<?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-6694961886105591528</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:41:43.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Inalegolas</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where i hope i can reveal my innermost thoughts, and receive comments..

Together, we will make this world a better place, one bite at a time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-6906012696833231358</id><published>2011-03-30T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:45:25.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn From Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inldFjjNQWI/TZKxkOuxFZI/AAAAAAAAASs/yuvD-K4yOLM/s1600/gajah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589725323507864978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inldFjjNQWI/TZKxkOuxFZI/AAAAAAAAASs/yuvD-K4yOLM/s400/gajah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is indeed the hardest entry I can ever write. I promised myself that I would pen this experience down..on my birthday, when I am ready. So here I am, on my second day of being 33. A day I thought would never come. A year ago, in the merry month of February, right after Chinese New Year holidays...something happened to me. Depression, my friends, can come in many forms, and are often undetected. So it is very important that we see certain signs especially on the people close to us. A depressed person almost never realize they are depressed...until it is too late. A lot of things happened to me in the past, which made me bitter and angry. But this, was never shown, I was always to be seen as this cheerful person..full of laughs..No one would suspect under these happy exterior was a very dark person, who won't even blink, once deciding to make someone elses life miserable. So at this point of time, I stopped praying. Why, I ask would I pray to a God who has forsaken me? Has made me suffer, misunderstood my intentions? Never answering my prayers? I was, even as a child, has lead many lives, wore many masks. At home, I was the ideal child, obedient...at school, I was the overachiever, craving for success, to be the best. In Uni, I was the formidable opponent, the avenger for the environment. I can tell you from experience, when you stop praying, you have this void that never seems to be filled. Your soul becomes weak, and you look for things that will make you happy. Then suddenly you feel lost. That was the day I lost my soul. It was a normal day at work, I was in front of my PC. It was then..my screen changed. Have any of you received that power point on "40days before your death"? In a nutshell, this was the jist of the presentation : 40 days before : After Asar, you will feel vibrations on your belly button, and hit with a sudden sense of lost - "Check" 7 days before : You have lost your appetite within this 40 days, then suddenly you have to eat uncontrollably - "Check" 3 days before : A pulsating sensation on your forehead, your eyes has lost its shine - "Check" 1 day before : A throbbing pain on your upper forehead (ubun-ubun) and a feeling that you won't be here tomorrow - "Check" On D-Day : Cold sensation from your middle part of the body to your toes. At this point..my eyes were filled with tears..and i tried to say the Syahadah..but I couldn't. Suddenly life is flashed in front of your eyes, you feel regret on the things you have done and have yet to do. Before this episode, I was told that I was behaving peculiar. I was repeating questions..I went to see my SUB, confessing my sins, crying, getting agry (but seriously, I have no recollection on this). Then came The Voice. Basically he told me.."Time is up. You have to die now." Seriously, I kid you not. He told me to go to the end of my office, on the 12th Floor, and throw myself down. No! I told him. I cannot die this way...I am a Muslim..this is not the way to die. He mocked me..a Muslim? But you don't even pray..you don't even believe in Him..so why should you live? But what about my life? I am only 31..I begged for my life, to be given another chance. He asked me..Who is your God? I tried to answer "Allah", but I couldn't. My heart was at my throat..I was so scared. The sky has become dark, and suddenly the world crashed in front of me. There was a faint call of the Azan for Asar. That was the sweetest sound I have ever heard...He then told me this would be the last Azan I would hear. Alhamdulillah..another voice came, a gentle male voice, asking me, "Who would you think can save you now? Call her." I of course, called my Mum. I asked her..Who is the One True God? Is Islam the the Right Faith? Long story short....My mum had to hang up because she had to pray...I can't remember how long I talked to her..I never heard her cry for a long time (I'm tearing up now)...for once in my life..I knew she loved me..I have always regarded her as my enemy.. I remember running down the stairs, to escape the Harsh Voice..Gentle Voice was telling me to fight..The next thing I remember I was in in the hospital...my mother was sleeping next to me...I was then taken back to a time when I loved sleeping with my mum next to me..I was a child, smiling..laughing..promising to my cat..that I would do anything I can to protect all animals.. I have forgotten that promise... Then was the 5 days of horror..all my sins...all my promises...where brought in front of me...interrogation...punishment...by unseen individuals..the pain was unbearable..I was begging for mercy..constantly asked which way to choose..the good way (Muslim)...or the bad one (Infidels)...or the middle one (Munafiq). All this, I was sleeping peacefully on my hospital bed. Nobody can imagine what I was going through, my soul was in Hell! The only time I was lessen the pain and burden, was when there were visitors..thank you to Nawwar and Aizat, Intan and Azean, Siti Hanizah, Rasnidayu, Ady Hazman and En Shahnaz, Farah and Ridwan, and all my BBP friends. You have no idea how grateful I am when you guys came to visit me. All this while, my Mum was reading the Quran..when she came to the Surah Al-Kahfi, (A surah about the group of young man who escaped from an evil king by staying in a cave, and was put to sleep..only to be awaken in a new time) the gentle voice came back...I can still remember word for word what he said...because even now, when I am too tired or feeling angry...his voice will come into my dreams..saying these same words.. "Ina...setiap insan Allah ciptakan, tiada yang sia-sia, semua ada tugas masing-masing. Ina istimewa, dan Ina akan satu hari ubah dunia ini dengan kebaikan...Kami dah cuba "cucikan" Ina, tetapi hanya Ina sahaja yang boleh tentukan sama ada Ina akan pilih jalan yang mana. Jangan lupa janji Ina. Sesungguhnya Allah memegang kepada janji-Nya". So here I am, my friends...a new person...given a second chance at life..given life lessons in order to make a difference. I believe even the smallest of people can leave an impact. Whenever you feel that this world has given up on you, always remember this story. Always remember that the road to the Right Path is never an easy one, but you should never give up. I pray that my story will be a reminder to all of you. No one should go through what I have gone through. This is not fiction, or a fragment of my imagination. I have went through this great transformation, endure great pain, lost my memory, relearn even the simplest of things ( one of the first things I asked my Mum was - Rukun Islam ada berapa?) Learn from me, my friends.. Islam is the true path...Allah is the One God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-6906012696833231358?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6906012696833231358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/03/learn-from-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6906012696833231358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6906012696833231358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/03/learn-from-me.html' title='Learn From Me'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inldFjjNQWI/TZKxkOuxFZI/AAAAAAAAASs/yuvD-K4yOLM/s72-c/gajah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4903453136455455285</id><published>2011-03-09T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:48:33.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to confront mortality lately. News of my friends death, some who are younger than me made me realize how short life can be.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been told that this world is a temporary place, a place where God gives tests and trials, and we will be rewarded and (Heaven Forbid) punished for all of our doings.&lt;br /&gt;During my days commuting by public transport, there was this poem by Dylan Thomas that was on the wall of the LRT. I found it beautiful in a melancholic kind of way. So here it is just to share with you guys out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do not go gentle into taht good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Old age should burn and rage at close of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Through wise men at their end know dark is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Because their words had forked no lightning day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Grave men, near death, who see the bliding sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And you, my father, there on the sad height,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Curse, bless me now with your fierce teras, I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life, and death are beyond our control. That's the deal. The only thing is to do what's right, avoid what's not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted that Death will come. But it does saddens the heart when you see a Father or a Mother having to live through life, and yet live to see their child's funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4903453136455455285?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4903453136455455285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4903453136455455285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4903453136455455285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night.html' title='Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7NJqUN9TClM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-6790714504974200034</id><published>2011-03-02T10:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:12:07.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to a Friend- Wan Ahmad Fadzil</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1gQjzl-p2ZA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received shocking news today..my friend and batch mate - Wan Ahmad Fadzil..has succumbed to his injuries from his accident. Ahmad was attached to Islamabad, Pakistan and returned home to visit his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a conversation we had when i asked him how were things in Pakistan. He told me that it was no picnic working there...he and his family were exposed to danger everyday. I jokingly said (i loved to kid around with him)..he should pray that he dies in Malaysia, among family..so I guess that goes to show that Allah works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who knows him, he will always remain the ever-smiling person, who, in tense situations, will be able to cool the air. That was his forte..his calm and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is dedicated in honour of a great man, taken from us in his youth..so even when we are old and grey (InsyaAllah), Wan Ahmad Fadzil will always remain young, happy and bright...remembered for his kindness and goodwill towards all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dust is my bed embracing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and is my cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The sands are around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;engulfing me from all directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the tomb recounts the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;of the darkness of my calamity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the light has destined that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;my pleasure in meeting (Allah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where is the kindness of kin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They relinquished fidelity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where are the scores of friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They dispensed with my brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where is the bliss of money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I left it behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And where is the glory of fame and compliments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's my end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dust is my bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The beloved bade farewell to his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and cries my elegy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The tears flow dried out after crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The vast universe shrank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;narrowing my space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The tomb to my corpse become both my land and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;That's thy end, dust is my bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fear overwhelms my estrangement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and my sadness is my ailment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hoping for steadfastness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which is- I swear- my remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sincerely supplicating to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are my hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hoping - O Allah- for a paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;In which my bliss shall be attained..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-6790714504974200034?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6790714504974200034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/03/ode-to-friend-wan-ahmad-fadzil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6790714504974200034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6790714504974200034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/03/ode-to-friend-wan-ahmad-fadzil.html' title='Ode to a Friend- Wan Ahmad Fadzil'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1gQjzl-p2ZA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7846298579877538114</id><published>2011-01-25T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:23:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reluctant Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TT6scXJ6DxI/AAAAAAAAARI/J06SbKL8Lbw/s1600/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566075792728395538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TT6scXJ6DxI/AAAAAAAAARI/J06SbKL8Lbw/s400/DSC01751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to watch Tun Mahathir 2 with Azean and Wan Siti last night, thanks to Balqis who offered us RM2 tickets. I didn't manage to catch the first time, so thank goodness for Balqis, because I was unable to get online tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are interested to getting to know Tun M, this is the perfect chance to do so. It gives us another side of Tun M, not the leader that we all know, love and aspire to be, but as a man, who has his own dreams, hopes and weaknesses. I didn't realize that he did not want to become a doctor in the first place, but since his scholarship does not allow him to pursue law, he has to forgo his dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TT6t_LWn3BI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1aP6pgjRzOY/s1600/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566077490367552530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TT6t_LWn3BI/AAAAAAAAARQ/1aP6pgjRzOY/s400/DSC01762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little that he know that there, he will meet the love of his life, and still speak for his countryman, as loud as any lawyer could. which goes to show that Allah definately work in mysterious ways.Overall, I give Tun M2 a 4 star rating, would have been 5 if they made an extra effort to add in more props, because the setting was too simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cast gave a stellar performance, and kudos to Rosminah Tahir for casting good singers. Misha n Elly sounded heavenly. I especially loved a part where Esma Danial (who played the older Tun M) did and interview. I bet he went through that footage for hours because he captured even the tiniest details in Tun's mannerism. It was a joy to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit..the part where Tun announced his resignantion managed to make me shed a few tears. My heart goes out to Tun M. I was one of the student body in my college, a portfolio that i was not comfortable with, which is the arts. I was groomed to be on the intellectual portfolio, but UM had made a new ruling that only a student with a 2.5 point average is allowed to be chosen as a member of the student body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I came to fall in love with my new portfolio, surrounded by my friends who supported me in my decisions and leadership. For once, 2nd College was a formidable opponent in Festival Seni. So when it was time to step down, i had a pang in my heart. Sure, i was more than confident to pass the torch to Esmainura, but a part of me knows that she will have her own aspirations to live for. And means that it might not be the same as mine. There was also a fear that she won't give her heart n soul to the cause, and then my empire would fall into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, if I was to feel that way, when i only held the office for a year, how shattered must Tun's heart be when he was forced to step down. Curse the traitor and his family! I for one suffered when i was in college because i was Tun's loyal supporter, when the others  went their separate ways..the dark side, if you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of that he has done, i am truly grateful that Tun M is our PM, and if najib has any sense in him, he should have done somthing like Singapore and appoint Tun as advisor to the government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he said in his sajak "Perjuangan yang Belum Selesai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bukan kecil tugas kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Meneruskan perjuangan kemerdekaan kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;kerana rupanya selain memerdekakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mengisi kemerdekaan itu jauh lebih sengsara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamed, for becoming a hero when all heroes are just a fragment of history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7846298579877538114?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7846298579877538114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/reluctant-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7846298579877538114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7846298579877538114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/reluctant-doctor.html' title='The Reluctant Doctor'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TT6scXJ6DxI/AAAAAAAAARI/J06SbKL8Lbw/s72-c/DSC01751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-98408942272755500</id><published>2011-01-21T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:57:55.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learnt from Kak Limah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TTkb8m7xNXI/AAAAAAAAARA/AVwRjMrvbPk/s1600/Hantu_Kak_Limah_Balik_Rumah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564509542650295666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TTkb8m7xNXI/AAAAAAAAARA/AVwRjMrvbPk/s400/Hantu_Kak_Limah_Balik_Rumah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has got to be the best malay movie in a long...long time. The story line was simple, it was the actors and the dialogue that stole the show.&lt;br /&gt;We have of course :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awie as Usin, the guy without the SPM Cert who has returned home after working in Singapore &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ucop, the ex dancer who has become paralysed (but can miraculously run when he sees Kak Limah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abi Hurairah, ucop's helper and friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pak Abu and Pak Jabir : the two veterans of the film&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Che Nin : the mysterious beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and not forgetting- Kak Limah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;A special mention for the two bomohs, the ambulance driver and the fat guy who caused ucop's injuries (sebab kamu la kaki awok jadi camni)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But jokes aside, Mamat Khalid is best known for his satire. I think he is trying to poke fun at Malaysians who love to believe in the powers of the supernatural, and watch ghost stories. Have u noticed the trend Malaysian movies are following..whether its about hantu, evil spirits, witchcraft...its all we are being served today. Even the telly has not escaped this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Malaysia, its about time we get rid of this trend, its does only downgrade our taste, but also feeds the minds of our younger generation with rubbish we should have thrown out our belief system a long time ago..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again..kudos to Mamat Khalid..and if you're reading this...let it be known that Nor Azean has watched your movie 6 times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-98408942272755500?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/98408942272755500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons-learnt-from-kak-limah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/98408942272755500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/98408942272755500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/lessons-learnt-from-kak-limah.html' title='Lessons learnt from Kak Limah'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TTkb8m7xNXI/AAAAAAAAARA/AVwRjMrvbPk/s72-c/Hantu_Kak_Limah_Balik_Rumah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4847302055094686720</id><published>2011-01-12T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:47:38.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Hoooyeaaahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZxYy2-9TMP0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku Ada Kamu - Adira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kala ku kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;Kau suluhkan sinar petunjuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kala ku kesedihan&lt;br /&gt;kau ukirkan senyuman&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh sabar memujuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau menyambut&lt;br /&gt;Tiap kali aku terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;Andai hari esok langit akan runtuh&lt;br /&gt;Tabahlah menjunjung bersama ku&lt;br /&gt;Andai hari esok dunia gelora&lt;br /&gt;Takkan ku gemuruh selagi ku ada kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kala aku tak pasti&lt;br /&gt;Kau tampil dengan berani&lt;br /&gt;Membimbing agar lebih yakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila hidup penuh soalan&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan jawapan&lt;br /&gt;Melengkap semua kekurangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau menyambut..&lt;br /&gt;taip kali aku terjatuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mungkin diri ini mampu&lt;br /&gt;Hidup tanpa doronganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;One of my favourite activities with my best buddies is the karaoke session. So everytime we do that, each of us has a list of must-sing songs. Adira's song lately has just been added to this long list of my favourite songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I was a bit dissappointed with her performance at AJL25. It is really a great song, if it were sung by someone worthier, it would have a shot at winning the Juara Lagu...Come on...Ana Raffalli?? It was an insult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But as I know, whomever wins the AJL have no direct consequence to me, but it would have made my long wait worth while, staying up till midnight even though I was having the flu, if Faizal Tahir or Yuna made the cut. But I'm not the jury, so I don't exactly have a say in the matter...except that the jury was really deaf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On a brighter side, this weekend will be another karaoke session (fingers crossed!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So, hopefully I get to belt-out this song, and I can truly say I sing waaaay better than Adira...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4847302055094686720?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4847302055094686720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/karaoke-hoooyeaaahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4847302055094686720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4847302055094686720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2011/01/karaoke-hoooyeaaahh.html' title='Karaoke Hoooyeaaahh'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZxYy2-9TMP0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-930581687610158732</id><published>2010-12-30T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:55:00.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utada Hikaru - Sakura Drops</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zU9uVF8aYGw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovely song by Utada Hikaru..the best thing about this video is that it has the lyrics so u can sing your heart out...and the translation so you know what u are belting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i first feel in love with this song while I was in Uni...loved the video clip, loved the singer...carefully read and understand the lyrics..it is all about love..written with full of emotion, and the writer's take on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is subjective, with many interpretation...to quote Siti in Siti di Alam fantasy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentiasa hidup berkasih sayang...sepanjang hayat akan dikenang..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wise words, Siti...wise words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-930581687610158732?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/930581687610158732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/utada-hikaru-sakura-drops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/930581687610158732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/930581687610158732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/utada-hikaru-sakura-drops.html' title='Utada Hikaru - Sakura Drops'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zU9uVF8aYGw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2206215357667817871</id><published>2010-12-27T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:26:18.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Be on Top??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRhT4RVPK1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LtFfNB0mW98/s1600/nigel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555282366551763794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRhT4RVPK1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LtFfNB0mW98/s400/nigel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What is it about America's Next Top Model that appreals to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Is it the ever gorgeous Nigel Barker, smouldering eyes...mysterious smile and to die for body??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Or is it the beautiful Tyra Banks, who embodies the exotic beauty and gives a chance to girls all over the world to chase their dreams?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRhU5_ZemkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EeZAyqvRhBc/s1600/tyra-banks-rabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555283495609080386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRhU5_ZemkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EeZAyqvRhBc/s400/tyra-banks-rabies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever it is...i'm hooked with this show. the drama, the makeup..the creative directing...it just gets me excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mr Jay Manuel, and I don't care what they say about his sexuality, he just rocks... he is kind and really understand how to deal with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm currently lapping up Cycle 15...with my favourte is Liz...a punch rock beauty with eyes that just bore to your soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-2206215357667817871?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2206215357667817871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/wanna-be-on-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2206215357667817871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2206215357667817871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/wanna-be-on-top.html' title='Wanna Be on Top??'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRhT4RVPK1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LtFfNB0mW98/s72-c/nigel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-5865515858723210982</id><published>2010-12-21T08:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:32:02.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes, Heart and Mind Are Open!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4c6Z_F6XmSA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This is the current song playing in my car. Before we go any further, let me give you the lyrics to this awesome song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around yourselves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see this wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spreaded in front of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clouds floating by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skies are clear and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planet in its orbits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon and the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such perfect harmony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start question in ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this proof enough for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are we still blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To push it all aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chorus-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just have to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open our eyes, our hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;If we just look bright to see the signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't keep hiding from the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it takes us by surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take us in the best way (ALLAH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guide us every single day (ALLAH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep us close to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look inside yourselves&lt;br /&gt;Such a perfect order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding in yourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running in your veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about anger love and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the things you're feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you touch them with your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So are they really there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start question in ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this proof enough for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are we so blind&lt;br /&gt;To push it all aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chorus-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a baby's born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So helpless and weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're watching him growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why deny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in front of your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest miracle of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552972403961203026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRAe-wGniVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/O0v6tCt6ckg/s400/maher.jpg" /&gt;There is such intrigue in these lovely grey eyes..Blessed with boyish good looks, Maher Zain is a spiritual singer, the next Yusuf Islam. It is ironic that I also have Kat de Luna's album alongside his album, Thank You Allah. He produced Kat's album with his best buddy, RedOne who also convinced him to record his own album, and as you know, the rest is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has the looks and he has the brains, having a degree in Aeronautical Engineering..Really..he can engineer me anyway he wants...hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRAtJESRojI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5DshNOXWbG0/s1600/maher2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552987974340289074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TRAtJESRojI/AAAAAAAAAQk/5DshNOXWbG0/s400/maher2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said he had a void in his soul and it was only filled after he embraced Islam. Another thing we have in common...do i see a connection here (haha...in my dreams..) Next week, I will be busy setting my new years resolutions...some new, some are those i have yet to achieve in 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hopefully 2011 will be a better year for me...and who knows...i get to meet Maher Zain :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-5865515858723210982?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5865515858723210982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-eyes-heart-and-mind-are-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5865515858723210982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5865515858723210982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-eyes-heart-and-mind-are-open.html' title='My Eyes, Heart and Mind Are Open!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4c6Z_F6XmSA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3143785242834195817</id><published>2010-12-20T14:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:05:56.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Green and Clean People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ79CKs9zDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YaeVydrUqbI/s1600/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 561px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552652191282266914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ77v66sgyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W1hq3mOuPCg/s400/tanam%2Bpokok.jpg" /&gt;This blog entry is long overdue. But since i pay tribute to Taman Negara Merapoh, it is a shame if I don't tell a bit about her sister, Taman Negara Kuala Tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ79UbJorvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/m14O7GhPRro/s1600/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552653917921783538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ79UbJorvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/m14O7GhPRro/s400/DSC01361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the golden oppurtunity to join MOTOUR in the Tourism Boot Camp, in collaboration with AMP Radio Networks (That's where Hitz, Mix, Lite, Era co&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7-dG1GrxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvg66OHCX6E/s1600/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552655166597410578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7-dG1GrxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/tvg66OHCX6E/s400/DSC01393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me from). So from 19 till 21 November 2010, i headed to Taman Negara along with a whole bunch of people from MOTOUR and AMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to cross over to Taman Negara by boat...no excitement there...it was less than 5 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had been here once with the JPA team, but this time we had the comforts of staying in a chalet and not in wet tents like my previous trip. But both trips are special in their own way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me and my roomie, Radiah in front of our "home" for the next 3 days. As you can see, it is made with wood (my favourite building material) and i very cosy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note we are wearing the official t-shirt, we were given two, one white and one black...yin and yang if you please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we were there...we were kind of sticking to the same crowd, no ice breaking session, but then we were too tired to mingle anyway. But not too tired to go night walking...it was raining, but we didnt let that dampen our spirits. We even got to see a couple of adult sambar deer and their young, eating from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7_5ELUMsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VdB_186lf7E/s1600/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552656746433229506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7_5ELUMsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VdB_186lf7E/s400/DSC01370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoho...I failed to mention about the all-red guy that caught my eye on the first day I was there. He was one of the Mix FM winners...he wore a red thirt, red track bottom and orange back pack! I mean...if we were lost in the jungle, we won't have much of a problem of being spotted as he could be seen from outer space!! hahaha...(sorry hizal, but you were eye-catching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was more exciting..the whole crew went for the canopy walk, but i had other plans. I went to check out the canopy walk that was under repairs. Thanks to MOTOUR for giving us the money :) More please for RMK-10 ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the completed canopy walk, and it will be open in December, so as I'm writing this blog, the canopy will have received its visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next plan, is to build tracks that are durable to withstand the elements. It will definately be a better way to walk and enjoy the forest, without worrying to accidentally kick stray roots and end up flat on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we had the chance to visit the Orang Asli settlement, from the Bateq tribe. There we learnt how they lived with minimal necessities, no electricity, no pipe water...no toilet!! I won't last a day there, that's for sure. Give me civilization anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fun part was the boat ride, we had a load of fun. it was like a mini war field! our boats were constantly trying to splash other boats, so it was a rather fun and wet day. So you have to understand why there are no pictures...our cameras were kept in plastic to keep from getting them wet...and when I say wet...I mean we were really WET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552656949191920066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8AE3gwScI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QvqTFNW3kLA/s400/DSC01420.JPG" /&gt;So this is a picture of the savage jungle warriors of Taman Negara, complete with face paint...there goes my make-up..That night, we had the barbeque, where we were entertained by PERHILITAN's band. We were dancing and having fun like there's no tomorrow...we even had the chance to dance the sewang! There was this rather interesting game named "Bertunang, Berkahwin dan Berpisah". Somehow I wasn't too happy with the game, but that will remain as Radiah's and my secret. Oh, did I mention that I was now looking forward to watching our Red Guy? Haha...I managed to get his name during our game the afternoon before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of the games, that was when we really bonded. MOTOUR's team ganged up with the Mix team, so there is where you can see the hidden talent of Reefa as a netball player. But our team was really good! We had a good lineup, Reefa as the GA, Hizal as the GS, Royden was WA, Radiah (GK) and me as the GD. And our Centre was a whole thing already! Apart from netball, we also played volleyball and croquet.&lt;/p&gt;Back to the barbeque. So I had to represent my table for the sumpit game, and guess what! I hit bulls-eye!! I was really aiming at someone..haha..another secret that i will only tell after...well that's a secret as well...sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8FctYUrUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OygohtmlNZA/s1600/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552662856347200834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8FctYUrUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OygohtmlNZA/s400/DSC01424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is there picture with my winning shot! Look at the surprised faces of my fellow opponents...and they say a girl can't shoot a sumpit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this blog won't be complete without pictures of me with the radio presenters. it is sooo cool to finally see the faces behind the voices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552663591618078482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8GHgej5xI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Fv_PfRl2uNE/s400/DSC01429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me with the lovely Natalie- Hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8F52KsJiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5CO3oKWflXo/s1600/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552663356922144290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8F52KsJiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5CO3oKWflXo/s400/DSC01426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8GATl3URI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dGixUsophYQ/s1600/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552663467899965714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8GATl3URI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dGixUsophYQ/s400/DSC01427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very cute gentleman with the thumbs up is Zak of Lite fm and the dashing gentleman with the peace sign is the famous Jamal Jamaluddin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this chance to say thank you to these wonderful individuals that have made my day, especially Zak who I listen to every weekday mornings on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, i listen to Abang Jamal's show and I have to say, his selection of songs bring me back to a younger, carefree days of my youth, where were no problems, no worries..just happy sun shiny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 513px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552664338865680306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8GzAMRb7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/F2gORY0__9s/s400/DSC01433.JPG" /&gt;And this is our group picture with Reefa, who suddenly became camera shy all of the sudden. Haha...the Red Guy returns...I wonder how many red shirts does he own??? But if he feels good in red, go ahead brother...nobody can say its not a good colour on you...come to think of it...it is a very good colour on you...*wink*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8F0KknkII/AAAAAAAAAPs/fCIh4iNXPw4/s1600/IMG_6623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 663px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552663259320389762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ8F0KknkII/AAAAAAAAAPs/fCIh4iNXPw4/s400/IMG_6623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our farewell picture. I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks to my counter parts in MOTOUR, Cik Norsiah, Cik Iza and Cik Radiah...you guys rock! And here's to more boot camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all...this was a great experience for me, getting to know a whole lot of people, so I dont get stuck with meeting with the same people all over again. I made fond memories, new friends, bonded with my MOTOUR buddies, get to "rasmi" the completed canopy project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MOTOUR, if there are more boot camps, count me in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3143785242834195817?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3143785242834195817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-green-and-clean-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3143785242834195817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3143785242834195817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-green-and-clean-people.html' title='We Are Green and Clean People'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ77v66sgyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W1hq3mOuPCg/s72-c/tanam%2Bpokok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4728405277993528738</id><published>2010-12-20T09:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:44:37.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Merapoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ64cWta-QI/AAAAAAAAANc/rOl-iLmrVIQ/s1600/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552578187866339586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ64cWta-QI/AAAAAAAAANc/rOl-iLmrVIQ/s400/DSC01573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Merapoh is a fantastic place to be. We held the MyCEPA workshop there from 12 to 14 December 2010, attended by the CEPA managers from our ministry, agencies and NGOs. Overall, the workshop was a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But enough about work, let's concentrate on the journey..right? We started out around 10.30 pm by bus and reached merapoh by 4.00 pm, after making a few stops.. (mainly its because of my uncontrolled bladder...sorry abg din!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyways...after dinner and a simple opening ceremony, we headed out on our 4by4's to go on a Night Safari. Little did we realise what was about to happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7EEe7KyEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NQLiPRJKHjE/s1600/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552590971894155330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7EEe7KyEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NQLiPRJKHjE/s400/DSC00285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The ride was a rather bumby one, but I was game for anything, so it did not matter much. There was no sign of noctornal animals...then, suddenly, our vehicle was trapped in mud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After numerous attempts, we decided that WE WERE STUCK. So yours truly, along with the co-pilot Mie, we began to push the truck..This was a last resort after we have tried every trick in the book. I suspect Farah being in the car was one of the reasons we failed to move..(hehe..sorry Farah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I pushed and pushed (like the wolf that huffed and puffed) and at last the truck was free. The driver had the cheek to ask whether we wanted to continue our safari, where then he heard the forceful "TAK NAK, NAK BALIK" coming from the back of his truck. Amalina and Rahmah was covered in mud, and my feet were like the swamp thing... When we got back, we were celebrated as heroes..with pics to prove our heroism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ67_SoRcAI/AAAAAAAAANs/k3qCXAxlmLM/s1600/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552582086601306114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ67_SoRcAI/AAAAAAAAANs/k3qCXAxlmLM/s400/DSC00295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Here we are, posing with our vehicle. Please note that Farah has no dirt on her clothes..that's to show she was in the vehicle when all of us were trying to push the vehicle...*phew* NOW I know my workouts at the gym are paying off..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I went to bed that night with aches all over, but I enjoyed this new experience to the max...will i want to do this again...that remains to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The next morning, our escapades were the talk of the camp. So as you can see we had our 15 minutes of fame. But than it was back to business as we had a full day of presentations and group discussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This was the first panel discussion on CEPA activities. I had the chance to ask our esteemed panels a few questions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ69ICQJL7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1XLq45ikcE/s1600/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552583336335585202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ69ICQJL7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/T1XLq45ikcE/s400/DSC01600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What struck me as most interesting was the EERace. It targetted school teachers from sabah, and is another version of the Amazing Race. I was thinking, maybe we can organize one with the media. It will be much more intersting than a regular walk in the park that we were used to organizing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I would love to work with AMP Radio Networks again..they are awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was also very much impressed with the Sabah Environmental Education Policy (SEEP). It is a comprehensive plan on how EE is to be done in Sabah. The other parts of Malaysia should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7Do0U-juI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fbaVzMUv71s/s1600/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552590496603213538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7Do0U-juI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fbaVzMUv71s/s400/DSC01578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;take a page from Sabah's book. They simply do it better, especially with ecotourism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Here we are at the Taman Negara Landmark, after the discussions we decided to cool off our burnt brains with a photo shoot.. (haha...we models use this term a lot).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There were many great spots, but the best would be on the steel bridge that separates the centre and the actual Taman Negara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7DkEGiiKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/G2UhOguIVYw/s1600/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552590414938278050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7DkEGiiKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/G2UhOguIVYw/s400/DSC01581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; This is my attempt to look like a hobbit..Ironically, we were like Frodo, Samwise. Merry and Pippin...no prizes on guessing who is Frodo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Taman Negara Merapoh is a serene hang-out, with no frills unlike her counterpart Taman Negara Kuala Tahan. She has no canopy walkways, but there is still plenty to do, especially if you are an adventure lover like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Unfortunately, we did not get a close encounter with the tiger, but then we managed to see some elephant poo, a sure sign that these gentle creatures are nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The next morning, we headed out to the Kelah Sanctuary to play with the Mahseer, feed them, swim with them..they were friendly lot, i guess they are used to humans by now.&lt;br /&gt;The journey it self was quite a ride...like a roller coaster, only scarier...the vehicle went really fast...and we did not have any safety harness on, just strong hands clinging on dear life and nerves of steel to keep our hearts from jumping out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7GCR3ASUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/y4AB5tXknN4/s1600/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552593133050546498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7GCR3ASUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/y4AB5tXknN4/s400/DSC01628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7GI2onWQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Kp9e8L6j_KM/s1600/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552593246001518850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7GI2onWQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Kp9e8L6j_KM/s400/DSC01630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552593715455782162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ7GkLfO7RI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bSYaWkJtd9U/s400/DSC01642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I leave you with this picture of the four of us roomies, with our now clean vehicle...we nicknamed him Selut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;To all participants and the awesome people from PERHILITAN, we thank you for making the MyCEPA workshop a success. It was a pleasure to get to meet u guys, and I made afew new friends. Till we meet again...this is Ina, signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4728405277993528738?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4728405277993528738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-merapoh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4728405277993528738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4728405277993528738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-merapoh.html' title='Missing Merapoh'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQ64cWta-QI/AAAAAAAAANc/rOl-iLmrVIQ/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-6316630938528548637</id><published>2010-12-16T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:30:13.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQl0Uu7jvdI/AAAAAAAAANU/Az9UlBEWlzw/s1600/john%2Blegend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551095915254889938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQl0Uu7jvdI/AAAAAAAAANU/Az9UlBEWlzw/s400/john%2Blegend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I love John Legend. He has a way of singing that is smooth without being cheesy, heartfelt without being corny. One of his best songs is Everybody Knows. Read the lyrics below and then you will understand why I love this song so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It gets harder everyday but I can't seem to shake the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm trying to find the words to say, please say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's written all over my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I can't function the same when you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm calling your name and no one's here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And I hope one day you'll see nobody has it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I still can't believe you found somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;But I wish the best, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cause everybody knows that nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How to make it work or how to ease the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We've heard it all before that everybody knows just how to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I wish we gave it one more try, one more try, one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cause everybody knows but nobody really knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don't care what the people say, they're probably lonely anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Baby don't fill up your head with he said, she said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It seems like you just don't know, don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The radio's on, you tuning it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm trying to speak, you're turning me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh I wish you'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh, just an ordinary man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Wish that we had known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Everybody knows but nobody really knows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;astic song, sung by a fantastic singer. Check out his other songs like Used to love you, Heaven and a whole lot of great, melodic songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And John, there's no way you are just an ordinary man... Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&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/6694961886105591528-6316630938528548637?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6316630938528548637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6316630938528548637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6316630938528548637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-legend.html' title='A true Legend'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQl0Uu7jvdI/AAAAAAAAANU/Az9UlBEWlzw/s72-c/john%2Blegend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2589219353982680121</id><published>2010-12-10T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:13:14.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unthinkable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQHD1ObnwlI/AAAAAAAAANM/llWiS4fz6TE/s1600/NGANGKUNG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548931535071593042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQHD1ObnwlI/AAAAAAAAANM/llWiS4fz6TE/s400/NGANGKUNG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The unthinkable has happened... I watched a Malay movie on my own accord...this is a first for me..usually I won't spend a single ringgit to watch a Malay movie in the cinema. I mean, why bother, it will be on the raya lineup on astro ria anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngangkung, surprisingly, is a good movie to watch. It is hilarious, especially Angah of Raja Lawak fame, he cracks me up!The story revolves the lives of three friends, who wants to have it all the easy way.. So what do they do? They engage in bomoh's to show 'em the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, as the wise has claimed - Easy Come, Easy Go..money obtained not through halal ways is not berkat, so the three find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was a let down though...hafiz and I thought it could have been better, but instead it was rather cliche and anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i give the movie 3 and a half stars..which is the most i've given to a malay movie..KL Menjerit and the other crap that Yusof Haslam's son directs won't get a single star from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ngangkung deserves to be in my Good Malay Movies list...right after P.Ramlee's movies, Cinta, Pisau Cukur and Layar Lara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next movie...i'm signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-2589219353982680121?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2589219353982680121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/unthinkable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2589219353982680121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2589219353982680121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/unthinkable.html' title='The Unthinkable'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TQHD1ObnwlI/AAAAAAAAANM/llWiS4fz6TE/s72-c/NGANGKUNG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4123332162685127327</id><published>2010-12-06T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:14:52.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Defence Against Tsunami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPyB6Z7TjfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/y7LIB7mTkT4/s1600/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547451681405636082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPyB6Z7TjfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/y7LIB7mTkT4/s400/DSC01458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next time you walk by or drive by mangrove swamp, say thank you to these silent guardians of our shore- the bakau trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, mangrove trees are not appreciated as they should have. Mangroves are important as they act as a natural shield, protecting our fair shores from the big bad waves. Mangroves are also the perfect habitat and breeding ground for marine prawns and a multitude of fishes. Migratory birds look to the mangroves as a resting place, a 4-star hotel, if you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is about living mangrove trees. Mangrove wood can be turned into charcoal and fuel, the wood can be turned into fish traps, scaffolding and other building materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPyPiLCGcUI/AAAAAAAAANE/2TDDVFSIP-Q/s1600/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547466658253533506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPyPiLCGcUI/AAAAAAAAANE/2TDDVFSIP-Q/s400/DSC01440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the devastating tsunami in 2004, the Government has realized the importance of our mangroves especially near the shoreline. NRE would lead a team of experts to further plant and cultivate mangroves and other species in order to further enhance our natural defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our more famous sites is at Sungai Haji Dorani, using alternative techniques rather that the conventional stick-it-in-the-mud method of planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have the chance to actually go there, you will be able to see for yourself, the research done by FRIM in order to overcome the obstacles faced by JPSM in planting the mangrove trees. As the RMK-9 draws ner, here's to the hope that this noble project will be able to continue in efforts to protect our shoreline.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 26 December 2004 be a painful reminder that only nature can fight nature...let us learn from our mistakes and move on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4123332162685127327?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4123332162685127327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/natures-defence-against-tsunami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4123332162685127327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4123332162685127327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/natures-defence-against-tsunami.html' title='Nature&apos;s Defence Against Tsunami'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPyB6Z7TjfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/y7LIB7mTkT4/s72-c/DSC01458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4421514528811036098</id><published>2010-12-03T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:52:37.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tangled Tale Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPhJooFdfWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aKvUFbO5Gow/s1600/rapunzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546263903410683234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPhJooFdfWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aKvUFbO5Gow/s400/rapunzel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having a crappy day, I went to catch Rapunzel- A Tangled Tale with Hizal and Ben at GSC Puchong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushing straight from office, i managed to reached my destination in 20 minutes...with heavy traffic to boot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye candy was waiting in front of the cinema..stripped shirt...hmmm.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the story is basically like we had read about in fairy tales, but there were no radishes involved in this tale. rapunzel is portrayed as a lost princess, stolen by a very old lady (when i say old...i mean reaaaallly old). Her long flowing locks have magical properties, it can make you young (Let me have it!!) and heal (sebab la no doctors in the movie!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, after a few mishaps, (and meeting a few hilarious characters from the local tavern), our story ends well, the guy gets the girl and they live happily ever after...really??? so not complicated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But being disney, it has it's serious moments, downright funny ones.. (u should check out the non-human characters- they are the real stars!!). i rate this movie as 4 stars..not as good as shrek, but it has it's moments. ok, i admit, there are many moments, so i apologize to hizal cause if any of you know me, i laugh really hard, and loud too.. Sorry ya, hizal :) Im sure he's used to go catch a movie with a very quiet ben or friends that is not as high a volume as me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a nutshell, I loved the movie, and I loved the company I was with...they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but who needs apples when you have hizal and ben as your movie buddies :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4421514528811036098?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4421514528811036098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/tangled-tale-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4421514528811036098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4421514528811036098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/tangled-tale-indeed.html' title='A Tangled Tale Indeed'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPhJooFdfWI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aKvUFbO5Gow/s72-c/rapunzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3088011072473652603</id><published>2010-11-30T07:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:50:00.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Elephant's Tale (Or Trunk for That Matter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPQ_yVryafI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_SN2jwPZFK4/s1600/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPQ-TjMH-3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Je2d2wdUSg/s1600/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545125546784455538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPQ-TjMH-3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Je2d2wdUSg/s400/DSC01480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There has always been a constant struggle between man and animals...and this includes our lovely elephants. Humans are, of course, a selfish lot, we clear forests to make way for agriculture (for food, so that's kind-of ok), industries (for jobs) and for housing (REALLY??? Do we actually need 5 houses each??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tend to forget or ignore that animals were here on this earth first. So seniors rule right??? WRONG! We are supposed to be the greater race, having brains and all that...we right now, all points to pure greed, and the constant need to have more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elephants are descendants from the great wolly mammoth (Manny if u watch Ice Age). So they demand R.E.S.P.E.C.T, or just plainly leave them alone. Contrary to popular belief, elephants are gentle souls...do you know that an elephant can walk through the forest and won't break a single branch...that is how graceful and calm these creatures are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPQ__Vp6MtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s8ANSLruEb0/s1600/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545127398577156818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPQ__Vp6MtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s8ANSLruEb0/s400/DSC01482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you were wondering whose trunk i was holding earlier, it belongs to my baby, Tapis. Aged one-year old, it has experienced the greatest heart ache ever... to be left alone in the forests by your parents. My heart goes out to her, and if you guys like to meet her in person (err...or in elephant-son), head on over to Kuala Gandah Elephant Sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This centre was established by PERHILITAN in 1989, which serves as a base for relocation of elephants that have been caught in the wild. Here, they are trained to adapt to human activities, and are given good treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it hosts 21 elephants, ranging from 1 year old elephants (that's tapis) and Mala (she's 72 years old!). Upgrading works are being done in order to fascilitate their growing numbers as well as to give the extra comfort for visitors to the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This centre is a mere 2 hours drive from KL (ok, 1 and a half hours if u r an F1 driver like yours truly). You can never get this chance to be up close and personal with the elephants, and the best part is- IT'S FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two shows daily, one starts at 10 am and the other at 2 pm. You are able to feed the elephants, touch them, ride them (only for the first 120 people) and of course, the highl&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPRDNPC4b1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JvyCn06r8HU/s1600/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545130935855902546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPRDNPC4b1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JvyCn06r8HU/s400/DSC01491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ight of the day, bathe with them! As a lover of all things water...this was of course what I loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this old soul that im holding its trunk is Mala, our longest resident, she is 72 years old, but fit as ever! One eye doesnt see so well, but apart from that, she's good and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discolouration on her skin is result of old age..like our uban, if you will. Elephants love banana trunks, they love the inside part...its a thrill to see them squish the trunks and get the centre part with their trunks...adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who do you thank for doing all this? The team from PERHILITAN of course, especially the dedicated team in Kuala Gandah. It is an actual fact that elephants are jealous so they have to the same trainer taking care of them...i would not want to be in the way of a jealous elephant *shudder*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Kuala Gandah team, keep up the good work. For those who are interested to help the centre and the elephants, kindly make donations which will be used for the upkeep of the centre and its inhabitants. No amount is too small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3088011072473652603?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3088011072473652603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/11/elephants-tale-or-trunk-for-that-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3088011072473652603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3088011072473652603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2010/11/elephants-tale-or-trunk-for-that-matter.html' title='An Elephant&apos;s Tale (Or Trunk for That Matter)'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/TPQ-TjMH-3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Je2d2wdUSg/s72-c/DSC01480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2453663072420701223</id><published>2009-12-31T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:02:52.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phenomenon We Call Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzxTpqLka3I/AAAAAAAAALc/rjFB2ILAFEU/s1600-h/susan-boyle-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421300026609789810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzxTpqLka3I/AAAAAAAAALc/rjFB2ILAFEU/s400/susan-boyle-album-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan Boyle sings like an angel...not that I have heard an angel sing...but I bet he would sound just like her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought her CD, and proud to say that I was not disappointed...if she was a Malaysian, she would not have lasted a day in Akademi Fantasia, or whichever crap they call entertainment. Look at Adibah Noor, people neglect, or choose to ignore her talents. Malaysians are, by definition, a vain lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my favourite song from the album, Wild Horses... a cover version of the Rolling Stones Hit Single..enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Childhood living is easy to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things you wanted I bought them for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graceless lady you know who i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I cant let you slide through my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild horses couldnt drag me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild, wild horses, couldnt drag me way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched you suffer a dull aching pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you decided to show me the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sweeping exits or offstage lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild horses couldnt drag me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wild, wild horses, couldnt drag me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know i dreamt you a sin and a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have my freedom but i dont have much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faith has been broken, tears must be cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets do some living after we die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-2453663072420701223?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2453663072420701223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/phenomenon-we-call-susan-boyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2453663072420701223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2453663072420701223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/phenomenon-we-call-susan-boyle.html' title='The Phenomenon We Call Susan Boyle'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzxTpqLka3I/AAAAAAAAALc/rjFB2ILAFEU/s72-c/susan-boyle-album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-8477998420381477933</id><published>2009-12-22T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:04:18.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duniaku, TV3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClBd40tfI/AAAAAAAAALU/VZwtczwDesA/s1600-h/bincang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418011796348122610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClBd40tfI/AAAAAAAAALU/VZwtczwDesA/s400/bincang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, definately have the looks to qualify as a TV presenter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClA0s0nAI/AAAAAAAAALM/SnCkyZkPKps/s1600-h/conti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418011785291930626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClA0s0nAI/AAAAAAAAALM/SnCkyZkPKps/s400/conti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought they had a bigger office..wonder how it feels to work in an aquarium&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClAiroqYI/AAAAAAAAALE/l0qd5ydeqJc/s1600-h/green+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418011780455115138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClAiroqYI/AAAAAAAAALE/l0qd5ydeqJc/s400/green+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dubbed as the green room, i was trying to blend in with the environment,&lt;br /&gt;like the gecko if you will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As a part of a programme under KPM and PRO Club, we headed out to NSTP and Media Prima Berhad on the 21st of December 2009. A group of 30 officers from different divisions and departments under NRE, we started our programme at 10 oclock, first stop...NSTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We were then given a briefing and a short Q&amp;amp;A session on the going-ons of a newspaper company, and then proceeded to have a look-see their working place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Surprisingly, the reporters were a neat lot, unlike of the chaotic picture we had in mind, thanks to watching the telly. Their working place was airy and spacious. I had the chance of getting my face caricatured (is that even a word??) which i now proudly display at my notice board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;NSTP then provided brunch and gave us a mug as a parting gift...we had a blast taking pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Our next destinantion was Media Prima Berhad in Bandar Utama...the real fun begins of course.. We got to see the DJ's of Hotfm, Flyfm and MyOnefm in action, see in person Aliff Satar doing his stint in Choop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The high point of the day was watching Izwan doing Berita Terkini, and of course a few of us tried to have a go at news reading.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All in all, the programme was a big success, everyone was happy and got priceless experience to keep in our hearts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6694961886105591528-8477998420381477933?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/8477998420381477933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/duniaku-tv3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8477998420381477933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8477998420381477933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/duniaku-tv3.html' title='Duniaku, TV3'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SzClBd40tfI/AAAAAAAAALU/VZwtczwDesA/s72-c/bincang2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3198565472399453204</id><published>2009-12-21T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:20:48.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaulah Segalanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sy9YnKsHvDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/smbKO5nsXSY/s1600-h/madey+n+akma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417646306657549362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sy9YnKsHvDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/smbKO5nsXSY/s400/madey+n+akma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Memang hanya Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yang tahu segalanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apa yang kuinginkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Di saat-saat ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kau takkan percaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kau selalu di hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;haruskah ku menangis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Untuk menyatakan yang sesungguhnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaulah segalanya untukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaulah curahan hati ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tak mungkin ku melupakanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku harap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanya kau seorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As promised, I sang at Mahathir &amp;amp; Maizatul's wedding, deliberately coinciding with Madey's birthday, and the song that I chose was the song sang by Ruth Sahanaya, one of my all time favourites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The wedding was held in Intekma, Shah Alam. They could not provide the music, so I had to improvise. I manage to serenade the couple as they walked down to the cake-cutting ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;To Mahathir &amp;amp; Maizatul, here's to a lifetime of happiness, now that you have found each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When's my turn so that Mahathir can sing at MY wedding :)&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/6694961886105591528-3198565472399453204?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3198565472399453204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/kaulah-segalanya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3198565472399453204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3198565472399453204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/kaulah-segalanya.html' title='Kaulah Segalanya'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sy9YnKsHvDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/smbKO5nsXSY/s72-c/madey+n+akma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7791526932484104073</id><published>2009-12-16T08:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:07:31.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SygwEI60-8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/jD2IK_V4Enk/s1600-h/horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415631399584857026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SygwEI60-8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/jD2IK_V4Enk/s400/horses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horses are majestic creatures, with a regal stance, truly one of God's most beautiful creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same goes with the people born in the year of the horse, as your truly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am taking horse riding lessons in Equestrian Centre, Putrajaya..but just only had bonding sessions with horsey, giving them food to eat, rubbing them, just in case i was secretly afraid of horses. Hello, being part horse myself, I am not afraid of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fascination with horses started very early, as long as I can remember, I loved horses. My favourite childhood book was Black Beauty by Anna Sewell. I think its because of too much exposure to western movies and Little House on the Prairie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told that new sessions will commence in January, so until then, this will have to do...More horsey stories in the future, reading it straight from the horse's mouth... ciaoo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7791526932484104073?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7791526932484104073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/runaway-horses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7791526932484104073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7791526932484104073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/runaway-horses.html' title='Runaway Horses'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SygwEI60-8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/jD2IK_V4Enk/s72-c/horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-8680795294614345744</id><published>2009-12-15T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:04:54.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bestest Birthday Party Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SycBzOHQS5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/a3q289zJ5ek/s1600-h/birthday-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415299056409791378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SycBzOHQS5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/a3q289zJ5ek/s400/birthday-party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farah can host a damn good party. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acad's birthday had a Ben 10 theme...much to the delight of my two nephews... my niece was a bit crestfallen...but was instantly happy after getting a barbie pack...kids..they are so easy to please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Farah had a pinata for the kids to bash up. Personally, Farah shud have opted for Nelson as the pinata...it will be way much cheaper and more satisfying..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of course were the two inflatable castles that i myself had a go going down the slide with the kids...thank goodness the castle did not deflate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cutest question of the day was from my nephew, Irfan... He asked "Kawan Auntie Ina ni memang kaya giler, ek?" Well cant exactly blame him for feeling that way..the housing estate was huge!! Complete with a man-made lake, a sanctuary for peacocks and a swan to boot..it was joggers heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Farah's parents decide to gon on a holiday and need a house-sitter...Im more than welcome to provide my services...FOC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-8680795294614345744?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/8680795294614345744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/bestest-birthday-party-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8680795294614345744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8680795294614345744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/bestest-birthday-party-ever.html' title='The Bestest Birthday Party Ever!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SycBzOHQS5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/a3q289zJ5ek/s72-c/birthday-party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3453663106424669629</id><published>2009-12-11T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:18:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Droplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SyG32xBKuUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlk-AaLzUfI/s1600-h/droplet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413810378575100226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SyG32xBKuUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlk-AaLzUfI/s400/droplet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_aAMGl8rEA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_aAMGl8rEA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm leaving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm not sure if that’s what I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm wanting you but cant go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trying to find, to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;That all elusive piece of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Stuck here somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shrouded beneath my fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And now I don’t need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm just waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The droplets, droplets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You left a mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I wear it proudly on my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Above my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Above my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;To Remind me that I feel the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;When I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;To me everything is effortless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You know its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;My eyes are painted with regret and I don’t need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cuz I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm just waiting to fall and sink into your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are like the raindrops, the raindrops falling down on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You left a mark you left a mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;She left a mark he left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;She left he left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="expandBtn" href="http://www.jango.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I tell you how much I love Colbie Callait's songs??? This one hits right in the ballpark...I simply love the sincerity of the lyrics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we've all been there...stuck in a dilemma of letting someone you love deeply go, just because you know in your heart of hearts...you were never meant to be..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To let go, or to hold on....what ever it is that you decide, choose wisely, give it much thought...then just let it rip! Live life with no regrets...no what ifs...life is just too short for wishing what could have been... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love it when you treat the presence of someone's love like drops of rain...somehow it sounds so soothing and cool...soft, pitter-patter of raindrops...splashing on your skin...aaah...the good old days when we used to play in the rain...*bliss*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3453663106424669629?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3453663106424669629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/droplets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3453663106424669629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3453663106424669629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/droplets.html' title='Droplets'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SyG32xBKuUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlk-AaLzUfI/s72-c/droplet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2230151963850697666</id><published>2009-12-10T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:35:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SyC-gpUXmrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FSotglNOiUs/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413536220155714226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SyC-gpUXmrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FSotglNOiUs/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disini Kau dan Aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Terbiasa Bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Menjalani Kasih Sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bahagia Kudenganmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pernahkah Kau Menguntai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hari Paling Indahku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ukir Nama Kita Berdua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Disini Surga Kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bila Kita Mencintai Yg Lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mungkin Kah Hati ini Akan Tegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sebisa Mungkin Tak Akan Pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sayang ku Akan Hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If You Love Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Could We Be This Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I Will fight To Win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our Love Will Conquer All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wouldnt Risk My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Even Just One Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our Love Will Stay in My Heart...My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A bit melancholic nowadays...it is apparent with my recent posts...all because of an incident...involving a best friend getting married...and him confessing something he kept to himself all this while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But no use in dwelling on the past...he has moved on, and since i was kept in the dark of his feelings, so i wasn't too affected by this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But really, if there is a piece of advice that I would like to share with all of u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If u really love someone, then take the risk, and tell that person how much you mean to them... I had one friend that loved her husband very much, but never got around to really tell him how much she loved him, she assumed he knew...then one unfortunate day, they were involved in an accident, and he died. When asked what was her greatest regret, she would answer that never telling her husband how much she loved him when he was alive...she begged us not to take the person you love for granted, because you'll never know when you or that person will go away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing is forever, well accept for diamonds, of course...but i believe true love will stand the test of time.........&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/6694961886105591528-2230151963850697666?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2230151963850697666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2230151963850697666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2230151963850697666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SyC-gpUXmrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FSotglNOiUs/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7042454269966561858</id><published>2009-12-09T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:54:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sx8Pb8hLJnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UzxYu3iHbpg/s1600-h/btmraya8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413062249898780274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sx8Pb8hLJnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UzxYu3iHbpg/s400/btmraya8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Why is it so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It was so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I don't know where to start or what to say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I've been all alone needing you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But its not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maybe we just needed time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Can we try to let it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;If we don't than we'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I try to break through but you know that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;We say that time is meant to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But it still hurts inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I wish that none of this was real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cause we're so far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You've been all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Needing me by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But its not too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maybe we just needed time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Can we try to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;If we don't than we'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But you know that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;And I know that our love can grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But this damn river needs to flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I will try to break through but you know that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Its time to make a stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Maybe it won't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But we should take this chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Can we try to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;If we don't than we'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I try to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But you know that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I know that our love can grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;When this damn river needs to flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I will try to break through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But you know that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll try to break through but you that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll try to break through but you that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I Love Colbie Callait...just bought her new CD Breakthrough, and am happy to report that it was a good buy, love all the songs, her voice is soothing to the ears... a breath of fresh air with all the techno stuff the radio is feeding us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyhow, this is one of my most played songs at the moment...take the time to read the lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In search of love, it's true that you have to keep it inside first, process and analyse, but eventually, you would have to succomb to actually telling the person that has caught your eye.. there is no use keeping it inside, not only it is unhealthy to bottle up your feelings...but also, it is a waste of time and energy pining for that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once you have taken that big step, you trust God to either make the path to your love easy, or make it hell..and of course, as the lovely Colby has pointed out...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But you know that its up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&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/6694961886105591528-7042454269966561858?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7042454269966561858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/breakthrough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7042454269966561858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7042454269966561858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/breakthrough.html' title='Breakthrough'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sx8Pb8hLJnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UzxYu3iHbpg/s72-c/btmraya8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4833515816066555163</id><published>2009-12-08T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:21:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love and Friendship Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sx4MBKrl_dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9OSNIJnwd5A/s1600-h/freindship.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412777016332516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sx4MBKrl_dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9OSNIJnwd5A/s400/freindship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;In Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;© Elhem Nejem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Between love and friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm waving like a lost ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Between black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Grey takes away my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Between doubt and certitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;How can I have such an attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I no more bear the confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tell me is it truth or illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was dreaming when there came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;A strange feeling I can not name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Since long you've been my only mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My soul only you can penetrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Inside me only you can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like sugar in a cup of tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like the door knows the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like the flower waits the bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today it is clearly seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;In between I should never have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;To a strong feeling you were blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Something your eyes no longer hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;To your best friend love you can fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Not knowing his heart you can break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mella posted this very thought provoking statement on her status&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, Love and Friendship met. Love asked, "Why do you exist when I already exist?" Friendship smiled and said,"To put a smile where you leave tears"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which got me thinking, is it possible for us to fall in love with your best friend? You are talking about someone who knows so much about you, your past, your present, and now you want that person to be part of your future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This person has seen the best of you, the worst, and the things in between...and you know his...and still accept him for what he is, as long as he accept yours. The one who will praise your strengths, alert you of your weaknesses, let you know that you have gone too far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He sounds like a perfect friend, but do perfect friends make perfect partners?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I throw this question to this void...any one likes to answer??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4833515816066555163?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4833515816066555163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-love-and-friendship-collide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4833515816066555163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4833515816066555163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-love-and-friendship-collide.html' title='When Love and Friendship Collide'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sx4MBKrl_dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9OSNIJnwd5A/s72-c/freindship.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7414014061268730648</id><published>2009-12-07T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:37:49.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Cleanup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sxygxz0NOXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t5pfyDvKj7M/s1600-h/me+dream+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412377629775706482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sxygxz0NOXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t5pfyDvKj7M/s400/me+dream+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast cleaning up Intan Masturah's home last weekend...it is a amazing how much clutter we keep in our house, all in the name of "sayang", "might need these later" or "ada sentimental value"..but I watched a show on Oprah that we have to be brutal in order to throw out our stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was an accomplishment to actually clean every room of her 3 storey house, even her small patch of garden...but thankfully we were very handsomely rewarded by Panda...a session of karaoke in red box...5 and a half hours of singing at the top of our lungs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next would be her garden makeover... I was thinking of putting mutiara grass and a few pottd plants to start with, and a herb garden at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also had fun going to macy's and ikea looking at furniture and furbishing for our new home...kelakar sangat...rumah belum tentu dapat..tapi set sofa da nak tempah! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will update you guys with the latest updates on our new home..hopefully I'll invite you to our housewarming party..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note : the picture above is my version of my dream bed...hmmm...anyone want to sleep next to me??? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7414014061268730648?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7414014061268730648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-cleanup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7414014061268730648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7414014061268730648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-cleanup.html' title='Home Cleanup!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sxygxz0NOXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t5pfyDvKj7M/s72-c/me+dream+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2359134739247750860</id><published>2009-12-04T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:36:54.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing The Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can always tell there's a government officer around...underwater also want to have meeting..hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWs5RY4CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KydobixA20Y/s1600-h/conference+underwater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411311019061993506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWs5RY4CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KydobixA20Y/s400/conference+underwater2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my Buddy Farah Diba...when is our next dive, dear???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWgzHbO1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SYu-1EFimTY/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411310811251161938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWgzHbO1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SYu-1EFimTY/s400/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no words that can convey my feelings of awe when I first hit underwater...the Greatness of Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWXnAYVGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zrlNEvsSDZY/s1600-h/underwater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411310653381563490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWXnAYVGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zrlNEvsSDZY/s400/underwater2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My mum used to read me a story called "Old Man of The Sea"... As i ponder, i now realize I am the Old Lady of the Sea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Diving is a passion, a luxury for some, but for me, nothing can compare to seeing the corals in action underwater..the thrill of seeing sea creatures...the peace of the sea.. I miss this feeling very much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hopefully with the expansion of my division, I would be able to participate in more dives...I miss the Sea..and hope that the sea will wait for my return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-2359134739247750860?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2359134739247750860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2359134739247750860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2359134739247750860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-sea.html' title='Missing The Sea'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SxjWs5RY4CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KydobixA20Y/s72-c/conference+underwater2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3629202305239774566</id><published>2009-12-04T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:38:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bet with Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sxh-nM4BvcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hBEtVcbsVCE/s1600-h/DSC_5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411214164221869506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sxh-nM4BvcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hBEtVcbsVCE/s400/DSC_5503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photograph of me..taken by Aidil at the Majlis Perhutanan Negara held 24 November 2009. This was of course, before i was running around ushering the whos-who of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I got hold of BOTH handphones of Lim Guan Eng, and did not do anything with it, which goes to show how amanah Covernment Officers are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... I was having tea with my bestie, Iskandar at Secret Recipe in Tanjung Malim...so I told him that I had to continue my struggle with my weight...trying to go down another 10 to 15 kilos...so he gave me three months to do that...katanya nak bagi I benda baek nyer...wrapped of course, so its a secret..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;(Note : Is can wrap himself upand present himself to me, and I'll be one happy girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having said that, I accepted the challenge..will try that with less drama than Biggest Loser Asia..ayooo..such a cheesy show, pale in comparison with the US version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, he has to agree to a challenge himself..so I said he has to read six books that must be more that 150 pages, 2 fiction, 2 non-fiction and 2 is whatever he chooses...For us booklovers..that is not a problem, since I myself read one book per week...but with Is...he can doze off after reading a few lines...adoila bang..camner nak jadik cultured PTD ni, sayang??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the games begin... and insyaAllah..this challenge will make us better people, and grow us closer together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3629202305239774566?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3629202305239774566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bet-with-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3629202305239774566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3629202305239774566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bet-with-is.html' title='My Bet with Is'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sxh-nM4BvcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hBEtVcbsVCE/s72-c/DSC_5503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4931075413388705332</id><published>2009-11-22T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:04:07.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SwjE8w_X1TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kbhzwwLZeXI/s1600/IMAG0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406787900880180530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SwjE8w_X1TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kbhzwwLZeXI/s400/IMAG0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SwjE2PqGhVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HnVHqjv3Unk/s1600/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406787788853380434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SwjE2PqGhVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HnVHqjv3Unk/s400/DSC00600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M IN LOVE WITH DESIGNER HANDBAGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new obsession, I blame on Mazlina and Intan Masturah, true fashionistas of the Public Sector.. but not that I'm complaining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew one day, this day would come, whereby I'll leave my tomboy ways and become the swan I was born to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handbags...are an accessory ro some, a luxury for others, but a necessity to me. A handbag is not just an object..it's a statement to your personality, a sign of good taste..where an imitation and u'll get dirty looks from me... Excuse me dear...but creativity does not come cheap..and so does good workmanship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these two are my first collection of designer handbags..boith a from Coach..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to upload my Marc Jacobs bag..but since it's my first love now, I think I'll dedicate a whole post for Dovey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then..&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/6694961886105591528-4931075413388705332?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4931075413388705332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/11/latest-obsessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4931075413388705332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4931075413388705332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/11/latest-obsessions.html' title='Latest Obsessions'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SwjE8w_X1TI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kbhzwwLZeXI/s72-c/IMAG0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2584263814381887382</id><published>2009-11-08T11:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:49:33.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to my roots...well sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SweMX7MjqBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zkYrKhjJpWE/s1600/image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406444220336810002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SweMX7MjqBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zkYrKhjJpWE/s400/image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a very long time since I last post my last rantings...many things have changed...I'm now in a new division.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my last birthday, I made a wish in the midst of the lush greenery of Taman Negara Pahang..that I would like to work in a field I'm passionate about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Environment is a huge field by itself, i could go terrestrial, or i could opt for marine..but fate has brought me to the forest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The never ending battle between conservation and development will always be, in my personal opinion, parrellel..never finding a point of compromise, a pity.. because we can go so far by depending on our achievements, our inventions, our destruction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the time being, I am content with being a part of the team that will be the speaking voices of the trees, the protectors of those who cannot protect themselves..and the silent eyes that watch and wait until humans find out a way to wipe out their own species... i shudder at the thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-2584263814381887382?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2584263814381887382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-back-to-my-rootswell-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2584263814381887382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2584263814381887382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-back-to-my-rootswell-sort-of.html' title='Going back to my roots...well sort of'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SweMX7MjqBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/zkYrKhjJpWE/s72-c/image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7694979721024449004</id><published>2009-05-01T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:46:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Want A Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SfqxybFHwjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pEg7nbc1q34/s1600-h/irah+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Last night, a friend of mine asked me a simple question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"WHY DO YOU WANT A PROMOTION?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;It got me thinking..so I answered that i would like a job that fits my needs and experience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;There are no right or wrong answer for this question..but his answer was simple..and true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"TO BE IN A POSITION WHERE WHAT I SAY IS HEARD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I was dumbfounded..that is soooo true..how many of us lament daily that our ideas are not given due justice? Or how the solution of things are so straightforward, but because it came from a junior officer or someone of a lower rank, it goes unnoticed??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So we resort in twisting the idea a bit, making it as if it came from your bosses, or someone who is given due respect..and patiently, we wait for the day that our voice or thoughts will be heard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330768588767216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SfqxybFHwjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pEg7nbc1q34/s400/irah+n+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me with my lovely friend, Munirah..she has proven to be a friendly and wise listener..and for that, i am grateful. This picture was taken before our diploma in public administration ceremony..the only time I am wearing my number one dress..at this moment, Munirah and a few others were the only people who could make me smile, and forget about the turmoil I was facing at this point in time, but that..is a another story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;When I first applied for PTD, to tell u the truth, I didn't even know what it was..but everyone was recommending it to me..so i decided to give it a shot..To cut a long story short, I reported for duty on the 19th of December 2005..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's been three years now, and I have had my share in office politics, backstabbers, whiners, complainers, and not to mention the Golden People I had the privillege to work with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned the true meaning of working as a team, to respect even the simplest of ideas, to appreciate the work that government servants that somehow is always portrayed in a bad light, despite our efforts to keep the public and our stakeholders happy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My kewangan team in JKPTG is a good example that teamwork simply works..and we find strength in each other, despite the naysayers that we were underperforming and "lembab". Everytime i think of them, I am proud that we have made an impact on our Department's financial side. Jashida and Mariani, keep up the good work..CC Mariam, Rohani, Faisal, Murni, Linda, Su and the rest..i miss you guys everyday..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week, I'll be going to a new place, a division that I have set my eyes on for a long time.. I hope I can really proove myself, for the greater good of the Environment..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So Amir, thanks for your question, and the insight it gave me to write this down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7694979721024449004?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7694979721024449004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-we-want-promotion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7694979721024449004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7694979721024449004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-we-want-promotion.html' title='Why Do We Want A Promotion'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SfqxybFHwjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pEg7nbc1q34/s72-c/irah+n+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-867341018503792607</id><published>2009-04-26T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:54:07.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to Thee My Insecta Man!</title><content type='html'>Why I love CSI...let me count the reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330087662683086178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SfhGfTvq3WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XkbqUqTOAJQ/s400/grissom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1. I love Gil Grissom (William Peterson)...one of my greatest wish is to have a boss..and also be a boss like him..very understanding, strict yet wise, and always trying to teach new things..yet never loosing the joy of learning himself......we share the same passion for the Insecta world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330090122850898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SfhIuglYkiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LAou7POXIjk/s400/nicky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The man of my dreams..Nick Stokes (George Eads)...he's just perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..actually there's more reasons..but im dedicating this post to my Insecta man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIL GRISSOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Malaysian TV..Gil's last appearance was last week..an emotional ending for mr grissom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really caught my attention, was how sweet the ending was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gil finally gets his girl!! Can u believe it??? After so long...keeping his profesionalism intact, his feelings well guarded..Gil then rushes to Costa Rica into the loving arms of Sarah...*awwwww*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which goes to show..office romance is a bit complicated...ngahaha..so find someone who u work closely with, but dont be in the same division!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that..last words to Gil...I'm going to miss u...Horatio and Mack dont even come close to matcing u!!&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/6694961886105591528-867341018503792607?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/867341018503792607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-to-thee-my-insecta-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/867341018503792607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/867341018503792607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-to-thee-my-insecta-man.html' title='Farewell to Thee My Insecta Man!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SfhGfTvq3WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XkbqUqTOAJQ/s72-c/grissom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7331150226995148911</id><published>2009-04-21T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:09:48.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Johnny and Me</title><content type='html'>Johnny is my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shiny red Myvi...which some say is out of character for me since i love green..but i for some reason has always envisioned my first car would be chilli red..but that's a different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...on the 17th of April 2009. a sleepy me was driving along the roads of Precint 18, heading back home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut long story short..i ran a red light..in haste to get back home and sleep..and ran into a kancil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Se1sLXiumZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ctJk3OqSo3U/s1600-h/IMG_8070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327032882108485890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Se1sLrTm0QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BI83zBa3rsA/s320/IMG_8072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the picture of the Kancil (courtesy of Ady..thanks)..so as u can see..i really went in into the car..not from the impact..but from the panicked reaction of me pressing the gas instead of the breaks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Se1sLIc0tQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tvGZY0G_k1Q/s1600-h/IMG_8065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327032872322071538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Se1sLG2V-_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NQdinQHrWAg/s320/IMG_8064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Johnny...it still pains me to look at the picture..coz i love my car very much...in case any of u are wondering why I named my car Johnny, and how i know its a male..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny is one of my favourite english names, which join the ranks of other favourite names like Benjamin, and Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I name all my gadgets with a male name.. Archie for my Acer laptop, Exie for my hphone, amnd Mack for my MacBook. Why?? Anything that u have to tell them what to do, is a male..females usually do things even when they're not instructed to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the accident..the other driver is a pregnant lady from MOF..(yes..of all people..i had to terrorize the life of a pregnant woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah..nobody was seriously hurt, except for a few bruises..i wasso scared for the baby..so i have promised to fast on Mondays and Thursdays for a whole month..will start next week in May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any donations are welcomed coz i have to pay for everything...for the fact that my insurance and road tax kaput a few days before...well...i always knew i had to learn the hard way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7331150226995148911?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7331150226995148911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-johnny-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7331150226995148911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7331150226995148911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-johnny-and-me.html' title='My Johnny and Me'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Se1sLrTm0QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BI83zBa3rsA/s72-c/IMG_8072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7794674810967375139</id><published>2009-04-17T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:56:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Tisha Starfish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sefsh0wSj0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2rMpdRtFFrg/s1600-h/pengsan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sefn3nSWagI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tSYCvWSCJyk/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325480027013671426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sefn3nSWagI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tSYCvWSCJyk/s320/boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sefn3cmj9_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/4j1TQgpsEVQ/s1600-h/kaz,+farah+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sefn3Y5VYrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z69tVxFZbWA/s1600-h/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for all this water-related was cemented in my blood ever since i was a little child..we used to go to the company's beach house in PD every school holidays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my Uni days, i was either going to major in Ecology or Marine Sciences, but opt for the former as i love the environment in many aspects, including marine life or terrestrial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was offered to do my scuba licence when i was in Uni, with a dirt cheap price of RM500, but as many of u may know, RM500 is a hefty sum when u r in Uni, things to consider like college fees, materials, books, fieldwork..so I had to pass the chance..but the dream lives on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when my bestie, farah asked me whether i was interested in joining a scuba classs early this year..i jumped at the chance..so after attending theory classes and pool lessons..we headed to Redang on the 11th of April 2009..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed to have a very committed buddy, and thankful that our instructor KAZ is someone i could really get along..KAZ is a follow-by-the-book instructor, and one very responsible person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was obviously very jittery on the first dive...this time i remembered to equalize properly..since i had a very painful experience in the pool session..and the sea!! Ya Allah!! Gorgeous...for those of u who loves snorkeling like i do, being underwater is a different ballpark alltogether! The fish, colourful, more evidence of our Creator's divinity, the corals..spectacular..i could go on forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, we had a little incident...well..okay..i kinda slept underwater...dont ask me how that happened..(secretly i blame KAZ for being such a bore.. kekekeke) but i was lucky i had a rescue diver with me, Shafuan, my hero! I dont really recall what happened..except for one moment to the surface, i kind of panicked and took off my regulator and mask! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well..to cut a story short, we had to cut the dive short too...we went back to the dive shop where i rested before going for the 2nd dive..surface interval...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally, a person would be a bit worried to continue, having experiencing something like that..but as how KAZ put it, "Ina's being competitive"...so i swallowed my fear and dive for the second time..determined to do better..which i did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More dive stories to come..keep posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7794674810967375139?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7794674810967375139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-tisha-starfish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7794674810967375139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7794674810967375139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-tisha-starfish.html' title='Introducing Tisha Starfish!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sefn3nSWagI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/tSYCvWSCJyk/s72-c/boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-1885160790813955622</id><published>2009-04-07T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:54:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Witch's Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdrZoJ44HKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r4GhHYfZs7o/s1600-h/Desert+Landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321805193564134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdrZoJ44HKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r4GhHYfZs7o/s400/Desert+Landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, there was a kingdom in a land not so far away. It was governed by a fair queen, lovely in appearance and in nature. All her subjects loved her, and pledged their allegiance to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, one day, the queen's father requested her to rule another country, and she readily accepted, as a good daughter would.. she was confident her subjects would still thrive without her, as they were capable..and she has trained them as would her own children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Good Queen left, a dark shadow cast upon the sky...as an evil presence was approaching..and lo and behold..came the Wicked Witch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As dark as the sorm..and a dark heart to match, she ruled the kingdom..misery for those who crossed her path...the kingdom fell into depression, no laughter when she was around..only sadness and ill will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day, came a pheasant girl to the kingdom...unaware of the danger that lies in such a peaceful kingdom..she tried to bring joy and happiness to the kingdom, flowers, sunshine and laughter..and soon the kings and queens of other kingdoms began to take notice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the wicked witch, seeing this unusual attention on her kingdom, began to torture the pheasant girl..she took away the sunshine, killed the flowers..cast a spell to make the pheasant girl mute..but she could not take away the pheasant girl's spirit, which shone even though the hour was dark, her future bleak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pheasant girl tried to whether the storm...and all she had was a lovely friends to keep her strong, her prayer as well as her faith to keep her sane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how does the story end???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot foresee the future, my friends..but like the pheasant girl, i refuse to be kicked, nor pushed away..but maintain my happiness, counting my lucky stars that I have this opportunity to be in this kingdom..to meet new friends...and to learn new things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that my friends, I am forever grateful for your warmth and kindness..and together..we will rid the Wicked Witch from this kingdom... Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-1885160790813955622?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1885160790813955622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-in-witchs-castle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/1885160790813955622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/1885160790813955622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-in-witchs-castle.html' title='Living in the Witch&apos;s Castle'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdrZoJ44HKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r4GhHYfZs7o/s72-c/Desert+Landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3698318053352085148</id><published>2009-04-06T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:37:02.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sdl2hPOMfvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PX_WUcNgYDA/s1600-h/aku+pelancong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321414748108783346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sdl2hPOMfvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PX_WUcNgYDA/s400/aku+pelancong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sdl2H_zEqbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lnfz-dOKaKM/s1600-h/sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of me with Esmainura, on our trip to Sarawak last year...could not find another picture that describes me best...happy hollidaying with my besties..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 31 on the 29th of March..so officially im in the Junior Thirties Club..but hey, i wont be alone..since Idayu has done it before me *wink *wink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have requested the amazing Siti Hanizah..to make a few scrapbook layouts so that i can fill my scrapbook...so she in turn has requested me to jot a few of my wishes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes.. (some may sound cheesy..but hey, its my birthday so i can do whatever I want!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace for all...regardless of religion, customs, the colour of skin...those are irrelevant..like it or not..we're sharing this Earth...so start behaving, everybody!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sufficient funds so that I dont have to worry about money...and be able to fulfill my dreams of travel...tahun pelaksanaan kan???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my family..and friends..so i wish i can a family of my own...i think i've got so much love to give..im bursting to seams here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be great at my job...so that i can give 110 percent of my true potential...be a great manager to my staff, and a fantastic team player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be able to enjoy regardless of situations...whether im on land, on sea or in the air..be able to make new friends, appreciating the old ones..see new things..experience life to the fullest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you go, five wishes...five dreams..i share with all of u..here's to realizing them soon..cheers!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3698318053352085148?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3698318053352085148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/belated-birthday-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3698318053352085148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3698318053352085148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/belated-birthday-wishes.html' title='Belated Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/Sdl2hPOMfvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PX_WUcNgYDA/s72-c/aku+pelancong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-5346528333876259041</id><published>2009-04-03T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:13:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Before I Die : Taman Negara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWGM3YphuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5DZVnEC8Nkg/s1600-h/SDC11655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320306090391996130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWGM3YphuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5DZVnEC8Nkg/s320/SDC11655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWGMoh_tzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_nASKe7u6HI/s1600-h/Tmn+Negara+Phg(13)+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320306086404667186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWGMoh_tzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_nASKe7u6HI/s320/Tmn+Negara+Phg(13)+.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320305089614242162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWFSnMo4XI/AAAAAAAAAFA/r1NDTM4NeZE/s320/Tmn+Negara+Phg(159)+.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320310128717182578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWJ37UZtnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BcjHC0ziSMU/s320/DSC_7133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWFS-QM1CI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oNZ4vMEbmZE/s1600-h/SDC11567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to go to Taman Negara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time..wanted to go with my college mates..but had to go to field work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd time with my Uni buddies..but had a college thingy going on..so cannot go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But third time is a charm..with the grace of Kak Mas from JPA, i had the oppurtunity to join a group of people, not only from JPA, but JPM and NRE as well..on an exploration trip to Taman Negara..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madey brought along Shukri (who somehow is called Ucop..), and together with Kak Mas, Rashbab and Farah Dhiba...we set off at 11 pm, 27 March 2009 in front of JPA..together with a team of 34 people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached (Alhamdulillah..driver bus was on the phone all nite long) Jerantut at 5.30 am...a very groggy me went to look for a toilet..Rashbab..well...subur la tanah umah org tu, babe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then walked to the camp site..proceeded to eat breakfast on a floating restaurant..and to a lovely place where we berendam to our hearts content..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was off to the Kelah Conservation Site, but unfortunately, there was no kelah to hug (please note my Former KSU holding the kelah..i uploaded the image..) but we had a blast swimming with them..and thank God, Sifoo brought goggles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed back to camp...ate heartily, thanks to the ever-ready Ajeep..and rested..before proceeding to Gua Telinga..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who wants a taste of guano (that's bat poo) should go to the cave..its full of poo! never in my life have i seen so much crap! And between u and me..i got to see something else as well..but in respect of nazri..this will remain between us groopies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that nite...we had our barbeque..and our ice-breaking session..by 9.30 most of us were too tired to go on.. but i never could sleep on the first night im at a new place...thanks to my troubadour who sang my birthday song :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, after a heavy breakfast..we sat out to Bukit Teresek..unfortunately i did not make it to the top..thanks to my calf..so had to be satisfied with the view...but the good part is that i got a leg massage from Sifoo, company from the lovely Puan Nafisah and Ajeep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness i was able to experience the Canopy Walk...the view was breathtaking..the company..sublime..hmmm...for the first time in my life...i find myself longing for something i could not have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening part was the best of all..we went to a jeram..its true what they say "It's not the destination that's important..it's the journey"..We had so much fun!!! Kudos to our bot drivers for giving us such a good time...and to the crew of the lost ship...ngahahaha!! too bad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I enjoyed myself to the max on the trip...met more friends of the same interests..and doing things I never thought i dared to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip back was cosy..but being too tired..i could not sleep..so i enjoyed the company of my new found friends..wishing for something i can't have, and letting the memories of Taman Negara drown my cares away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next up : My redang trip with diving buddies..cant wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWFSctGY6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZXl1DNRcJyo/s1600-h/SDC11680.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWFSa7BoxI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3N7AhIsCjjA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Tmn+Negara+Phg(550)+.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-5346528333876259041?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5346528333876259041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-to-do-before-i-die-taman-negara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5346528333876259041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5346528333876259041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-to-do-before-i-die-taman-negara.html' title='Things To Do Before I Die : Taman Negara'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SdWGM3YphuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5DZVnEC8Nkg/s72-c/SDC11655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4912556244396255819</id><published>2009-03-18T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:52:35.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farah's Doing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/ScDEWrbEhUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CuJGxLP7ahQ/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314463454189618498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/ScDEWrbEhUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CuJGxLP7ahQ/s400/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS... type what comes to your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST whenever you hear these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random just type it! Repost it for all of your (bored) friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Beer: ~ Beer Belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Food: ~ Nasi Ayam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Relationships: ~ Love-Hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Crush: ~ Bones (yes..i feel like crushing someone's bones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Power Rangers: ~ Cheesy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Life: ~ is Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The President: ~ Obama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Yummy: ~ Ice Cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Car: ~ Myvi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Movie: ~ LOTR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Halloween: ~ ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Sex: ~ Female&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Religion: ~ Muslim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Hate: ~ Backstabbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Fear: ~ Death of my loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Marriage: ~ In the near Future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Blondes: ~ Nicole Kidman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Slippers: ~ Ipanemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Shoes: ~ Gladiators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Asians: ~ Chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Pass time: ~ Read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. One night stand: ~ Who do take me for? Paris Hilton?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. My cell Phone: ~ Me Exie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Smoke: ~ Dunhill ( not me la..some one else)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Fantasy: ~ My own seaside bungalow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. College: ~ Best years of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. High school Life: ~ 2nd best years of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Pajamas: ~ Cotton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Stars: ~ Orion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Center: ~ Circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Alcohol: ~ Antiseptic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. The word love: ~ I'm full of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Friends: ~ I love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Money: ~ berkat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Heartache: ~ when he's not here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Time: ~ flies when ur having fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Divorce: ~ A last resort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Dogs: ~ Love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Undies: ~Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Parents: ~ im a part of each of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Babies: ~ cute and chubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Ex: ~ wuh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Song: ~ Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Color: ~ Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Weddings: ~ Lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Pizza: ~ Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Hangout: ~ by the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Rest: ~ Anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Goal: ~ Achieve Greatness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Inspiration: ~ LIFE!!&lt;/div&gt;&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/6694961886105591528-4912556244396255819?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4912556244396255819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/farahs-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4912556244396255819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4912556244396255819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/farahs-doing.html' title='Farah&apos;s Doing!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/ScDEWrbEhUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CuJGxLP7ahQ/s72-c/64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-8239875755738903626</id><published>2009-03-06T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:21:17.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THIS WHO I REALLY AM??</title><content type='html'>nOW, mAZLINA aHMAD sALLEH IS BITTEN BY THE TAGGING BUG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Check this site:&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Complete the personality test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Copy and paste the result into ur notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering this test, i really thought that the questions were a little bit weird..but psychology is a weird science..so here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ngehehe..i guess that's why I am the go-to gal when there's a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE WAVE&lt;/strong&gt; coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;very..very true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;have i found him???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Of course!! Education will take u everywhere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can assure u..PTD is as steady as it gets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Easier said than done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..and i can't believe this reveals my true self..to think i answered a few questions involving a lake, flowers and a scary bear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-8239875755738903626?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/8239875755738903626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-who-i-really-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8239875755738903626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8239875755738903626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-who-i-really-am.html' title='IS THIS WHO I REALLY AM??'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4752932227660740103</id><published>2009-03-02T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:39:22.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uRBAN dICTIONARY..a NEW geM TO FIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SatGqSBMp5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/l5aCwvJssNg/s1600-h/IMG_4666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308414277991573394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SatGqSBMp5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/l5aCwvJssNg/s400/IMG_4666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I've gotten Farah Zara to be next addict of these tagging games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been tagged by her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like fun, so what the heck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;InstructionsGo to www.urbandictionary.com and type in ur answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives u. I guarantee ur gonna find some pretty hilarious results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. YOUR NAME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;INA TISHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name Ina has its origin in Latin. thia name is a used a feminine name and means 'mother'. Ina is pronounced as EYE-nah. This used as a short name for the names that end with the word 'ina'. For example: Guiseppina. This dimunitive form means 'belonging to'. If you have observed the name meanings are similar or there is a connection between the meanings. Ask yourself a question- whom do I belong to? You belong to your mother, biologically as well from your heart. Thus, Ina is mother to whom one belongs. It is really a beautiful name; full of love and belongingness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina means: Pure - Greek Mother - Latin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sO FAR SO GOOD...BUT I WAS lOOKING AT THE OTHER MEANINGS POSTED AND THINKS THAT ITS waaaY UNAPPROPRIATE TO POST ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 pack 12 oz cans of beer.&lt;br /&gt;Can you get a 30? I want to get wasted tonight. Don't even bother with the longnecks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nGAHAHAHA..MY AGE IS ASSOCIATED WITH BEER??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FARAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the act of seeming naive or innocent but doing a 180 in a split-second and slappin' dat white boi ass of yours anyway. - Very similar to the usage of the term "jew him down!"&lt;br /&gt;She seemed nice, but when I made a pass at her, she went Farah on me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WORKING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A term to describe the tedious and boring indentured servitude that most people are forced to endure to get money. Generally, not a pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't come to the party tonight. I'm working late." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. FAVOURITE COLOUR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes... it is most definitely referring to the marijuana... and also, upon occassion, any substance with similar uses. too, properly, of course, it is a golfing term, but that;s really not very much fun, now is it?&lt;br /&gt;'yo, where da green at?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. BIRTHPLACE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the short name of kuala lumpur the capital of malaysia&lt;br /&gt;kl is a city full of fun ,welcome to kl !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. MONTH OF YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All people born in March are true inspirations, have imaginations that run wild and are go-getters. The month in which all of the true gangsters were born!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, she was born in March?! She's a true O.G. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE coolest name in the universe- only fit for THE coolest PEOPLE in the universe... well cool,uhm, besides being kinda strange... erh, lets go with entertainingly eccentric. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADY, TOLONG JANGAN PERASAN LEBEY2..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ONE OF YOUR NICKNAMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TISH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tish: meaning to look good. Tish: another way of saying &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Fabulous"&gt;Fabulous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Hot"&gt;Hot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Sexy"&gt;Sexy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Scandalous"&gt;Scandalous&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Beautiful"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/a&gt; Tish: is an adjective other forms of Tish: Tished, Tishin, Tishaliscious, Tishtacular, Tishy&lt;br /&gt;"Robyn your hair is soooo tish today" "That lip gloss is tish" "Wow, your outfit is tishin today" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOAH..NOW I LIKE MY NICKNAME MORE THAN ME OWN NAME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's about it, thanks Farah for the amazing new website u have introduced to me...maybe ill give a few defintions of my own...LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4752932227660740103?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4752932227660740103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-that-ive-gotten-farah-zara-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4752932227660740103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4752932227660740103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-that-ive-gotten-farah-zara-to-be.html' title='uRBAN dICTIONARY..a NEW geM TO FIND'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SatGqSBMp5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/l5aCwvJssNg/s72-c/IMG_4666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2304224270043386439</id><published>2009-02-26T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:10:35.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Debut Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYWG6LYWVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3ECEz8Xoe1k/s1600-h/My+Album.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306953518854723922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYWG6LYWVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3ECEz8Xoe1k/s400/My+Album.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's To Syed Heidzir...for his ability to find gems like these to appear on my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The instructions are as follows..and i followed it to the t..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Open &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.(alternatively, if the first article you hit is short, hit Random Article two more times.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Open &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Open &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;/a&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Use photoshop/paint or similar to put it all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Post it to FB with "My Debut Album" in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun..and by the way, my band was named after an heiress..cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-2304224270043386439?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2304224270043386439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-debut-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2304224270043386439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2304224270043386439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-debut-album.html' title='My Debut Album'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYWG6LYWVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3ECEz8Xoe1k/s72-c/My+Album.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2339516714070997325</id><published>2009-02-26T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:12:37.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Questionaire : Aida's Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYWpa2gB6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mvzmwF_TdRQ/s1600-h/3102920_1024x768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306954111741069218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYWpa2gB6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mvzmwF_TdRQ/s400/3102920_1024x768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYJI2Psu0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Em5SNKvS32c/s1600-h/autumn+in+japan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lunch with Farah, Aida and her brother Zahrin, who by the way..lawak nak mampus..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I am blessed with her tagging me with her notes, which is I find very interesting..so here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a jewish name..so there must be a Jew with the same name with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, cause i had a bad case of food poisoning..hurts like hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say I have nice handwriting...but I am not sure...so-so only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well-Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum will kill me if I got kids without a husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello...I am the friendliset one of all...of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelloggs Frosties...to bring out the Tiiiiigeeer in me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate Chip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eyes..they are mirrors to the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. WHICH CELEBRITY DO YOU MOST RESEMBLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne Hathaway..or so Im told..frankly speaking, I dont think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. ilike myself, but if i can change antyhing..it would have to be me tummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you a hint...the name starts with I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a free country, do as they please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, we govt officers cant wear pants...so im in my brown batik skirt and brown sandals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. FAVOURITE SOUNDS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crickets and frogs after the rain, at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circus by Britney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tangy smells like citrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intan Shafini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, too bad we did not meet before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;F1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Hair COLOUR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. EYE COLOUR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me mum's cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definately happy endings....my life is scary enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geng : Upin &amp;amp; Ipin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs..more physical contact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People giving me presents..kakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Im in a middle of a discussion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Re-reading Narnia Chronicles by CS Lewis..i first read it in standard 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mouse?? Duh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI..i have this HUGE crush with Nick Stokes played by George Eads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jakarta, Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can catch frogs..(is this a talent?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. WHERE WERE U BORN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my friends..i can get to know them, better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a meeting..ngahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT TO YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sanity, i can be insane in a heartbeat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. FAVOURITE SAYINGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ye ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tun Mahathir, and have a one on one talk with him on all subjects..A battle of the minds for sure :)&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/6694961886105591528-2339516714070997325?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2339516714070997325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-questionaire-aidas-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2339516714070997325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2339516714070997325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-questionaire-aidas-notes.html' title='Today&apos;s Questionaire : Aida&apos;s Notes'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaYWpa2gB6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mvzmwF_TdRQ/s72-c/3102920_1024x768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-5604552738189752115</id><published>2009-02-25T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:34:46.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaTmWhP-cjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/82NWoH55L3c/s1600-h/autumn+in+japan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306619535506174514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaTmWhP-cjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/82NWoH55L3c/s320/autumn+in+japan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syed Haidzir..this one is for you... :) or should i call u..BROWN CAT :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANIN (Anak buah Yoda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green Tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, town where you were born)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tisha KL (kakakaka..glamer mak..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE GREEN COFFEE (How do u make green coffee anyway??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FLY NAME:(first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROCK STAR NAME:(current pets name, current street name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooyen Perdana (Kaaakkakaa.. for the record, my cat's name is Poo - as in putih, and Yen -Orange Tail)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fennex Wan Ahmad ( ish..nama penuh keimanan..mana bleh jadi porn star!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inaizzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR GOTH NAME:(black, and the name of one of your pets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Momot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume, fav candy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dior Rocher (exotic babe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WIZARD'S NAME: (last 3 letters of mother's name, first 3 letters of current job, first 3 letters of your zodiac sign and last 3 letters of home street's name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAIPENARIOTA (i sound like ricotta cheese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PIRATE'S NAME: (fav action hero's last name, your 'pet' name, fav comedian's last name) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAPTAIN BATMAN TISH SANDLER (Captain Jack Sparrow eat ur heart out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there u have it...versions of my name..Happy Trying..it's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&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/6694961886105591528-5604552738189752115?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5604552738189752115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5604552738189752115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5604552738189752115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name??'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaTmWhP-cjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/82NWoH55L3c/s72-c/autumn+in+japan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7563115673671842429</id><published>2009-02-25T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:14:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha..cha..cha..changes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaUWaN3ojcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dA3SFv98eF8/s1600-h/oohlala.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306672375581412802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaUWaN3ojcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dA3SFv98eF8/s320/oohlala.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazyra posted her version on her notes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, reading it made me wonder how much i have changed during the years..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's take atrip down Memory Lane shall we..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW MUCH HAVE YOU CHANGED .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------10 years ago----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How old were you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Where did you go to school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;University of Malaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Where did you work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work?? What is that?? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Where did you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd College, UM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Where did you hang out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mapley 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Did you wear glasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope..Had 20-20 vision then..drats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Who was/were your best friend(s)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raihana and Daemon..they still are..love u guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) How many tattoos did you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are u crazy???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) How many piercings did you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope..i dont like to put myself in any type of pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) What car did you drive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LRT Putra..I have my own driver..kakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Had you been to a real party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only the ones my friends had..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Had You had your heart broken?Nope..but i broke hearts though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------6 years ago----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How old were you?24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Where did you go to school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already started working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Where did you work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perwaja Steel Sdn Bhd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Where did you live?- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taman Cheras Awana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Where did you hang out?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Utama and of course Maju Junction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Did you wear glasses?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup..thats what staring at the PC daily does to ur eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Who was/were your best friend(s)?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raihana and Daemon...but i added Farah, Idayu, Juli, Wan CT, Mai, Nurul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) How many tattoos did you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really shud omit this question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) How many piercings did you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takdaaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) What car did you drive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Komuter...pun ada driver gak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Had you been to a real party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm..does farah's son birthday party count??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Had You had your heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope..but the heartbreaking continues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------2 years ago-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How old were you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) What school did you go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've left that stage a loooong time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Where did you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukit Mahkota, Kajang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Where did you hang out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm..anywhere is ok :) as long as im with frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Did you wear glasses?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup..with me power increased to 150-200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Who were/was your best friend/s?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refer to the above but adding Mazlina, kak Masniza, Intan Shafini, Munirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) How many piercings did you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ears. To look the part for my theater persona..Azizah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) What car did you drive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum's Proton Saga 1.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Had your heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope..have yet to give my heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced?Single&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------Today--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How old are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Where do you go to school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not yet..but next year im enrolling for my masters..InsyaAllah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Where do you work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presint 4, Putrajaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Where do you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta,an Bukit Mahkota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Where do you hang out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit choosy now...Pavillion, The Curve, One Utama and KLCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Do you wear glasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*..but at least the power maintains at 200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Who are your friend (s)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many of them...all the PTDs from my batch are my friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) How many piercings do you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;None..after the play, i stopped wearing earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) What car do you drive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Johnny... Myvi 1.3 SE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Had your heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me put a new remark... IN LOVE.. *bliss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WERE YOU DOING...1 MINUTE AGO : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing this blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 HOUR AGO : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeeep...zzzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 DAY AGO : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work loor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 YEAR AGO : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing Finance at JKPTG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;learning new things..its good im in BTM now..i learn a lot of techy things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who blames other people (esp me) for their own s**t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEAR : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEEL : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) HIDE : my feelings for someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)I MISS : ....i dare not put it here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)I NEED : people to just get on with their life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)I KNOW : that Rome was not built in a day...so i cant do everything in a day too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I THINK : There fore I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First piercing : DPA 2/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First credit card : 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last big car ride : Big car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last movie seen in theaters : Geng : Upin n Ipin... loved it.. Betul, betul, betul..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last food consumed : Char Kuey Teow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last person you texted/called : Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last song listened to : American Suitehearts- Fall Out Boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHORT ANSWER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM : Goofy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE : My Exie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LIKE : Scrapbooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I STILL : wish for true love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH : i was doing finance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DANCE : when Im alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRY : wen i see pics of Gaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL : Finish reading Narnia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAVORITESNUMBER(S) : 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COLOR(S) : Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY(S) : TGIFriday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MONTH(S) : March (my birthday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEASON(S) : Summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DRINK : Orange Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN THE LAST 2 DAYS, HAVE YOU...CRIED? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? Yeap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOTTEN SICK? Hmmm..yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAID 'I love you'? The words just cant seem to come out at the right moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TALKED TO AN EX? What ex??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WRITTEN IN A DIARY? Diary is so passe...blogs are the way to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK? Yes, and it lead to a HUGE confrontation..but i dont care..im right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7563115673671842429?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7563115673671842429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/nazyra-posted-her-version-on-her-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7563115673671842429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7563115673671842429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/nazyra-posted-her-version-on-her-notes.html' title='Cha..cha..cha..changes..'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SaUWaN3ojcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dA3SFv98eF8/s72-c/oohlala.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3147034243015038802</id><published>2009-02-25T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:18:55.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You IT People...</title><content type='html'>I was reading a note posted on Aida's page..and i found it hilaarious..thought we IT geeks could use with a few laughs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTALLING A HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance --particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated lawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5 and then installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0, NBA 3.0, and=Golf Clubs 4.1. (and NASCAR 500.0)Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an Operating System. Please enter the command: "I thought You Loved Me.exe" and try to download Tears 6.2 and don't forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.But remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the Bedroom (the background that will eventually seize control of all your system)Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0. In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Food 3.0 and Hot Lingerie 7.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3147034243015038802?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3147034243015038802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-you-it-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3147034243015038802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3147034243015038802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-you-it-people.html' title='For You IT People...'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-1142458830767379748</id><published>2009-02-18T15:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:49:15.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazy Over This Stuff Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SZu8hDile9I/AAAAAAAAADw/VyxLSHUQo-E/s1600-h/Humpback+Whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304040262230965202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SZu8hDile9I/AAAAAAAAADw/VyxLSHUQo-E/s320/Humpback+Whale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, Im getting addicted over these questionaires..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it can tell a lot about ur friends..and its fun to do too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do it, and then tag me! i'd love to know what's ur take on this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. high heels or boots? Heels definately..really sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. what time did you get up this morning? 4.30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.diamonds or pearls -Diamonds are a girl's best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. what was the last film you saw at the cinema? Beverly Hills Chihuahua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. what are your favorite TV shows? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI (With Grissom, not with Horatio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. what is your middle name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tisha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. what food do you dislike? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..finding this hard..coz i can never say no to food :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.what is your favorite CD at the moment! Ne-yo : The Year of the Gentleman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. favorite sandwich? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuna Mayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. what characteristic do you despise? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show-Offs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Clothing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baggy slacks and white shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. if you could go anywhere in the world on vacation? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Zealand!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. are you an organized person? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. where would you like to retire to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hometown in Perlis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. what was your most recent memorable birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idayu's birthday..I miss my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. what are you going to do when you finish this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Publish it and see who is gonna do this as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. furthest place you are sending this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. person you expect to send it back first? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farah Diba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. when is your birthday ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29th March 1978 ( I should tag everyone..kekeke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. morning person or a night person? night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. what is your shoe size? 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. any new and exciting news you'd like to share? I am going to Taman Negara in Mac 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. what did you want to be when you were little? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor..now ill get it when i get me PhD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. what is your favorite flower? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daisies..coz their the friendliest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. what is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29th march of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. what was the last thing you ate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. do you wish on stars? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No..but when i look at them...i'm reminded of someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. if you were a crayon, what color would you be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;green!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. how is the weather right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunny and nice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kak Honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. favorite soft drink? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanilla Coke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. favorite restaurant? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chilli's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. hair color? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. what was your favorite toy as a child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magna-oodle...coz i loved to draw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. summer or winter? summer..havent known winter yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. coffee or tea? coffee , definately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. do you want your friends to email you back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. when was the last time you cried? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was on Sunday after watching the news on palestine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. what is under your bed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont have a bed..i sleep on a mattress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. what did you do last night? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep..to tired after gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. what are you afraid of? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. salty or sweet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. how many keys on your key ring? 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. how many years at your current job? 3 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. favorite day of the week? Friday!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.Positive or negative? Positives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. how many people will you send this to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to impose on people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. how many will respond? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absolutely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-1142458830767379748?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1142458830767379748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-crazy-over-this-stuff-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/1142458830767379748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/1142458830767379748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-crazy-over-this-stuff-now.html' title='I&apos;m Crazy Over This Stuff Now'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SZu8hDile9I/AAAAAAAAADw/VyxLSHUQo-E/s72-c/Humpback+Whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-4302638086576179983</id><published>2009-02-18T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:18:55.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal The World..With Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SZuoRISl_lI/AAAAAAAAADo/sDjOsSEBgO0/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304017998395604562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SZuoRISl_lI/AAAAAAAAADo/sDjOsSEBgO0/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one caught my eye and i was immediately interested to complete it bacause it involves my favourite subject..MUSIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the heck of it, why dont u guys try..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So What? (Pink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful (Christina Aguilera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelings (Some old dude..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Day (Daniel Powter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely no More (Rob Thomas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will survive (Gloria Gaynor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?-&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's What Friends Are For (Various Artistes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly Kisses (Some old guy too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money Money Money (ABBA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For You I Will (Teddy Geiger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll Be There (Mariah Carey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do U Know Where You're Going To (One of the Diva's..big hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want To Teach The World To Sing (Oldies..cant remember who sang it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky (Jason Mraz n Colbie Collait..coz im lucky to know him..me bestie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Know I Loved You (Savage Garden)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Way (Frank Sinatra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sailing...(Rod Stewart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a little too not over you (David Archuletta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Kissed A Girl (Katy Perry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real Love (George Micheal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanpa Kalian (Siti Nurhaliza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?-&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heal The World (Micheal Jackson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-4302638086576179983?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4302638086576179983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/heal-worldwith-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4302638086576179983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/4302638086576179983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/heal-worldwith-songs.html' title='Heal The World..With Songs...'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SZuoRISl_lI/AAAAAAAAADo/sDjOsSEBgO0/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-764418862891815257</id><published>2009-02-14T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:53:42.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 25 Things..</title><content type='html'>Ngahahaha..today i have succumbed to the many requests that i should make this list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is nothing more important to me than my family...I'll never make it through life sanely without them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends have been the source of inspirations...my uni buddies...bolan, daemon, wan, mai, nurul, balqis..i love u...my gals..farah, idayu, dessie, nanie, tina, julie, yanti, raihana..i love u too...my work posse..kak haniza, ady, ayu..n the rest..thank you for ur comradeship..n showing me the joys of IT...my PTD buddies...mazlina, kak mas, k hasanah, intan, munirah..kita kawan sampai pencen...and beyond!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My work is everything to me...i strongly believe in accountability and integrity..and God help those who try to take advantage of me profesionally..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a really bad temper..but once it blows...im quick to cool down...eruptions are known to be quick, yet sometimes fatal...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite colour is green..in all shades... nothing is more soothing to my eyes than the sight of green forests..next comes the cool blue...and the near third...chili red!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a weakness for chocolates...will never say no to them...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books are my passion...i collect and read a lot of different genres...fiction and non-fiction...u can never go wrong when u buy me a book for my birthday (hint*hint*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have this bad habit of rubbing my nose for no reason...especially when i'm nervous..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;People say I'm a strong person..but underneath this hard shell is a very sensitive person...i can detect how others around me feel...but i sometimes try to remain oblivious..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love music!!! There are truly the balm that soothes the soul..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;All types of cultural and arts stuff, whether it be dancing, singing, theater...I'll lap it all up..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can never resist a guy with deep set eyes..and dimples in his cheeks..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently...i'm into blogging, and scrapbooking...me frens with bad photos...beware :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im a movie buff...but unfortunately, i cannot fine the time to go and watch movies...so i resort to watching it on dvd...so excitement on the movie usually comes late from me..hohum..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lately I've been spending a lot of time at the gym, to the point that i'm no longer staying back after work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot participate in competitive sports..cause im too competitive to the point i might hurt someone...or that i can be a bit "gelabah"...but now apparently Im the keeper for my ministry's women futsal team...lets see how that turns out..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only cook for survival...but i love cleaning and decorating the house, and washing, and ironing clothes..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When im worried, i sing softly..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photography is my latest craze at the moment..but i dont like to photograph people..but my muse is the trees... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i stay at a new place, i'll never be able to sleep on the first nite, so i usually can finish a whole book to kill the time..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still cant believe I have hit the BIG 30!! I still behave like a child sometimes..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I hate someone too much, there's always the tendency of me falling head over heels over him later..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a difficulty working under a lady boss..our personalities clash..but im working really hard to make it work..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favourite place in the whole world is New Zealand!! I know it shud be Mecca, but that is wajib la...this one sunnat je kalo nak pegi :)..and apparently ader orang nak p New Zealand jugak...can we go together???? *fingers crossed*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am now a firm believer that LOVE IS A GREAT BEAUTIFIER...coz im looking at friends in love who look absolutely radiant (yes, that's u, farah)...and experiencing it myself now...oh..another thing...ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya Allah!! I've done it!! (*Pat on the back)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there it is folks...25 things that i have revealed about myself..comments please!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-764418862891815257?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/764418862891815257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/764418862891815257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/764418862891815257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html' title='The 25 Things..'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-7942709649995037714</id><published>2009-02-04T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:18:36.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like a loooong time ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEaIIllKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g6QxXo8ePpI/s1600-h/2nd+FS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298841652228887714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEaIIllKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g6QxXo8ePpI/s320/2nd+FS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEZ-HGOKI/AAAAAAAAADI/DEH8XC2ZY6Y/s1600-h/2ndrc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298841649538283682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEZ-HGOKI/AAAAAAAAADI/DEH8XC2ZY6Y/s320/2ndrc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEZ_uRwvI/AAAAAAAAADA/bQCX3iotZnQ/s1600-h/2nd+college2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298841649971053298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEZ_uRwvI/AAAAAAAAADA/bQCX3iotZnQ/s320/2nd+college2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's something nostalgic when i was going through old photos of my youth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uni days were the best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling sleepy....just go get an MC and skip class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling lazy...just walk to ur friends room and lepak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was very carefree...u dont worry about the oil prices going up, the political situation of the country, heck..u dont even have to worry about food coz u have the ever reliable makcik dewan makan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the many things i miss is the organizing of projects..i loved them..they are what makes me who I am today..not the assignments..not the exams..but the projects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From there i learnt the true meaning of camaraderie, time management, project planning, networking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a pity when i was talking to my young cousin recently, asking her what her uni days are like...she was like..hmmm..g class..amik quiz...assignments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked her what does she do for extra-curricular n she said nothing...cannot find the time! Gosh!! What a waste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What ill give to go back to those days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-7942709649995037714?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7942709649995037714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-something-nostalgic-when-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7942709649995037714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/7942709649995037714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-something-nostalgic-when-i-was.html' title='Seems like a loooong time ago...'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYlEaIIllKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g6QxXo8ePpI/s72-c/2nd+FS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-1355659264274108674</id><published>2009-01-30T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:23:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sing A Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYK3kejbtiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cLcSEbT853U/s1600-h/DSC_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296997949045978658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYK3kejbtiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cLcSEbT853U/s320/DSC_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYK3kHxjZCI/AAAAAAAAACw/n8ExqxrQBT4/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296997942931186722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYK3kHxjZCI/AAAAAAAAACw/n8ExqxrQBT4/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the good old days..Our former KP initiated the choir group in my previous department..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself was far too busy with my daily work to even care...even though choir has been my thing since my Uni days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was until that fateful day where I heard them butcher my favourite patriotic song "Warisan" that provoked me to help..obviously, they had the potential, but lack the skill..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thus began my journey with the JKPTG Choir team, very enthusiastic team of people who some came to escape the dreary work, to have fun, and one of them even joined because wanted to boost her confidence performing in front of people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't easy of course, since I had to practically find time to teach them, and I was very lucky to have the music know-how from Asyari..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But needless to say, the choir team was much sought after, performing at every official function..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I did leave a mark there... thanks, you guys!!&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/6694961886105591528-1355659264274108674?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1355659264274108674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-sing-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/1355659264274108674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/1355659264274108674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-sing-song.html' title='Just Sing A Song'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYK3kejbtiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cLcSEbT853U/s72-c/DSC_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-5440835854865897983</id><published>2009-01-28T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:49:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Another One</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged to do this..so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 .Name something you use in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Facial Cleanser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Name something a football player wears under his uniform?&lt;br /&gt;Knee guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Name something people hate to find on their windshield.&lt;br /&gt;Dead spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Name something a man might buy before a date. Movie tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is another word for blemish?&lt;br /&gt;Flaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Something you cook in the microwave?&lt;br /&gt;Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Name a piece of furniture people need help moving?&lt;br /&gt;Huge Sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Name a reason a younger man might like an older woman?&lt;br /&gt;Stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Name something a dog does that embarrasses its owner?&lt;br /&gt;Chase own tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Name a kind of test you cannot study for?&lt;br /&gt;Pop quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Name something a boy scout gets a badge for?&lt;br /&gt;Solo camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Name a phrase with the word home in it?&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Name a sport where players lose teeth?&lt;br /&gt;Hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Name something a teacher can do to ruin a student's day?&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is a way you can tell someone has been crying?&lt;br /&gt;Red Nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Name a bird you wouldn't want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Budgerigar...too cute..anyway..will take me a whole pile to be full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Name something a person wears even if it has holes in it?&lt;br /&gt;Socks..its hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Name something that gets smaller the more you use it?&lt;br /&gt;Soap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-5440835854865897983?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5440835854865897983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-another-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5440835854865897983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5440835854865897983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-another-one.html' title='Here&apos;s Another One'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-2378034698207854659</id><published>2009-01-23T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:00:41.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart yearns for adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXk7LHXSk_I/AAAAAAAAACI/_8-zgJ3Q-l0/s1600-h/P4300033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXk7KrMy3NI/AAAAAAAAACA/w-yaxuMstCI/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at a pictures of Iskandar during his adventure in Berakit di Taman Negara, Pahang..and I have to say im pretty jealous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have, and always be, until my dying day, an adventure junkie... during my Uni days, my skin never lost its tan..i was out and about almost every week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, remeniscing...I realized how much those field works left an impact in my life..and how they cemented my love for the environment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Is can find time to bring me and a few friends to join him next time..and that my friends is what people call..killing to birds with one stone...being with nature...and with Is ;)&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/6694961886105591528-2378034698207854659?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2378034698207854659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-heart-yearns-for-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2378034698207854659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/2378034698207854659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-heart-yearns-for-adventure.html' title='My heart yearns for adventure!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-526956906639096125</id><published>2009-01-23T11:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:16:40.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Come 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAQoc8-xlI/AAAAAAAAACo/HCdLOVNf9jQ/s1600-h/lawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296251448940480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAQoc8-xlI/AAAAAAAAACo/HCdLOVNf9jQ/s320/lawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAMZHFpWrI/AAAAAAAAACg/Oj-K3ELrzD8/s1600-h/HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAMMGwxd0I/AAAAAAAAACY/NGYd5hHjEF0/s1600-h/HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAL3mAD7-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GBx_yCbB6Gk/s1600-h/hanizandina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296246211509219298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAL3mAD7-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GBx_yCbB6Gk/s400/hanizandina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The lovely Kak Hanizah gave this to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;In a nutshell, 2008 for me was a year of changes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Finance to ICT Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From timid to ruthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;From weak to strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But one thing that still remains is...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM STILL FAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For 2009..this is what i plan to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1) To be more IT savvy, and not to shy away from new things...I should embrace change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2) To read more current events and non-fiction, i need to keep up to date with the world around me..i'm old enough to understand that ignoring the truth does not change it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;3) To have a body even Beyonce would envy..so im hitting the gym and pool for the much needed exercise, not eating rice, eating small portions..and of course, not sleeping after meals..(Im notorious for that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4) To open my heart and appreciate those who love me..sometimes the right person has been staring at you in the face for so long, and yet i have yet to see him..but i think im getting there..please doa for me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IAK..Im totally in love with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAMMGwxd0I/AAAAAAAAACY/NGYd5hHjEF0/s1600-h/HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAMMGwxd0I/AAAAAAAAACY/NGYd5hHjEF0/s1600-h/HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so now to the questions....BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1). What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE MY OWN BLOG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer have credit cards..i live a credit free life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left my old Department&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought an expensive handphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2) Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to fulfill all my resolutions except for the pretty body part...kakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so im bringing it forward..GUYS, HELP ME PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3) Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many babies..yet none of my own..hohum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4) Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully no..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5) What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Jakarta and Bandung..the former..unless the government is paying me, most unlikely to go back...but Bandung..anytime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6) What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My significant other by my side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7) What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 May 2008..i report for duty at my current position..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8) What was your biggest personal achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached my reading target of a book a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9) What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unable to stay with my team in my previous department...i let them down just by leaving..(tears are forming already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10) Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hurt my back a lot, but thankfully its better now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11) What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exie...Sony Ericksson Xperia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..of course..my first asset ever...Johnny...that's my Red MYVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12) Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My choir group for being so patient with me, and sang like angels... I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;13) Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the polluters...God help you when i become the KSU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;14) Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clothes and shoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;15) What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Facebook!&lt;/span&gt; Its God's gift..I found my ancient friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;16) What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand by Rascal Flatts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;17) Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) &lt;strong&gt;happier&lt;/strong&gt; or sadder? There's no use getting sad...sounds cliched..but its true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) thinner or &lt;strong&gt;fatter&lt;/strong&gt;? But im going to reach my goal..or die trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) &lt;strong&gt;richer &lt;/strong&gt;or poorer? Money wise..not so much..but im richer with my wealth of friends and knowledge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;18) What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend more time with my family and friends...2008 was WORK, WORK, WORK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_S3jjlyf1Y_A/SWwNjXyjwGI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/M0yRc4R1Sl0/s1600-h/justbeinggirls%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;19) What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep...i miss out while im in Snoozeland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;20) Did you fall in love in 2008?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No...God save it for 2009...*blush*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;21) What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSI !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;22) Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No...hate is a cousin of love...if i hate them oo much..ill end up loving them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;23) What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The World Is Flat by Thomas L. Friedman...read it to understand the world better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;24) What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keisha Cole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;25) What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Johnny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;26) What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MacBook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;27) What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung Fu Panda! The fact is I look like Po!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;28) What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit the big 30...and i went clubbing for the first and last time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;29) What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slapping the short guy for thinking that just because your the boss, does not mean ur right, BOZO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;30) How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More open to new fashion...no jeans..but more slacks, skirts and palazzos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;31) What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My renewed faith in Allah swt..i would have jumped out the window if i hadnt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the wishes : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my old working family... Asyari, Jashida, CC Maryam, Nurul Amalina, Rohani, Faisal, Murni and da Gang.. I love working with you guys...thank you for your faith in me, ur trust, and most of all ur strength that kept me going everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my new family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siti Hanizah, Ady Hazman, the PS team..thank you for showing me a new world of multimedia...I am totally hooked and in love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanafe, Umi, CC Hazizah, Syazlina, Nurul and Nazrul...lets make it better ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KTO Team, mainly to the lovely Nasreen, thank you for training me from scratch..and patience that would make Dalai Lama and Gandhi humbled..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lovely friends : Farah, Idayu, Raihana, Nanie, Julie, Yantie...u guys are real women, true heroines in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Posse : Bolan and Daemon, Wan Siti Zubaidah and Esmainura, Nurul Adu n Toha, Balqis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can ask for better friends than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My comrades : Intan Shafini, Munirah, Kalai and Azean..u rock my working world!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my former KSU : u are my Hero, thank you for your faith in me..I couldnt have grown without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my family : No words..no wealth..nothing can repay my gratitude for your existence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is : Thank you for being the light in my life..your smiles, your laugh...thank you for just being You...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last Year's Motto : No one will manufacture a lock without a key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God will not give problems without solutions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;This Year : I must come first...the others can just go to H**l!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;So 2009, expect a leaner and wiser Ina Tisha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-526956906639096125?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/526956906639096125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-come-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/526956906639096125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/526956906639096125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-come-2009.html' title='Here I Come 2009!!'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SYAQoc8-xlI/AAAAAAAAACo/HCdLOVNf9jQ/s72-c/lawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-8232536552719817644</id><published>2009-01-21T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:55:41.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the ones that truly matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXabhjhD65I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aEa0ZxQLGmQ/s1600-h/julikawin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293589412792494994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXabhjhD65I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aEa0ZxQLGmQ/s400/julikawin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;"A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is amazing that people of different personalities, traits, background...can find common ground and bond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken during Juli's wedding, which involves a lot of laughing, eating and a dead squirrel..kakakaka...kesian makcik tu yang tetiba became our "target"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my lovely sistahs... Farah, Idayu, Raihana, Julie and Yanti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May our friendship be the light that stays with us when all other lights have faded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-8232536552719817644?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/8232536552719817644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-ones-that-truly-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8232536552719817644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/8232536552719817644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-ones-that-truly-matter.html' title='For the ones that truly matter'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXabhjhD65I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aEa0ZxQLGmQ/s72-c/julikawin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-3472623001423650601</id><published>2009-01-17T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:02:40.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am afraid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXHy-RAGinI/AAAAAAAAABw/rmYbvhRfMJQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292278188666686066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXHy-RAGinI/AAAAAAAAABw/rmYbvhRfMJQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to pen this down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the world as i know won't be around for my children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My chidren will never feel the ocean, free of pollution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The air, clear and sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The earth, full of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want things to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the world will stay mute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amist cruelty happening all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rivers filled with blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cries fill the void&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want things to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That when I go to sleep tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone will lose their parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mothers will lose their daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fathers shall lose their sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT THINGS TO CHANGE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-3472623001423650601?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3472623001423650601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3472623001423650601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/3472623001423650601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-afraid.html' title='I am afraid...'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SXHy-RAGinI/AAAAAAAAABw/rmYbvhRfMJQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-6490970878766152039</id><published>2009-01-13T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:26:04.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwomen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SWxP9vRWrOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4W7gLTgR43w/s1600-h/me+n+farah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290691584333360354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SWxP9vRWrOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4W7gLTgR43w/s400/me+n+farah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am surrounded by many Superwomen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum for one...for being 62, and yet having the strength and stamina of a 26 year old...still taking care of our needs..I am humbled that being 30...my mum still cooks for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The women in my office, who toils with files and reports...and yet still find time to take care of their family...take their kids at school, cook, clean...women of steel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there's my lovely friend, Farah...who despite all the wealth she has been showered with, takes care of her two kids with gusto...people of her stature would have left everything to the bibik, but she balances work, yet be there for her kids..she's is truly a zillion times more FAB than Kimora Lee Simmons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To farah, and all u superwomen out there...I salute U!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-6490970878766152039?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6490970878766152039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/superwomen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6490970878766152039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/6490970878766152039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/superwomen.html' title='Superwomen'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SWxP9vRWrOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4W7gLTgR43w/s72-c/me+n+farah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6694961886105591528.post-5379344408027811130</id><published>2009-01-13T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:47:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginners Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SWw42p7LKwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sjXhpxX9EAI/s1600-h/me+n+xperia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666173871631106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SWw42p7LKwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sjXhpxX9EAI/s320/me+n+xperia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam Everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to finally have the courage to actually own a blog! Now, I am in the same league with our former PM, and my all time favourite hero, Tun Dr Mahathir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed to be working with people who are not only creative and unique, but also the passion (not to mention patience) to let me in on this craze that's is sweeping the world : BLOGGING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My third 2009 Resolution is to be more IT savvy, in order to excel in my work, and to better understand my collegues...a happy office contributes to a happy soul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with this note, i start my new life as a blogger...feel free to drop a few comments...notes, criticism...I declare OPEN SEASON!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6694961886105591528-5379344408027811130?l=inatisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/feeds/5379344408027811130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginners-luck.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5379344408027811130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6694961886105591528/posts/default/5379344408027811130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inatisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginners-luck.html' title='Beginners Luck'/><author><name>InaLegolas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13629419667616532887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tJ3fFXrjKg/TXBeN2tSWII/AAAAAAAAASM/DQ_n7DwePes/s220/tucen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv3fat7bt_4/SWw42p7LKwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/sjXhpxX9EAI/s72-c/me+n+xperia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
