in our lifes that we have forgotten to appreciate the finer side of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;used to do this mthly..with Ala and Lynn..&lt;br /&gt;But mak buyong and checher not free, so, dat explains the three of us, juz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13246495/196496275.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13246495/196496300.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13246495/196496289.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13246495/196496313.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after the laughing and being clowns and enjoying the shiokness of Haagen Daaz eskrim, this is wat you get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13246495/196496469.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i mentioned that Shalyzz brought along all our old fotos..&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing like mad women... &lt;br /&gt;Our graduation party and D &amp; D, Shalyzz was wearing this black dress with high slits and sooo ugly shoes... And she still wants to defend herself saying that it was the IN shoe, then..&lt;br /&gt;phleaaaseeee...&lt;br /&gt;OK, shalyzz, please please do not forget to scan those fotos and email us..&lt;br /&gt;If we dun receive it by end of the week, nanti kita gertak, satu Kembangan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifa, the camp fotos, shows how scrawny you were...ADMIT it..!! &lt;br /&gt;muakahkahkah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, they were laughing at my flat hairdo..&lt;br /&gt;ok per, dulu, mana bule style style rambot..nanti kena potong sey ngan dollah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, thanks babe for the wonderful time...&lt;br /&gt;Next time, mak buyong &amp; checher must must must come along..aite..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-3497452737178285177?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/3497452737178285177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=3497452737178285177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/3497452737178285177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/3497452737178285177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/10/haagen-daaz.html' title='Haagen Daaz'/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-3034925872244936356</id><published>2006-10-15T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:33:30.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had iftar with the qualified 600pv IBOs @ BREEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13202591/195713098.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally on the house by new FPDD, Eddie &amp; Lindah.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, especially since it has been a long time since we had a meal together and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie shared with us his experiences while working at Night Safari when New Sapphire Direct Azman mentioned about the death of Steve Irwin.&lt;br /&gt;It was relly unfortunate that the most expensice meal was unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;I was relly craving for steak, medium done and Breeks have only one Steak dish (Sirloin with mushroom sauce) and it's unavailable...&lt;br /&gt;Peh bingit.. Sebbaik takde ar...kalau ada, kayap ar korang, cos six of us wanted those juicy sirloin steaks..&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what is a few bucks, considered to xxxxxxxxx thousand dollars you guys juz got, frm the biz, rite..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13202591/195713085.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13202591/195713114.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13202591/195713142.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/13202591/195713114.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, thank you soo, soo much..&lt;br /&gt;Semoga lebih murah lagi rezeki kamu berdua and jgn lupa belanja kami lagi, ye..&lt;br /&gt;This time, juz the four of us...at, let say, Straits Kitchen?? *wink wink, hint hink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was extremely proud that Hafiz qualify this time round..&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe the carrot works for him, this time round..&lt;br /&gt;Next time (which is next month), make sure you qualify again, aite?&lt;br /&gt;When you CHOOSE to DECIDE to do it, YOU CAN DO IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, my eyes are half opened, while waiting for DH to return from meeting his CCK buddy.. *dorang nih, kalau dah jumpa, tak ingat balik*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-3034925872244936356?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/3034925872244936356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=3034925872244936356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/3034925872244936356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/3034925872244936356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-iftar-with-qualified-600pv-ibos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-2777814563156225117</id><published>2006-10-13T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:14:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gez whose cake is this for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/12836696/195147944.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my Director's 70th Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/12836696/195147923.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave him a jiggy wif our company's top vessels, all framed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/12836696/195147937.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL182/6663283/12836696/195147954.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosting by PictureTrail.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why the huge ship cake?&lt;br /&gt;Signifies the prosperity of the company...:) haha..like real..&lt;br /&gt;Haizz makin bnyk la keje aku..&lt;br /&gt;but, Alhamdulillah, i still got a job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem ehm, Mr Rxxx, bonus dis yr, how many mths, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-2777814563156225117?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/2777814563156225117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=2777814563156225117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/2777814563156225117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/2777814563156225117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/10/gez-whose-cake-is-this-for-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-332003624356718901</id><published>2006-10-11T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:36:01.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seha has passed awap peacefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Received this email from Kak Ida..the unofficial news broadcaster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seha, bekas penyanyi Freedom, meninggal dunia   11-10-2006 09:37:21 AM PETALING JAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seha, bekas penyanyi kumpulan  Freedom, meninggal dunia di Hospital Kuala Lumpur pagi Rabu.  Penyanyi popular itu sedang menjalani rawatan  kemoterapi dan radioterapi untuk kanser selama dua bulan sebelum menghembus  nafas terakhir pada lebih kurang 8 pagi hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalillah hi wainnalillahhirajiun..&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah mencucuri nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-332003624356718901?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/332003624356718901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=332003624356718901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/332003624356718901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/332003624356718901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/10/seha-has-passed-awap-peacefully.html' title='Seha has passed awap peacefully'/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-2915899555019145649</id><published>2006-10-06T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:39:27.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Al Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Ramadhan Al Mubarak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy month, a much awaited month, filled with abundance of blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, not everybody appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody adhere to it's rules. Not everybody respect it. Not everybody challenges to get the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's even more sad when our own community, openly take things lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many many characters around me.&lt;br /&gt;Some, whom I'm proud to be with, some, whom, i can say, embarassed to be with and some, i-dun-know-wat-to-feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who is almost 50, single, eligible bachelor (altho, lembut sikit), supposedly a true Muslim, but drinks, eat non halal food (how i verify this, and not fitnah is by asking those who ATE with him personally and patronizing non halal eateries), and recently I heard him asking if he can join Jxxx, (our IT specialist), going to MOS, next week.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked!  I mean, please la, kubur da kater mari, rumah da kater pergi, and you are still looking for such enjoyment? &lt;br /&gt;Going to such places, during Ramadhan?? Are you nuts or wat?&lt;br /&gt;Tak takot? If it's yound adults or at least 30-somethings bachelor, i can still understand..&lt;br /&gt;But you are almost 1/2 century!!&lt;br /&gt;Sampai bila nak camni?&lt;br /&gt;I sympathise with you.. but what can I do?  My hands are tied, I dun want to be shubahat, so, i keep mum. I have no authority to voice and comment on your personal life..&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to know, I dun want to see, but I keep hearing things... I keep seeing things. Pessismistic things about you..&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-2915899555019145649?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/2915899555019145649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=2915899555019145649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/2915899555019145649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/2915899555019145649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/10/ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Al Mubarak'/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-115994331460138093</id><published>2006-10-04T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:28:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I've been stabbed at the back, twice by the same person.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, ZS&lt;br /&gt; Now, i'm in the revenge-mode.&lt;br /&gt;So, back off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-115994331460138093?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/115994331460138093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=115994331460138093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115994331460138093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115994331460138093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-stabbed-at-back-twice-by-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-115951856318293313</id><published>2006-09-29T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:29:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RENUNGKAN SEJENAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku telah menemui sebuah rumah yang usang. Rumah itu hanya berdindingkan buluh bertanggakan batang kelapa. Di serambi rumah itu ada beberapa anak kecil yang kelihatan lesu dan letih. Aku hampiri mereka lalu bertanya kepada yang paling tua antara mereka, seorang kakak yang berumur baru kira-kira 11 tahun:&lt;br /&gt;"Mana emak? "&lt;br /&gt;"Mak pergi menoreh," jawabnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Mana bapak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bapak pergi kerja..."&lt;br /&gt;"Habis tu adik yang kecil ini siapa yang jaga?" Di situ ada seorang bayi dalam lingkungan umur 5 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;"Adik ini sayalah yang jaga." Jawab budak berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;"Awak ada berapa orang adik-beradik?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sepuluh."&lt;br /&gt;"Adik ni yang ke berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Saya yang kelapan."&lt;br /&gt;"Mana abang-abang kamu pergi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tolong emak menoreh."&lt;br /&gt;"Adik puasa hari ini?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sama je makcik, puasa ke tidak.. Kami ni makan sekali je sehari..."&lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya.&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar kata-kata itu aku sungguh terharu.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku bertanya lagi "Adik bersekolah dimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tak sekolah.. Emak bapak tak mampu..".&lt;br /&gt;"Bapak kerja apa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tangkap ikan kat sungai nak buat lauk bukak puasa ".&lt;br /&gt;Budak itu memberi tahu, lebih baiklah bulan puasa berbanding bulan lain kerana pada bulan puasa mereka dapat makan kuih. Ada saja orang yang hantar.&lt;br /&gt;Aku berlalu dari situ dengan seribu-satu keinsafan. Kebetulan di simpang jalan ada orang menjual daging lembu tempatan. Aku beli satu kilo tulang lembu. Di kedai runcit pula, aku beli rempah sup dan sepuluh kilo beras untuk disedekahkan kepada keluarga itu.&lt;br /&gt;Bila saja aku beri barang-barang itu pada adiknya, dia melompat kegembiraan sambil menjerit "Yeh yeh..! Kita dapat makan daging malam ni..!".&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertanya kepada si kakak mengapa adiknya girang sangat. Dia memberitahu aku, sejak dari raya korban tahun lepas baru sekarang mereka berpeluang makan daging lembu sekali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu kemudian aku datang lagi ke rumah itu. Bila mereka melihat aku datang, mereka girang menyambutku di pintu rumah. Kebetulan pada hari itu aku sempat berjumpa dengan ibu mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh menyedihkan cerita yang aku dengar:&lt;br /&gt;Anak yang berumur 4 tahun itu memberitahu padaku bahawa mereka sudah seminggu makan sup tulang yang aku berikan hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;"Tiap-tiap hari mak buat sup, sedaplah makcik.."&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertanya kepada emaknya macam mana dia lakukan hinggakan sup itu boleh tahan sampai satu minggu?&lt;br /&gt;Dia memberitahu padaku bahawa pada hari pertama dia merebus tulang itu, dia telah berpesan kepada anak-anaknya agar tidak membuangkan tulang yang telah dimakan. Dia kutip semula semua tulang-tulang itu dan merebusnya semula untuk dimakan pada hari berikutnya. Itulah yang dia lakukan setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;Dia berkata "Kalau tidak dapat makan isi, hirup air rebusan tulang pun dah lebih dari cukup untuk anak-anak saya. Dia orang suka sangat."&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertanya lagi "Upah menoreh berapa makcik dapat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cuma RM3.00 sehari."&lt;br /&gt;"Ayahnya bekerja macam mana"&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau dia dapat ikan itulah yang dibuat lauk setiap hari."&lt;br /&gt;Rupa-rupanya aku terlupa bahawa aku sebenarnya hidup dalam keadaan mewah..&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah anda menghirup air rebusan tulang yang direbus semula sepanjang hidup anda? Atau adakah anda buang saja tulang itu beserta daging-daging yang ada padanya kerana anda kata ianya "TAK SEDAP"?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kita sudah terbiasa hidup senang hinggakan kita lupa bahawa kalau pun kita susah, masih ramai lagi orang yang lebih susah dari kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-115951856318293313?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/115951856318293313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=115951856318293313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115951856318293313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115951856318293313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/09/renungkan-sejenak-aku-telah-menemui.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-115932470298965592</id><published>2006-09-27T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:21:25.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After two weeks of total abstain from cold drinks, desserts, chocs and makanan makanan yg sewaktu dgn nyer, I had a strong desire to had ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Cool, cool ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Al maklum, baru baik from my terrible cof, so kire bayar niat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after terawih yesterday, I finally had my peppermint choc..&lt;br /&gt;Heaven kauuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after dat, we had red cheery cheese mooncake.&lt;br /&gt;During lunchtime, me and ariannur went to Bugis Junction and I bought two, coz last week, wen i bought one to try and taste it, it's delicious sampai tak cukup...so yesterday, i bought two lah..&lt;br /&gt;While eating it, it reminds me of my colleague who was saying that, 'do you know how many calories one mooncake have??'&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty almost immediately coz i had ice cream earlier...&lt;br /&gt;hehhe..so i ask DH to finish up the balance hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, where shall we go during lunch time, ariannur?&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa nak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-115932470298965592?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/115932470298965592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=115932470298965592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115932470298965592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115932470298965592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-two-weeks-of-total-abstain-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-115898138045278949</id><published>2006-09-23T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:16:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You may think you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who I really am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But you'll never know me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every day It's as if I play a part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now I see If I wear a mask I can fool the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I cannot fool my heart    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who is that girl I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Staring straight back at me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When will my reflection show Who I am inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am now In a world where I Have to hide my heart And what I believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But somehow I will show the world What's inside my heart And be loved for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who is that girl I see Staring straight back at me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why is my reflection Someone I don't know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Must I pretend that I'm Someone else for all time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When will my reflection show Who I am inside?             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's a heart that must be Free to fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That burns with a need to know The reason why            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Why must we all conceal What we think, how we feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I won't pretend that I'm Someone else for all time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When will my reflection show Who I am inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When will my reflection show Who I am inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-115898138045278949?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/115898138045278949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=115898138045278949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115898138045278949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115898138045278949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-at-me-you-may-think-you-see-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253881.post-115692687886860189</id><published>2006-08-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:27:17.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="2bcf6bc7"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hate it when i cant do or get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my Canon Ixus is down..My lovey, dovey, cutey slimy Ixus,&lt;br /&gt;Not totally, really down..but is in a bad shape..Images are rotten. Shadowy bluey, reddish image..&lt;br /&gt;Shuckss!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't snap the fun we had over the weekend, karaoke, enjoying the snow at Snow City and Herwan's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have snapped the enthusiastic, rowdy, loud moment when wannabes Rowland Keating, Mariah Carey singing Unbreak my Heart, Zanariah crooning to Can't take my eyes of you, Zam Zam, Ignatius, Corinna, energeticTetty with I will Survive, Effendi, Zahidah, Zul, Asrin, Zahrin, Khai and Mary!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you pple really can bring the house down!!&lt;br /&gt;And missed snapping away at Snow City when we came clumsily, tumbling down down the snowy "mountain".&lt;br /&gt;Cold and freezing but wat fun we had!! Suddenly Nisah &amp; Rahman were sworn enemies with goals of smacking each other hard with snowballs!! Back, Front, Face, everywhere..!&lt;br /&gt;And Ifa going around throwing snowballs to everyone and everywhere, including into my MOUTH!! muakahkahkahkah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq was having a great time and cant wait to share his experience with his schoolmates. Eyes, shining with joy, i think this is what you deserve for being a good boy, darling.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we'll take you to Disneyland Hong Kong, insya ALLah, next yr, together with Aqil, aite?&lt;br /&gt;coNgRatS to &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aZmaN &amp;amp; nOra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; group for organising this 600pv IDOL for 600pv clubbers!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Now, we can't wait for LC wkend next week..Playing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PaintBalls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Watch out everyone!! i'm gonna vent my anger, frustration, excitement, all in the game.&lt;br /&gt;Those who'll get in my way, sorrry...coz, there's not going to be compassion &amp; a single ounce of sympathy on the paintball ground!!! *evil grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="8cd583c8"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253881-115692687886860189?l=nisrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/feeds/115692687886860189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7253881&amp;postID=115692687886860189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115692687886860189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7253881/posts/default/115692687886860189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisrina.blogspot.com/2006/08/hate-it-when-i-cant-do-or-get-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nisrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906610211411914734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v317/f_nisrina/NovWLS05028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
